Saturday, February 23, 2019

Heart of the Highland Wolf Free!!! Feb 19- Mar 3 FREE!!!

Heart of the Highland Wolf
Grab a key and join us a the Highland castle and find your wolf.
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Heart of the Highland Wolf $0.00 2/19/2019 3/4/2019
Howl for a Highlander $1.99 2/19/2019 3/4/2019
Highland Werewolf Wedding $2.99 2/19/2019 3/4/2019
Hero of a Highland Wolf $3.99 2/19/2019 3/4/2019
Heart of the Highland Wolf: It’s a matter of pride and a matter of pleasure
Book 1 in Terry Spear’s Highland Wolf Series
It’s a matter of pride…
Modern day werewolf laird Ian MacNeill reluctantly allows a film production company to use his castle, but he knows his secretive clan has a big problem when a beautiful red werewolf female who insists she’s working on the film keeps showing up in the wrong places…and a matter of pleasure.
Julia Wildthorn is not who she says she is—she’s sneaking into Argent Castle to steal an ancient relic for her grandfather and to do research for her next werewolf romance novel. When she catches a glimpse of Ian, she realizes he’s the perfect hero.
Highland Wolf Series:
Heart of the Highland Wolf (Book 1)
A Howl for a Highlander (Book 2)
A Highland Werewolf Wedding (Book 3)
Hero of a Highland Wolf (Book 4)
A Highland Wolf Christmas (Book 5)

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A Howl for a Highlander: A Highlander is never out of his element…
“Highlanders and werewolves. Be still my heart!”—The Good, the Bad, and the Unread
A Highland Wolf on a Mission…
Duncan MacNeill is hell-bent on catching the thief who’s stolen the clan’s fortune and run off to Grand Cayman Island. Duncan has rarely left his homeland and he couldn’t care less about an island paradise. He never expected to find a beautiful distraction who will show him just how appealing paradise can be…
Meets a Dangerous Distraction…
Lone wolf and botanist Shelley Campbell headed to the island to study the old growth forests. She didn’t count on meeting a handsome Highlander who can’t keep his paws off her.
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A Highland Werewolf Wedding: He never thought any woman could get him to the altar…
On The Run…
After werewolves Elaine Hawthorn and Cearnach MacNeill almost have a head-on collision on a foggy Highland road, they’re pretty well stuck with each other. It’ll be hours before anyone can get there to pull his car out of the ditch and they both have better places to be.
And Nowhere to Hide From Each Other…
The sexy little American brings out all of Cearnach’s big bag protective instincts. If she thought she was in trouble before, Elaine has no idea what kind of complications a hot Scot can cause…
Delightful, steamy, and devilishly funny, join the hundreds of thousands of readers who already discovered that USA Today bestseller Terry Spear delivers a sizzle worth howling about.B
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A Hero of a Highland Wolf : How difficult can one Highlander be?
“Spear combines captivating characters, gripping mysteries, and all-consuming love stories.” —Fresh Fiction
She’s ready for change…
Colleen Playfair has never been to Scotland, but when she discovers she must spend a year and a day overseas learning to manage her newly inherited estate, she’s ready for the challenge. She even has some ideas for improvements—if she can get past the sexy werewolf who seems convinced he’s the one in charge.
But he’s digging in his claws…
Grant MacQuarrie and his clan have been managing Farraige Castle for three centuries. The last thing he wants is a meddling American heiress trying to change the way things have always been done. He’s more than willing to fight the she-wolf every step of the way, using every tool at his disposal. And if that means taking the lass to bed, well…all the better.
Locked in a battle of wills, caught in an attraction they can’t escape, Colleen and Grant must find a way to work together…or face losing it all.

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Monday, February 18, 2019

My book became a video game!

When an author writes a story and sends it out into the world, he or she never knows who'll discover it and see some kind of hidden potential in it. That's exactly what happened with my very first Sourcebooks release Strange Neighbors!
Here's what the studio said about it:

Chapters Interactive is delighted to publish Strange Neighbors as a mobile video game on February 11th. When our editors read the book, we knew it would be so fun to take to the mobile screen. We are delighted to show you the art we’ve created for this quirky band of friends sharing their lives in the same apartment building.

“Strange Neighbors is exactly the kind of content our users are going to love,” Joey Jia, Chapters CEO. “We can’t wait for our users to meet the characters.”

Chapters Interactive has 10 million downloads and 3 million monthly active users.
Check out the YouTube trailer they made for it! Strange Neighbors game trailer 

They bought the whole series, so who knows... there may be more!

Friday, February 15, 2019

Feb 15-22--Savage Hunger--$0.99 USD Sale

Savage Hunger (Book 1)

As a jaguar he is graceful and gorgeous…
Speedy and stealthy…
Fierce, independent, and wild…
As a man he is passionate and powerful…
Willful and wonderful…
And he’ll stop at nothing to protect what’s his…
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Jaguar Pride$3.992/15/19 - 2/22/19

Jaguar Fever(Book 2)
She’s being pursued by everyone, in more ways than one.
Even in an exotic world of humans, jaguars, and tantalizing creatures who shift between the two, Maya Anderson stands out from the crowd. Interest from human suitors is bad enough, but when male shifters give chase, the real trouble starts.
Who’s the hunter and who’s the prey?
Investigating the black marketing trade of exotic animals keeps Wade Patterson more than busy. When he and Maya both get entangled in a steamy jungle mission, it becomes impossible to tell who is being hunted or who the hunters are. Wade is desperate to survive this deadly game of cat and mouse. But it’s Maya’s piercing eyes that keep him awake at night.
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Jaguar Hunt (Book 3)
Two deadly predators…One hot mission
As a feline Enforcer, Tammy Anderson has one objective: locate the missing jaguar and return it to the States. She doesn’t have time for distractions, and she definitely doesn’t have time for sexy shifters with more muscles than sense.
Everyone and their brother has warned JAG agent David Patterson that Tammy is Ms. Hands-Off…which only makes him more determined to get very hands-on. But things heat up in the steamy jungles of Belize and their simple mission gets a whole lot more complicated. Now it’s going to take everything David’s got to protect the gorgeous she-cat who somehow managed to claw her way past his defenses…and into his heart.
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Jaguar Pride (Book 4)
An impossible mission…A lifetime of possibilities
JAG Special Forces agents Huntley Anderson and Melissa Overton are hot on the trail of poachers when they’re suddenly saddled with two jaguar shifter cubs. They have to locate the parents, pronto-but who’s going to babysit in the meantime?
Huntley is a rough, tough jaguar shifter and an all-business agent, but he’s not going to let two abandoned youngsters come to any harm on his watch. Seeing her super-manly partner try to get the playful cubs under control stirs up some unexpected desires in Melissa, and she begins to feel like Huntley’s not the only one who’s in over his head.
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Take home jaguars for a belated Valentine's Day. You know you want to. And give them tons of loving!

Have a great one!
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Valentine Sweets!

By Cheryl Brooks

My eldest son texted me yesterday to ask for "the recipe for those crazy amazing chocolate cookies you used to make--the ones that usually didn't make it past the dough stage." I can't remember the last time I made them, but I must've posted that recipe on a blog at some point because I had saved it in my computer and even had a picture, so I was ready for him. 

I've done quite a lot of blogging since my first book was published in 2008. My personal blog ran for four years and I blogged every single day. I gave that up a few years back, and now, after 134 posts,  I'm giving up this blog. We've had a lot of fun here over the years, but blogs aren't as popular as they once were, and the interaction with readers, which was the best part of blogging, has waned considerably. Plus, unless I finally finish the manuscript I've been working on for nearly a year, Mystic is my last book with Sourcebooks.

My son moved from Indiana to San Mateo, California about a year ago, and he says it's cold there today. When asked what the temperature was, his response was "50." I'm sitting here in Indiana with temps in the twenties and howling winds, so I don't have much sympathy for him. He was told that the move to California would turn him into a weather wimp, and that prediction appears to have been true. 

But tomorrow is Valentine's Day, so wherever you are, make some cookies, curl up with a good book, and try to enjoy whatever weather you're having. 

 Chocolate Cookies


¼ cup shortening
¾ cup cocoa
½ cup butter
2 tsp vanilla
2 cups sugar
4 eggs
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/8 tsp salt
Powdered sugar

Melt shortening and butter. Add sugar, vanilla, and cocoa. Mix well. Add eggs one at a time, beating after each one. Add dry ingredients. Mix well and chill. Roll into balls, then roll in powdered sugar. Bake at 350 F for 12 – 15 minutes.

Monday, February 11, 2019

How to Celebrate Valentine's Day in Holiday, Texas

If you wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day in Holiday, Texas, first you’d have to find it. That might be tough seeing as how it’s a fictional place. But if you did manage to stumble into town and make your way to The Rambling Rose, the oldest honky tonk in Texas, you’d be in for a real treat.

First off, Charlie, the feisty manager, would give you a big ol’ Texas welcome. She’d usher you in and seat you at one of the long wooden tables by the stage where one of the regular performers like The Twister Sisters would be wrapping up a set.

Dixie would swing by to take your order. Two frosty mugs of Lone Star, no doubt. Then she’d tell you about the specials Angelo had been working on all day in the kitchen. He loves to go all out for special occasions and might even have some Texas surf and turf like a filet stuffed with crab meat or a ribeye served alongside a barbeque lobster tail.

While you waited for your food, Beck, Charlie’s husband might stop by to offer a sample of his new craft beer—a bacon-infused, maple syrup ale. Then Presley would take the stage and get everyone out on the dance floor to two-step. Don’t worry if you don’t know how… Cash and Jinx would be on hand if you needed some help with the steps. Or you could sit that one out and head out back for a souvenir photo with the Rose's current mascot, Pork Chop, the pig.

By the time your dinner arrived you’d be ready to rest your feet and set a spell. But you couldn’t get too comfy because no doubt, The Rambling Rose would have some sort of entertainment planned. It wouldn’t be the Sweetest Swine pageant—that happens in the spring. And it wouldn’t be the Naughty or Nice Elf Auction because that takes place around the holidays along with the Jingle Bell Jamboree. But, they haven’t had a Baby, Light My Fire contest for a while—not since poor Dwight almost burned the place down.

You’d stay until last call, because the time would pass so fast you’d have no idea how late it was. Then you’d catch a ride to the bed and breakfast on Valentine where Mr. and Mrs. Knotts would have turned down your bed and left the light on for you.

I won’t go into detail about what might happen next… it’s your Valentine’s Day, after all. But if that sounds like the kind of night you might enjoy, I hope you’ll check out the Holiday, Texas series. All-American Cowboy and Cowboy Christmas Jubilee are available now. Cowboy Charming will hit the shelves on July 30th.

To read more about Holiday, Texas visit my website!

Dylann Crush writes contemporary romance with sizzle and sass. A romantic at heart, she loves her heroines spunky and her heroes super sexy. When she’s not dreaming up steamy storylines, she can be found sipping a margarita and searching for the best Tex-Mex food in Minnesota. 
Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors and fans of tequila.

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Friday, February 8, 2019

Confession Time! by Alyson McLayne

Confession time…I am not a big lover of Valentine’s Day. 

The forced “we are soooo in love!” sentiment of February 14th feels wrong to me. Instead of a day focused on true love and intimacy, it seems like it’s become a billion dollar day focused on selling everything from expensive jewelry, to sexy lingerie, to cheap stuffed bears that say “I Love You” on their bellies.

Honestly, when I think of Valentine’s Day, I don’t even think of romance anymore. I think of pressure and expectations and disappointment. Not to mention it causes many people who are not partnered up to feel inadequate, especially when they get the dreaded question: “What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” or “What did so-and-so get you for Valentine’s Day?”

Love doesn’t need to be wrapped in a pretty red bow in order to make me feel special. It can be a few brief words scribbled on a scrap of paper and placed on my keyboard for me to find in the morning, or a tight hug when deadline stress is rising, or taking my van in to rotate my tires. (Bow Chicka Wow Wow!) 

I know, I know…you’re thinking…But Alyson, aren’t you a romance writer?

Um…yep, I am. And believe it or not, I even got engaged on Valentine’s Day, which now that I think about it, is surprising because my husband feels the same way I do about the holiday: fake emotion, manufactured feelings, consumerism.

But then I had kids—twins—who are in grade one this year and they LOVE Valentine’s Day. They get to send cards to all their classmates at school—girls and boys—and they get to have a special party in their classroom with special Valentine’s Day-themed-treats, and they get to wear red, eat chocolate, and cut out imperfectly shaped hearts. 
And come on…who doesn’t like cutting out hearts and eating chocolate? I know I do.

For my kids, the joy of Valentine’s Day is simply the act of giving and receiving love and affection. There’s no pressure to impress or expectations of gifts or feelings of anxiety and/or inadequacy…it’s just love…and it’s a joy to behold.

Give. Receive. Love. Affection. Now those are sentiments I can get behind.

Since we’ve been talking about love, affection, and gift-giving, here’s a favorite scene of mine from the third book in my Highland historical series The Sons Of Gregor MacLeod. The book is called HIGHLAND BETRAYAL and features Laird Callum MacLean and his hard-won, warrior wife Maggie MacDonnell. Be prepared for a little heat, a few laughs, and a heart-felt sigh at the end.

Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Maggie braced her good arm against the stone mantel and tried to lower herself to her knees. About halfway there, her ribs pulled, and she had to let go of the mantel, crying out in pain as she tumbled to the floor.
“Maggie!” Callum yelled, jumping from the bed and racing to her side. He gently helped her into a sitting position. “For the love of Christ, lass. What are you doing?”
“I would think that was obvious, Callum MacLean.”
“You’re lying on the floor, writhing in pain, when you should be in bed, sleeping. How is there anything obvious about that, Maggie MacLean?”
“My daggers,” she said, indicating the four knives scattered on the floor around her. “I was hiding some of them to be safe, but you used up all my spots. So I was checking to see if you’d hidden any in the hearth or under the chair. Men never think to look down low, but if someone has you trapped under them, you willna be able to reach the mantel.”
Callum stared at her, a twitch in his right eyelid and a muscle jumping in his jaw. Apparently, he agreed with the necessity of hiding weapons down low.
He gathered her in his arms, mouth tight as if he was stopping himself from saying something. After carefully lifting her, he walked to the bed and laid her down. Maggie almost groaned in relief, but she didn’t want him to know how much she’d needed his help.
Aye, she was a daft woman.
He sat beside her and clasped her uninjured hand. “Maggie, you doona need to worry about hiding daggers because I’ll—”
“And escape routes,” she interrupted.
“Escape routes. I was going to look for them next.” She held her breath and found she was actually enjoying herself, despite the ache in her ribs and hand. She wondered how long Callum could keep calm, and what she could say next to make his eyelid twitch.
He blew out a loud breath and then said something she could barely hear, cursing most likely.
“I willna convince you to let me protect you, will I?”
“Callum, why would I do that? Aren’t you happy to know that I have the ability to protect you? And someday possibly our bairns? I know I froze at the hot springs, but you said you could work on that with me. And if you do, I promise to work on your aim with you.” She kept her face innocent, knowing he’d catch on to what she’d said, to the two different ways her words could be interpreted.
His gaze jumped to hers, so quick and alert. It made her want to sigh and invite him between her legs, to start practicing right then despite her pain.
He leaned forward and bit her neck in retaliation, then trailed his lips upward to suck her earlobe into his mouth and nip it too. “Aye, we’ll be working on my aim, Maggie. We’d start now if not for your injuries. You’ve already done enough damage to yourself this morning.”
She lifted her good arm to pull him closer, but he clasped her hand and drew it to his mouth for a kiss before rising from the bed and retrieving her daggers. “So you want one hid in the hearth and one under the chair?”
And there she went again, wanting to cry. Because he’d put his own feelings aside and supported hers.
She nodded, unable to get words past her tight throat. Then she forgot about anything else but her husband in front of her as he leaned down on his hands and knees, head in the fireplace, and pointed his barely covered arse toward her.
Her eyes widened, especially when his shift rose up and she saw those heavy stones of his hanging down. An excited gasp escaped her lips.
“Quit staring at my arse, Maggie,” he grumbled.
“Then quit waving it in my direction, you daft man.”
He grunted but continued to work in the fireplace, and she continued to stare, wanting so badly to rise from her sickbed and cup those twin, muscular globes. Then slide her hand down and squeeze the other twin globes between them.
The idea filled her with yearning, her blood drumming in her veins, the softest parts of her swelling as heat and wetness gathered between her legs. She raised her hand to her mouth and bit down on her thumb so she wouldn’t moan aloud. It was most unfair that she was finally married to Callum and she could do nothing to slake her need for him.
Well, she could do that. Her hand slid down her body of its own accord, then stopped when he suddenly backed out of the hearth, minus one dagger, and sat back on his heels. “It’s near the front on the left side. Are you sure you want it inside the hearth? If the fire is burning, the metal will heat and burn your hand when you grab it.”
“I’d rather my hand be burned than be dead. Or you dead.”
He scowled, then grabbed one of the intricately designed chairs and flipped it upside down. After a second, he jammed her second dagger into the wood so it lay flush against the seat.
“Use this one instead, if anything happens—not that it bloody well will. Still, I’ll bring the mason in tomorrow and have him craft some hiding spots on the hearth down below. ’Tis a good idea. I should have thought of it.”
“See?” she said, a smile splitting her face.
He grunted, then scanned the chamber as if taking an inventory of all the hidden weapons and hiding places in the room. “Anything else?” he asked, his back to her.
“Aye, a rope. Long and sturdy enough to climb out the window. We’ll store it under the bed. In fact, have one made for every room above the second floor, just in case.”
His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t say no. “I’ll see what we have in storage. Anything else?” He glowered at her over his shoulder. “And it better not be a crossbow, rope, or pulley.”
She thought about all the things she’d wanted over the years. It was exciting to think that she could just ask for something and it would appear. At Clan MacDonnell, she’d had to keep everything a secret for so long. “I’ve always wanted a net. A big, sturdy one.”
He spun around, a look of incredulity on his face. “Maggie MacLean, you’ve lost your bloody mind. What in heaven would you do with a net?”
“I doona know exactly, but I’m sure I could drop it on someone. Or maybe jump into it if I had need.” He looked like he was going to refuse her, and she said, “’Tis customary to give your wife a gift when you marry, is it not?”
He threw his hands in the air. “And that’s what you want? Not jewels or fine clothes or even land? You want a big net?”
He looked heavenward and muttered under his breath before shaking his head and reaching for his plaid. “You shall have your net, Maggie MacLean. My wedding gift to you. And it will be the biggest bloody net you’ve e’er seen.”

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Alyson McLayne writes historical romance set in the Highlands of Scotland. Highland Betrayal, Book 3 in her series, The Sons Of Gregor MacLeod, is out now!

A Betrothal… A Betrayal… A Love Threatened By Treachery.

To keep her safe, he betrayed his promise.
Laird Callum MacLean vowed to marry Maggie MacDonnell. But when his father's apparent suicide makes him laird of his clan, Callum must unmask his father's killer before bringing Maggie into his dangerous home.

She's a strong Highland Lass. She can save herself.
Maggie's home isn't any safer. When Callum fails to return, Maggie does what any resourceful Highland lass would do. She escapes—and find's herself toe-to-toe with Callum, who's determined to fulfill his promise. Maggie can't bring herself to trust him with her heart again. But with a traitor still at large, they must rely on each other in every way, or their clans—and their love—will be destroyed.

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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! 

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Half Way to Spring!

We're past the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. Imbolc/Candlemas/Groundhog Day is just past, and each day in the northern hemisphere is a little longer than the last. Down with the polar vortex!

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Valentine's Day: It's Not All About the Candy, Flowers, and Hearts

In less than ten days, we'll be celebrating one of my favorite holidays: Valentine’s Day.

Because of the history behind this holiday, it even plays a part in my romantic suspense novel EVERY DEEP DESIRE since the prologue, where the heroine Juliet discovers her husband Rafe has supposedly abandoned her, happens on Valentine's Day. 
I love this holiday, not because of the chocolate or cards or flowers, but because of the man himself. A courageous Bishop known as St. Valentine.
Born during the reign of Claudius II, a Roman Emperor who hated and persecuted early Christians, St. Valentine was an early Bishop who married young couples in Christian ceremonies in flagrant violation of Claudius II’s edicts. Since Claudius II believed his soldiers fought better without wives or families, and he hated Christianity, he had St. Valentine arrested.
Turns out St. Valentine had also been marrying couples right before they were martyred and had been aiding the Christian families of those left behind. Enraged, Claudius II told St. Valentine to renounce his faith or be martyred. After St. Valentine gave a forceful “No“, Claudius II had St. Valentine beaten with clubs and beheaded outside the Flaminian Gates in Rome on February 14, 269 AD (approx year).
According to legend, two days before his execution, St. Valentine miraculously healed the jailor’s blind daughter and on the day of his death left her a letter signed “your Valentine“.

Sometime between the years 492 and 496 AD, the date February 14 was chosen to replace the February 15 pagan feast known as Lupercalia, a day set aside to worship the pagan god Lupercus. On this day, young Roman men would draw the names of young women whom they would then keep for a year as their sexual companions.
Pope Gelasius I, not happy with this annual event, came up with a new lottery. On February 14, young people would choose the name of a Christian saint whose example they would try to emulate throughout the year. But since young men still hoped to seduce young women by sending them handwritten notes, the Pope elected Saint Valentine to be the patron saint of the day. Hence the custom of sending cards from “your Valentine“.
Below is an excerpt of the prologue from EVERY DEEP DESIRE. Although it's sad, made even more so because it takes place on Valentine's Day, I promise there's a happy ending!

Juliet’s daddy had always told her to stay away from men who bowed. But tonight, as she struggled with her groceries in the snow, she almost asked the stranger in the shadows across the street for help. He bowed as she walked by and, as creepy as that seemed, she was reconsidering her daddy’s warning. It was still Valentine’s Day, after all.

She blinked against the freezing wind, and the man had disappeared. She made it to her apartment and almost stepped on the ivory envelope. Balancing her bags in one arm, she picked it up. From its weight and polished paper, a letter instead of a bill.

A valentine, maybe? From Rafe?

Flurries blew as she unlocked the door. Five months apart. Five months since their argument. Five months and he’d finally sent her an apology. The ache in her heart loosened, and she went inside. Frigid, mildew-tinged air blasted at her, and her breath came out in cold, white gusts. The heat was off. Again.

She placed the bags on the kitchen counter and turned the envelope over. The linen stationery felt thick and expensive. Someone had sealed it with a wax stamp of a sword piercing a heart and written her name in script on the other side. It wasn’t Rafe’s familiar, irregular printing.

After trading her coat for her favorite sweater, she curled up on the couch. Her husband was undercover with his A-team. Had someone else sent the letter on his behalf? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d broken the rules. Still, five months wasn’t the longest they’d gone without contact. Last year he’d been away for eight. Except this goodbye had been different. They’d argued, said things she prayed they hadn’t meant, and hadn’t made love before he left.

Something that had never happened before.

She held the letter to her heart and looked at the unpacked boxes stacked around her. Rafe had left the week they’d moved from Fort Bragg’s temporary housing into this apartment, days after his mother’s funeral, and she’d refused to unpack completely. Without him, it didn’t feel like home.

Worry and lack of sleep had left her exhausted. Nightmares plagued her nights. Dreams she’d had since childhood that only Rafe’s touch could heal. For the past few weeks, she’d been obsessed with a heavy feeling in her heart she could only define as doom.

She broke the seal and read. The back of her throat burned. Her sweaty hands gripped the edges of the stationery, tearing it. And she read the letter again. It wasn’t a valentine.

No. No. No.She fell off the couch and crawled to the bathroom. She barely made it before the eruption hit. Minutes later, she rinsed her mouth and leaned her forehead against the window. The room smelled like vomit, bleach, and mold. It reeked of betrayal.

Outside, the moon hung full, like on the night he’d left. Another wave of nausea drove her to her knees. She rolled into a ball, her arms tucked in close. He wasn’t dead. He just wasn’t coming home. Ever.

The doorbell rang, and she ignored it. She lay there for minutes or hours or days. When even the moon turned in, she shifted onto her back and stared at the stained ceiling. The brown concentric circles reminded her of constellations. The star patterns she and Rafe identified together out on the Isle when they were kids.

“Pegasus.” She raised one arm to reach the sky. The winged horse constellation had been her favorite, only visible a few weeks of every year. She’d always dreamed of flying away from the Isle, her father, her poverty. But instead of reaching the stars, she’d married the man she’d adored since she was four and he was eight.

When the doorbell rang again and again and again, she got up, determined to send whoever the hell it was away. She flung the door open to find two Army MPs in full uniform, wearing pistols, standing side by side. Their grim faces shared identical hard angles. Cold air burst into the room, chilling her even more.


“Ma’am.” The second MP held out a pair of handcuffs. “You’ll need to come with us.”   


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 | IndieBound | Kobo |  Google
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