Monday, September 9, 2019

Destination: Titan @Liza0Connor

Destination: Titan
Liza O’Connor



“This is not how I wanted to tell you, but I’ve four minutes left, and I need you to hear the truth from me before you hear partial truths from Dr. Tong.”

“Dr. Tong?” She was now completely confused about their topic of conversation.

“I dated—actually lived with—Dr. Tong when she attended Berkeley for her undergrad degree. We were not in the same field, so I saw no issues. Still, we kept it very quiet. And honestly, I wouldn’t be telling you now, except I’m almost certain she will.”


“The first chance she gets.”

“No, I meant when did you live with her?”

“I met her during her freshman year and she moved in with me the following summer.  She didn’t move out until her senior year. That would have been your second year at Berkeley.”

Tam blinked in confusion. “But you were always with me at the lab.”

He laughed softly. “That was her opinion as well. It’s why we broke up. It’s why she changed schools for her doctorate.”

“She thought you and I…”

“Yes, and that’s why she was so rude to you and will likely continue to give you a hard time.” His face hardened. “I know your temper, but I need you to continue to show the restraint you did today. If it comes down to you and her, I fear it will be you who is left behind.”

“Why? She’s a linguist. What do we even need her for?”

“It’s not her knowledge; it’s her DNA. Janise is genetically flawless. The future of the human race needs her. In a crunch, I could cover your skill requirements, but there’s no one close to her genetic purity.”

Just then, Lancaster entered and declared he needed Tamara.

Max sighed. “This is not where I wanted to leave this conversation. We’ll talk about this later tonight.” He gently pulled her from her chair and handed her over to Lancaster.

She felt Lancaster’s eyes on her; no doubt Mr. Busy-body wanted to know what Max had told her. As he rushed her down the hall, her mind kept repeating Max’s declaration that Dr. Tong was genetically perfect. His lover for two years was genetically perfect. His genetically perfect lover who’d left him, but now clearly wanted him back.

“Are you crying?” Lancaster demanded.

She shook her head no and suddenly wished she had long hair like Tong’s so she could hide her face.

Lancaster pulled her into a room and closed the door.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“Nothing.” She tried to move away from him, but his arms pinned her to the wall.

“I need to get you to the medic, so I don’t have time for twenty questions. I am ordering you to tell me what upset you.”

“Nothing of importance.”

“Bullshit! You’ve been a trooper all day. You’re the only one who hasn’t caused me trouble and I want to know what Max said to change that.”

“Max wasn’t trying to make me cry. In fact, he was trying to prepare me so I wouldn’t be hurt. Unfortunately, Max’s attempt inadvertently hurt my feelings. It’s no big deal. I’ll get over it.”

“What did he tell you? And answer my question this time,” he added with a growl.

“He told me he and Dr. Tong used to be lovers, that she blames me for their break-up, and she is genetically perfect and more important to this project than I am,” Tam replied.

“And was it the latter part that made you cry?”

She nodded, careful not to look him in the eye so he wouldn’t see she was lying. However, that meant she did not see his intent until he kissed her. She stiffened at first and tried to push him away, but his chest was so wonderfully hard and muscular, and it had been ages since anyone had kissed her. He felt so amazingly delicious that she stopped resisting and kissed him back.

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Monday, September 2, 2019

Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One) @valerieullmer

Title:  Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One)
Author:  Valerie Ullmer
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
3-Year Book Anniversary


There are two words that described Kai. 

Remote and Deadly. 

And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her. 

Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief. 

When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.



That was the moment he spotted her from the corner of his eye.
Her mass of cascading dark, curly hair bounced against the burgundy mid-length trench coat wrapped tightly around her to ward off the chill of the late September night.  But with her head tilted down, he was unable to see her face.  Even from the distance of over two hundred yards, he could hear her mumbling to herself.  As hard as he listened, he couldn’t quite make out the words.  The coat did nothing to cover her curves hidden underneath, and he found himself enthralled by the sway of her hips.  His gaze traveled down her curvy body, and his groin tightened with every step she took.
Before he could contemplate his actions, he leapt from the deck and flew down the mountain, stopping when he stood, hidden in the darkness, a few feet from her.  He forced himself to widen the distance between them, and started trailing her. 
Experience and his enhanced senses kept him out of sight from her and the others who ventured out on the cold night.  He soon found that she was so absorbed in whatever happened to be on her mind that he could have stood right in front of her, and she would’ve ignored him and kept walking.
He trailed her as she closed in on the diner on the corner, learning that the small eatery was her destination on most nights.  She chose that moment to brush her long hair out of her face.  With that tiny movement, her fragrance of lemongrass and green apple drifted back toward him.  A low snarl erupted from his throat as his body stiffened in shock; the unexpected reaction to her scent was so fierce, he was torn between his instant desire for her and self-preservation.  The sound he hadn’t managed to smother must’ve reached her, because her head turned toward him and her brows drew down in confusion.  A split second before her eyes landed on where he stood, he stepped back, pissed at his infinitesimal loss of control.  A silent sigh of relief passed his lips as she shook her head, not able to spot in him the dark, and continued on her way.
In his over two hundred year existence, he’d never been attracted to a human.  Blood was the one reason that he interacted with humans, and even that could be taken from a donor without him having him drink from the source.  But as he tried to pass off a reason he reacted to her in such an elemental way, he continued to follow her, finding himself outside the door that read Blue Plate Diner.  Obscured by the door, his eyes tracked movement as the waitress greeted her as if they were old friends.  For a reason he couldn’t fathom, he felt a surge of jealousy.  He was still a stranger to this captivating human, and she intrigued him.
Without quite knowing why he had followed her, he opened the door and walked into the chrome and tiled cafe, taking the time to pull up the hood of his sweatshirt.  He scanned the place and settled for a booth at the back of the restaurant, where he could watch her without being detected.
By the time he’d sat down and scanned for any possible dangers, she had pulled out a laptop along with a sheaf of papers filled with formulas he couldn’t decipher.  Between typing and writing in the margins of the already filled pages, the concentration on her work was total.
He found himself mesmerized by the play of emotions on her face as she worked.  A smile for when she figured out a problem, or a frown when something didn’t quite fit, and everything in between.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  When she bit her lip in concentration, it took all of his control to keep his distance from her.  He found that he had to grip the table to keep himself still, when all he wanted to do was devour her. 
The spell was broken when the waitress had placed a club sandwich with a side of fries on the free space next to her elbow.  He forced himself to relax, but kept his eyes on her when she reached for the sandwich absently and ate without really paying attention to anything else but the work in front of her.
After several hours, her hand covered a small yawn.  She glanced at her watch, and he felt the side of his mouth tilt as she rolled her eyes.  Thanking the waitress, she reached for two tens in her pocket and dropped them on the table before she packed up and left.
From that night on, he made a point to arrive at the diner minutes after she was seated, and spent hours scanning her face as he watched her work.  And every night, he slid into the shadows as she walked home to her small cottage, with its bright white siding with cornflower blue shutters that matched her perfectly.  Each night, he waited until she was safely inside with the door locked, before he made his way back to his home on the mountain. 
His attraction also came with a somewhat unwanted reaction.  Protectiveness.  He estimated her height at under five and a half feet tall, and although she walked everywhere in their relatively safe little town—to her job at Standard Biotech and her home, several blocks from the diner—he had to tamp down his need to protect her.  From what, he couldn’t explain, even to himself.


Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.


Monday, August 26, 2019

Gravedigger A Romantic Suspense @ceereefields

A Romantic Suspense
2019 Finalist in The Beverly

Hunting a killer is easy. 
Learning to love is hard.


Josephine 'Jo' Rayburn has no luck with love. Between the demands of her job as a homicide detective, finding the perfect yarn for her knitting projects, and her nosy family, she doesn't have time to find her happily ever after, nor does she really believe it exists. Until she's assigned to the Gravedigger task force where she meets Rhysian 'Rhys' Harrison, the sexy Coroner's assistant.

Rhys Harrison thought he had found love with the perfect woman. But his parents' death forced him to choose between his fiancée and caring for his brother, he chose his brother. His only regret, the medical degree he abandoned to work in the Coroner's office. When the Gravedigger leaves his latest victim at the gates of a cemetery, Rhys and Jo are thrown together, her prickly personality interests him, but it's her deeply hidden romantic side that captivates him.

After one of the task force members is shot, Rhys's fears of losing Jo, like he's lost so much already, threaten to rip them apart. Can she convince him that love is worth having no matter the risk? Or will he play it safe, leaving before his heart becomes too attached?


~This one is about the Gravedigger case
 and showcases Sullivan and Jo's partnership~

“Rayburn, Krane, my office,” the captain commanded, striding through the bullpen.
Dammit! Her morning had been great. Their LTs hadn't tossed many cases their way. Only two and the rest needed reports written.

“Sit.” He pointed to the chairs across from his desk. The cramped office held a bookcase with an attached credenza filled with various books, awards and a few trophies from their department's baseball team. On the desk was an ancient computer and pictures of the captain's wife and kids.

In some respects, the office was like any other in law enforcement. Papers, files, books, and odds and ends. In others, the space was unique in that the wine-colored leather chair, the captain sat in, was a gift from his wife. The solid credenza and desk were made from dark, expensive wood and given to him by his in-law's when he received the promotion to captain.

“Did you try to pass the Gravedigger case to Robbery?” The captain's patent scowl firmly in place.

“No,” Sullivan stated, his gaze jumping to Jo and she shifted guiltily. “Wait . . . you tried to pass our case off?”

“Maybe.” Of course she tried to pass the case off, however she'd been provoked. Dammit, Jo couldn't tell them this wasn't her fault without explaining.

The captain pinched the bridge of his nose, unsettling his glasses. “Why, Detective Rayburn?”

Shit. The captain was beyond pissed if he was using her title and last name, together. How to explain it'd just been a joke? Sullivan's gape-jawed expression would've made all of this worthwhile, except for the waves of anger rolling off Captain Walker.

If Brown and Jones would lay off the damned zombie emails, she'd not have done anything. But the damned emails were clogging her inbox no matter how many times she coded them as spam. Those crap emails buried leads and updates Jo needed. Never in this lifetime would she say that to the captain, Jo would never be a snitch.

“You know what? I don't want to know.” He jabbed a finger at her. “It's your case, period. Have you two made any progress?”

“No, sir. The clothes didn't pan out. They're older than the first body. None of the other files say anything about flowers, but they'll be on the lookout if they get any more bodies.” Jo rubbed her forehead. “Tech is looking at cleaning up Tennessee's video, but told us not to hold our breath—”

“What you're telling me is we have nothing until he digs another woman up,” the captain interrupted.
“Yes, sir.” Sullivan drew the captain's narrow-eyed gaze to himself.

“Fine, get out of here. Work on your other cases. Let me know if you get any leads.”

“Yes, sir.” Jo scrambled from the chair and darted for the office door. The meeting could've gone much worse, but maybe with the upcoming holidays the captain was giving her a break.

“And don't think the damned holidays mellowed me, Rayburn. Don't pull that shit again.”

Gulping, Jo opened his door. “Yes, sir.”

No sooner had she sat down than a file flopped onto her desk. She turned her frown into a yawn. Sullivan arched a brow at her, but otherwise his face was impassive. She'd been with him long enough to know he was asking if she had this. A slight tip of her chin and he sat back, allowing her to handle the two assholes.

“Brown, how's tricks?” Jo asked.

“Heard the captain wasn't too happy with you trying to dump your case on us, Rayburn,” he stated from behind her.

Her chair released a loud squeal when she spun it to look at the smug bastard. “Nope.”

His beady eyes narrowed on her as she popped the 'p' at the end of the word. The suit he wore was clean cut and pressed within an inch of its life. She was tempted to lean forward and thump it to see if it'd shatter. But as the man that inhabited the suit didn't have much in the way of a sense of humor, she refrained. His partner however . . .

“Jo! Man, you can't be giving us shit you and Sullivan can't solve. It's bad form.” Jones wove between the other desks to join his partner.

Where Brown looked like a cross between a high school principal and a disapproving maître d', Jones was his polar opposite. Frumpy clothes that looked to have been slept in and a rounded belly from his fondness for hamburgers, and hot apple pies, Jones reminded people of their sweet uncles or best friend.

“Hey, you're part of Robbery”—she faked another yawn with a cough at the end to cover a chuckle that wanted to escape—“and technically these women were stolen—”

“We're not taking the zombie case,” Brown growled leaning over Jo.

She arched a brow. Not intimidated in the least, she pressed into his face. “Then quit giving mine and Sullivan's emails out. Because if I get one more damned zombie survival email, I'm gonna do something a helluva lot worse than try to transfer our case to you two.”

Jo shouldn't retaliate, it would be wrong of her, and petty. Meh, like she cared. Inhaling deeply, Jo made damn sure Brown faced her before exhaling with a woosh toward him. That onion laden breakfast burrito she'd eaten this morning was made to be shared—with assholes.

“What the hell have you been eating?” Brown reeled away from her with a jerk, waving a hand in front of his nose. Then he rounded on Jones and stabbed a finger in his direction. “You! No sending them emails or signing them up for shit. I do not want that damned case!”

Jones's gaze dropped as he pretended to look contrite, but the broad grin contradicted any remorse he might have felt. “Fine.”

“Payback's a bitch and you two need to remember I have video of last year's Halloween party.”

Jones's head jerked up and his eyes rounded, the smile gone. “No, okay, no more. Swear to God, Jo.”

“Deal.” Jo held her hand out and shook Jones's, then Brown's hands in rapid succession.

“I'll spread the word,” Jones added after Brown jabbed him in the side.

“Thank you, gentlemen. Nice doing business with you.” Spinning back to her desk, she listened for their footsteps to retreat.

“What the hell kind of video do you have on them?” Sullivan asked, making Jo release a snort of laughter.
“Now, Sullivan . . . if I have something on them that'd be blackmail—”

“Yeah . . .” He motioned with his hand impatiently.
“Fine. They may or may have gotten drunk at our Halloween party then sang 'So Long, Farewell' along with the entire dance.”

“Holy shit. Like from the Sound of Music?”
Grinning, Jo nodded.

“Holy shit.”

Throwing a paper clip at him, she said, “Quit saying that.”

“How? Jones, yeah, I can see if enough liquor's involved, but Brown—”

“Because I convinced them that Arabelle was there and requested it.”

Sullivan's eyes widened and then narrowed with a frown. “You used my daughter to get blackmail on our fellow officers?”

Nervous, she nibbled her bottom lip. “Yeah.”

“Way to go, partner!” His frown slid into a grin as he held up his hand for a hi-five.

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I write romantic adventures. Mostly, I live vicariously through my characters. I can be a knife-wielding forager who saves her family from deadly kidnappers or a slinky thief who must outmaneuver her sadistic cousin. My male characters aren't cookie cutter either. There's so much diversity in the world that one size does not fit all. It's the same for love. My male characters are diverse. I have several he-men, alpha types, but I also have nerds in glasses who can kickass when needed, whether in a board room or in a parking garage. I have characters who are blind and some who have lost a limb putting their lives on the line to save others.

The one thing they all have in common is they are people who learn to move past their hurdles and find love.

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Sunday, August 25, 2019

Pets in Space® 4 Available for Preorder! #PetsInSpace #amreading

For a limited time only! Pets in Space® 4 is proud to present 13 amazing, original new stories! Enjoy the adventures as today’s leading Science Fiction Romance authors take you on a journey to another world. Join New York Times, USA TODAY and Award-winning Bestselling authors S.E. Smith, Anna Hackett, Tiffany Roberts, Veronica Scott, Pauline Baird Jones, Laurie A. Green, Donna McDonald, Regine Abel, Alexis Glynn Latner, JC Hay, E.D. Walker, Kyndra Hatch, and Cassandra Chandler for another exciting Pets in Space® anthology. Get the collection before it's gone!

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Pets in Space® 4 is $5.99 for 1,489 pages of new, original science fiction romance from NYT & USA Today bestselling authors. This is like buying 5 full length novels for the price of 1 coffee at Starbucks!

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Lords of Kassis Series
by S.E. Smith
Even an incredibly skillful warrior Princess needs help sometimes. Can Madas trust the strange warrior who fell from the sky with her life… and with her heart?

Galactic Gladiators: House of Rone Series
By Anna Hackett
A cyborg who's vowed to keep his emotions and lethal powers leashed, discovers the one woman who can bring him to his knees.

The Infinite City Series
By Tiffany Roberts
Being separated by time and distance does not lessen the love Volcair has for the woman who captured his heart.

The Sectors SF Romance Series
By Veronica Scott
Two crew members of an interstellar luxury liner must join forces with a retired military canine to find a missing relic before the curse brings disaster for everyone.

Project Enterprise Series
By Pauline Baird Jones
Can two almost human geeks find love while they fight against their old Master?

The Inherited Stars Series
By Laurie A. Green
An agent must decide if he can trust the savvy female Rathskian warrior that crosses his path or if he should deliver her to his superiors.

My Crazy Alien Romance Series
By Donna McDonald
Nothing is normal when Topper finds herself expecting again.

Xian Warriors Series
By Regine Abel
A genetically engineered war machine finds love with the human doctor who may be his only chance of survival.

Starways Series
By Alexis Glynn Latner
A scientist looking for a genetically engineered unicorn and a historian seeking the right question find each other in an interstellar amusement park full of dangerous games.

TriSystems: Smugglers Series
By JC Hay
The last thing Sheri needs is a brooding, brawny smuggler watching her every move, but his help is all that stands between her and a crime lord's wrath.

Alien Animal Rescues Series
By E.D. Walker
A kidnapped princess and her bird companion must rely on the exiled guard who loves her to help them.

After The Fall Series
By Kyndra Hatch
The human composed a song in his heart, a pull he couldn’t ignore, a draw that demanded further exploration.

The Department of Homeworld Security Series
By Cassandra Chandler
A simple house call to care for a sick animal turns a young woman’s life upside down when she discovers the ‘house’ is really a spaceship

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Leaving Earth @Liza0Connor

A Warning from someone who knows...
“We all like to believe we are masters of our fate. However, usually it isn’t true. Somewhere, a person exists, sometimes completely unknown to you, whose slightest action impacts your life.”

Billionaire David Ross has created a sanctuary for an alien species that superficially resembles Earth’s black panther. This race is superior in both strength and longevity to humans. David’s plan is to seed a new world with the offspring of these aliens and selected humans. Contrary to the covenants of the project, he sends a special young woman named Jesse to the island against her will. Her arrival changes more than he planned.


The captain and a crewman carried Jesse off the boat on a stretcher.
A small, beautiful, black woman stared down into her face. “What’s wrong with her?”
The captain handed the woman a letter, which she read.
“Take her back on the boat!” the woman demanded. “She does not come by free will. Take her back before it is too late.”
“It’s already too late,” the captain said. “My orders are very clear on this point. No one leaves this island.”
“But she has seen absolutely nothing. She has no idea where you’ve taken her!”
“She knows it’s an island, less than a day from the mainland. That’s too much knowledge. She remains here, Carmella, and that’s all there is to it.”
“But she does not want to be here! David had no right to do this! It is hard enough for those who have willingly accepted.”
The captain snorted in impatience. “Please. It’s not as if she has to accept anything difficult. Hell, this place is a paradise! She’ll adapt.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“Then put her back on the boat and I’ll get rid of her for you.”
“You mean kill her?” Carmella hissed.
“Yes. You know the rule, Carmella. No one leaves this island. Do you have any idea what would happen to your children if they became known to the world?”
Carmella stood in helpless rage for a moment. She then stroked Jesse’s cheek. “I’m sorry, Jesse, but it appears you are going to have to stay. It was wrong of David to send you against your will. But trust me when I say you are most wanted, and I hope you will not blame your new family for David’s unforgivable action.”
Jesse struggled with her emotions. She wanted to hate her new family, to hold them equally responsible for her abduction, but how could she when they were not a part of David’s scheme. She could see the woman, Carmella, was very upset over the matter.



Leaving Earth

About the Author
   Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens in a myriad of genres.



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