New Release || August 23, 2016 || Romantic Suspense

Friends Forever by Sue Stewart Ade~ A WHITE SATIN ROMANCE ~

Hickory Hills #1

Friends Forever

by Sue Stewart Ade

Quincy Matthews witnesses her best friend’s murder. To protect her friend’s child, she kidnaps the four-year-old girl and flees to Hickory Hills, a small Southern Illinois town where she spent summer with her grandparents.

She disguises the child and herself. When she meets Ace Edleston a teenage romance is rekindled. Ace suspects that Quincy is keeping secrets and confronts her. Telling Ace about the kidnapping will make him an accessory. Not telling Ace will make him walk away.

As Quinn wrestles with this moral dilemma, the murderer is getting closer. Will he find them, and if he does, how far will Quinn go to keep the child safe?



Release Date: August 23, 2016
Genre: Romantic Suspense


Chapter One


 He slid the key into the door. Click. The massive wooden door swung open. He stepped into the dark foyer of his house. Behind him, a gust of March wind swept the door closed.

He held his breath. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The grandfather clock in the foyer struck one. He started. Christine wasn’t expecting him home tonight. She thought her husband had flown to a medical conference in Las Vegas. She had no way of knowing he’d gotten a call.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

A soft glow from the neighbor’s security light spilled through the living room window, illuminating the staircase in front of him. He slipped off his brown wing-tipped shoes and crept up the carpeted stairs. One, two, three. Each step brought him closer.

When he reached the top, he gripped the newel post and looked toward Christine’s bedroom. His pulse quickened. A shaft of light from the open doorway pooled onto the plush carpet. Was Christine awake? Had she heard him sneak into the house?

He took a deep breath, rounded the corner, and stepped into the bedroom. His heart slammed against his chest. In the middle of the sleigh bed was Christine. In her hand was a small caliber gun—pointed directly at him.

Winston swallowed. He’d underestimated her. She wasn’t the weak gosling he’d thought. He hadn’t expected her to have a gun, just as he hadn’t expected her to ask for a divorce. He kept his voice low, not wanting to disturb their daughter, Phoebe, in the bedroom at the end of the hall. “Put the gun down, Christine. I’m not an intruder.”

She didn’t flinch, but her voice trembled. “I’m leaving, Winston. You can’t stop me.”

He stepped forward. “Put the gun down and we’ll talk.”

Her hand shook, and the gun wavered. “Don’t come any closer. We’ve already talked. I told you our marriage was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He gave a derisive snort. A mistake was what you made when your bank account didn’t balance. A mistake was what you made when you dialed a wrong number. Marriage was not a mistake. “You vowed until death us do part.”

“So you’ve reminded me. That’s why I have a gun. I’m taking Phoebe and leaving.”

“No.” He gritted his teeth to keep from shouting. “Phoebe stays with me.”

Christine’s voice rose. “She’s my daughter.”

He shook his head. “She’s my daughter, too.”

“Not for long. Leave before I count to ten.”

Winston crossed his arms and stood at the corner of the bed.

Christine began counting.

She wouldn’t shoot him. He was certain of that. But on six, his eyes began to blink. On seven, his throat tightened. She was serious. On eight, he dropped to the floor and rolled along the side of the bed. He reached for the cord on the nightstand lamp and yanked it toward him. The ceramic lamp slid across the table and tumbled over the edge. The ruffled shade flew off and the exposed light bulb struck the floor. Winston turned his eyes toward Christine.

Pop. The bulb shattered. A burst of light. Christine blinked against the blinding glare.

Winston pounced. He grabbed the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. “Ten.”


He jerked back, stunned by the sound of the gunshot. Enough light filtered through the sheer curtains for him to see Christine’s head twitch and hit the headboard. Her mouth froze in a silent scream. Red blood streamed from her matted hair, spreading onto her white nightgown.

Winston’s body went slack. He dropped the gun and collapsed onto the floor. It wasn’t his fault. She’d bought the gun. She’d threatened to kill him. She’d made him do it.

What if he went to jail? Oh God, who would take care of his precious Phoebe? A burglary. He’d make Christine’s death look like a robbery gone bad.

Was Phoebe still sleeping or had the gunshot awakened her? She was only four years old, and skittish around him. But that would change. Now he was her only parent. Just him.

He rose and shielded his face with his hands to avoid Christine’s accusing eyes. Padding down the hall, he passed the guest bedroom and continued to Phoebe’s room. He opened the door, expecting to see his daughter snuggled beneath the covers.

He stared at the white canopy bed. Empty. Where was Phoebe?

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New Release || August 16, 2016 || Sunrise & Stormy Skies

~ A Pink Satin Romance ~

From Florida With Love

Sunrise & Stormy Skies

by Southwest Florida Romance Writers

Sarah Andre, Karen Dean Benson, Patricia Campbell, Allan Dyen-Shapiro, Sonja Gunter, Mariah Lynne, Kerryn Reid, Dee Speers, Becca St. John & Kristine Taylor

Here in Southwest Florida, we know a lot about the power of hurricanes. They can be terrifying, destructive demons playing havoc with human lives.

We know a lot about the power of love, too. We know love can survive storms of all kinds, and these ten new stories from Southwest Florida Romance Writers prove it.

Here, love comes to rich and poor, young and old. It lurks on the beach, in town, and in Florida’s agricultural heartland. It might creep up on you, or it might strike with the power of a hurricane. Sometimes the hurricane arrives in disguise: a vintage motorcycle, a bucking bronco, a man’s name. Be surprised, be moved, be open to what comes after the storm. Because sometimes, out of devastation, come new beginnings. And the heart of each story is love. Don’t miss the first anthology from Southwest Florida Romance Writers, From Florida with Love: Sunsets & Happy Endings, also from Satin Romance…

The Crossroads by Sarah Andre
A probie firefighter surfs the post-hurricane waves to distract himself from the trauma of not being able to save his first victim. Among the tumultuous waves he meets a glamorous ER physician who thinks he’s a ‘playa’ until he saves her life. In return, she saves him from his psychological crossroads.

Charley the Hurricane by Karen Dean Benson
Disaster and dreams – oil and water.

This short story centers around the destruction of Charley the Hurricane that hit southern Florida with a bang in 2004. It’s about reaching out and fulfilling dreams. The irony of Charley’s devastation is hurricanes and wishes are thought to be mutually exclusive.

Just so you know, two things mutually exclusive are related in such a way that each one makes the other impossible. For example, a coin toss can’t land on both heads and tails; it’s mutually exclusive. This story is about disaster and billions of dollars lost in crops and homes. Yet, dreams did come true against a wasteland of destruction.

Land of the Fountain of Old by Patricia Campbell
It takes a Category 4 hurricane for light to dawn in Herschel Rosenbaum’s obstinate brain. When Dolly, his wife of over sixty years, gives up trying to talk sense into him, she takes the mandatory evacuation order seriously and leaves their house on Estero Island in their only car.

He’s left to contemplate his muleheaded refusal to believe the weather reports. He’s ridden out every hurricane for the past fifty years and knows their house can withstand whatever Mother Nature throws at it. Those weather dimwits are wrong most of the time anyhow.

She Tasted Salt by Allan Dyen-Shapiro
Homeless and forgotten, Shauna survives at the margins of society. Warnings of a hurricane coming to Fort Myers Beach miss her, and she hunkers down to brave the storm. A dolphin catches her eye, but when she refuses to wade out to meet him, he transforms into a man who promises to take her away from her lonely existence. Does she want what her prince promises?

Fast Lane Court Order by Sonja Gunter
What would you do if you were ordered to enjoy life? Keira Doyle takes her fellow lawyers joke to heart. Overhearing Grady Lynch, the bartender at The Veranda, talking about a benefit bike run. With the wheels in motion, she decides to participate on her vintage Hurricane motorcycle.
Not wanting to be in contempt of court, Keira takes a chance on a sunrise to bring new beginnings.

The Kaine Mutiny by Mariah Lynne
Matchmaker Sarah Stringer races against time to find the perfect woman for a tall dark handsome doctor. What’s so urgent? Will Sarah succeed? The answers will melt your heart.

Butterfly in a Hurricane by Kerryn Reid
A fragile young woman falls for the cop who spares her a speeding ticket. Unbelievably, he likes her, too. Can Type A and Type Z find happiness in the middle of the alphabet?

The Last Ride by Dee Speers
The last ride in life depends on how you’ve lived and loved. Sunrise Ranch is all Randall Scanlon cared about and fought to keep. He just knew his son felt the same. When his son, Casey, turns his back on the ranch for the rodeo, Randall told his son to leave and not come back. Casey never forgot or gave up on his family but was determined to live his life as he wanted. Now father and son will each face their last ride. Can the ranch and family survive?

Alone by Becca St. John
Jailbait, that’s how Lars had always seen Jessie, but now she is all grown up and as headstrong as ever. Much as he’d waited for this day, he didn’t expect it to come in the middle of a sting with Jesse in the cross-hairs of some nasty perpetrators. At the risk of everything, he has to get her free.

Love and Faith in a Hurricane by Kristine Taylor
National Guardsman, Jacob Lutz, escorted Ashley to a hurricane shelter at the local high school when a storm was approaching. As they get to know each other, Ashley finds her home totally destroyed. Her clothing store was spared. Her parents drove down from South Carolina and take an instant liking to Jacob. The couple start dating after the storm passes. On a hot air balloon ride, Jacob proposes to Ashley. Will she risk giving her heart to a new man?

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Release Date: August 16, 2016
Genre: Romance Anthology

New Release || July 12, 2016 || His Prisoner

His Prisoner

~ A Pink Satin Romance ~

His Prisoner

by Lois Carroll

 Tempting fate, a hapless witness to a robbery and murder takes the stolen money from the robbers’ stash to support himself and his daughter, Kate. Over her objections, they plan to head west separately to start a new life. Jake, a Pinkerton agent, traces the gold to Kate and her missing father. He holds her prisoner to force her to take him to her father and the loot. Jake intends to take him back to face charges and return the gold. Meantime the real robbers also trace the spent coins to Kate and her Father and start closing in to get their gold back. Jake now has two reasons to hold his prisoner close… real close.





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Release Date: July 12, 2016
Genre: Western / Historical Romance


Chapter One 

Her long skirt dragging in the dust, Kate Gleason trudged up the rutted mill-district road. Angry male voices shouting ahead stopped her. Her landlord and his huge henchman were yelling at her father. She ducked between two shacks before they saw her. Her heart raced with fear as she remembered the landlord’s strong hands on her. She shuddered at the thought of what he threatened to do to her if their rent wasn’t paid in full this week.

She didn’t move until after the evil men rode away and she thought it safe to continue home. But stepping back onto the road, she saw her father run across the dirt street and disappear between the houses across from theirs.

Why was he racing away just when she was due home to fix his supper?

~ * ~

Thaddeus Gleason stopped running well into town and pulled himself up straight against an alley wall to drag in deep breaths. He felt light-headed from so much exercise after not having eaten all day. He winced as a sharp pain shot across his shoulder blade. It was wounded when his landlord had shoved him against the door frame because he didn’t have the rent.

Swallowing his fear, he wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead onto the worn sleeve of his jacket. He’d promised the greedy dolt to pay the rent tomorrow, but they both knew he would be asking his beautiful daughter for the coins. If it weren’t for her working long days at her job sewing rich ladies’ dresses at that fancy shop, they would have been evicted long ago.

Their landlord had smiled and added, “Unless of course you’d like to give me your daughter in trade for the rent.” He’d laughed, the ugly sound echoed by the bully close behind him. “Been a long time since I’ve taken a sweet young virgin like her. It might be worth it for a week’s rent to have her for a night.”

His hands fisted, and Thad had stood as tall as he could manage. “Never! I will have the money for you tomorrow, but you will never touch my daughter.” Knowing he should feel quite lucky that he still had his teeth and no broken bones after the confrontation, Thad only felt fear and worry over their fate. He had to figure out some way to get money, and now.

As usual, he’d drunk up all he’d managed to earn this week at the mill. They only had part-time positions open now. The War Between the States had been over for ten years, yet there were still too many men wandering about looking for work. What chance did he have? No one in St. Louis wanted to hire an old farmer who knew nothing except how to raise crops and tend cattle.

Ironically, he’d found solace at a trade district inn where a fellow could have a pint of ale in peace. They showed him respect and didn’t treat him like dirt. As long as he paid for his drinks, that is. Frowning at how his conscience pained him, he decided he would go to the pub for just a few minutes to ask if they’d heard of anyone hiring. Though if he were lucky, he might find someone willing to buy a pal a pint, too.

The moonlight lit his way as his steps took him past shops that were already boarded up for the night. Kate would be home soon. He had to hurry. Glancing nervously over his shoulder, he realized he was the only man on the street. He quickened his steps, his worn shoes making little noise on the crushed stone and dirt street.

Alarmed at hearing horses and a carriage approaching, he ducked into a narrow alleyway between two shops. He didn’t want a fancy-pants riding in the carriage to look down at him like he was a fly on their sweet-cake. Before the carriage passed, however, he heard the horses brought to a noisy halt and several men shouting in the street that he’d thought deserted moments earlier.

Thad pulled his dark knit cap over his graying head and cautiously peered around the building. A sleek black carriage with an elegant gold painting on the side had stopped in the street. Two big men on horseback held guns pointed at the driver. One of them held tight to the bridle of the lead horse in the team. A third man on foot opened the carriage door and ordered the man inside to get out.

All gussied up in a dark suit and vest with a stiff, white, high-collared shirt and crisp ascot, the man from inside stepped down and stood erect with his hands up. “Do you have any idea who I am?” he asked, his chin rising.

The fat man on the horse laughed. He was dressed as poorly as Thad. His shirt was worn through at the elbows, and Thad could see a hole in the sole of his boot over the stirrup when his horse nervously pranced sideways. His vest wasn’t near big enough to button. “Course we do. Now where is it?” the man shouted.

“Where is what? I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I insist you release my horses and let me get on my way. I have a riverboat to catch,” the passenger said. He glanced up at the man driving the team of horses, but that poor soul sat with his trembling hands up, his eyes wide with fright. Thad could see he’d dropped the reins over the front rail and wouldn’t be a help to anyone. “Really, Timmons, is there nothing you can do right?” the fancy man asked.

Not waiting for instruction, the slim man on foot jumped into the carriage and came out holding a canvas bag not much bigger than a loaf of bread. “I got it! I got it, and it’s good and heavy,” he shouted. He laughed and pranced around in a circle, holding the bag high over his head with both hands.

“You put that back where you found it,” the passenger ordered, pointing inside the carriage instead of keeping his hands raised.

The slim man laughed. “Hell, no. We ain’t been watching you for weeks for nothing. This money is ours to keep.”

The passenger lunged for the bag, but the slim man jerked around and leapt several feet away from him, the bag clutched tightly against his chest.

“That’s enough,” the fat man yelled, stopping the conflict. “You know what to do with it.”

“Hell, you told me often enough times,” the slim man responded. “Can I go bury it now?”

Thad saw the gentleman from the carriage reach inside his jacket and pull out a small pistol. He never had a chance to shoot it though because the heavier man on horseback shot him right in the chest. The gun fell from the fancy man’s hand before he slumped to his knees and then keeled over face down in the dirt.

The close shot frightened the team of horses. They jerked loose from the other man’s grip and bolted down the street. As they passed Thad, he saw that the driver had been thrown down in front of his bench seat, or else he was hiding there to save his own hide. The horses pulling the carriage, their eyes open wide and their nostrils flared, ran on totally out of control.

“He’s getting away,” the slim man with the sack yelled. “That driver seen us.”

“Shut up. It don’t matter now that we got it. We’ll be gone before they know where to look for us. Not even a Pinkerton man will be able to find us,” he bragged with a laugh.

The other man on horseback dismounted and rolled the victim over on his back.

“He dead?” the fat man asked.

The other man nodded but said nothing. Thad could see now that he wore his dark hair in long braids that fell down his chest Indian-style.

“We gotta get out of here,” the fat man yelled. “This is where we split up. You run and hide that money where we said, and we’ll meet back there in one week from tonight to dig it up together. And until then, remember to get out of town and stay out of sight. Don’t do nothing stupid.”

The two big men took off down the road and headed in opposite directions at the next corner. As they passed, Thad got a better look at the fat man whose big smile showed his rotten teeth. He had heavy brows, a big nose, and a cruel smile. Thad shivered. The man looked like he had enjoyed killing the passenger.

Thad didn’t dare lean out from his hiding place to peak at the third man, because he heard his footsteps nearing. If the slim man saw him and knew that he had witnessed the robbery, he was as good as dead. What would his sweet Kate do then without her pap to watch out for her?

In seconds, the man ran right past without seeing Thad. The air escaped Thad’s lungs in a rush. Peering around the building in the direction the man had run, he saw him turn onto the cemetery road that led to the big church up on the hill beyond the shops. From there it went straight to the cemetery.

Licking his lips, Thad felt real thirsty. However, he was mighty curious too. It had to be money in the sack. But how much money was in the sack that they would shoot a man for it? He stepped out on the walkway and glanced back at the robbery site. No one had discovered the body yet, but he heard footfalls coming his way. Not wanting to be found near the scene of a crime, Thad ran. At the corner he turned up the cemetery road.

Any light from the sun was gone, but the moon had risen. He could see that the slim robber hadn’t paused at the church but had kept running. Thad figured the cemetery had to be his destination. Following him through the wooden gates at a safe distance, Thad stepped off the road onto the grass to silence his footsteps. High enough to see most of the cemetery, Thad watched from behind a carved marble angel until the robber stopped. He dropped to his hands and knees and began clawing at the flowers on a grave. He left the blooms beside him in a heap.

After creating a hole, he dropped the bag in and pushed the soil back to cover it. Topping the area with the flowers, he spread the extra dirt he had left in the pile around the edge of the mound. Apparently done, he rose and wiped his dirty hands on his pants.

Suddenly, a cloud passed over the moon. For a minute or two, it was pitch black in the cemetery, making the robber curse. Thad could hear him picking his way back to the road from where he’d buried the loot. He cursed when he must have walked into a gravestone. As soon as the cloud moved beyond the moon and they both could see again, the man took off at a run around the church. When the footsteps stomping the gravel path stopped, Thad heard a horse whinny and then a horse gallop away. A horse tied at the far side of the cemetery had made his getaway easy.

After checking for anyone else watching, Thad ran to the grave and ripped up the flowers without any concern for their welfare. He clawed repeatedly at the soft earth like a dog digging for a buried bone. Soon he felt the heavy fabric of the bag and yanked it free from its tomb. Brushing it off and shaking it to remove the soil that clung to the sturdy weave, he heard the clinking of coins inside.

“Thank you. Thank you for the answer to our prayers,” he whispered. “It’ll be different now, Mary,” he added in a message to his late wife. “I can take good care of Kate now.”

Disregarding the soil still embedded in the fabric, he stuffed the sack under his shirt for safekeeping and closed his jacket. Pressing against the bag with one hand to hold it silently in place, he ran for all he was worth. Cutting across the cemetery in the opposite direction from the robber, he came out on a street past the robbery site. He heard men’s shouts from that direction but continued toward the inn he knew. He needed a drink, and he had to see what was in the bag.

Slowing his pace and trying to slow his breathing rate as well, he stepped inside. The smell of venison stew and years of spilled ale assailed him, making his empty stomach lurch. Swallowing hard, he moved away from the fire roaring in the fireplace. Slipping between the long tables, he kept his eyes averted. He didn’t want to attract any company to witness opening the sack. He chose a seat in the far corner, nowhere near the other customers.

The barmaid came over to take his order. Confident he could pay for it with coins from the bag, he asked for a tankard of dark ale. After her back was turned to go fill his order, he slipped his hand inside his shirt and tugged at the leather strip that held the sack shut. He loosened the tie enough to get two fingers inside. The coins all felt all the same goodly size, so he pulled just one out and tugged the ties tight again. Looking around to see if he’d drawn any attention, he closed his jacket over the bulge in his shirt and leaned back in his chair.

The coin nearly burned a hole in his fist as the girl returned too quickly with his ale. He thanked her and unfortunately caught the eye of one of the men drinking with two others by the fire. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath. He looked away but not quickly enough. All three of the men were coming over to join him. Any other time he would have welcomed their friendly companionship. He gulped down half his ale to fortify himself. His empty stomach cramped around the foaming contents.

“Thad, you old devil. We didn’t see you over here all by yourself.” The man slapped his mug on the table, and ale splashed out onto the well-worn surface. “You musta hit a bit of luck if you’re in here on rent day, big as you please, ordering up a pint of ale.”

Thad grinned, his fist still tightly closed over the large coin. “Just a swallow or two and I have to get home to supper, Whitey. Can’t keep my little girl waiting.”

The men laughed. “Ready for another round, gents?” the barmaid asked.

“No, no, not me,” Thad insisted immediately. “I gotta git home. Just came in for a quick one.” His stomach be damned. He picked up his glass and downed the rest without stopping.

“Then you’ll be wanting to pay for that ale now,” she said, holding out her hand. She wasn’t about to let anyone stiff her.

Thad looked from her to the men, all of whom were watching him. He grinned and stood. “Of course, my girl. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Prepared for the worst but hoping for a miracle, he turned his fist palm up and opened his fingers slowly. All eyes were on his hand. They widened as they saw the prize glittering on his muddy hand.

“I’ll be damned,” Whitey whispered.

“It’s gold,” said another. “Ain’t it, Thad?”

“Nah, couldn’t be. What’s he doing with gold?” the barmaid put in. The trio on the far side of the table laughed.

Thad swallowed past his fear and tried his best to keep grinning. The barmaid snatched the coin and bit it. Looking at the marks of her bite on the metal, she turned to the bar. “Hey, Hoppy, get over here. I think this guy’s got real gold.”

“Not necessary to make a fuss over my good fortune,” Thad insisted, edging his way past her, his hand still over the sack of coins to be certain his booty stayed in place. “I must leave now though. My daughter should have supper on the table. I trust you all can put this coin to good use. Drinks all around are on me as long as this lasts,” he shouted, stepping even closer to the door.

A cheer went up from the eight or nine men seated around the room. In the rush and confusion of men calling out their drink preferences while trying to catch a glimpse of the gold coin, Thad slipped out of the inn and took off at a run. He headed down a different street so he could circle wide around the site of the robbery. He ran as much of the way home as he could, though his legs felt on fire and a stitch in his side cramped as if he’d been stabbed with a red hot poker. But Thad was too frightened to stop. Finally reaching his porch, he saw the lamp was lit inside and smelled the stew that Kate had ready for supper.

He rushed through the door and shut it with his shoulder so he could quickly lock it with his free hand. “Hurry,” he gasped in his breathless state. “We have to pack.” He swallowed hard. “No, eat first and then pack,” he amended. “No sense to wasting the precious food.”

He crossed to the little table as he unbuttoned his jacket and shirt. He pulled out the sack of gold coins and dropped it on the table in front of a surprised Kate. “We have to be out of here by the light of dawn.”

New Release || June 21, 2016 || College Football & Guardians

Eagle River by Isabelle Kane~ A Pink Satin Romance ~

Eagle River

by Isabelle Kane

Can love survive the ultimate betrayal?

Rivals, Galen Odgers and Cam Fawst have shared many things. Gifted athletes and favored sons of Eagle River Wisconsin, both have been quarterbacks for the same legendary football team, the Warriors. Each was raised by a strong woman, and both love the same beautiful girl, Kjersten Solheim.

Though they despise each other, they are inexorably linked. But there is a secret about one of them, a secret that a mother took to her grave, that a high school coach swore never to reveal, and one whose consequences continue to reverberate.

Can love survive the ultimate betrayal and the revelation of a decades old secret?


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Release Date: June 21, 2016
Genre: New Adult | Contemporary | Sports | Romance

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Chapter One

The Fair 1985 

~ Ben ~

It was the kind of night when you held hands with your girl, rather than tossing an arm over her shoulders, because you were uncomfortably aware of the big sweat patches that extended all the way down to your belt. The evening breeze was heavy and sluggish with humidity, newly spun cotton candy, and buttered popcorn. Now and then, the heavy air would pick up a hot breath of animal smells emanating from the stock pens. And everything was sticky, especially the bodies of small, sun burned, black fingernailed children. The animals tied up in the fluorescently lit “Cow Palace,” were drooping and soggy despite the flashing lights and the cacophony of sound that rudely interrupted the surrounding opaque silence of a fallow field in the Midwestern night.

Years later, Ben could still hear it, the manically cheerful music of the Ferris wheel, the melodic wailing of some local country band from the beer tent, the dull hum of voices speaking, the lowing and bleating of the discontented animals, and, occasionally, a mother’s shrill cry for a child that had wandered off. He could still smell it and taste it, and it was right there when he closed his eyes. And then it would flood him and he would ache with the tight sunbaked skin feeling of childhood summers.

There was one such Saturday night that stood out as brilliantly lit among Ben’s memories as the Vegas strip in the quiet, indigo emptiness of the desert night. He remembered being ticked because his mother had saddled him with Timmy Johansson for the evening, and that meant that Ben had to leave the fair by eleven to get the kid home on time. Timmy wasn’t a bad kid. It’s just that he tried way too hard. His mom knew the kid had problems. She was the one who made Timmy go out for football, the year that Eagle River made it to the State Championships. Galen’s year.

That night, it turned out to be a good thing that Timmy came along. At least he was someone for Ben to talk to, someone easily impressed. Galen was in one of his moods. So, there they were, doing the fair thing: Ben, Galen the mute, and Timmy, shirt buttoned all the way up his neck, don’t-look-over-at-the-beer-tent Johansson.

It must have been around ten o’clock and all three boys were about faired out. They had taken to wandering around the stock barns with no real purpose, blowing time, when they heard cheering and applause from over near the game booths. There was a pause and then the same again. A good sized crowd had formed around one of the booths. They walked over to check out what was going on. Ben couldn’t see anything at first, but the three worked their way through the crowd. Ben was tall and so it wasn’t long before he had a decent view.

The crowd had formed a semi-circle around one of those games where one throws a football through a ring. The size of the prize you win is determined by how many times consecutively a person can throw it through the ring. The area in front of the booth was all clear, except for one figure which was alternately illuminated and then shadowed by the rapidly changing Ferris wheel lights. The man stood a good thirty feet from his target. At first, Ben couldn’t make out who it was. The guy was tall and strong. His shoulders were turned sideways. He stepped, reached back, and threw. The football sailed through the hole. The crowd went nuts. Their hero stood still, basking in their praise while some kid ran the ball back to him. Just then, a light from the Ferris wheel flashed across the man’s face, illuminating him. But Ben already knew who it was; he had kept stats at too many football games throughout high school not to recognize that particular throwing style.

Timmy, who had followed Ben through the crowd, tugged at his arm. “Hey, isn’t that Cam Fawst?”

Ben spun, searching for Galen, but he had already lost him somewhere in the crowd.

“You know him, right?” Insisted Timmy. He pushed at Ben’s shoulder. “Hey, Ben, what’s up?”

“Yeah, that’s Cam.” Where was Galen?

“Could you introduce me to him? He’s the Coyotes’ quarterback! I watched him on TV. I can’t believe that he’s actually here!”

Ben watched again as Cam turned, stepped, and hurled the football. It spiraled tightly, powerfully through the hole in the board. The crowd cheered wildly again. Once more, the kid jogged the ball back to Cam.

“That’s twelve, Cam,” someone shouted.

“Don’t miss this one, Cam.”

The tall figure turned into the half-light cast by the carousel. “It’s in the bag,” that familiar deep, confident, sardonic voice announced over the manically cheerful tune shrieking out from the carousel.

“No one has ever gotten thirteen, the whole fair, Mom,” Ben heard some little kid squeal. “Look how far back he is.”

“Hush, Toby. You’ll wreck his concentration,” a feminine voice ordered.

Ben watched Cam critically. He turned and threw. The ball spiraled through the air once more. So controlled, so smooth. But Cam still threw with this arm, not his shoulder. Ben had wondered whether the coaching Cam received in Milwaukee would correct that technical flaw. But, no. It was still there. But, if you were really critical, if you examined his throwing style as a potential NFL player, then you would have to admit that he didn’t use his shoulder the way the great ones did, the Johnny Unitases, the Dan Marinos. Still, Cam was impressive. And he remained Eagle River’s favorite son.

Once again, Ben searched the crowd for Galen, but there was still no sign of him. Is Kjersten here? Ben’s stomach twisted. God, he hoped not. It was way too soon for Galen.

Then, as he stared into the front rows of the crowd, the frenetic flash of the Ferris wheel lights reflected off moonlight bright long hair. He could just make out the familiar long, slender frame. God no! She’s here. Galen can’t deal with her right now, too!

The Guardian's Heart
~ A White Satin Romance ~

The Guardian’s Heart

by Michel Prince

Nominated for Book of the Year 2013 By LASR

Case Thomas is always in control whether it’s on the basketball court, the lab where he works, or in his love life. He thinks he has everything all figured out. All that changes when his parents pass away during his last year of college and Case is thrown into fatherhood when he becomes temporary guardian to two adorable twin toddlers. Weeks later, exhausted and running out of time, Case must decide if he’s ready to become a father to these children, or give them up and move on with what’s left of his life. Then he meets Gabbie Vaulst.

Gabbie is amazing with the kids, owns her own business, and has all the right curves in all the right places. She can tell Case is attracted to her, but does he really love her or is he just settling for a surrogate Mom who can wrangle his new kids? Knowing that she’s falling in love with him, she chooses to push him away until his world straightens out. Can Case prove to Gabbie, and himself, that his feelings are real? Or, is this sudden family too much for both of them to handle?

The odds, as well as members of their past who’ve come out of the woodwork, are against them, but when kids are involved, all bets are off.


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Release Date: June 21, 2016
Genre: Contemporary | Interracial Romance

White Satin Romance


Chapter One


“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”
Dr. Seuss


Gabbie heard the sound of plastic packages falling in the row behind her. A frustrated groan started to escalate, which peaked her interest. Curiosity, being her downfall every time, made her wander into the next aisle to see a frustrated guy juggling diapers, as a small child, no more than three, used the dropped bundles as building blocks.

Normally she let the chips fall where they may, but this young guy was obviously not a father—or if he was, he was in way over his head. He looked the same age as her with his shoulder length dreads pulled back with a binder, and thick-framed dark glasses. With his striking light caramel color skin and a goatee that was starting to turn into a beard, the man stood at least six-two. What seemed to catch Gabbie’s attention the most was his firm build under a University of North Dakota T-shirt and sweatpants.

Gabbie bit at her bottom lip thinking, if he looks this hot in couch potato clothes, what will he look like dressed up?

Or better yet, undressed.

The little boy at his feet came up to his knee, with round cheeks and was a little darker than he was. The boy had a slight Afro and, when he looked up at her, she saw the deepest mahogany eyes she’d seen in her life.

The man’s frustration grew; he tossed a package of Pampers toward her and she caught it with one hand. Thank goodness for all those years behind the plate in softball, she thought.

“You know the no-shopping-cart-theory doesn’t work when you have a toddler.”

“Huh,” he replied absently, “I didn’t see you there,” he apologized.

“You’ve obviously never worked in retail and had to clean this crap up.” Gabbie bent down on one knee in front of the little boy. “Hey you, what’s your name?”

“We’re fine, really,” the man said right as the little boy cleared the bottom shelf of its merchandise. “Charlie, no,” he yelped.

“Charlie, huh? You made a mess, Charlie, and you need to help me clean it up. What if someone did that with your toys?”

Charlie’s big eyes, with the longest soft lashes she’d ever seen, looked at her trying to get out of the work. Gabbie scrunched her face in disapproval and Charlie started to put the diapers back on the shelf with his chubby hands, one bundle at a time. Gabbie placed a few on the shelf, but let Charlie do most of the work since he’d made the mess.

“How’d you do that?” the flustered man asked.

“He’s a good boy. He’s just testing your limits. Uncle? Or does his mom take him shopping?” Gabbie fished for information. God she hoped he wasn’t married.

“He’s my…I don’t know…I’m his guardian.”

“That sounds ominous,” she replied.

Gabbie restocked the last bundle on the shelf then picked up Charlie, placed him in her virtually empty cart, and buckled him in. Charlie protested at first, but one raised eyebrow from Gabbie stopped him cold. She then grabbed size four Huggies and tossed them in the basket.

“What else do you need, Guardian?”

“I don’t even know. Look, he’s my brother. My parents were killed in a car wreck two weeks ago. I had one diaper left and…” The man shook his head in despair.

“I’m so sorry. I work with kids every day. Hey, at least he’s a boy and not a girl. You’d have to deal with hair and all that stuff.”

“Girl? Oh shit, Claire.” The man ran frantically up and down the aisles crying out her name.

Gabbie frequented this Walgreens more than she wanted to admit. Something about the crappy As-Seen-On-TV aisle drew her in every time. She headed straight towards the toys and found a little girl that looked the same age as Charlie with definite dad hair pulled up into two lopsided ponytails. She sat with a smashed open package of Oreos as her chubby fingers thumbed through a picture book.

“You must be Claire,” Gabbie said as she looked at the little girl with chocolate crumbs around her mouth. True to two-year-old form she smiled at Gabbie and held a half-eaten cookie up for her. “Thank you, but you can keep it.”

“Oh my god, Claire you can’t run off like that,” the man said as he tore down the aisle and picked her up, to which she squealed in protest. “Come on lil’ bit.”

“Claire, be nice to your brother,” Gabbie said in a calm voice.

To that, Claire looked at Charlie and passed him the half-eaten cookie, which he took with gusto.

“Thank you for finding her,” the man said, dropping the remains of the cookie package in the basket. “You must be ready to call DHS on me.”

“No, not yet. I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m sorry, Case, Case Thomas,” he said, hugging Claire closer to his chest and extending his right hand, which Gabbie shook. His hand was soft, but had worn calluses.

“Gabbie Vaulst. You know what, how about a few happy meals on me. There’s a McDonalds with a Playland about three blocks from here.”

“No, you’ve done enough.”

“I insist, Guardian, and we need to get you some diapers too I suspect,” she said to Claire.

“Right, but teach me how to choose what kind?”

“That’s simple,” she said, pushing back to the baby aisle with Case right on her hip. “First, don’t get your diapers in a drug store; they don’t have big enough packages. Boys get racecars or sports equipment. Girls tend to have princesses or little animals on them. Other than that look at the weight and figure out if they’ve out grown the last size you got.”

“You have kids.”

“Me? No. I run a daycare with my friends. As for size, well you gotta know their weight, but I’m pretty good at that since I’m always lifting kids. You know they’re pretty quiet. How old are they?”

“They turned two last Christmas and no they’re not quiet, are you, Double Trouble?” Case teased as he nuzzled against Claire’s ear. Gabbie was touched.

New Release || April 26, 2016 || Magic, Romance, and Second Chances

The Breeding of Lilacs


The Breeding of Lilacs

by Laura Kennedy

Barbie Bentley has everything a woman could want: two great kids, a gorgeous Mediterranean home on the West Coast of Florida, loyal friends, and of course, her husband Bud. Yet she’s unhappy, longing for a secret something that has to do with the emptiness in her heart.Restless, she returns to college where she meets hunky Greek pre-med student, Nick Diamandis. Friendship morphs into an affair when an angry Barbie retaliates after Bud tears down her beloved backyard gazebo.

Life becomes stickier when friend Frances risks losing her waterfront mobile home to developers and asks for Barbie’s help. Discovering the site is the habitat of endangered sea turtles, she masterminds a protest march, giving residents time to obtain mortgage money to buy the property. But good intentions can lead to you-know-where, and Barbie ends a triumphant protest day in jail.

Relatively tranquil spring days are soon followed by more drama when friend Elaine is shot by her lover, and Barbie is suspected by a Coral Cove detective of being on the scene with Nick at the time of the shooting. Can things go any worse for Barbie?


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Genre: Contemporary Romance


Sensual Magic

by Megan Hussey

Vincent is a gorgeous, sexy magician with an unusual talent (that of reading minds) and an even more unusual manager and assistant, the sarcastic, plus-sized Emmaline. The two have always been the best of friends and perfect professional partners. And when he uses his psychic powers to woo and seduce his exquisite assistant and longtime friend, exploring her hottest innermost fantasies and making them all come beautifully to life, true magic ensues . . . .


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Genre: Fantasy – Short

Second Chance For Love~ WHITE SATIN ROMANCE ~

Second Chance For Love

by JT Adeline, Caroline Andrus, D. G. Driver, Tara Fox Hall, Nancy Pennick, Katie Stephens, Daisy White

Who says love doesn’t come around again?

Seven stories of single parents finding love for the second time

The Ticket to her Heart by D. G. Driver
Dalton Jones is a traffic cop who feels guilty about giving a speeding ticket to a beautiful single mom. With his teenage daughter’s help, he finds a way to meet the woman again, and they fall for each other. Only, he’s neglected to tell her who he really is.

The Perfect Beginning by Nancy Pennick
Tracy DeMarco hasn’t been on a date with a man in five years. She has a child to raise and a job she likes. Her daughter says she needs to get a life. Tracy thought hers was fine until a vampire shows up on her doorstep one Halloween night.

A Love for Michelle by Tara Fox Hall
Left by her boyfriend on the same night she lost her job, Michelle isn’t looking for love when she runs into Max and his two children while sledding. In a few short months, the new couple is inseparable. Then Michelle realizes she’s pregnant with her ex’s child. Will Max love her enough to accept a baby that isn’t his?

The Price of Silence by Katie Stephens
Even though Maggie and Rob are divorced, neither can deny the love they still have for each other. As they wonder why their marriage failed, Maggie’s artistic agent is determined to have her. Grant befriends her children in a bid to make her his wife, but will Rob stand aside and allow another man to take his children … and his soulmate?

Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now by Caroline Andrus
Celebrity photographer Rebecca thought her life was perfect, until she walked in on her husband and the nanny—in bed. A drunk phone call later, she’s managed to snag the most sought after male nanny in Los Angeles. Months later, at her best friends urging, she dives back into the dating pool, but will she end up with Mr. Right Now, or will she realize Mr. Right is already at home with her kids?

For the Love of a Horse by Daisy White
Single mum Ali has done everything she can to forget the past, but when a new love is threatened by a freak horse riding accident, she is forced to face her memories. Can she find the courage to take her second chance for love?

Unexpected Match Maker by JT Adeline
Peyton Geoffrey never thought she needed another dad, until her mom’s past boyfriend, Tate Langston, entered her life. Will Peyton be able to get this surly man to understand how important he is to others, and get him and her mom together again?

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Genre: Contemporary Romance Anthology

New Release || April 12, 2016 || Pandora’s Box & Forbidden Arts

Pandora's Passion~ PINK SATIN ROMANCE ~

Pandora’s Passion

by Amy Hahn

Pandora fought through the centuries to win the heart of Prometheus, but he refused to forgive her for past wrongdoings. He adores humankind and gave them the gift of fire. She nearly destroyed mortals when she opened The Box.

After centuries of trying to make amends and gain his forgiveness, Pandora said goodbye. Now he’s back and his sudden appearance on her doorstep awakens deep emotions. They can’t resist each other. They never could.

But the arrival of the infamous Gorgons endangers them and places human hope in jeopardy. They are forced to confront their past amidst the danger of the present and forgive each other, finally tearing down the walls of resistance and surrendering to their immortal love.


Genre: Fantasy Short Romance (Mythology)

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Geomancist~ RED SATIN ROMANCE ~ 

Seven Forbidden Arts #5


by Charmaine Pauls

All is fair in love and war, especially when the enemy is a drug baron and the loot the woman you love.

Sean Rivers lives with a dangerous secret. He possesses a forbidden art. As geomancist, it is in his power to destroy landscapes with earthquakes and volcanoes. Knowing his kind is hunted by forces of both good and evil, Sean’s job as mixologist in Cartagena, Colombia is the perfect cover. Until Asia, a zesty beautician walks into his life and wrecks the very laws of physics.

When Sean and Asia compete for the premises where Sean intends to open his cocktail bar, he pulls out all the stops to win the challenge … to Asia’s detriment. Together they end up catering for the guests of a drug baron who rented Isla del Pirata for a week-long birthday celebration. The kingpin has no intention of letting Asia leave. Ever. If Sean is to rescue her, he’ll have to use his art, blow his cover, and maybe even his life.

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Multicultural Romance

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Seven Forbidden Arts, Volume 1~ RED SATIN ROMANCE ~

Seven Forbidden Arts


Volume 1

by Charmaine Pauls

An action-packed paranormal erotic romance series

Cain Jones starts a paranormal crime taskforce of individuals possessing seven forbidden arts to prevent an elusive enemy from taking world power by communication and technology domination. As the team grows, mission after mission, Cain slowly uncovers the identity of the archenemy he has to destroy.

The assignments take the team on a journey from the magical forest of King Arthur in French Brittany, to the oldest Franciscan monastery in Chile, the tropical beach of Costa Rica, and rustic Pirate’s Island in Colombia.

From a mystical firestarter to a bloodsucker, a timid librarian, an ambassador with a dark side, a drug lord, a super-mixer bartender, a French-Breton baron, a surfer babe who makes her own waves, and a Russian weatherman with more up his sleeve than a forecast, the Seven Forbidden Arts cast takes you on a whirlwind world tour of action, desire, and love as they not only battle wars of power and justice, but also meet their mates.

Pyromancist (Book 1)
What is Clelia supposed to do when the man she secretly loves kidnaps and uses her as bait to catch a dangerous firestarter?

Aeromancist, The Beginning (Book 2, a novella)
Katherine agrees to become the lover of a mysterious Russian library owner for thirty days.

Aeromancist (Book 3)
Lann couldn’t foresee how his thirty-day contract could cost Katherine’s life. He’ll do anything to save her.

Hydromancist (Book 4)
Maya wasn’t supposed to like Tim, let alone sleep with him. Her only focus should be on killing him.

Geomancist (Book 5)
When a drug lord takes Sean’s woman, paradise island in the Caribbean Sea is about to turn into hell.

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Multicultural Romance

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New Release || January 30, 2016 || No matter how fast you drive, love has a way of catching up to you.

Rev Your Engines

by Evan Purcell

No matter how fast you drive, love has a way of catching up to you.

After starting work in a new city, Cynthia Kent tells herself to stay away from Mark Sable, her boss’s son and Arizona’s most notorious ladies’ man. She can’t handle a relationship, especially with a smooth-talker like Mark.

After a PR disaster that threatens to derail the entire company, Cynthia and Mark are thrown into a cross-country road trip along Route 66. All they have to do is record their travels and look like they enjoy the ride… In other words, they have to lie through their teeth.

What starts out as a rocky road soon turns into a journey of discovery and blossoming romance. Mark isn’t exactly the cad he seems, and Cynthia soon finds out she has a wild side she never knew existed. As the trip continues, Cynthia and Mark discover a lot about their country, each other, and themselves… but can a new romance survive the rough road ahead?



Release Date: January 30, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Just as she pictured, the building was beautiful on the inside. The far wall was a single sloping pane of glass positioned directly above the city. The lobby itself was about three stories tall, with giant lamps hanging from the ceiling. The whole place was a beautiful meld of connecting lines, glass, and metal.

Directly in front of her was one of the Green Streak motorcycles displayed on a circular platform. It was the centerpiece of the lobby, the crowning jewel of SableDyne’s lineup. Cynthia had spent countless hours hunched over identical bikes for the last six months, but she’d never really appreciated Green Streak’s beauty until that very moment. It was pure power. It was speed. It was lightning on a stick.

“Like what you see?” a man said behind her.

Cynthia let out a startled gasp and spun around. She hadn’t heard anyone approach.

“Hi,” the man said, extending his arm. “Welcome to SableDyne. You must be Cynthia Kent.”

“Cynthia,” she mumbled. “Yeah.”

This guy was gorgeous. He was tall, blond, lightly tanned. He wore the hell out of his dark blue suit and red tie. Cynthia wanted to admire his thick shoulders and wide arms, but she couldn’t look away from those green eyes.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said. “I’m Mark Sable.”

Cynthia instantly pulled her hand away from his grasp. Mark Sable? This was Mark Sable? That meant…

“You’re Kenneth Sable’s son,” Cynthia said.

“I see my reputation precedes me.” A half-smirk spread across his face, and Cynthia recognized it as the same smirk that his father wore every time he tried to get a little hands-on with his employees. Most women would find a smile like that attractive, or at least playful. Most women would swoon at those dimples. Cynthia couldn’t even look at him anymore.

Cynthia decided then and there that she would avoid Mark Sable at all costs. If he was anything like his father, that meant he was trouble. She loved SableDyne, but she had nothing but contempt for the Sable family.

“Come on,” Mark said. “I’ll give you the grand tour.” He reached out his hand again, but she pointedly refused to take it. That caught him a little off-guard, Cynthia noticed with delight. A guy like that—with that chin and those green eyes—probably wasn’t used to getting the cold shoulder from women. “Okay, then,” he added. “Follow me.”

Mark Sable led her through the lobby and into the main building. Cynthia was excited to see everything, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Mark was leading her straight into the lion’s den.

* * * *

Mark smiled to himself as he realized that even though Cynthia had no idea where she was going, she was still leading the way. She walked about three paces in front of him, her long legs moving in a steady rhythm.

For the last ten minutes, she hadn’t said a word to him. Well, she asked a few minor questions. She nodded or gave him eye contact every time he pointed out offices or bathrooms or break areas, but she didn’t actively engage him in conversation. He couldn’t tell if she was one of those ball-busting ice queens, or whether she was just taking everything in. Maybe it was the former. Maybe that was why his father had warned him about her. “Watch out for Cynthia Kent,” he had said. “I won’t say why. Just…well, watch out.”

Mark trusted his father’s judgment above everyone else’s, perhaps even his own.

They were up on the third floor now. Her office was here. His was two stories up. He led her to a door marked “Cynthia Kent” in gold letters. “This is it,” he said.

New Release || January 23, 2016 || Can Maggie find true love with a fake fiance?

All I Ever Wanted~ A Pink Satin Romance ~

All I Ever Wanted

by Nancy Pirri

 Chicago social worker, Maggie O’Hara, arrives at the Minneapolis airport where she awaits the arrival of her family to pick her up and take her home with them for Thanksgiving. She’s nervous, due to the surprise she has for them in her arms—her newly adopted baby girl from Korea. With little thought, Maggie grabs a stranger getting off the same airplane, and asks him to portray himself, temporarily, as her fiancé. She knows that her old-fashioned family will disapprove of the adoption because she’s not married. What Maggie doesn’t count on is falling in love with Dr. Nick Capra, who does more than a passable job of posing as her fiancé that day, and over the holiday week.

From the moment Maggie snags Nick, a confirmed bachelor, his gut tells him his single days are over and that she’s the woman for him. While posing as her fiancé he tells her he wants to be a permanent part of her life. While Maggie has fallen in love with Nick, she has a secret that could ruin their chances of being together, though she refuses to divulge the secret to him—until the choice is taken out of her hands.


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Release Date: January 23, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Chapter One

Present Day Chicago

“Excuse me?” a soft, feminine voice said.

Nicholas Capra’s head shot up and he focused on a pretty, red-haired woman’s impish expression.

She smiled. “I seem to be hooked on you.”

He’d noticed her inside the airport terminal while waiting to board the airplane. Now he gazed at her long, curly russet-colored hair, and at eyes that reminded him of dew-spiked grass in early spring. Her smile nudged an answering grin of male appreciation from him.

The baby fidgeting in her arms drew his attention. She was a sweet, dark-haired little imp who looked nothing like her mother. Looking down, he saw that the strap of her diaper bag had caught on the arm of his seat.

His legs were sardined into the leg space, and he struggled to release it. Finally, he managed to free the strap.

“Thanks,” she said as she turned away.

“You’re welcome.” He returned to his game of solitaire, staring down at his computer monitor as his early warning system kicked in; Woman…baby…off limits.

“Computers have taken all the fun out of playing solitaire.”

He glanced up, surprised to see her standing beside him again and shrugged. “Maybe, but in a moving vehicle you can’t beat the convenience of a computer. I grew tired of chasing cards all over the floors of planes and taxis.”

“Good point,” she said. “Thanks again.”

Nick turned in his seat and followed her as she struggled down the aisle. She carried a purse over her shoulder, the large diaper bag swung from her forearm, the baby she clutched against her breast. He thought about her sitting in coach while she could have used the space a first-class seat offered, where he sat.

Some guy was lucky to have her as his wife and a cute kid, besides, both things he’d been thinking a lot about lately. Of course, he knew the reason why. His mom and dad badgered him each time he visited. What? No girlfriend, yet?

No girlfriend. Hardly any dates due to his hectic schedule at the hospital. As a pediatrician with a burgeoning practice, he had little time to call his own. He’d decided to make time, though, especially every time he saw his nieces and nephews.

Just when he decided to give up his first-class seat, the seatbelt light came on to buckle up. By the time the light went off he glanced back to find both the redhead and her baby settled into her seat and sound asleep.

Two hours later the airplane landed at the Minneapolis International Airport. Nick exited the plane and moved into the terminal, shuffling around people and gazing over the crowd, searching for his family.

“Sorry,” he muttered when he ran into the person ahead of him. He had been so busy looking for his parents he hadn’t noticed the redhead had come to a dead stop directly in front of him.

“Pardon me,” she said, throwing a casual glance in his direction. Then she turned away and stared into the distance. “Oh, darn,” she said, to no one in particular.

Nick tried to maneuver around her.

She latched onto his forearm. “Please, I need your help.”

“What’s the problem?” He glanced at the squirming baby in her arms then into her worried expression.

“How good of an actor are you?”

He narrowed his eyes on her. “Excuse me?”

New Release || November 21, 2015 || Contemporary Romance

A Pink Satin Romance

Up Close and Personal

by Jody Vitek

Four years after losing her husband, Elizabeth Farefield’s mother-in-law still blames her for his death. Finding it difficult to move forward, she takes a Caribbean cruise to contemplate her future…bumping into the past.

Divorced for five years, Robert Burnhamwood is happy with his playboy ways until on a cruise, a chance meeting has him longing for something he hasn’t wanted since his first marriage…a monogamous relationship filled with love.

But when Robert’s youngest daughter retaliates against his new relationship, his oldest daughter takes up with a man against his wishes, and a rapist terrorizes her neighborhood putting his daughter at risk, a peaceful future with new found love may be beyond Elizabeth’s grasp.

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New Release || October 31, 2015 || Shadows Across Time

Hide and Seek~  A Pink Satin Romance ~

Shadow Across Time

by Mariah Lynne

Imagine being kidnapped and transported back in time to a 16th century French castle.Danielle deForet, a beautiful rare antiques dealer, is tricked into completing an appraisal on a rare French piece, when to her surprise its owner casts a spell sending them both back to 1559. Danielle learns she is the crucial link for a royal spell and finds herself guarded by a handsome knight, Aidan. They soon fall in love, and he plans a risky escape.

Georgina, once a seer, now a mannequin in Danielle’s shop, was turned to wood by that same wizard. Her body stilled, her mind sharp, she is the lovers’ only hope to escape. If she intervenes, and the wizard finds out, he will stop at nothing to make his spell succeed, even if it means destroying Georgina, Danielle, and Aidan.

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Release Date: October 31, 2015
Genre: Time Travel Romance