Monday, August 12, 2019

Why I Love Writing Romance

With: Kat Martin

From birth to death, romance is part of everyone’s lives, a mother’s love for her newborn baby, a son or daughter’s love for a parent, or love for the person who shares your life.

Falling in love is the part that intrigues me.  I love giving my characters obstacles that reveal their strengths and weaknesses, everything from murder and mayhem to running for their lives.  The obstacles they face form the plots of my stories.  The way the characters overcome them shows their strengths and weaknesses and eventually is what draws the two of them together.

In my latest Romantic Thriller, THE DECEPTION, book two of my Maximum Security series, Kate Gallagher is devastated when she learns her sister has been murdered.  Determined to find Chrissy’s killer, Kate hires lethal bounty hunter, Hawk Maddox.  Working together, they follow a trail of clues that lead them deep into the city’s underbelly.  Though Hawk warns her of the danger, nothing he says can convince Kate to walk away.

The best part of writing a romantic thriller is that the reader can be sure the perils the couple faces will be worth it.  By the last page of the book, the hero and heroine are going to find the forever kind of love and get the happy ending they deserve.

I hope you will watch for THE DECEPTION, and that if you haven’t read THE CONSPIRACY, you’ll look for it, too.

Till then very best wishes and happy reading, Kat


When missing turns to murdered, one woman's search for answers will take her to a place she never wanted to go…

After searching for her sister for two long years, Kate Gallagher is devastated when she’s called to the morgue to identify Chrissy’s body, the runaway teen the victim of a brutal attack. Guilt and grief send Kate into a tailspin. She failed Chrissy once…she won’t do it again. Even if finding her sister’s killer means following a lethal bounty hunter into the heart of darkness, placing both their lives in danger.

Working at Maximum Security has taken Jason Maddox down some dangerous paths, but never for a client he’s so drawn to, or for a case so monstrous. As clues lead them deeper into the city’s underbelly, connections to human trafficking draw them closer and closer to peril, but even Jase’s warnings can’t convince Kate to walk away. As the deadly operation puts a target on their backs, they’ll have to decide what matters most: the truth…or their lives.

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Thursday, August 8, 2019

SEAL Undercover #10 in Suspense Sisters series Silver SEALs

Leaving the SEALs was painful for Commander Max DiSalvo and he curse the tango’s bullet that had ruined his shoulder. But when former SEAL Silas Branson tracks him down in Maine to tell him Bone Frog Command, the super-secret division of Homeland Security made up entirely of SEALs, needs him to save the country, he’ right there. Working with gorgeous analyst Harper Shaw only sweetens the pot, if they can just survive and end up together.

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Max was still looking at the photo. “So, what is it you want from me?”
“How would you like to go to a very private, very small meeting with people who want to take over this country?”
Max was sure his jaw dropped down far enough to hit the table.
“Are you shitting me?”
Si shook his head. “Not even a little. Look. I head up a unit of the DHS that’s so secret no one ever mentions it. We deal with the threats to national security that are so heavy, one misstep and the country goes to hell. We have a dangerous situation evolving here, Max, and I need you. Your country needs you. It’s not done with you yet. If you’re up for it, we need to go someplace more private to talk.” He paused. “And then if you’re in, we need to head to the D.C. area.”
It took Max all of three seconds to make up his mind. He jogged over to the bar, slapped some bills on it then motioned to Si to head out the door with him.
“Where’s your car?” he asked. When Si pointed, Max said, “Follow me.”
Fifteen minutes later they were in Max’s living room, Max sitting and Si pacing.
“First of all,” Si began, “I have this super-secret group within the DHS. It was my idea and the director supports it. A small number of retired SEAL officers who can lead a group of multi-agency operatives when needed on missions no one else can know about.”
“And what’s this group of yours called?”
Si grinned. “The Bone Frog Command.”
Max chuckled. “I couldn’t have picked a better one.”
Every SEAL knew that in the Vietnam era Navy SEALs were known as frogmen. In the early 2000’s a new image for the SEAL Teams began to emerge, a skeleton of a frog that paid homage to those earlier generations of SEALs. It became the inspiration for tattoos on many SEAL Team warriors. Max had one as did several of his SEAL friends.
“So,” he prodded, “what is it you want from me?”
“I want you to go to this meeting where there’s a good chance someone will try to kill you, get all the information you can, and get out with your skin intact so we can destroy this before it gets off the ground. And lock these people away.”
“That’s all?” Max burst out laughing. “You make it sound so appealing.” Then he looked at Si’s face and all laughter went away. “You’re serious. Okay. Let’s have it. What’s this all about?”
Si cleared his throat. “There is a group—a cabal—of five couples who live in some of the western states. They control enormous wealth and have vast, silent, almost invisible reaches of power. They think they are untouchable gods who can do anything they want.”
“And what is it they want?”
“More power. All the power. Like I said earlier, their goal is to gain full control of the United States. To get rid of the government as we know it and have every bit of power in their hands, with their own puppet at the head so they can pull the strings.”
Max whistled. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah. No kidding. There’s some kickers here.” He ticked them off on his fingers. “One. They want to get rid of everyone in key positions of power and replace them with their own people. Two. They’ve been in bed with one of the most powerful cartels for some time. The Rojas cartel. One of them had the original connection and was providing a safe passage the cartel could use to bring drugs into this country. Apparently along the way the cartel added terrorists looking for new, fertile territory to rebuild their power. Now these people are working with that cartel to smuggle some of the worst, most high value extremists over the border into this country.”
Max could feel the color draining from his face. “God. For what purpose?”
“Like I said, they have delusions of grandeur and want to take over this country. The chatter we’ve captured indicates their first step is a massive terror strike to dismantle the government. The unholy thought at Bone Frog is that the cabal has made a deal with these terrorists to be group leaders, with small armies made up of low-level terrorists and cartel soldiers.”
For a moment Max was afraid he would throw up.
“Terrorism is, as we know, a tactic. A strategy used to achieve a specific end. One effect of what they’re planning is the weakening of the American economy by forcing massive spending on security. But that’s only stage two. Others will follow as the country collapses and these maniacs take control.”
Mac dipped his head. “Go on.”
“The cabal is pandering to the desires of these animals,” Si continued, “to help create a network in this country as they’ve done as their own. Then these traitors can destroy our existing structure through fear and intimidation and take over the country. With, we assume, the cartel soldiers as backup enforcement. That gives them an open market for their drugs with. No controls.” He paused. “Think of it, Max. Their plan is to control the government, the media, the schools, the military. You name it.”
“Jesus Christ, Si.” Max could feel the blood draining from his face. He’d fought enough years in the sandbox to know what kind of governments operated when people like this were in. charge. 
“No kidding. And that’s not all. One of the three top people in the government is their new chosen figurehead. Someone who already has incredible power. He—or she, I guess—is helping them with this.”
Max stared at him. “The president?”
Si shrugged. “That’s one possibility. But it’s definitely at that level. We need you to find out who that person is and so far we’re stymied.”

“You know,” Max said slowly, “this sounds like they want to take over the world where others using the same methods have failed.”
“I wouldn’t say no to that. It’s what terrifies us. And we have a very short time frame.”
“What do you mean?”
“According to the chatter we’ve picked up, the selected day for the big launch is schedule for three weeks from now.” He paused. “July Fourth.”

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Tuesday, August 6, 2019


I’ve always wanted to write a fast paced, adrenaline ride type of book. T-MINUS is inspired by the TV show 24 in that it takes place in the span of one day. I've never done a project like this and found it incredibly challenging and rewarding. I was lucky enough to have an inside person who advised me on the logistics needed for such a plot-driven novel. I'd tell you who it is, but then I'd have to kill you :)
Fitting a love story in the span of this time was also challenging. And fun! Here we have Sophie, the main character, and Zeke, her long-time crush.  In all the years they’ve known each other this is the first time they share a hug. I just adore these two.
I pull my stolen car into a slot a few down and get out. The tiny red box in my front pocket wedges into my thigh, reminding me that I have my brother’s toe with me. This is insane. We need to talk through everything that’s happened so far, compare notes, and brainstorm.
But I don’t have time. None of us do. I have to find Erik.
Zeke is already out and coming toward me, and the sight of his strong body and purposeful stride brings me security and relief.
He doesn’t say a word, just closes the last few feet between us and pulls me in for a firm and warm hug. In all the years we’ve known each other, he has never once hugged me.
My arms don’t hesitate in wrapping around his muscular sides as I lay my cheek on his strong chest, close my eyes, and inhale his clean scent—soap, mixed with fabric softener, and something uniquely and only him.
All too quickly he pulls back, stepping away from me, and I get the sense he’s as shocked as me at what he just did.
He clears his throat and slides a look toward my stolen car, as if to give himself something to do other than look at me. Though he’s not flushed red, I detect embarrassment in him, and that makes me love him even more. Maybe this thing I always feel in his presence is not so one-sided after all.


I am the daughter of the first female POTUS, and today is about to become the longest day of my life…
24 hours—that’s how much time I have to save my mother before terrorists assassinate her. But now my father and brother are missing, too. This goes deeper than anyone thinks. Only someone on the inside would know how to pull this off—how to make the entire First Family disappear.
I can't trust anyone, so it’s up to me to uncover the conspiracy and stop these madmen. Because little do they know, they picked the wrong person to terrorize.
My name is Sophie Washington, and I will not be a victim. No one, I repeat no one, is taking me or my family down. But the clock is ticking…

Sunday, August 4, 2019


SCANDAL (Regency Lovers 6), my latest ebook, was published on July 31st!

This is the last book in this Amazon ALL #1 Romantic Suspense Regency series. In it you will meet the very sexy Mr. Grayson Long and beautiful Miss Rachel Banford, a young lady determined to trample down all of Gray’s barriers and claim him for her own. Someone from Gray’s past has other ideas and has decided Gray has to die. 

Also available for pre-order is ROURKE (Steele Protectors 4). In the previous 3 books in this Romantic Suspense series, Rourke is charming, sophisticated, and just all round sexy. But when someone threatens the woman he wants all of that is going to change, because beneath the charm and perfectly tailored three-piece suits is a man who can and will kill without mercy to protect Sophie Hammond.

Has it been a really hot summer where you are? The weather in the UK has been stifling hot and completely unlike our normal English weather of rain and more rain! LOL

Keep an eye out for more of my books being published in 2019 – there will 5 of them – and all will have an element of Romantic Suspense!   

Talk to you again soon!
Carole xx

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Carole Mortimer has written 250 books, in Romantic Suspense, paranormal, Regency and contemporary romance, and is the Recipient of the 2017 Romantic Times Career Achievement Award, and the 2015 Romance Writers of America’s Lifetime Achievement Award. She is an Entertainment Weekly Top 10 Romance Author—ever. 2014 Romantic Times Pioneer of Romance. She was recognized by Queen Elizabeth II in 2012, for her “outstanding service to literature.”

She is very happily married to Peter. They have 6 sons and live on the Isle of Man.

Friday, August 2, 2019

Hidden In The Hills

Congratulations to "Kim H.", the winner in Jodi's giveaway. Please contact JUST ROMANTIC SUSPENSE to claim your prize!

Hello Romantic Suspense Readers,

I’m celebrating the release of my new book, HiddenIn The Hills – Book 2 of the Flint River Series. Flint River is an imaginary town in western Montana. There are three books in this series. Each book is about one of three brothers in the Stone family. Hidden In The Hills, is Trent Stone, the middle brother’s story.

Hidden In The Hills

A Neo-Nazi terrorist is on the run from the FBI. Unable to risk returning to the group’s compound, he’s hiding out in the mountains of western Montana until the coast is clear.

Flint River’s version of Marilyn Monroe, classic beauty Tonya Anderson, misses her ex-boyfriend, Trent, and longs for him to forgive her. Everyone in their small town adores rancher, Trent Stone. He can do no wrong with his piercing blue eyes and provincial, golden-boy charm. Trent and Tonya have been on again, off again lovers since high-school, over a decade ago. But now, he can’t forget her deception, and she’s growing tired of asking.

When Tonya determines to move on, she begins dating a roguishly handsome man she picked up hitch-hiking in the mountains. When this charismatic stranger arrives, what starts out as petty theft in their quiet little town, soon escalates to murder.

Can Trent get over the past in time to protect Tonya from falling victim to the nefarious fugitive tormenting their town?


Capitalists teach their multiracial degeneracy to our children. Third world
criminals flood in and take the few scraps we have left away from us. We need to prepare ourselves for war to take back our American rights.

I’ve never killed anyone before.

Liquid heat swirled through my gut, increasing my thrill. I caressed the cold metal cylinder of the homemade explosive resting in my lap. The remote-control timer lashed to the device with black electrical tape was set for five minutes. That would give us time to get far enough away for cover. I rolled my lower lip between my teeth and wished I could watch close up—see them die.

Our white, windowless van sailed toward our target. “How much farther?”

The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Calm down. We’ll get there when we get there. We got plenty of time. The robbery won’t happen until the explosion is all over the news and the cops are busy.”

“I wish we didn’t have to hurt kids.” The woman riding shotgun sighed and pulled down her sun visor. She slid the cover off the mirror and popped her dry, pink lips at the reflection. A chipped hot-pink fingernail tidied up a smudge at the corner of her mouth.

The driver glanced at her. “We’ve gone over this a hundred times. I hate it too, but a school explosion gets the biggest reaction. Anything involving kids will be a huge news splash. No one’ll be focused on anything else.”

I tightened my grip on the bomb and peered out the black-tinted, driver’s side window at the buildings drifting by. We turned off the highway and were soon driving through neighborhoods of tall, stately, upper middle-class homes with perfectly trimmed lawns. I scratched at the dark stubble on my jaw and wondered what it would be like to live in something that nice. Then I chided myself. I didn’t need that kind of excess. Those huge houses could fit several families but instead they sat silent and empty all day. Their evening and weekend tenants were probably dual-income families with 2.5 kids.

No, filthy capitalism was one of the evils we were fighting against. What I needed was to be free from the greedy and corrupt iron-hand of the government. I needed a nation of my own, made up of my own kind, and enough land to grow my food with no one telling me what I can or can’t do. We’d all had enough of a government who passed laws set directly against our beliefs, our way of life. That’s what Uncle Jed had told us the bank robbery was for—money to finance a revolution.

After our crew blew up the elementary school, a second team was all set to rob the bank and come away with millions of dollars—a good start in funding our battle. Money from Chicago’s Fed-Cash Central would buy a lot of guns and ammunition for our cause. My pulse danced.

I noticed the van’s speed change. “Why are we slowing down?” I growled, anticipation making my hands shake.

“I’m going the speed limit, you idiot.”

The woman laughed. “You don’t want him to have to pay a double fine if he gets caught speeding in a school zone, do you?”

“Shut up.” I shifted my weight, resisting the urge to shove against the back of her seat. If we got pulled over, it would ruin everything. The driver cracked his window for air and I heard the distant trill of children laughing and playing at the target school less than a block away. Dozens of kids ran and chased each other on the playgrounds during recess.

Those children might get lucky. Not the kids inside though, they wouldn’t know what hit them—I didn’t think. I imagined the adults who were in the building—the teachers, janitors, and lunch ladies. What would they do when they first heard the explosion? What would go through their minds? Besides shrapnel, I smirked to myself.

The moment the driver signaled to turn left into the school parking lot, a siren sounded behind us. “Shit!”

I peered through the driver’s side-mirror. A cop car pulled up behind us with its blue and red lights flashing. “I thought you said you were doing the limit.” I slumped down in my seat so I wouldn’t be seen. “Act natural. Remember, our story is we’re just here to pick my daughter up from the nurse’s office. Keep your mouths shut.” The driver gripped the wheel and pulled over hard, scraping up against a tall thicket of grasses and gorse growing wild at the edge of the road. In the back seat, my pulse ticked inside my head. I had one chance, and one chance only, to get out of there. I pulled the tail of my shirt from my jeans and wiped the bomb casing free of my fingerprints.

Placing the cylinder on the floor of the van behind the driver, I clicked on the timer before I crawled low across the bench seat and opened the side door enough to slide through.
“What the hell are you doing?” the woman hissed.

“Shut up. I’ve got this,” I answered.

About the Author
Jodi Burnett is a Colorado native. She and her husband live on a small ranch southeast of Denver where she enjoys her horses, complains about her cows, and writes to create a home for her imaginings. In addition to loving life in the country, Jodi fosters her creative side by writing, painting with watercolor, quilting, and crafting stained-glass.

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