Monday, August 10, 2020


Congratulations to "Janet K.", the winner in Becky's giveaway. Please contact JUST ROMANTIC SUSPENSE to claim your prize!

The fourth book in my romantic suspense series set in Trappers’ Cove, FATED ALWAYS, releases on Wednesday August 12th. It was a long, strange journey from book one to here.
You see, I’d never intended to write a series.
A book blogger and reviewer who so loved Fated Souls [book #1] suggested, passionately, that I write a sequel featuring the child of the couple who fell in love despite all odds, including but not limited to, a curse and a madman. And so, I started thinking about it.
What began as a loose idea bout Tala Gael and a drifter with secrets, evolved into Fated Hearts [book #2] and Tala took a back seat as a supporting character: a special child who is referred to by the heroine in that book as a “wood nymph.”
Jenna Gavin “nee McAlister” a supporting presence in both books presented a new challenge. Could I write a story about her, staying true to her often caustic disposition, a heroine who wasn’t easy to like that you could still root for? They do it all the time with heroes, so why not? And so Fated Desires [book #3] was born.
Tala got a chance to be a teenager and readers got to know Jenna’s oldest son and Tala’s best friend, Sawyer.
Finally ready to tell the story that blogger asked for years earlier, I give you:


Friendship. Secrets. Murder.

When her best friend, Sawyer Gavin, roars into town on his motorcycle, Tala Gael thinks life couldn’t get any better. What she couldn’t have anticipated was his appearance heralding a time of change in her quiet, comfortable existence.

With her life turned upside down, Tala resists Sawyer’s advances, clinging to the familiar. Tragedy changes her mind, but as she takes the leap of faith into Sawyer’s arms, they find themselves suspects in a murder investigation. And Tala learns she’s not the only person in Trappers’ Cove keeping an impossible secret.

Jealousy is when you worry someone will take what you have; envy is coveting what someone else has; and both can lead to murder.


Her cabin came into view and anger overrode the fading anxiety. The door sat open and askew, hanging on one hinge. The windows were shattered. She slammed the car into park and leaped from her vehicle. Pottery ground under her heels as she ran up the steps, her planters were overturned, some broken, soil littered the porch and the tender shoots of the flowers she’d planted were crushed like sad soldiers. Her porch swing dripped in red paint.
Her hands, curled into fists, shook, as she moved to the doorway and peered inside, prepared to find more destruction. The word BITCH scrawled in the same red paint across the mirror inside the entry. Trails of crimson dripped down the wall as though her home bled. But the damage inside appeared limited to the defaced mirror.
Bastard must have heard me coming and took off. Took off into the woods. Could be a few yards away, watching, enjoying her reaction to the destruction, the violation, the insult. Her body whirled as she scanned the forest. The brush was too dense, too green, to see much. Even on a bright summer day such as this, the fauna sucked out the light, and the darkness the shadows provided meant Derrick could be right there and she’d never know it. But she’d be visible.
“Come on out and face me, you f**king coward.”
The woods lived, it breathed, even in the barest, coldest, darkest days of winter. On a day like this, it thrived. Hummed with the sounds of life. It was never truly quiet. Today those sounds were muted. Hushed even. But there was no response to her challenge. Tala strode strong, purposeful, unhurried steps to her car. She wasn’t going to run; she wouldn’t be cowed.

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Monday, August 3, 2020

Hit And Run

Congratulations to "Martha L.", the winner in Lori's giveaway on the JRS SHOWCASE.

First, I want to say thank you so much to Maureen for inviting me to her site. It’s such a pleasure to be here!
For those who don’t know me, my name is Lori Matthews and I write what I like to call romantic thrillers. My latest book, Hit and Run is coming out on August 4th and I am so excited! It’s the third book in my Callahan Security series. It can be read on its own but if you’re like me, you will want to start at the beginning of a series with Break and Enter followed by Smash and Grab.
Hit and Run was by far the hardest book for me to write. Gage, the hero, is definitely what I would call the strong, silent type. He’s also quite cranky! Dani, the heroine, is used to keeping to herself. Sometimes getting these two talking was quite a task.
So, I’m going to let you in on a secret. I do not control my characters. They control themselves and sometimes, me. I would love to be one of those authors who can plan a book from start to finish with detailed notes on every chapter. I’m just not.
Hit and Run was definitely a book where the characters were in control. I had some ideas about where I wanted to set the story and how I wanted it to begin. Gage and Dani said ‘no.’ Seriously.
I originally started the story in Sweden. I had the first few chapters written and then silence. My characters wouldn’t talk to me. When that happens, I know I am on the wrong track. I sat and thought about it for a while and then I stopped thinking about it. About two weeks later I sat down and started the story again. In Alaska. I have no clue why but, that’s what happened.
There’s a scene in the first couple of chapters where Gage is pacing around Dani’s cottage. That’s what was happening in my mind. I now have my characters trapped in an Alaskan town with the baddies, and a major storm is moving in. How were they going to get out? I had no clue until a random idea popped into my head. You’ll see what it is when you read the book but it’s not exactly your normal speedy get away.
If that sounds crazy, well welcome to my world. My husband tells me all the time, my mind is a scary place. He’s not wrong.
I hope you enjoy reading Hit and Run as much as I enjoyed writing it. It truly was a labor of love.
Be safe and stay healthy
Lori xoxo


The self-reliant, fiercely independent hacker knows she’ll need help if she’s going to survive her latest contract to build cutting-edge facial recognition software.
And despite the fact the aggravating, yet handsome man hired to protect her makes it clear he’s just there to do a job... it doesn’t stop her from appreciating how ruggedly sexy he is.
Gage Callahan knew his latest assignment for Callahan Security would be a disaster.
He scoured all of Europe trying to locate the computer programmer he was hired to protect only to discover she’s actually a hacker hiding in Alaska.
It will take all his ingenuity to focus on the primary objective of getting her and the prototype software safely to New York…especially with a growing fatal attraction he’s developed for the spunky woman.
Dani’s in deeper than she’ll admit, but her answers don’t explain why those who want her dead are always one step ahead.
It will take his military skills and her hacking know-how to save their lives and the undeniable fire that’s developed between them in the face of danger.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Story Ideas

With: Kat Martin

People often ask how I come up with ideas for my novels.  Sometimes I have no answer--it just seems to pop into my head.  Best guess, the kernel of an idea probably came from a newspaper or magazine article or something I saw in a movie.  It was probably just so far back I don’t recall.
Before I started to write THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL, Brandon Garrett’s story, the third book in my Maximum Security Series, I had decided to set a book in Colorado, maybe even a new series.  I ran across an article about the Army Chemical Weapons Depot near Fort Carson and started thinking...  wouldn’t it make be interesting if someone stole chemical weapons from the depot?  I wonder if it could be done?  How would the good guys catch the thieves?  And so off I went on a story that turned into The Ultimate Betrayal
Having written over 70 novels since I began way back when, it’s harder and harder to come up with fresh ideas.  I do a lot of research for my books.  This novel, set around a military base, was particularly difficult.  Lots of stuff I didn’t know.

In the story, when investigative journalist Jessie Kegan’s father, a colonel in the army, is accused of treason, Jessie is determined to clear his name.  Reluctantly, she turns to former Special Ops soldier, Brandon Garrett, her late brother’s best friend--a true heartbreaker, according to her brother. 
With danger coming from every angle, time is running out and the game being played is deadly.  Working together, Bran and Jessie must risk everything to solve the riddle and confront the threat--before it’s too late.
I hope you’ll give THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL a try and if you like Bran and Jessie as much as I did, you can also find them in THE CONSPIRACY, Maximum Security book #1 and THE DECEPTION, book #2.
Till next time, happy reading and all best, Kat 


When investigative journalist Jessie Kegan’s father, a colonel in the army, is accused of treason, Jessie is determined to clear his name.  Reluctantly, she turns to former Special Ops soldier, Brandon Garrett, her late brother’s best friend--a true heartbreaker, according to her brother. 
With danger coming from every angle, time is running out and the game being played is deadly.  Working together, Bran and Jessie must risk everything to solve the riddle and confront the threat--before it’s too late.

About the Author:
New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. Currently residing in Missoula, Montana with her Western-author husband, L. J. Martin, Kat has written sixty-five Historical and Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels. More than sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries. Kat is currently at work on her next Romantic Suspense.

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Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Zone of Action

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

I’m so excited that my first military romantic thriller has burst into publication, and that I can share it with you today. Zone of Action is the beginning of what I hope will be an original take on a modern military love story, full of action plus “kissy-kissy” scenes. It’s the fifth book I’ve written, which is a milestone in the writing world, but the first thriller I’ve attempted. I promise you it won’t be my last. I’m in love with the genre, and hope you will be, too! To help you fall in love, I’m giving away an ARC of Zone of Action to one lucky person who comments on this post.
            To help reel you into this world of terrorism, betrayal, and love, I’m including an exclusive excerpt only available here on Just Romantic Suspense. But first let me catch you up to speed on the book. Former terror cell expert Audrey Jenkins uncovers her ex, Brett Gates, a higher-ranking officer in her unit, selling military secrets, and turns him in. Brett escapes, vowing to get even with her.
            When the military prisoner who once saved CID agent Cam Harris’s life in Afghanistan escapes while in his custody, Cam requests the assignment to track him down.
            His manhunt leads him to Audrey's door. His prisoner—her ex—will resurface here, he’s sure of it. The feisty woman wants nothing to do with hunting down her ex, but when a terror cell she’s all-too-familiar with launches a deadly attack on army intelligence soldiers and officers, she knows it’s Brett. Will they be able to stop more soldiers from dying, without dying themselves? You’ll have to get the book to find out.
            In the meantime, here’s an excerpt:
The sound of glass breaking downstairs had Audrey rolling from her bed, grabbing up her Beretta along the way. Her military training kicked in as she commando-crawled across the wood floor to her bedroom door, wondering if Harris had somehow managed to break her glass coffee table.
A flurry of noise from below sent her scrambling out the bedroom door.
 “Harris!” she hissed as she reached the landing.
There were a couple of thuds like fists hitting a body, accompanied by grunts. Cameron wasn’t alone, and he was too busy to answer. Someone had broken in. Not hard to imagine who. Audrey hugged the wall as she ran soundlessly down the carpeted stairs in her bare feet. Her breathing sawed out of her mouth as adrenaline kicked in. Damn Brett.
She reached the bottom of the stairs just as a clatter of objects crashed in the kitchen. “Harris,” she shouted, announcing her presence without giving a damn. Just as she skidded around the wall leading into the kitchen, a gunshot blasted her eardrums. The picture on the wall beside her splintered into a thousand pieces, and a hot, stinging pain seared her upper arm.
“Damn you, Brett,” she roared, flattening her body against the wall, chest heaving. She gave a mental three-count, wondering if Harris was unconscious. He was too quiet. Had the broken glass lacerated him? Was he even now bleeding out in her kitchen? Or had Brett, because it could only be him, clocked the CID agent? It seemed like that was her ex’s specialty lately. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she braced for what she would find when she rounded the corner.
She took a deep breath, letting it out in a whoosh when she heard her back door bang open. She launched from her hiding place behind the wall in time to see Cam Harris make an impressive tackle over the threshold of her back door. Both shadowy figures crashed to the ground, half in, half out of her house.
Glass littered her kitchen floor, and she, like a total ninny, was barefoot. She raised her Beretta, but the only body she could see was Cameron’s. Brett, if it was him, kicked free of Cam’s grip on his ankle. His footsteps disappeared into the night.
Cam sprang to his feet and gave chase. Audrey swung around and raced through her living room to the front door, yanking it open hard enough that it slammed against the wall. Maybe she could head Brett off.
Leading with her gun, she ran to the sidewalk and scanned the street where Cam had pursued her home invader. Without streetlights past her row of townhouses, she couldn’t see much.


Former terror cell expert Audrey Jenkins has seen enough death and destruction to last a lifetime. When she uncovers her ex, Brett, a higher-ranking officer in her unit, selling military secrets, she turns him in and returns to the simpler life she has embraced since leaving the army.

CID Special Agent Cam Harris is a career military man with a strong sense of duty. When a military prisoner who once saved his life in Afghanistan escapes while in his custody, he requests the assignment to track him down.

Cam's manhunt leads him to Audrey's door. His prisoner—her ex—will resurface here, he’s sure of it. The feisty woman wants nothing to do with hunting down her ex, but when a terror cell she’s all-too-familiar with launches a deadly attack on army intelligence soldiers and officers, she knows it’s Brett.

Helping Cam is the right thing to do. But the attraction burning between them may be the mistake that gets her and Cam killed...

            Like what you read? Comment below about this post, and one lucky winner will win an ARC of Zone of Action.

Friday, July 24, 2020


Giveaway Alert!

What would you risk to come home again?

Returning to Just Romantic Suspense to announce the release of Inherent Fate is a bit like coming home. Which is fitting since that’s exactly what Liv Sullivan sets out to do in this third installment of the Blood Secrets series. And in honor of that, I thought I’d share a special recipe, passed down from my grandmother, that makes an appearance in Inherent Fate.

Book 3, of course, brings Liv and Ridge back together to retaliate against GenLink, the psychic intelligence operation that’s had its claws in Liv since the beginning. And what do all reunions need? Food! In Inherent Fate, Liv makes a special chicken and noodle dinner for Ridge, so I thought I’d share this family recipe for noodles from scratch that inspired the menu. After all, scratch is always better than boxed.

(I say this as one who rarely makes recipes from scratch anymore…I mean really? Who has time for that?)

Also, please ignore my chicken scratches.

As I mentioned, this installment circles back to GenLink. And we even get to meet a few new characters, most notably, Tony Medici, Liv’s bodyguard appointed by the US Attorney’s Office. I had a great time writing Tony, and I have a feeling there’s more to his story than meets the eye.

And it wouldn’t be a Blood Secrets story if some of our old favorites didn’t make an appearance. Adam, Brian, Skylar, and Bridget all figure prominently in book 3. The real question is, when friends become enemies, who can you trust?

I invite you to catch up if you need to and grab a copy of Inherent Fate, Blood Secrets Book 3, to find out.

And, without further ado, sit a spell and enjoy this snippet of Liv and Ridge from Inherent Fate:

         Ridge blinked and pressed his shoulder against the doorframe, bracing against the emerald eyes staring back at him. His heart jumped as she stepped closer, pounding an uneven arrhythmia in his chest. Porcelain skin, with a spatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Long auburn curls kissed by the sun.
“Should we go inside?” Her voice sent a knot of unwelcome emotion to the back of his throat.
He closed his eyes tight, fighting the tickle of paranoia that unwound from deep in his brain. She’s dead. His mind replayed the explosion. It’s a delusion, the voice said, an echo of words his shrink had used more than once. This can happen when you’re under stress.
He forced an even exhale and nodded, opening his eyes. She was still there. Close enough to touch. The sudden ache to feel her pulsed through him. His hand shook as he pulled the keycard from his back pocket, jamming it against the front of the lock. A red light blinked defiantly at him.
“Here, let me.” Liv slipped the card from his hand and hovered the rectangle of plastic just above the sensor until a mechanical click registered in the silence, the green light fully lit as she pushed the door inward and stepped through.
Ridge stood in the doorway. His eyes locked on the woman now standing in his room. The gentle part of her full lips. The sloping curve of her jawline. The soft twists of her hair. She slid the keycard onto the credenza, turned to face him. She hadn’t changed. She was the embodiment of the memories he allowed to play out in the quiet of the dark. Except now, she was here.
Liv looked away, toward the floor, scuffing the toe of her tennis shoe across the burgundy carpet. “I don’t really have a speech prepared.” She sucked in a jagged breath. Her lungs still recovering from whatever happened in the hall. “Please say something.”
Her voice was a punch to the gut, unleashing hot ribbons of emotion. Pleasant waves of relief warred with the slicing knife of blame. Suddenly aware that he was shaking his head, he forced himself still. He stepped to the side, waiting for the door to swing closed sealing them alone–together.
“I heard you hit the wall. Are you okay?” He could already see the slight oval of pink developing along her cheekbone.
She nodded, pressing her fingers against her cheek. “Evan gets a little carried away sometimes. But he’s harmless.”
Harmless. The word echoed. Of course. Nothing like what she’d already been through–what he’d put her through. The reminder forced him back a step. Another beat of silence passed between them before a single tear cut loose from her eye, skimming down her cheek to her jawline. He reached to brush it away, but hesitated, and she palmed it away herself–hard and unyielding against her bruised cheek. Fingers of skepticism climbed through him, tempered by the ache of loss.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t the one to tell you. I never wanted to wait this long.” Her eyes drifted downward again, and she tucked the corner of her lower lip between her teeth.
He couldn’t stop watching. The muscles in his core tightened, a reminder of the nights they’d spent tangled in each other’s arms. She released the hold on her lip and his gaze gravitated to it, ripe and swollen.
“Can I touch you?” It was all he could think of to say.
Her eyes sparked up to meet his, a barely perceptible nod.
He reached out a hand and she stepped into him. Tucking her cheek against the curve of his palm. A suck of air caught in his chest, pressing hard against the knot of resentment he’d carried since November. His fingers trembled against the warmth of her skin. Pinpricks of panic disintegrating. A second tear slipped from her eye. The wetness of it on the pad of his thumb tangible proof of her existence.
         He folded her into him in a slow dance, tangling his hand in her hair and breathing in her scent. It was different now. Better somehow. Beachy coconut traded for hints of vanilla and something fresh and sweet–strawberries, maybe. He twisted a curl. Soft and silky, her hair slipped in a circle around his index finger and fell away. She closed the remaining space between them, her body molding to his as if she’d never been gone.
Uncover more of Ridge and Liv’s story in Inherent Fate.

Meet the Author:
Alicia Anthony’s first novels were illegible scribbles on the back of her truck driver father’s logbook trip tickets. Having graduated from scribbles to laptop, she now pens novels of psychological suspense in the quiet of the wee morning hours. A full-time elementary school Literacy Specialist, Alicia hopes to pass on her passion for books and writing to the students she teaches. Her works of fiction have been nominated for numerous awards, including the Golden Heart®, Claymore, and Daphne DuMaurier Award for Mystery/Suspense. The second installment of the Blood Secrets Saga, Inherent Lies, was a 2018 Silver Quill Award winner. Alicia finds her inspiration in exploring the dark, dusty corners of the human experience.

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To celebrate the release of INHERENT FATE by Alicia Anthony, we're giving away a paperback set of Inherent Truth and Inherent Lies, the first two books in the Blood Secrets series, to one lucky winner!

GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to US shipping addresses only. One winner will receive a paperback set of Inherent Truth and Inherent Lies by Alicia Anthony. This giveaway is administered by BookMojo on behalf of Alicia Anthony. Giveaway ends 8/31/2020 @ 11:59pm EST.

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