Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Whiteout


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With a storm coming and a killer on the loose, every step could be their last...

Angel Smith is finally ready to leave Antarctica for a second chance at life. But on what was meant to be her last day, the remote research station she's been calling home is attacked. Hunted and scared, she and irritatingly gorgeous glaciologist Ford Cooper barely make it out with their lives...only to realize that in a place this remote, there's nowhere left to run.

Isolated with no power, no way to contact the outside world, and a madman on their heels, Angel and Ford must fight to survive in the most inhospitable—and beautiful—place on earth. But what starts as a partnership born of necessity quickly turns into an urgent connection that burns bright and hot. They both know there's little chance of making it out alive, and yet they are determined to weather the coming storm—no matter the cost.

Adriana Anders is the award-winning author of the Blank Canvas series. Under Her Skin, a Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2017 and winner of two 2018 Holt Medallions, has been featured in Bustle, USA Today Happy Ever After, and Book Riot. Today, she resides with her tall French husband and two small children in France, where she writes the gritty, emotional love stories of her heart.


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Excerpt:

They finished dinner, cleaned up, and went about getting ready for bed.
“Better take care of those feet,” he said.

A low sound of protest emerged from inside the sleeping bag, where Angel had already taken up residence. “Can it wait till the morning?”

“Frostbite’s not something to mess with. Let’s see them.” He didn’t intend to sound quite so bossy.

“I’ll do it.” Her words were slurred.

“You can barely move.” He held on to the kit, obstinate—and something else. Responsible, maybe. “I saw you limping out there. Your knee’s bugging you. Don’t deny it.”

She threw him a glare, but surprised him by complying.

He took hold of one slender foot and stripped it gently but quickly, since even in shelter, the risk of frostbite was real. It was light in his palm and mostly warm enough to alleviate his worry, though her toes were chilly. He touched each one. “Any numbness?”

She shook her head.

With great care, he peeled the bandages off, cleaned her skin, and reapplied fresh ones where needed, slipping the sock back on before starting the whole process with the other foot.

He couldn’t say exactly when it occurred to him that he held her naked foot in his hand, but once the realization popped into his head, it wouldn’t go away. Hung around like an itch he couldn’t get to.

A foot, for God’s sake. Ridiculous.

But the foot didn’t feel ridiculous right now. He gently squeezed it and expelled a harsh breath.

It felt…improper. Especially in comparison with the rest of her fully clothed body. And secret, somehow. He knew things about her now. He knew her second toe was longer than the big one, that her arches were high and elegant, her skin already roughened from two days of marching in the freezing desert air. He knew she’d put on a bright red nail polish at some point. It’d worn mostly off, but it made her toes look like candy. And he’d never craved sugar so badly.

The best course of action, now that she was all bandaged up, was to give her back her foot.
But he couldn’t.

Instead, he ran his thumb along the central curve, pressed forward beneath her toes, then down to her heel. The sounds she made were—he swallowed—obscene. A shocked gasp that urged him to look her way. He didn’t, though, because if their eyes met, he might have to stop.

And that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Another rub, deeper this time, bearing down on aching muscles. But it didn’t sound like pain when she moaned, low and guttural, and though he knew better, he let his eyes slide up her body to her face.

He froze. He’d never seen anything hotter—not on-screen or in the throes of sex or in his darkest fantasy.

Mouth open, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, everything about her screamed pleasure. Just to be sure, he stroked back and pressed again, wanting—no, needing—to know which notes this spot would play on her ever-changing face.

And she didn’t disappoint. Every feature cringed, slowly, sensually, in a magnified expression of pleasure-pain. Sweeping up to caress her toes now was sheer torture, because he was hard—shocking in this cold—and her reactions, though subtle, were more intimately real than any peepshow.

He could’ve gone on forever, rubbing, rapt, eyes glued to her face as she showed him just how good he made her feel, picturing how amazing she’d look if he were kissing her, or—

Her eyes popped open, ensnaring his in their velvet trap.

Everything went quiet, stilling as if the storm had taken a breath. Or maybe it was him going a little deaf, like when his ears needed popping in a plane. Except he could hear the things happening in this tent. Could feel and smell with overwhelming precision every fine detail blown up under a microscope.

They shared a couple hard inhale-exhales, the tension between them as palpable as the frigid temperature.

The press of his fingers lessened, his caresses slowed, until he did nothing but grasp her foot while she just as steadily held his gaze.

“That feels amazing,” she said in a bedroom whisper that he could feel deep in his bones, though it couldn’t possibly be loud enough to hear.

Her mouth closed and his attention flicked down, watching her swallow with something awfully close to hunger before sliding back up to find her eyes boring into him.

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Excerpted from Whiteout by Adriana Anders. © 2020 by Andriana Anders. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Monday, January 20, 2020

The Mighty McKenzie Series continues with CONFLICTING EVIDENCE (available now!)


With: Lena Diaz

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

Meet Colin McKenzie and Peyton Sterling, high-school sweethearts who’d planned on spending the rest of their lives together. Until, one awful night, when Peyton’s brother is accused of the arson that nearly kills Colin and forces Peyton to choose between her family and the man she loves with all her heart. Years later, when her brother escapes prison and Colin is the US Marshal on his trail, Peyton’s forced to make the same heart-wrenching choice all over again.

Excerpt:
He was dressed in light gray pants, a white button-up shirt and a tie. His sleeves were long in spite of the warm temperatures outside. Little white scars on the backs of his hands left no doubt about the reason for those long sleeves. Peyton’s heart seemed to stutter in her chest and her throat tightened.

“Colin?” The once treasured name that she hadn’t allowed past her lips in years tumbled from them in a whisper that was a dash of pain and a huge dollop of guilt.

He didn’t even glance at her.

He slid a pistol out of the holster on his hip and leveled it at her brother. “Brian Sterling, you’re under arrest for felony escape and the murder of Officer Owen Jennings.”

Peyton drew in a sharp breath. What was Colin talking about? He was arresting her brother? Dear God, no. This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

The blood seemed to drain from her brother’s face, leaving him a gaunt, frightened shadow of the person he used to be. His haunted gray eyes, the same ones that Peyton saw every time she looked in a mirror, pleaded with her to help him. The same eyes that had stared at her in bewilderment from the back seat of a squad car as a barn burned to the ground in the distance. The same ones that had blurred with tears on the other side of a thick glass partition in the prison’s visiting room when Peyton broke the news about their mother’s death.

It was ten years ago all over again. And just like then, she was forced to make a choice that no one should ever have to make—the choice between the man she loved and her own flesh and blood.


I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! If you didn’t catch the other McKenzie books before this one, they’re available at all major online retailers. And stay tuned next month for the final McKenzie book, UNDERCOVER REBEL, featuring the youngest brother, Ian. All four books in this series are available online or for pre-order.

GIVEAWAY:
I’m giving away the entire four book set – even the one that comes out next month! – to one randomly chosen commenter on this blog post. Just tell me your favorite book that you’ve already read in 2020 and why you loved it. If you haven’t read any books yet this year, is there a particular one that you’re looking forward to? Help us all find new favorite authors and books by commenting on this post.

Happy New Year! Happy reading!

Lena Diaz

Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST January 21st. Due to GDPR regulations you no longer need to submit your email address in the comments. If you have been selected as a winner your name will be posted at the top of the post. You may then contact maureen@justromanticsuspense.com to claim your prize. Your email address will be shared with the author/publicist providing the giveaway. 


Thursday, January 16, 2020

“Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me a Match…”


Congratulations to "Patricia B.", the winner in Angi's giveaway. Please contact JUST ROMANTIC SUSPENSE to claim your prize.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch.
Fiddler on the Roof lyrics by Sheldon Harnick

I barely remember seeing Fiddler on the Roof when I was young. I don’t think a person has to have seen the movie to recognize the lyrics. Memorable lines… as a writer we all want them. But I digress. My real subject today is Wade—my matchmaking Texas Ranger. The fourth book in my Company B series is hitting shelves next month. If you’ve read the first three in the series, you know that the hero of CRIMINAL ALLIANCE thinks of himself as a bit of a matchmaker for his buddies.

Of course Wade only realizes what he’s done after the first three heroes find their true loves. But he does take all the credit (LOL).  Throughout the first three books of this mini-series, Wade is a bit isolated and unable to be in the field with his partners. Sitting behind his desk, he has a lot of time to think about what he wants or should I say…WHO he wants. And when he sees Therese again and he’s determined to keep her.

Wade accidentally pushes his Company B brothers in the direction of their true loves. He asks for a favor from Jack. Has a hunch about a case with Slate. And wants to put Heath out of his misery. All good instincts, but Therese is elusive…

And what about Therese? What’s her story? And why has she been helping Wade at every turn for two years? … Hey, no spoilers here. The answers are all in CRIMINAL ALLIANCE.

The fate of the city rests in their hands.

When FBI operative Therese Ortis and Texas Ranger Wade Hamilton agree to team up, they have one goal in mind: find and stop an algorithm that could destroy Dallas—or worse. But going undercover in order to bring down a criminal organization comes with its own form of danger. If discovered, they’re bound to be torn apart. Then not only will their beloved city pay the price, but Therese and Wade will suffer unforeseen—and unimaginable—consequences.
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Hold onto your hat for love on the run! 
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CRIMINAL ALLIANCE is the conclusion of Texas Brothers of Company B. It’s original title was Ranger Warrior—Wade’s story--and follows Ranger Protector (Jack), Ranger Defender (Slate), and Ranger Guardian (Heath). You can find a short summary of their stories on JRS here.

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I truly hope you’ll enjoy Wade & Therese’s story. It’s my last official Harlequin…but not my last white hat hero. Criminal Alliance is on presale and on shelves February 18th. One Killer, One Ranger will be available in April.


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USA Today Bestselling author ANGI MORGAN writes on-the-run suspense where honor and danger collide with love. Her work is a multiple contest finalist and Publishers Weekly best-seller. She drags her dogs –and husband– around Texas for research road trips so she can write off her camera. Every detour somehow makes it into a book. 
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Giveaway on JRS ends at midnight January 17th.  Two contestants entering the drawing by leaving a comment on Just Romantic Suspense will receive an autographed copy of Ranger Protector. Don’t forget to check back to see who won!


Have you ever been a matchmaker? Did it work?

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

The Inspiration of Ancestry


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Inspiration is a funny thing. When I was a young child, my grandmother subscribed to a magazine called Ireland of the Welcomes. One day she showed me a picture of a young girl on the cover that at the time, could have been my twin. That may have been the spark of inspiration that stuck with me until the day I sat down to write Inherent Truth.

I used to lose myself in glossy pages of lush Irish landscapes, peopled by smiling faces that resembled my own. I pictured myself there, and although I never dreamed that those moments spent flipping through my grandmother’s magazine stash would inspire an entire series, they certainly played a role when time reared its ugly head and my grandmother’s health began to decline. During that time, I found solace in those pages and even today feel closer to her when I thumb through my own bimonthly subscription.

But what does that have to do with a paranormal suspense series? You see, those moments became part of me. And later, when news of my birthmother’s death arrived in the form of a letter penned by a half-sister I didn’t know appeared at my door, a perfect storm of inspiration was born. My grandmother’s decline and my birthmother’s death were two completely unrelated events, but both left me with a boatload of questions and no one left to answer them. And as any reader knows, a writer with unanswered questions is a book waiting to happen. The questions I had about my own history, both biological and familial, evolved into a need to create a character with the capability to uncover the truth. Enter Inherent Truth’s heroine, Liv Sullivan, an Irish-American with a slew of family secrets only a psychic could uncover. I couldn’t wait to dive in and explore some of my own ancestral questions through Liv’s eyes.

Inherent Truth is my debut novel and the first book of the Blood Secrets Saga, a series birthed by loss and the ramifications of dementia, it’s a blend of psychological thriller and romantic suspense with light paranormal elements. The series explores the push and pull of human emotion, particularly trust–both in others and ourselves. It’s the story of Liv Sullivan, a reluctant psychic beckoned back to her small Ohio hometown by her grandmother’s ghost. As Liv struggles to piece together the reason behind her grandmother’s visit, her path collides with undercover agent Ridge McCaffrey, a man on a mission of his own. But when unspoken truths and a series of discoveries threaten to expose them both, the truth becomes clear­–some family secrets are best kept buried.

And of course, those days spent flipping through my grandmother’s magazines make an appearance as Liv’s journey continues. Stay tuned!

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy meeting Liv’s grandmother, Grace, in this excerpt from Inherent Truth:

Grandma’s pale blue dressing gown fluttered gently against sun-starved legs. How many Saturday mornings had I come downstairs to the kitchen at Sullivan farm to see exactly this image? For anyone else, that’s what this would be–a memory-induced dream, a creation of the subconscious. But not for me.
The blue of her gown, coupled with the stream of light filtering through an imaginary window, added a shimmer to her eyes. My grandmother had the most beautiful eyes. Rich pools of pale cornflower blue that twinkled when she laughed. A knot rose in my throat. How I longed to hear that laugh.
“Do you remember this one, Liv?” She looked at me. Her gaze pulling like the fingers of some unseen force, coaxing me to join her at the table. I worked my toes into the carpet beneath my feet and I stood from the side of the bed, shuffling toward the vignette in front of me. She pushed a grainy photograph across well-worn oak as I slid into the chair opposite her. The spindles of the oak chair pressing into my spine were the only proof I’d moved from my perch on the bed.
“I took that when he was on a weekend leave in Germany. Can you believe I flew all the way over there just for a weekend with your grandfather?” A light chuckle, like a breeze through well-tuned wind chimes, escaped her lips.
I smiled at the mischievous glint in my grandma’s watery blue eyes. “I bet he was glad you made the effort.”
She reached her hand to cover mine and gave a squeeze. The warmth of her touch spiraled a note of helplessness down my spine as I battled the nugget of comprehension that explained her appearance. I clenched my jaw against the tears pricking at the backs of my eyes, determined to focus on the smiling faces of my young grandparents, primitively colorized in the photograph in front of me. They’d looked so happy.
“It’s time.” Playfulness evaporated from her voice. “You ignored the warning, but you can’t ignore your legacy.”
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Inherent Truth is available today
The next installment in the Blood Secrets Saga, Inherent Lies, releases March 17th and is available for Preorder here.


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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Giveaway Time!

What is one question you would ask a person who is no longer in your life?

I can’t wait to hear how your ancestry would inspire you!

Giveaway on JRS ends at midnight January 20th. One contestant entering the drawing by leaving a comment on Just Romantic Suspense will receive an Amazon gift card. Don’t forget to check back to see who won! The winner will be selected randomly by the author.




Monday, December 30, 2019

Risk It All


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When bounty hunter falls for bounty, they’ll risk it all to save the one they love.

Cara Pax never wanted to be a bounty hunter—she’s happy to leave chasing criminals to her more adventurous sisters. But if she wants her dream of escaping the family business to come true, she’s got one last job to finish.

Too bad she doesn’t think her latest bounty is actually guilty.

Henry Kavenski is a man with innocence to prove. But when his enemies target Cara in an attempt to force his hand, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Deep in the Rocky Mountains, surrounded by danger on all sides, Henry and Cara will have to learn to trust their unexpected partnership if they want to make it out together—and alive.

When she’s not writing, Katie Ruggle rides horses, trains her three dogs, and travels to warm places to scuba dive. A police academy graduate, Katie readily admits she’s a forensics nerd. Connect with Katie at http://katieruggle.com/, https://www.facebook.com/katierugglebooks, or on Twitter and Instagram @KatieRuggle.

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Excerpt:
When the woman stopped the stroller next to the bus-stop bench and took a seat next to Kavenski, Cara knew something was up. For one, she would eat her phone if that woman would ever set foot on a public bus. Also, Kavenski, for all his hotness, was a big and intimidating guy. No one would casually plop themselves down next to a dangerous-looking stranger, especially with her baby right there.

With both Kavenski and the woman facing forward, it was impossible for Cara to see if they were talking. She was tempted to move closer to the pair to see if she could eavesdrop, but Kavenski had known she’d been following him earlier, and that made her hesitate. It was one thing for her to follow as he skulked around town, but this meeting seemed very shady and purposeful. He’d let her go once, but who knew what he’d do if she had incriminating information on him.

The woman turned her head toward Kavenski for just a few seconds, and Cara hurried to take a few pictures. With the oversize sunglasses, hat, and scarf, it was hard to get an idea of what the woman actually looked like, especially from a distance. The only things Cara was sure of were that she was white, tall, and fashion-conscious.

To Cara’s frustration, she saw that the woman’s lips were indeed moving. Once again resisting the urge to get close enough to listen to their conversation, Cara watched as the woman reached into the stroller and appeared to adjust the baby’s blanket. When she withdrew her hand, however, she was holding something white and rectangular.

Almost bursting with curiosity, even as her heart pounded from fear of discovery, Cara found herself leaning forward, straining to see what the woman had taken from the stroller. In just the split second it took her to pass the item to Kavenski, Cara was pretty sure it was a legal-sized envelope. Before she could see any other details or even take a few steps closer, he slipped the item into his jacket pocket.

The woman stood and pushed the stroller past Kavenski, and Cara realized that she would be passing right by. After a frozen second, she forced her gaze to her phone screen. Her hair fell in heavy curtains on either side of her face, hiding her profile from the woman’s view, and Cara was intensely grateful that she hadn’t pulled it back that morning.

The seconds seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly as the burr of stroller wheels and the sharp click of the woman’s bootheels drew closer. Cara didn’t breathe as the woman passed just five feet away, and her pounding heart was so loud it made it hard to hear if the footsteps were slowing.

When she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she dared a pseudo-casual glance and saw the back of the woman a half block away. Sucking in a much-needed breath, Cara returned her attention to Kavenski, just in time to see him rocket off the bench right into rush-hour traffic. The movement was so sudden and unexpected that Cara jerked back a step, startled.

“What is he doing?” Without considering the wisdom of what she was doing, Cara bolted toward him, her eyes locked on his big, surprisingly nimble form as he played a terrifying game of Frogger with oncoming cars. Brakes squealed and drivers laid on their horns as Kavenski shot across the road to the far lane. Turning to face the SUV heading toward him, he raised both hands, palms out, like a traffic cop.

He faced down the oncoming vehicle barreling toward him. The tires squealed as the wheels locked, and Cara instinctively reached toward him as if she could somehow snatch him to safety. His huge frame actually looked small as the five-thousand-pound vehicle bore down on him.

Cara reached the curb, a useless shout of warning building in her chest. Kavenski stared down the SUV, not even flinching as it rocketed closer. Just inches from Kavenski, the vehicle lurched to a halt, rocking back from the force of the stop. Cara’s breath escaped her in a rush. She stopped abruptly, realizing that she had been about to run right out into traffic. She’d been so focused on Kavenski’s near death that she hadn’t even thought about her own safety.

As the driver of the SUV rolled his window down and screamed invectives, Kavenski turned and strode over to a small dog huddled in the center of the lane. Scooping up the tiny furball, Kavenski stepped out of the street, waving casually at the still-yelling driver to continue on his way.
Cara gave a small gasping laugh at Kavenski’s nonchalance. He was acting as if risking his life to save a tiny dog was no big deal, while Cara’s heart was still trying to pound out of her chest and her hands shook with an overdose of adrenaline. As if he’d heard her slightly panicked laughter, Kavenski met her gaze across the four lanes of traffic. They stared at each other for an eternal moment before the corner of his mouth kicked up in more of a grimace than a smile.

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Excerpted from Risk It All by Katie Ruggle. © 2019 by Katie Ruggle. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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