Friday, October 20, 2017

A War Of Hearts

With: Karen Lynn


Three troubled souls trapped in a tangled web of obsessive love.

Jake denies that Kristen’s love is toxic.

His undying passion for her will not relinquish his soul.

Kristen needs Jake. Her love for him is so pure, powerful, unquenchable. 

Logan is poison and Kristen knows it. She tells herself it is the last time. But it never is. 

And Logan refuses to let her go.

Logan feels like he is floating through an endless maze, reaching out for some illusive source of fulfillment. Sometimes he finds it in violence and kinky sex. Other times there is only darkness.  Rich, powerful and handsome, he can have anyone and anything he desires. Yet, his lust for Kristen tortures him. But he is convinced he cannot live without her.  And he is sinking deeper and deeper into a world of madness.   

No one will ever understand Kristen’s obsessive love for Logan. His insatiable hunger for drugs, rough sex and alcohol is spiraling out of control.  Her co-workers at a NYC law firm think she is in way over her head. She is disenchanted with the decadent lifestyle he craves.  But Logan will always be her painful addiction.  Still the powerful desire to free herself haunts her.  The hypnotic hold he has over her threatens to destroy her.

Jake is a struggling artist with a powerful desire to follow his dream. But he is another beautiful mess. On a quest to find happiness and rebuild his life, he longs to escape from the shadows of his past. But first he must silence the demons in his head.

When fate steps in bringing Kristen and Jake together, everything changes.

Love is not in their plans that day in Central Park. But it rattles their worlds with instant, intense chemistry. And there is no going back.

Now, Kristen finds herself caught between two wild fires.

When jealousy, explosive passion, and emotional turmoil erupt into a dark obsession, vengeance is all that is left.

COMING SOON!

Excerpt – A WAR OF HEARTS

It was 9:00 p.m. Being alone for two hours had allowed her to fantasize about Jake a bit longer, without being propelled back to reality. Her mind and body were beginning to shut down, exhausted by the emotional stress of the day. Before too long, she began to doze off. 
All of a sudden, she was jolted awake by the sound of the front door opening. Hitting the mute button on the T.V., she tried to concentrate on the muffled voices. The knife she had hidden in the night table drawer flashed through her mind—it was close enough if she needed it.  Burying her head under the heavy quilt, she remained quiet and alert. 
         "Kristen? Where are you?" Logan bellowed.  
         Listening intently, she could hear the sound of another man’s voice. Their footsteps were getting closer.  When the door opened and light flooded the room she squeezed her eyes shut, huddling deeper under the blanket. 
         He ripped the blanket off of her. "What are you doing under there, Krissy? Come on out and say hi to Nick.” 
         His face was so close she could smell the mingled scent of marijuana and liquor. She blinked, her eyes making a gradual adjustment to the light.  His icy blue eyes stared at her, his long, dark blonde hair tickled her nose.
  "Come on babe. Don't be rude!" He pulled her up, cramming his lips against hers. 
         Snapping out of her trancelike state, she cringed, holding back.  "What is he doing here?"  She blinked repeatedly, trying to bring the unfamiliar man lingering in the bedroom doorway into focus. 

 ***

BIO
Karen Lynn, a native New Yorker has always loved writing poetry and short stories with intense characters struggling to find love and survive in a troubled world.   After years of working as a legal assistant in NYC and Miami and studying creative writing, Karen was able to pursue her dream of writing a novel.   A War of Hearts, is the first novel in her slightly dark, character driven, fast paced romantic suspense series. Full of unexpected twists, it explores the complexity of relationships, struggles with emotional turmoil and the inner strength needed to never give up. It is dedicated to everyone who has been consumed by the poison of obsessive love.

Karen currently lives in Portland, Oregon with her son. In the unusual moments when shes not engrossed in writing or reading a romantic suspense novel, she enjoys watching riveting films, swimming, painting and hiking. But you can always find her listening to alternative rock & roll.  

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

In Too Deep


As Station Seventeen’s rookie, Luke Slater knows his fire and EMS training will be both rigorous and risky, but he never imagined having to partner up with the one woman he wants to keep at arm’s length most of all. Quinn Copeland is as wide-open as Luke is reserved. He has no interest in letting the sweet and sexy paramedic rock his hard-earned control. But the need for composure becomes the need to survive when they find themselves in the crosshairs of a brutal gang leader on their first shift together.

Paramedic Quinn Copeland’s station mates aren’t just her friends. They’re her family. She’d do anything to keep them safe—including reluctantly trusting her impossible-to-read, impossibly gorgeous new partner with the one thing she holds close. As the passion between Luke and Quinn goes from a slow burn to a sizzle, their steps grow more and more dangerous, both in the fire house and out. Can they outwit a cold-blooded killer and face the fears that could cost them everything? Or are they in too deep?

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An excerpt from IN TOO DEEP
Copyright © Kimberly Kincaid 2017

Quinn sat in the passenger seat of Luke’s sleek, dark gray sports car, finally able to breathe for the first time in hours. The unease that had clutched at her chest, tightening like a vise with each faked smile and passing minute she’d sat in the Crooked Angel, was finally loosening, allowing her the luxury of a steady inhale/exhale without having to hide the truth from the people who were closest to her. She was in Luke’s car, sitting right beside him. His body was right there. Warm. Safe. Close enough for her to reach out and run her hand over his bare forearm, his fingers that were callused in some places, soft in others.
            There. Easy. Breathe…
Luke pulled into the parking lot beside her apartment building, quieting the engine without pulling the keys from the ignition. His gaze moved covertly over their surroundings, mirroring the one Quinn had just sent over the adjacent parking spaces, the brightly illuminated walkway connecting the parking lot with the apartment building, the potential spots where someone might lurk or hide.
            “Looks clear.” It was the first thing he’d said since he’d quietly told Isabella and Hollister he was going to take her home, then paid Kennedy for the beers they didn’t drink.
            Quinn nodded in agreement. “Mmm hmm.”
            Heeding the detectives’ advice not to dawdle, they both got out of the car, Luke locking the doors with a click-CLICK of a button on his key fob before walking her over the paved path leading to the front door of her building. The tension that had made a playground out of her shoulders faded with each step, and she and Luke made their way over the threshold, into the elevator, and down the tastefully carpeted hallway until finally, they were in her apartment.
“Thank you for bringing me home.” Heat climbed Quinn’s cheeks as she grew aware of how very alone they were, standing there in her dusky foyer with nothing but the soft light filtering in from the one bulb she always left lit over the kitchen sink. But Luke was the only person she didn’t have to hide anything from. The only person who could get her to breathe. The only person she could be truthful with.
            And the truth was, she wanted him.
It seemed completely contradictory that her body should respond in such a primal, greedy way when her brain was a jumbled mess. That was just the thing, though. Her thoughts were a mess around her friends. They were a mess when she tried to work, and they were definitely a mess whenever she remembered the kidnapping. The only time her mind wasn’t on overdrive was when she thought of Luke, with his hand on her rib cage and his breath in her ear, as steady as a heartbeat.
God, she wanted his touch so badly, she ached.
            “Do you want to talk about what’s going on with you?” he asked, his eyes steady on hers even through the shadows of her foyer.
            “Honestly?” She stepped toward him and shook her head. “No.”
“Quinn—”
“Please, just stop. I don’t want to talk about the other day. I don’t even want to think about it.”
Luke opened his mouth, likely to argue, but she cut him off before he could say so much as a syllable. “Look, I’m not stupid, okay? I know I can’t ignore things entirely. I’m not foolish or flighty enough to think I can magically make the truth into something it’s not. But you asked me what I need, and right now I need to not remember what happened, just for a little while.”
            A pause opened between them. Quinn’s heart raced so rapidly she was certain he had to be able to register the constant thump-thump-thump from where he stood.
            Finally, he said, “What else do you need?”
            For a question that had the potential to be so complicated, her answer was shockingly simple, and even though she knew it made her vulnerable, she didn’t hesitate.
“Just for tonight, I need to feel something other than scared. I need to remember what it’s like to feel good.” She moved closer, until she could feel his exhale coast over her cheek. Yes. This. I need this. “So please, can you stay for a while and make me feel right again?”

About Kimberly Kincaid
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet and hot and edgy romantic suspense. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to ├ęclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2016 and 2015 RWA RITA® finalist and 2014 Bookseller’s Best nominee who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.
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Saturday, October 14, 2017

Secrets Hidden In The Glass


Giveaway Alert!

Bestselling author Cate Beauman is back with her 12th full length novel and her first stand-alone title: Secrets Hidden In the Glass.

Her multi award-winning Bodyguards of L.A. County series has over 500,000 copies sold and a 4.4 rating with 8000+ reviews.

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Stained glass artist Callie Davis is in desperate need of a vacation. Burnt out and on the edge of a nervous breakdown, she’s fleeing the pressures of her career and is taking refuge on Massachusetts’ tiny Carter Island. Callie yearns for long, lazy days and pretty walks on the beach—blessed solitude and an escape from the complications of her life. Then she bumps into gorgeous Nate Carter and everything changes.

Sheriff Nathan Carter couldn’t be happier now that the height of the summer season has finally come and gone. After four endless months, tourists have packed their bags and headed for the mainland. The quiet days of autumn are about to befall the town—the way Nate and his fellow Sandersonians like it best.

But nothing ends up quite the way Nate expects when he meets the beautiful blonde with the big blue eyes. Callie’s pretty smiles hide secrets—deep, dark mysteries that could cost them both their lives if they continue digging into the past and cross a killer’s path.


The Inspiration Behind Secrets Hidden In The Glass:
I always find the process of writing fascinating—imagining words and thoughts into subsistence that had once only existed in my head. Oftentimes, the undertaking is daunting. Months of research, careful plotting, planning, character development, and revising go into every page. There are many moments of doubt and worry. On occasion, there’s even a triumph or two. But finally, you type The End and you realize you’ve created a miracle of sorts—a story to share with your eager readers who are always waiting for what’s next.
I had such fun telling Nate and Callie’s adventure. There was something extra enjoyable about bringing Sanderson, Massachusetts to life—the fictitious, tiny town on the equally made-up Carter Island. Imagine dreaming up a beachy setting that gets to be exactly what you want it to be. Add a group of intriguing (and on occasion quirky) characters. Throw plenty of steamy romance and several sprinkles of mystery and suspense into the mix and you’ve got yourself one heck of a good time.
I hope you’ll enjoy Secrets Hidden In The Glass as much as I enjoyed telling it.

Read an excerpt from Secrets Hidden In The Glass:

Chapter 1:

Callie stood next to the grease-smudged door, sucking her thumb and clutching Emily Dolly close in the crook of her arm. Tinny music played through cheap speakers as she stared at the big man sitting in a booth across the room, snoring with his chin touching his chest while the food on his plate went cold. Glancing around at empty tables and chairs, Callie recognized that she was in a restaurant. Mommy took her out to eat sometimes, but she’d never been to this place before. She flinched and her gaze flew to a set of metallic doors when a woman with bold red hair pushed them open and walked from the kitchen.

The woman stopped abruptly and rolled her eyes as she looked toward the man, who sounded like a pig. “Good grief, I need to get off this midnight shift.” The woman shook her head, grabbing a washcloth from a bucket, then wiped down the long counter top. Her dangling hoop earrings caught in the light while she hummed along with the radio and wiggled her hips in the pink skirt she wore. After tossing the cloth back into the bucket, she picked up a stack of menus and turned, gasping when she made eye contact with Callie. “Dear God in heaven,” she said as her free hand flew to her chest. “You scared me half to death.”

Callie gripped Emily Dolly tighter and stepped back, bumping into the cool glass.

The woman frowned as her gaze tracked around the room. She set the menus on a table, walked over, and crouched down in front of Callie. “Sweetie, are you alone?”

Callie tried to move farther away but there was nowhere left to go.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.” She smiled and stroked her fingers down a lock of Callie’s long blond hair. “I work here.” 

Callie stared into the woman’s green eyes while her stomach twisted and turned and felt yucky.

“Let’s see if I can find your mommy.” The woman gained her feet and walked down a short hallway, opening a door. “Hello?” She moved a few steps and turned another doorknob, doing the same thing. “Hello?”

The woman came back and pushed through the door Callie stood by, letting in the sounds of the cars driving by as she walked off into the dark. Moments later, she came back inside, hurrying over to the man in the corner, shoving on his arm. “Hey.” She did it again. “Hey, you.”

The man snorted as his eyes flew open. “Jeez, lady. What the hell?”

“Is that your little girl?” The waitress pointed in Callie’s direction.

The man turned his head, looking at Callie. “No, that’s not my little girl.”

The woman’s hand ended up on her hip. “Did you see her come in with anyone?”

He stared at Callie a second longer and shook his head. “I’m seeing her for the first time right now.”

“Well, where did she come from?”

He shrugged. “Beats me.”

The waitress walked back to Callie, crouched down again, and sent her another warm smile. “Can you talk?”

Callie nodded.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?”

She took her thumb out of her mouth. “Callie.”

“Do you know how old you are?”

She nodded again.

“How old?”

“Four.”

“Where’s your mommy, sweetie?”

Callie’s breath shuddered in and out when her tummy felt yucky all over again. “I don’t know.”

“How did you get here?”

She blinked rapidly and tears trailed down her cheeks. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, good heavens.” The woman picked her up and hugged her close. “Everything’s going to be all right.” She walked toward the metallic doors and pushed her way into the big kitchen. “Earl, call the police. I think we have an abandoned child on our hands.”

Did you enjoy the excerpt?  You can read the first chapter on my website, www.catebeauman.com, or you can finish the whole book with the links below!

Amazon | Kobo | Nook | iBooks


The Unofficial Secrets Hidden In The Glass Soundtrack

I love music! I can’t imagine a world without catchy tunes playing, especially when I’m writing. Music is inspiration. Melodies, beats, and the mood of each song help me portray emotions and feelings as I tell a story. It’s a rare day when I don’t have my headphones in place, bopping my head, while my fingers race across the keyboard. You can listen to the “soundtrack” for each book on my website www.catebeauman.com.

The soundtrack, of sorts, for Secrets Hidden In The Glass:
·      And Then You by Greg Laswell
·      Still Falling For You by Ellie Goulding
·      Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney
·      Cold Water by Major Lazer ft. Justin Bieber
·      Starving by Hailee Steinfeld ft. Zedd
·      Close by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo
·      Magic by Colbie Caillat
·      Until the Last Falling Star by Matthew Perryman Jones
·      I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller
·      I won’t Let You Go by James Morrison


About the author:
International bestselling author Cate Beauman is known for her full-length, action-packed romantic suspense series, The Bodyguards of L.A. County. Her novels have been nominated for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, National Indie Excellence Award, Golden Quill Award, Writers Touch Award, Aspen Gold Award, Heart of Excellence Award, and have been named Readers Favorite Five Star books. In 2017 FINDING LYLA was chosen as the Booksellers Best Award Winner, the Maggie Award For Excellence, and received the Holt Medallion Award. REAGAN'S REDEMPTION and ANSWERS FOR JULIE were selected as rare co-winners of the Aspen Gold Award in 2016. JUSTICE FOR ABBY received the 2015 Readers' Favorite International Book Award Gold Medal, while SAVING SOPHIE took the Silver Medal. SAVING SOPHIE was also selected as the 2015 Readers Crown Award winner for Romantic Suspense and FALLING FOR SARAH received the silver medal for the 2014 Readers' Favorite Awards.

Cate makes her home in North Carolina with her husband, two boys, and their St. Bernards, Bear and Jack.

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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Identity Crisis


Congratulations to "LibraryPat", the winner in Terry's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!

I’m delighted to share the release of Identity Crisis, Book 7 in my Blackthorne, Inc. series. It’s a bit of a departure, but I realized that most of the characters in the series had already found their happily-ever-afters, not to mention they were getting a little  old for all the covert ops work. I decided to introduce some new faces, beginning with Brett “Scrooge” Cashman.


Not following orders might cost him his dream job, but it could save her life.

Brett Cashman yearns for a job as a Blackthorne, Inc. covert operative. He has the skills, but as one of the only recruits with no military background, he’s having trouble adjusting to the whole taking-orders gig.

Holly Granger ran away from her wealthy daughter-of-a-rock star lifestyle in her teens, when she couldn’t face the notoriety. An accusation of treason, and an apparent chance encounter with Brett sends Holly into what she considers an alternate universe. She wants no part of it, but when it’s obvious someone is threatening her safety, she reluctantly accepts Brett’s protection.

Another order Brett’s having trouble following—Blackthorne’s number one rule: “Do not get involved with the principal.” Can he follow the rules, or will his attraction to Holly cost him his chance to become a Blackthorne operative?

Here’s an excerpt:

Brett darted for the fallen tree he’d selected as his next stop on his way to the cabin and dropped to a knee. If Adam wasn’t responding, Brett would go up the ladder—all the way to San Francisco. They were supposed to be monitoring the situation, right? He keyed his radio. “Command, this is Scrooge. I’m going in.”

“Negative, Scrooge. Hold your position.”

A woman’s voice pierced the air. “Get your hands off me!”

And let the woman be tortured? Killed? Brett couldn’t accept that. Knew he couldn’t live with himself if his inaction was to blame. An explosion shook the ground beneath him. Smoke billowed from a window on the west side of the cabin.

“Command. Explosives and fire. Shall we engage?”

“Negative, Scrooge. Hold position. I repeat, hold position.”

“You’re breaking up, Command,” Brett growled into his mic. “Did not copy. Repeat. Scrooge going in.”

Maintaining a crouch, Brett hauled ass for the cabin. He wasn’t even going to think about picking the lock. Weapon raised, he kicked at the door, which fell into the cabin with a resounding crash. Smoke filled Brett’s eyes. He blinked, seeking the hostage and her captors.

Gunfire erupted around him. Pain stabbed his arms, his legs, stung his chest beneath his vest. The room spun. Brett struggled to remain conscious, fought to maintain control of his weapon. A swift kick to his ribs foiled that plan.

**Note: In honor of my daughter, I’m donating a portion of all October royalties from Identity Crisis to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.



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Monday, October 9, 2017

Throwback Thursday?

Okay, that is a deceptive title as it's currently Monday. Perhaps I'm trying to move the week along. :)

Recently I started posting #TBT's on Just Romantic Suspense. There are so many Romantic Suspense books of old to share. I grew up reading my mother's gothic novels. Victoria Holt, Mary Stewart, etc. My mom was a big Barbara Michaels fan. Well, heck, there weren't too many authors my mother wasn't a fan of. She read books like I eat Raisinets. 

The covers beguiled me. I tried to draw them. I fancied myself an artist with my colored pencils and construction paper. I began reading these novels when I was very young, because, hey, they were scary stories that just happened to have some mushy stuff in them. Later I read them because they had mushy stuff, and just happened to be scary.

What are some of your earliest recollections of Romantic Suspense? And yes, the Brontes count!

Do any novels come to mind? I'd love to hear and maybe we'll see them on JRS's THROWBACK THURSDAY page soon!






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