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Opening the Cozy Corgi in Estes Park is a dream come true: small-town charm, fresh-baked bread, hours by the fire reading mysteries, and… murder. 

For Winifred Page and her devoted corgi, Watson, the puzzle pieces of life are falling into place as they settle into their home in the Colorado mountains. Surrounded by family and friends, Fred begins to relax into the charm and beauty of being the owner of a bookshop and bakery. 

The buzz of possible romance—though Fred wasn’t looking for a relationship—has quieted as one of her suitors is no longer a viable option while the other has moved into the friend zone. But all thoughts of romance, wanted or not, fly out the window when Fred finds a dead body in the Cozy Corgi bakery… again. 

Things get stickier when Fred’s main suspect turns out to be a family member of one of the local police officers—the one who already despises Fred and her little dog. Determined not to let past grievances cloud her judgment, Fred tips her detective hat and pokes deeper into the murder investigation. But in a mystery that becomes smoke and mirrors, nothing is as it seems. 

The revelations Fred unveil threaten not only her picture-perfect world but her very life….



“Can you believe it, Watson? We’ve been bookshop owners for two months.” I knelt beside him, scratching his fuzzy corgi rump, then paused to smile as the customer waved their new Elizabeth Peters novel at us through the window before disappearing down the street. “There’s nothing like providing someone with a new adventure.”

Watson yawned and glared at me through half-closed eyes. I couldn’t blame him. He was napping in his favorite spot in the bookshop—a pool of sunshine pouring through the front window and smack dab in the middle of the fiction and new release section. Although, I suppose Watson wasn’t overly invested in which genre provided him the best snoozing experience. He yawned once more in exaggeration, stretched his stubby legs, and let his head fall back on the hardwood floor with a sigh.

Pressing my luck, I stroked his red-and-white fur a couple more times. “We did good, you and me. We did good.” I stood, leaving Watson to his midmorning nap, and glanced around. No customers at the moment. That was good. A little break was called for, and to think tourist season didn’t really begin for another two-and-a-half months, when kids got out of school for the summer.

The homey scents of yeast, butter, and cinnamon filled the Cozy Corgi as, along with the piped-in music, muted voices and the clatter of dishes drifted down from the bakery on the second floor. In the weeks since the bookshop’s grand opening, book sales had steadily increased. They still weren’t anything to write home about, but business was picking up. My favorite part, though I shouldn’t admit it, was that there seemed to be waves of customers and then long periods where the only reason someone came in was to walk through and go up to the bakery. Those quiet times allowed me to sit in my favorite spot—the small room devoted solely to mystery novels, with an antique lamp and sofa directly in front of a river rock fireplace—and read.

Katie, my best friend and business partner who ran the bakery on the second floor, didn’t have any time for reading. The Cozy Corgi bakery had become the place to hang out—perfect pastries, decent coffee, and the newest gossip hubbub. Katie was thrilled. As was I. She was happily baking away, and I got to spend large portions of my day reading in my dream bookshop, with Watson nearby. Oh, and to sell some books from time to time too.

As I settled onto the Victorian sofa to reread another Sherlock Holmes novel by the light of the lavender Victorian Portobello lamp, I let out a sigh of contentment. It really was a slice of heaven.

Less than two chapters into The Valley of Fear, and a second sigh escaped, one not of contentment. The Cozy Corgi truly was paradise to me. And I loved owning a bookshop. I also rather enjoyed having a bakery right upstairs; it was a good thing my signature broomstick skirts were forgiving. Trading city life for the small tourist trap Colorado mountain town had been the right choice. And yet….

It had been weeks.

Even as I attempted to read of Sherlock Holmes and Watson getting ready to dive into a case, my skin itched. My foot tapped out nervous energy on the fabric of the sofa, and I was annoyed that Holmes and Watson got to go on an adventure while I only got to read about it.

I set the book down in my lap and stared into the crackling fire. What in the world was I thinking? Something had to be wrong with me. Having a couple of months since the last murder was a good thing. A very good thing. It would be an even better thing if there was never another murder ever again. That was what I should hope for. We all wanted world peace, right?

What did it say about me that in the midst of being content with my new life, I discovered my brain was craving a little more than simply reading clues on the page?

With an annoyed shake of my head at myself, I returned to the book. I ought to be satisfied with Sherlock Holmes allowing me to tag along on his adventures.

Perhaps I should find another hobby. Crossword puzzles.

Right. Like solving a twelve-letter word for a book lover would do the trick. 

Maybe the next time I walked over to the counter, I should take a few seconds, hop on the internet, and see if there were any good therapists in Estes Park.

By chapter five, I’d gotten swept away in the story, possibly proving that I truly didn’t need to solve any more murders of my own and could satisfy my intrigue quotient within the pages of a book.

By chapter twelve, my skin started to itch once more.

One sentence into chapter fourteen, and the front door of the Cozy Corgi flew open with a loud bang. Watson yelped in fright and scrambled in a clatter of nails to a standing position as I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“I’ve had it!”

I jumped again at the shout, and Sherlock Holmes crashed to the floor. Leaving the book where it was, I stood and headed toward the front room. Watson, looking panicked, met me half way.

“I am going to kill someone!” The screaming, irate woman was half way across the main room of the bookshop and almost to the stairs that led to the bakery. She’d left the front door open, and snow was rushing in like the cold fingers of death.

I rolled my eyes at my own insanity. If nothing else, I should probably read more romances or cookbooks. Something with less murder.

Cold fingers of death or not, March was proving its reputation as the snowiest month in Colorado.

“Ma’am, can I help you?” Even as I rushed toward the woman, I questioned whether that was mistake. A sane person wouldn’t run to face someone shouting they’re ready to commit murder.

“Stay out of my way, Winifred Page.” The woman snarled at me. “I have no problem taking you out as well. This whole thing started with you.” The woman’s face was so contorted in rage and nearly the color of a tomato in her exertion, that for a moment I couldn’t place her. Combined with her massive belly, she was nearly unrecognizable. It was her blonde bangs and the contempt in her green eyes that clued me in.

I halted when I realized she was the owner of Black Bear Roaster. “Carla. What’s wrong?”

Her expression let me know just how foolish I’d been mere moments ago, feeling bored without drama in a small town. There would be no mystery involved in solving who killed Fred and her little dog, Watson.

You are what’s wrong.” Carla gestured wildly around the space. “This whole stupid shop is what’s wrong.” For a second I thought she was going to swipe at me, but then she whirled and headed toward the stairs. Despite her fury, movement didn’t look easy. I’d heard through the gossip chain that Carla Beaker had been even more unpleasant than usual. Even yelling at her regular customers in her coffee shop. A few of them had transferred over to Katie’s bakery the past couple of days. It seemed Carla was nearly a week overdue in her pregnancy and was taking out her frustration on anyone within reach.

I stood there for a heartbeat, unsure what to do, glancing back-and-forth between Carla struggling up the stairs and the snow blowing in through the front door.

The door won. From the look of things, it didn’t seem smart to get in Carla’s way on the sweeping wooden staircase. That wouldn’t end well. Instead I hurried to close the front door. In the short time it was open, a sizable pile of snow had created an arc around the entrance. I debated again. I’d just had the floors redone a couple of months before. The last thing I wanted was to leave snow sitting on them.

Well, I’d wanted an adventure, I supposed it proved you should be careful what you wish for. Even though I wasn’t particularly fond of Carla or the Black Bear Roaster, her safety was more important than the finish on my hardwood floors.

Having gotten over his nerves from the initial outburst, Watson waddled over, sniffed at the snow, then plopped himself into the middle of it. After taking the time to grab a bite as a snack, he barreled his nose into the white stuff.

“Seriously? Yesterday you didn’t even want to go on a walk because of the cold.”

He didn’t bother to respond.

Leaving Watson to his playground, I returned to the staircase. Carla had made it to the top, and her feet were disappearing as she rounded into the bakery. She’d made better time than I ever would’ve guessed.

“Pete Miller!” I was halfway up the stairs when Carla began to scream again. “I knew that was your car right outside. You’ve been at Black Bear every morning for the past decade. When you didn’t show up today, I thought maybe you were sick. I almost called.”

As I entered the typically charming bakery, I found Carla yelling and shaking her fist in the glassblower’s face. From behind the counter, both Katie and her assistant, Sammy, stared wide-eyed, looking like twins. The rest of the patrons around the room appeared similarly frozen in shock.

Pete had both his hands in the air like he was at gunpoint. “Carla, I’m sorry. You’ve just been so….” His eyes widened as he realized what he’d been about to say, and the entire room seemed to suck in a breath. “I’ll come back tomorrow. I promise.”

“Don’t you dare! You’re never welcome in my coffee shop again.” Carla whirled to face the bakery counter and stomped toward Katie and Sammy. “And the two of you. Turncoats and traitors. I teach you everything you know, and you do this.”

“Carla, I’m sorry you’re angry.” Katie managed a sympathetic smile, which was impressive. “I promise no one is out to get you. Why don’t you have a seat and relax. Sammy can make you a chai or something.”

The minute the words left her mouth, I knew she’d made a mistake.

“Sammy? Oh yes, Sammy!” Carla reached the counter, grabbed a large loaf of bread, and flung it toward Katie’s look-alike assistant. The loaf smacked into her face in a cloud of crumbs and flour. “You’ve had it in for me for years. Always trying to take my business. And here you are again. This time stealing all my customers.”

Someone let out a little yelp from across the room, but I couldn’t turn my attention away from the scene.

Carla reached for another loaf of bread from the basket on the counter, this time a long baguette, and started to swing.

“Carla! Enough!” Katie caught the loaf in both hands and yanked it away, the concern leaving her voice and expression. “Get ahold of yourself. You can’t go around hitting people.”

There was a surprised murmuring from the crowd of customers, and I suddenly realized what they’d noticed.

“Get ahold of myself? You’re in no place to tell me what to do, Katie. You’re just as bad as Sammy. Trying to close down the business I’ve worked so hard for, with your lackluster baking.”

“Carla….” I tried to sound both authoritative and soothing as I spoke. I walked closer to her, attempting to stay out of arm’s reach. “Sweetie, I think you might need to sit down.”

She whipped toward me. “I thought I told you to stay out of my way.”

“It’s just that….” I pointed toward her feet. “I think your water broke.”

“I don’t care what—” Her words broke off, and she blinked, then looked down at the floor. Her shoulders slumped. “Oh! Thank God!” For a heartbeat she sounded genuinely relieved, but then she straightened, her eyes wide again. “Oh, no. This is not happening here. Anywhere but here. Not with you awful people.” She put her hands protectively around her belly and began walking toward the stairs.

I followed a couple of paces behind her. “Carla, I don’t think it’s safe for you to move, much less take the stairs.” Like I had any idea about being pregnant or giving birth. “Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll call an ambulance?”

Though she didn’t stop moving, she spared one hand to swipe at me again. “Not on your life. I am not having my baby in your horrible shop!” She made it to the top of the steps, looked like she was about to reconsider, then gripped the railing and started making her way down.

I glanced over at Katie. “I’ll follow her. Call an ambulance.”


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Reading the Cozy Corgi series is pretty much all you need to know about Mildred. In real life, she’s obsessed with everything she writes about: Corgis, Books, Cozy Mountain Towns, and Baked Goods. She’s not obsessed with murder, however. At least not at her own hands (nor paid for… no contract killing here). But since childhood, starting with Nancy Drew, trying to figure out who-dun-it has played a formative role in her personality. Having Fred and Watson stroll into her mind was a touch of kismet.

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Cover Reveal: Crowd Pleaser

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Genre: Sexy Contemporary Romance

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You know those love stories you read about? The ones where the heroine remains untouched, virgin-like, until she meets the man of her dreams? 

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Cape Hatteras The past and the future come together, and form a kaleidoscope in All the Colors of My Heart – A Chimera Club Short Story Collection.

James Draven has secured his future with Della, and made her his wife, but he still needs to mend the bridges between him and Max Alexander, his best friend since college.  As soon as he returns from his honeymoon, he and Della head to North Carolina to visit Max and Annie at Escape where old friends and new friends await in Colors of My Heart. 

Tony McIntire is learning it’s hard to let go of the past. While he tries to find peace with his own personal demons, he realizes that he and Janie McGill, the love of his best friend Stacy’s life, need to clear the air between them once and for all. Meanwhile, Janie and Stacy are also feeling the weight of regrets from their past, as each wrestles with a secret fear that their renewed love may not be enough to make up for all the time they were apart. The bonds of friendship and love grow stronger between them in If You Ever Need Anything. 

When Brandon and Camille get back from their honeymoon, his plans to secure a more comfortable life for Annalise are rocked by some unexpected news. Fearing that the future he has envisioned may be in danger, he embarks on a quest for information that could lead to a cure for Annalise, but to find what he needs he has to dig into the past that she kept from Camille. Fate loves to bold, especially when I’ve got an Ace Up My Sleeve .

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***New Release*** Unorthodox Chemistry (The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2) by Lilah E. Noir


Title: Unorthodox Chemistry

Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Release Date: February 18th, 2018



He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.


He’s gone.

His absence hurts more than any whip.

Thomas saw me for who I was.

Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.

Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.

I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.

I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…

… and then one invitation changed everything.

Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?


I had to walk away.

Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.

She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.

In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.

The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…

A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.

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She is here. Tonight. She is really here.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me?

The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips.

Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down.

She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing.

It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds.

What the hell was happening?

After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind.

I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time.

If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more.

What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about the party unless…



The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back.

They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures.

The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees.

They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird.

I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command.

He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss.



“You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.”

I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.”

“Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes.



“Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.”

He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek.

“I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.”

“What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word.

“You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.”

When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away.

“What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice.

“I’ve been watching you.”

He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water.

“You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.”

I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression.

“I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.”



Lina leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bustline and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples.

It was just my imagination but nature outside was playing a voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking new thunders shattered the area. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams.

If she only knew what was waiting for her… what delicious scream would she make, how much further would I push her into her own madness?

I pulled away, left her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, Lina didn’t utter a word.

She wouldn’t have to wait for too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren’t scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in moaning, loud and full of longing and plea. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust?

I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my step as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers dip inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, with lips forming one needy “Please” I had denied her to cry out.

Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretched her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. She was hanging on her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all.

Lina’s desire poured inside me like a liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I was driving my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She was panting and staring up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist all the way down to the wrist the agony written on her face fused with pleasure.



I picked up the wine from the steel glass holder on the wall and spent a few minutes just staring at it, lost in thought. The swirling, blood-like liquid and the warmth put me under a spell. When the wine taste finally reached my lips, the memory of that first night rushed back in my mind. The exchanged looks, the subtle flirting, his outrageous offer, the dungeon. His palms kneading my breasts and sliding down, coaxing me to spread myself, to open up for him.

I rested a hand between my legs to stroke myself and took another sip of wine. It was supposed to slowly build up my arousal but all I felt was sadness. The strong, physical sensations of the present, the subtle flavor of the wine, the ache of my skin and muscles, the lightheaded carelessness were much stronger.

Stronger than the memories. As if the red swirl was devouring all I had left behind.

It was pointless to fool myself. The hot water and indulgence were good but I needed so much more. I put the glass back in its place.

The soap bubbles rolled down my wet skin when I raised myself from the bath tub. I ignored them, wrapped myself with the fluffy towel and walked out of the steamy bathroom.

After I picked up my phone, I headed to the bedroom. The red collar was lying on top of the carefully folded lingerie in the drawer. Maybe the alcohol had messed with me and I was slowly succumbing to madness but its bright leather looked glowing.

I rested my fingers on top of it and squeezed it gently before I lifted it and pressed it against my chest. After ages of following that ritual right before falling asleep, my courage slowly came back to me. I took a deep breath, rubbed the metal plate against my skin and dialed the number.

A dialing sound. A pause.

Please. Please, answer.


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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.


I’d never noticed him before.

He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.

I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.

Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.


She enthralled me.

Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.

She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.

I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.

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***New Release*** The Happy Endings Collection Box Set by L. Wilder

Collection Title: The Happy Endings Collection

Titles: My Temptation ~ Bring The Heat ~ His Promise

Author: L. Wilder

Genre: RomCom

Release Date: February 20, 2018


After one too many disappointments in and out of the bedroom, I’d all but given up on men. While I was doubtful that therapy would change anything, I had to try something.

As soon as I walked into Dr. Seth Michaels’ office, temptation set in. With his piercing green eyes and devilish smile, the handsome doctor was every woman’s fantasy, including mine.

He tempted me in ways that I never dreamed possible, but some lines just can’t be crossed. With a newfound libido, I left his office thinking I would never see him again, but fate and a meddling mother had other plans.


Tucker Michaels could bring the heat, striking out anyone who stepped up to the plate, and he was burning up the big leagues.

At least, that’s what I was told.

I had no idea who Tucker Michaels was, and I honestly didn’t care. From the moment I met him, I thought he was an arrogant, smart-mouthed jerk.

I’ll admit he was hot—if you’re into those gorgeous, athletic types, but there was no mistaking the way he looked at me, like I was about to be his next grand slam. 

Unfortunately for him, he was about to be the one to strike out. I had no interest in playing games, especially when he was helping my little brother’s baseball team. 

… But after a week from hell and one too many drinks, I was starting to see another side of the sexy, charismatic player.

After the devastating loss of my wife and daughter, I did everything in my power to guard my heart, making everyone, including myself, believe I no longer had one. I focused on my work and kept everyone at a distance. It was the only way I could face the day. 

I had no time for distractions, but the day Langley, my legal assistant, asked for help with her custody battle there was no way I could refuse. When I was at my worst, she was there to pick up the pieces, making sure I didn’t lose the only thing I had left—my career.

Now, it was my turn to ensure she didn’t lose the one thing she cared about most—her children. 

I promised to help, but I had no way of knowing that one promise would turn my entire world upside down. With the help of her two kids, she chiseled away at the walls I’d worked so hard to build, and I found myself wanting the one thing I thought was out of my reach—another chance at love.


Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.

Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.


***Release Blitz*** Break Down by Rebecca Norinne

Title: Break Down (Dublin Rugby #4)

Author: Rebecca Norinne

Cover Designer: Rebecca Norinne

Release Date: February 21, 2018


He knows his place on the pitch, but life is a whole other game.

All his life, Liam Donnelly looked and wondered. Could he? Would he? And then, finally, he did. But when he sampled a taste of that forbidden fruit, his whole world came crashing down, his position with Dublin Rugby right along with it. When the chance to ply his trade in Edinburgh comes along, Liam jumps at the offer, knowing it could be his best opportunity to start fresh and get back to the man he once was. But one look at Chef Lachlan MacLeod-his knowing, whisky-colored eyes, the abrasive scruff dotting his jaw, and the colorful ink lining his forearms-and Liam’s wondering all over again. Can he? Will he? His heart says no, but his body says yes. 

He’s conquered his own demons; can he help another man do the same?

Out and proud Chef Lachlan MacLeod has no problem with who he is, except he has a history of hooking up with bi-curious straight men. He’s vowed never to go down that path again, but when Liam Donnelly shows up in his restaurant, his eyes filled with heat and secret longing, Lachlan can’t help himself. He knows the closeted rugby player is a terrible idea, but the man calls to him in a way no one ever has before. What started as a safe way for Liam to explore his sexuality quickly morphs into something much deeper, and now Lachlan wants more. But can his heart reconcile what his head already knows-that loving the gorgeous, broken athlete might actually mean letting him go?

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USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes steamy contemporary romance featuring strong, determined heroines and sexy, dominant heroes. If you love books filled with heart, heat, and happily-ever-afters, she’s got a story for you.

When not writing, Rebecca is watching rugby, drinking craft beer, and traveling the globe in search of inspiration for her next story. She lives in Dublin, Ireland, with her husband, but is originally from California.

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