Happy Release Day to Cold in the Shadows (Cold Justice #5) by Toni Anderson w/Playlist!


Cold In The Shadows is the fifth book in the bestselling, award-winning
Cold In The Shadows
Release Date: Nov 24th, 2015
ISBN-Print: 9780993908996
ISBN-digital: 9780993908989
CIA Officer Patrick Killion is on a secret mission to hunt down the ruthless female assassin hired to kill the Vice President of the United States. The trail leads him to the Colombian rainforest and an earnest biologist, Audrey Lockhart, whose work on poison dart frogs gives her access to one of the deadliest substances on earth—the same substance used to murder the VP. 

When Audrey is attacked by the local drug cartel, Killion steps in and hustles her out of harm’s way, determined to find out what she knows. His interrogation skills falter somewhere between saving her life and nursing her back to health as he realizes she’s innocent, and he ends up falling for her.
Audrey has a hard time overlooking the fact that Killion kidnapped her, but if she wants to get her life back and track down the bad guys, she has to trust him. Then someone changes the rules of their cat and mouse game and now they’re the ones being hunted—by a cold-blooded killer who is much closer than they think.

The bestselling, award-winning Cold Justice Series centers around agents from the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit-4 (crimes against adults), and spin-off characters from the books. Each book stands alone with a different hero and heroine being the focus of the story. Characters crossover so readers might get the best experience by starting at the beginning!
Books from this series have won the New England Readers’ Choice Award, the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, the Heart of Excellence, the Aspen Gold Reader’s Choice Awards, and Book Buyers Best Award for Romantic Suspense.














New York Times and USA Today international bestselling author, Toni Anderson, writes dark, gritty Romantic Suspense novels that have hit the Amazon and Nook Top 10, and iBooks Top 50. Her novels have won many awards.

A former Marine Biologist from Britain, she inexplicably ended up in the geographical center of North America, about as far from the ocean as it is possible to get. She now lives in the Canadian prairies with her Irish husband and two children and spends most of her time complaining about the weather.

Toni has no explanation for her oft-times dark imagination, and only hopes the romance makes up for it. She’s addicted to reading, dogs, tea, and chocolate.

If you want to know when Toni’s next book will be out, visit her website (http://www.toniandersonauthor.com) and sign up for her newsletter. If you want to read other fascinating stories about life in a city that, during winter, is sometimes colder than Mars, friend her on Facebook: (https://www.facebook.com/toniannanderson).

Toni donates 15% of her royalties from EDGE OF SURVIVAL to diabetes research–to find out why, read the book!



According to Patrick Killion’s favorite data analyst at the Agency, he was a half-inch short of being the perfect romance hero. As long as the inch she was talking about was his height and not his dick, he didn’t give a rat’s ass.
Today, at a measly
five foot eleven and a half inches, he towered above the locals. His height, combined with his sun-bleached blond hair, meant he definitely did not blend in with the Colombian population. He didn’t bother to try.
The CIA dealt in threat assessment and probability levels, manipulation and human intel.
Lockhart’s appearance, expertise, hidden Cayman Island bank account, and the fact she was in the right place at the right time for Vice President Ted Burger’s murder, made her his number one suspect. So, despite FBI ASAC Lincoln Frazer telling him to back off yesterday, he was still following her. He couldn’t walk away.
Last night he’d shaken the tree to see what fell out.
He ignored the twinge to his conscience. He’d been a little rough. He hadn’t wanted to risk her getting the drop on him. He had given her a get-out-of-jail-free pass and probably saved her life—that should count for something.
Except she hadn’t behaved as she should have. She hadn’t called her employer. She hadn’t grabbed a bag and run. Instead she’d reported the assault to the local cops and had gone in to work today. Maybe she’d been busy destroying evidence or delaying until the last possible moment before she made a mad dash for some small private airfield. Maybe she was overconfident about her abilities. Or maybe she was innocent.
It was the last “maybe” that bothered him.
As he stood in line for a ticket to the ecological park, a pretty redhead in a strappy top and high-heels eyed his neon orange T-shirt and red plaid shorts with a distasteful grimace. He’d committed a class-A felony and the fashion police were about to convict.
“Airline lost my luggage.” Killion raised his palms in a pitiful shrug, putting enough misery into his travel-worn appearance that the woman’s expression immediately shifted from disgust to empathy.
“That blows. How long ago?”
“Two days now. They swear they’ll get it to me sometime today—”
She gave a disbelieving snort. “Yeah, they once lost my luggage on a trip to Mexico and by
the time it arrived I was getting on the plane home. Worse, they refused to reimburse all the clothes I needed to buy…”
Off she went, and he was in. Phase one of this mission accomplished. He walked into the conservatory
as part of a group of American tourists, rather than as a single white guytraveling alone. They milled loosely about, looking at Lepidoptera specimens that fluttered about like giant-sized pieces of confetti.
A family of seven—five women who all looked like they’d rather be at the mall, an older man, and a teen who read every piece of information like he was cramming for a test. Killion stayed close to the stacked redhead because he looked like the kind of guy who’d stay close to a stacked redhead, but he also chatted to the others in the group, gleaning information. They were down from Florida, visiting family over Christmas. The Americans had arrived in a large minivan with an armed driver, but the driver stayed with the vehicle so they weren’t
too worried about security. In this country, staying in one spot for any length of time meant you attracted attention—and not the, “Oh my, don’t you have pretty eyes” kind of attention.
It wasn’t a good thing.
Hot sun bore down on the forest canopy that shaded the ecological park. The small interpretive center affiliated with the Amazon Research Institute attracted local schools as well as the occasional tourist, but it was Monday, January 5 and schools were closed until after Epiphany. The place was deserted except for this little band of intrepid explorers. The ground steamed and sweat beaded on his skin as his adopted people wandered slowly from enclosure to enclosure. A rivulet of perspiration soaked into his shirt.
A huge yellow butterfly drifted over his head and landed on a piece of cut fruit on the feeder tray. The redhead barely contained her squeal of excitement and took twenty pictures with her little point-and-shoot. Killion’s point-and-shoot dug into his spine and held fourteen rounds. Their group finally headed into the
amphibian enclosure where decaying damp earth mixed with traces of ammonia, and the musk of rotten leaves.
Welcome to the jungle.
His new friend grabbed his arm, pointed. “Aren’t they cute!” A minuscule, neon-yellow frog was stuck on the side of a glass tank.
“They may look cute”—said a familiar voice with just the barest hint of a Kentucky twang—“but one golden poison dart frog contains enough toxin to kill ten-to-twenty grown men.” Dr. Lockhart wore spectacles on a string around her neck and reminded him of the class nerd—the one all the guys had secretly lusted after but had been
too intimidated to ask out on a date. The professor had unusual violet-blue eyes that showed clear signs of a sleepless night. He would have felt guilty, but more than one person had told him he was a heartless bastard who didn’t have a conscience. A sociopath by any other name.
He didn’t give a shit, so they were probably right. Hell, she should be thanking him. Being tied
up and threatened sure beat the hell out of a trip to a Black Camp or a lifetime in prison—and those were the more civilized options.
Audrey Lockhart wore ubiquitous jeans over Birkenstocks and a tight white tank top that molded her breasts in a way that left little to Killion’s undeniably vivid imagination, all topped off with a thin purple shirt that she left open. She wasn’t carrying a weapon—unless she had a frog in her pocket. “I’m Dr. Lockhart, I study anurans and my specialty is the family Dendrobatidae—poison dart frogs.”
For all intents and purposes she appeared to be exactly what she said. A scientist, dedicated to
her research. He rarely trusted appearances. That’s what data analysts, surveillance, and background checks were for—not to mention interrogation.
“I thought captive ones weren’t poisonous?” Killion pointed to a little guy about an inch long that was sitting at a precarious angle on a large green leaf. The creatures didn’t look real—they looked like miniature plastic toys. They certainly didn’t look like the deadliest creatures on the planet. He placed his hand lightly on
the redhead’s back, and she sank against him, proving her taste in men was as terrible as his taste in clothes.
The professor’s eyes ran over him and his new squeeze, then away, dismissing him as just another tourist.
She didn’t recognize him from last night. There was no obvious guile in her gaze. No deception.
“You’re right in that individuals bred in captivity have no toxicity, but these specimens were
pulled straight from the nearby rainforest where they are endemic and, trust me, you wouldn’t survive a close encounter.” Her voice was husky, sexy enough to raise his awareness of her as a female rather than a target.
He’d always had a thing for voices. And nerds.
She continued, growing more serious, “It takes years for them to lose their toxicity, and even touching a paper-towel that has been in contact with the skin of these particular individuals can kill you. They are extremely dangerous.”
“Death by frog.” His smirk didn’t reach his eyes. “Bet that ain’t pretty.”
The redhead laughed. The professor did not.
“We’re very careful how we handle them.” She looked stern now, like she was the teacher and he was the naughty schoolboy. And there was his vivid imagination going nuts again.
“Have you ever seen someone die after touching one?” asked his new friend.
“Thankfully, no.” The professor’s gaze was open and sincere.
What did he expect?
Skull and crossbones instead of pupils? He’d been with the Company long enough to spot an operative with one quick glance, but this woman was an enigma. Either she was an incredible actress, or he was way off base in his assessment of the facts. Hell, maybe she was just another enviro-nut trying to save the planet—or, in this case, frogs.
“Do they taste like chicken?” he joked.
Those violet-blue eyes flashed. “I don’t know,” she bit out. “Would you like to try one?”
Her fiery response was hot as hell, but obviously she didn’t appreciate his sense of humor—he’d been told it was an acquired taste. He didn’t look away, instead used the opportunity to study her carefully. Her gaze was determined, but he could see fear at the edges—from the scare he gave her last night? Or did she live in constant fear, waiting for her time between the crosshairs? He didn’t figure being an assassin was particularly good for your long-term health. Someone, somewhere was always trying to tie up loose ends.


Book Blast for Body & Soul by Jamie Loeak


Title: Body & Soul
Author: Jamie Loeak
Series:  The Chronicles of Light & Darkness (#1)
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy/Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Aug 25 2012 (First Edition)
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
A demon searches for the source of his humanity.
Kate, the daughter of a lawyer and marine biologist, has just moved to a small beach town in Florida. She’s forced to start over in the
middle of the summer, but is used to it by now, since she’s moved around her entire life. When Kate meets Rico and Adriana on her second day at the beach house, everything changes. Kate is introduced to the world of Light and Darkness, and is thrown into the middle of it when a mysterious being attacks her one night. As Kate’s nights continue to get weirder, her friendship with Rico and Adriana grows stronger, and for the first time Kate has real friends.
When Rico sits Kate down to tell her what is really happening to her, things start to click for Kate, and she is forced to make a decision to quit or fight for her body and soul.
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Jamie Loeak is an aspiring YA author. She has written and published her trilogy and continues to work toward finishing the ideas for more novels that pop into her ever changing mind. Jamie resides in Florida, where she is a middle school teacher. Finding time for writing is difficult within the world of lesson plans, assessments, and students; however, Jamie makes sure to make time for all of the things that she loves in life, including her students, pets, and loving boyfriend.
When Jamie isn’t writing or grading papers, she is forcing her sister into photo shoots or playing her guitar. Her current goal is to become a bestselling author.
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Happy Release Day to Sin and Sorrow by Marion Croslydon w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @indiesagepromo


Sin and Sorrow
by Marion Croslydon
Publication Date: November 24, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance


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O-negative is Marie Aberdein’s favorite treat and she hates herself for it.

But she hates the MacLeod Vampire Hunters even more. They stole everything from her. Twice. The first time, on the night of the Battle of Culloden, the Hunter killed her husband and their child. Marie has survived the last two centuries hidden away with the man she calls Father, keeping their vow never to feed from humans. But the latest Hunter—the direct descendant of her husband’s murderer—doesn’t care about their good intentions. All he wants is for their ashes to blow away in the wind, so he tracks them down and burns the only family she has left.

Payback is long overdue. Marie has escaped the MacLeods’ clutches and she intends to make this lease of life count. Merely digging her fangs into the Hunter won’t do. She’ll take everything he holds dear, starting with his heir, History undergrad and rugby-playing Gabriel. Once she has Gabriel in the palm of her hand, she’ll rip out the boy’s heart. And make his father watch.

Only Gabe is more angel than demon. His heart is warm, his soul loyal. He makes Marie feel like the girl she has never had the chance to be. A girl who wants to laugh, flirt, and be kissed. But allowing their love to kindle will clash against the beliefs that make them who they are. When Gabriel becomes the next Hunter at twenty-one, Marie will be one of the creatures he is destined to slaughter. And loving him means giving up her vendetta against his father—something she won’t do.

Sin and Sorrow is a New Adult paranormal romance set at St.Andrews University in modern-day Scotland.



Marion loves to share happy vibes, talk book crush, fictional boyfriends and sexual chemistry with like-minded people. And because she spends most of her days on her own deep inside her London writing cave, you are welcome to come and say “hello” from time to time. Just to make sure she doesn’t sink into insanity. Her friends, family and arch-enemies (there are quite a few) will be forever grateful for your help.

Her debut novel, Oxford Whispers, a New Adult paranormal romance, won the IndieReader Discovery Award, 2013. Her contemporary romances, No Reverse and Fast Forward, were Amazon bestsellers, both in the New Adult and Kindle Top 50 charts. Please get in touch with HER: marion AT marioncroslydon DOT com

By the way Marion wrote that bio, but she likes using the third-person. It makes her feel as cool as shit 😉

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Happy Release Day to Annalisa Nicole’s A Very Wellington Christmas (a Running Into Love novella) w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

Title: A Very Wellington Christmas (a Running Into Love Novella)
Author: Annalisa Nicole
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Published: November 23, 2015
Quinn Landry loves the holidays, particularly Christmas. It’s her favorite time of year. She loves her family and especially loves being a part of the Wellington family. Family isn’t just a word to the Wellington’s…it’s everything.

She loves to spoil her nieces and has her sights set on graduating this spring. She believes that wishes and miracles, during this time of year, can come true. Her life couldn’t be more perfect…until she opens her mouth under the mistletoe to one tall, dark, and brooding Levi Sutton.

Levi Sutton hates the holidays, especially the last two weeks in December. Seven years ago he lost everything that mattered in his life. He believes that wishes and miracles can only come true when unicorns fart glitter.

Other than his job, he’s bitter, withdrawn, and not interested in sharing his time or life with anyone…until his mistletoe encounter with the sassy, back talking, opinionated Quinn Landry.

If kissing under the mistletoe isn’t an option, can making a wish under the mistletoe bring not only one, but two wishes true?

Can Quinn crack Levi’s tough exterior and show him that hope, life, and love still exist?

Can Levi open his eyes to see past his clouded anger to finally forgive and allow his heart to feel love again?

I’m an “Indie” Adult Contemporary Romance author. I’ve been married to my wonderful husband since 1996 and I love being a stay-at-home mom to our two teenage boys. I was born and raised in Michigan, but currently live in beautiful California.

A thought occurred to me in December of 2012 that maybe I could write a romance novel. So, I went to work with the encouragement of my husband and sister-in-law. It didn’t take long to figure out that I absolutely love writing.

Today I’m a self-published author and it has been an amazing journey.
I published my debut novel Take A Chance in October of 2013.

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Guest Post featuring Liza O’Connor’s Saving Casey (Requires Rescue #1) w/a book review! @liza0connor

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How to get a really bad reputation…without trying.

When I was growing up, mothers frequently thought me a terrible child and banned me from speaking to their kids. What was really weird is I wasn’t a bad kid. I was just imaginative and liked to make up stories. In other words, I was a budding author.

One of my characters was inspired by a plastic one-inch tall French poodle named Pierre. Pierre was a bit wild. I would write stories about his late night parties and his misbehaviors. Can you picture it? A drug crazed, drunken, French poodle running amuck in a in the backwoods of Arkansas. I loved writing stories about him.

Unfortunately, one of my friend’s mom got hold of one of my stories, concluded it was factual, and within a single day, I lost all 21 friends I had worked so hard to acquire. (You’ve no idea how hard it is to make friends in a small town that hates newcomers.) Having lost all my friends, I asked to go back to my former school.

It was like coming home and I flourished there. I didn’t need Pierre anymore. I joined Drama and we did five plays a year, I was in the band and even drum major my senior year, in five choirs, aced all my classes except for typing and graduated 2nd in my class. And I had a regular afternoon to night job so I could go to college someday.

I didn’t realizing my mother was telling everyone in town that I was wild, probably pregnant, and failing all my classes. Why would a mother do this? Turns out that not all moms are good moms. In fact, some are highly defective, and sadly I got one of those. (So does Casey).

To be fair, my mother was wild as a kid, and evidently assumed I would follow in her footsteps. In truth, I used her as the model of what I did not wish to become. (Chain smoking, alcoholic, with a never-ending assortment of fellows in the house.) Since my mother proved incompetent and put my life at risk when I was a child, I took the task of raising me upon myself, having concluded no one else was up to the job. (My parents were divorced, so I only saw my dad 4 days a month. I loved him dearly, but rarely saw him.)

When my #2 ranking came out in the local paper, my mother was furious, claiming I had embarrassed her among all her friends. I refused to take the blame for that. I had told her I had straight A’s. She just refused to be believe me since I wouldn’t produce a report card to prove it.

In Saving Casey, Cass has an alcoholic mom worse than mine. And the accusations laid at Casey’s feet are far worse than what I endured. Plus, while my school was filled with supportive people (and one pedophile coach) poor Cass had to attend a nightmare of the school (with the same lascivious coach).

Finally, while I just had one mother to endure, poor Cass has a great deal of people trying to tear her down. Old Casey hadn’t survived this toxic environment, and all alone, Cass won’t either. She needs help. Fortunately, her ‘rarely around’ dad has asked his head of security to protect her 24/7.


Oh yeah! That’s just the ticket!

Hunky Troy is no doubt why I never realized the similarities to my life before writing this.  I never got one of those.

I want a Troy!



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Book 1 of the Requires Rescue SeriesSaving Casey Requires Rescue5

Contemporary Suspense



When 80-year-old Cass Goldman learns she has inoperable cancer, she decides to end her life, peacefully on her terms. So imagine her horror when she wakes to find herself in a hospital with rich people staring at her. It’s not until the doctor arrives to examine her that she realizes she’s no longer old. She’s in the body of a seventeen-year-old teen.

Unfortunately, her new body comes with some serious baggage. First of all, the kid has burned every bridge imaginable. Secondly, those ‘people’ in her room are her outrageously rich parents and while the Dad seems friendly, the mother wants nothing to do with her. The moment they take her home to a horrifically huge mansion, which she dubs Tara, she’s abandoned to the care of the butler.

While Cass is determined to turn this train wreck of a life around, doing so is far harder than she expected. In fact, without help, she’ll end up dead just like the last occupant of this body. Thankfully, her dad has his hunky head of security become her bodyguard. Between her eighty years of life lessons and hunky Troy’s help, she just might live long enough not to be jail bait.



Their new transport was a two-seater Cessna, which meant one of them had to fly the damn thing. “I hope you know how to fly because my license is expired. I’d probably push the throttle all the way in instead of the carburetor heat when landing.”

Troy chuckled. “Good thing I’m flying.”

She followed him about the plane during his walkabout and then read the checklist aloud once they were inside.

“You didn’t check the magnetos separately,” she complained.

“We’re in a hurry here,” he grumbled.

“So stop wasting time.”

Softly cursing beneath his breath, he checked first the right and then the left magnetos. They both purred. “Can we go now?”

She returned the checklist to its place. “Seatbelt on, luggage safely stored.”

Losing patience with her, he powered up and taxied down the runway.

She smiled. It had been over forty years since she had flown a plane. “Any chance you’ll let me take off?”

“None whatsoever.” He pulled out the throttle and barreled down the runway, picking up speed, finally pulling back on the yoke, lifting the plane smoothly into the night sky.

“Almost as nice as mine,” she said and stared out the windows. “Plane at three o’clock,” she warned as she spotted blinking red and green lights.

“Where? Got it,” he replied. Once they were away from the airport, he smiled at her. “Want to hold the plane steady for me?”

She smiled and took hold of the yoke on her side. “What’s our course?”


Either she’d forgotten the joy of flying, or teenage supersized sensations enhanced the experience. Her body sang with happiness.

reviewThis review is from the original story.  I was assured that nothing really had changed.  Pink (Harlie’s younger sister) wrote this one.  Forgive her if you don’t “get” the review but its her own.  



*wipes tears from my face*  I’m not really sure where to start.  When Harlie gave me this book to read, she said it should be required reading for every teenager on the planet.  She also said that about the movie “The Breakfast Club”.  That should be a the ONLY teenage movie that we should watch because the movie had a message.  I watched the movie and I spent too much time looking at Judd Nelson to even bother with the “message”.  *giggling*  I did go back and watch it again and my big sister was right.  I hate when she’s right.  I would never tell her that so mum’s the word.  *Judd Nelson is hot*  Sorry, I’ll get serious…sorta.  Harlie’s right about some things and most of the time I don’t listen to her until it’s almost too late.  This book is one of those “it’s almost too late” moments.  Let me try to explain…

I’m older than Casey and I didn’t go to prep school.  Public high school and no uniforms.  Thank goodness.  Ugh!  Nor were we Uber rich like her.  A butler, cook, maid and a driver?  Seriously?  Harlie hated driving me anywhere when we were growing up.  Jeez…now I’m driving my nephew everywhere because Harlie is just sooooo busy.  :/  Whatever…Back on task…  Some other differences are I would NEVER be Goth.  Seriously Cass?  Attention much?  No one is Goth anymore.  It’s too 5 minutes ago.  Now, the tats were interesting but Ouch on getting them removed.  I hate needles so I’ll never get a tat.  Too much pain involved.  The cover scared me enough not to read it.  When Harlie kept badgering me to read it, I watched the YouTube trailer.  Okay, that alone changed my mind about the book.  I’m too much like Harlie when it comes to covers.

Okay, okay here is my review…I cried when I started reading.  Yes, Cass’s story made me relive both of my sets of grandparents funerals.  I was very close to my grandparents and 2 out of 4 died from cancer.  I still have flashbacks from the funerals.  Now when she woke in Casey’s body, I was laughing.  The whole time she thought God was being cruel to her in the body of a Goth teenager with the WORST parents ever…she must have thought she was in hell, or worse.  I know I would have been.  As Cass began to learn about Casey, I was kinda glad that she didn’t want to know everything that she had done.  Only the really, really bad parts.  Talk about a really screwed teenager.  But you know what, I had faith that Cass would turn around Casey’s life.

This book is so much more about bullying by kids and their parents.  It’s also about having faith in yourself and believing in yourself.  Casey stopped believing after what had happened to her when she was 13.  She gave up.  She didn’t have a support system to help her out.  I think I had too much of a support system but I’m extremely grateful now that I did.  High school is a bitch and kids are cruel.  Parents are even weirder sometimes than kids these days.  It’s all about one upping little Suzie’s mom because little Suzie didn’t get the invite to a birthday party when she was four.  Think about the mom that hired a hit man to kill another cheerleader mom? wackos!

My sister was right.  This book should be required reading for any teenager out there.  Casey should have been heard and supported in her situation and it almost cost her everything that she had in the end.

The one thing about the romance in the story…I didn’t get the attraction at first with Troy.  I mean, really?  The age difference was gross but when I thought about it afterwards, it made sense.  It was Cass not Casey anymore.  This story was as much about Cass as it was about Casey.





Liza O’Connor is a nut.

Not a real nut, but she is prone to being a smart ass at times, and not surprisingly her heroines say odd and inappropriate things in her book, as well. So even in a suspense novel you can expect to laugh along the way. That’s because Liza loves to see humor in the crazy world around her.

Saving Casey was actually the first book Liza published. Having recently reclaimed her rights to the book, she is happily re-publishing it as her 18th book. And because her books sell better when in a series, she using Saving Casey to kick off a new series called Requires Rescue. It will be different from her other series where the same characters show up in each book. This series will be about strong women who are trying to go it alone, only when help is offered, they have the good sense to accept the helping hand, because, in all of our lives, there will come a time you need someone else to help you. Being strong doesn’t make us invincible. Book 1 is Casey/Cass’ story. Book 2 will be about an entirely different young woman who desperately needs help before she’s murdered on the streets of NYC. Book 3, well the plot is super unique, and more books will follow.

You’ll be able to read the series in any order you want, but in each case, you’ll have a strong young woman, a guy stepping up to help when no one else does, and danger galore with humor stuffed in anywhere I can.

I hope you’ll come along with me so you can laugh, love, and get revenge.





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