Happy Book Birthday to Defiant Temptation (Harden #3) by Lynn Stookes w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @Lynn_Stookes

Title: Defiant Temptation
Series: Harden #3
Author: Lynn Stookes
Genre: Adult, Suspense Romance
Published: March 24, 2017

Harper Andrews hasn’t had it easy; abandoned by her mother, dated a scheming boyfriend, and fought for her father’s life against cancer. But she’s always prevailed, until now when her world seems to be falling apart.

Tristan Page never loses control; not at the death and reemergence of his sister’s cheating husband, the attack on her life, or even when his company seems to be failing. He’s always in command of his actions until one woman threatens to make his world spiral.

Tristan plays on Harper’s last nerve.

Harper tries Tristan’s patience and self-control.

Forced together, in a search for her mother, they battle their attraction for one another. Harper wants him. Tristan wants what he can’t have.

Can they defy temptation or will their explosive chemistry set them on a path for self-destruction?

 


Defiant Temptation Excerpt © Lynn Stookes 2017
“What ya’ doing man?” Blake questions.
“Working on a case,” I fib. I am working on a case, but he doesn’t need to know it involves waiting outside Harper’s campus while she finishes her classes.
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah,” I pause. What does he know? “Why? What’s up?”
“Oh, you know, nothing,” he chuckles. “Mrs. Nelson stopped by the station today.”
“Yeah? Everything okay with her?”
“She’s perfectly fine,” his voice cracks with a laugh.
Sawyer’s voice booms over the line, “Is that Tristan?”
“Yes.” I hear shuffling in the background.
“You asking about Mrs. Nelson?”
“I’m trying to if you would shut your mouth,” Blake retorts.
“Put it on speaker,” Sawyer demands.
“Such a demanding little shit,” Blake mumbles.
“But you love me anyway.”
“If you didn’t make Dani happy, I’d probably find a dark hole for you.”
I chuckle at the banter between two of my best friends. We’ve always had an easy friendship, even though our lives couldn’t be more different. Blake has a large loving family; I just have Kylie, and now Dani; Sawyer has an alcoholic father he doesn’t see much. Such different upbringings, but we’ve always been close. Even after years away, it was easy to pick up where we left off.
“Hey, Tristan,” Sawyer says into the phone.
“What the hell do you want?” I counter, dreading what they have to say. If it has to do with Mrs. Nelson, it’s nothing good.
“Like I was saying, we had a visit from Mrs. Nelson today,” Blake explains.
“Yeah, so?”
Sawyer chuckles, “She had a story to tell us.” Another laugh bursts from him. “She wanted us to talk to you.”
“About?”
“About your discretion.” Blake joins in the laughter.
“Discretion?” Confusion runs through me. I have no clue what the old bird is talking about.
“She saw you and Harper pull out of Harry’s place early this morning,” Blake explains.
“Too early for anything pure,” Sawyer snorts. “And your devious ways will get Ms. Innocent Harper into trouble. You better make an honest woman of her.”
That damn old woman. What the hell is she doing? Watching my every move? I remain quiet, hoping they’ll move on, but knowing better.
“Is it true?” Blake asks, trying to contain his amusement.
“What?”
“Are your devious ways corrupting the innocent Harper?” Sawyer questions.
“No!” I shout, frustration rushing through my veins.
“Banks wasn’t happy when he heard the news from Mrs. Nelson,” Blake comments.
“Apparently, it wasn’t the first time she caught you in a compromising position with Harper,” Sawyer adds.
“Something about you leaving her apartment after an afternoon nookie session.”
They’re ganging up on me. I’m never going to hear the end of this unless I shut them down.
“For the last fucking time, there’s nothing happening with Harper. I got suckered into giving her a ride this morning by Harry,” I say, and to make sure my point is made, I add, “Why would I waste my time with a girl like her? She probably doesn’t even know what to do with a dick. Have you looked at her? She has virgin written all over her face.” The words make my stomach curl, but I need them to drop it. “Besides, she’s not even that cute. I like my woman with curves. Harper is a walking stick. It’d be like fucking a board.”
The small gasp behind me has me instantly regretting my words.
“Gotta go,” I say into the phone and put it in my pocket without waiting for a response. Slowly, I turn.
Harper stands before me, a flaming beauty, seething with anger. Her gorgeous red hair is in a tight ponytail, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Fuck.
“Harper,” I whisper, reaching for her.
She takes a step back, holding her books close to her chest.
“I…uh…” I stutter, trying to think of an excuse. “I never meant for you to hear that.”
I definitely said the wrong thing because a notebook barrels towards my head. I quickly duck, avoiding it, but not quick enough to dodge a textbook hitting me in the eye.
“Fuck!”
I reach up, grabbing my eye as the book hits the ground, breaking the seam, pages flying away. She threw books at me. Hard. I look at Harper with my good eye. Her hand is on her chest, shock on her face.
“Are you happy now, Harper?”
“I didn’t…” she begins.
“Didn’t plan on throwing a book at my fucking face?” I growl. “Didn’t plan on acting like a child?”
I take a menacing step towards her, and she quickly retreats, a hand keeping distance between us.
“What, Harper? Don’t tell me you’re scared because you heard something you didn’t want to hear. The truth.”
If I’m going to be a dick, might as well go all in, right?
Harper hisses. “Screw you, Tristan Page! You’re nothing but a chauvinistic dick. I don’t know why I ever wanted you!” She pokes my chest, emphasizing each word. “You’ve made it abundantly clear that you are…you are…”
“Come on, little girl,” I egg on. “Spit it out. What am I?”
Her amber eyes meet mine, dancing like they’re on fire. Fuck if her pissed off isn’t hotter than shit. I seriously screwed up. Her breathing is heavy and ragged, pushing her small but perfect breasts towards me, barely brushing my chest.
“You are,” she pauses, “Nothing. You’re absolutely nothing, Tristan Page.”
She tries to walk away, but I pull her arm, forcing her between me and the truck.
“Nothing?” I question, her words hitting too close to home. “Really?”
Her breath hitches, arousal dancing in her eyes. Before I can stop myself, my mouth is on hers, brutally taking what I want. I nip at her lips, begging her to let me in. I move my hand from her hip, tracing her skin until I brush the swell of her breast. She gasps, allowing me the entrance I crave. I sweep in, devouring her sweet taste, knowing I could easily get addicted.
Harper whimpers when I push her against the hood. My body is so rigid that I literally ache. My erection rubs against her stomach, and I lift her, wanting our bodies to match up. Her leg wraps around my waist. I rock into her, but distant whistles and cat calls filter through my lust induced haze.
Harper must hear them, too, because she pulls back, breaking the best fucking kiss of my life. Avoiding her eyes, I look around at an audience. People even have their fucking phones out, taking pictures and videos.
“Shit.”

 

Lynn Stookes was born and raised in the amazing state of Texas, where she currently resides with her husband of five years. They have one rambunctious four year old son and three furry children, who create the chaos she couldn’t live without.

One day, Lynn took her passion (maybe obsession is more apt) for romance books and mystery shows and wrote her first romantic suspense novel, Fatal Obsession, Book 1 in the Harden Series.

When Lynn isn’t writing or working her day job, you can find her reading on her Kindle, spending time with her family and friends, or playing on Facebook. She loves running, coffee, and country music in no particular order.

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Excerpt from Casket Girl (a Mystic novel #2) by Maggie Mae Gallagher w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

Casket Girl

by Maggie Mae Gallagher

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GENRE: Paranormal Romantic Suspense

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BLURB:

All he wants is to find a killer…

FBI Special Agent Josh Blake has seen some bizarre cases in his day. His latest case is one for the record books. He has multiple homicides, corpses drained of every ounce of blood, and no suspects. When rumors surface that the French Quarter may be hiding an insidious monster bent on drenching the streets in dead bodies, he must suspend logic and place his trust in the mystical.

She wants a fresh start…

Isabelle Toussánt left her family home in the bayou five year ago, cutting all ties with her abusive whiskey swilling stepfather, to forge a new life in the French Quarter. Now a successful business owner of Madam Toussánt’s Mystical Gifts in Jackson Square, and a Seer with voodoo roots. The foundation of her new life shatters when one of her employee’s winds up dead and she is dragged into a deadly game where she becomes the target of a serial killer.

A passion neither expected…

Determined to stop the brutal slayings, Josh must rely on the beautiful Isabelle who makes him question everything he has ever known about life and death all while surrendering to a desire hotter than a Bayou night. When Isabelle disappears without a trace, with tourists flocking to the party capital for Halloween, and the body count continues to mount, Josh will be forced to push beyond the boundaries of what he thinks is possible and rescue the woman he loves before it’s too late.

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Excerpt Two:

Isabelle didn’t know what to make of Agent Blake. Other than he was the poster boy for the all-American hunk. His face was all hard planes and angles. Jaw lined with stubble a shade or so darker than his dirty-blond hair. Nose had a slight bend to it like it had been broken at one time. Thick eyebrows above eyes the color of Lake Pontchartrain at dusk with tiny squint lines that crinkled at the corners. His eyes were weary with exhaustion, like today was just another day in the long line of how cruel people could be to other people.

He was a hard man. His full lips were pressed into a firm line, and Isabelle wondered when was the last time he smiled. He wasn’t cold exactly, more that he’d learned how to keep his emotions in check and behind a brick wall. He was solid like a mountain, immovable from his stance but withstanding everything that came his way. If Isabelle wanted to know what made the agent tick, she’d have to violate her code of ethics and perform a deeper read on him without his consent, and she wouldn’t, not even for him, as that would cross way too many ethical boundaries. He sat stiffly on the small padded chair as she took a seat opposite him. It put the crystal ball between them, and she wondered what she would see about him if she took a moment to gaze.

She tasted a hurt with her psyche. One he’d buried deep and used to shield himself, but it was tinged with the flavor of loneliness. A deep-in-the-bone loneliness. Like he’d been chewed up and spit out by life many times, but he kept on rising each time. That took guts and courage, which made him rather fascinating. Courage of the heart and soul was a rare trait.

“What can I do for you, Agent Blake?” She folded her hands in her lap and did her best to ignore his scrutinizingly intense stare as he analyzed her. She wondered what he saw when he looked at her. By his unrepentant sneer at her crystal ball, he gave the distinct impression that he didn’t believe in the mystical spirit world. This was not a man to trifle with unexplained phenomena, but one who never blurred the lines between right and wrong. There were no shades of gray for him. And yet, an unbidden image of him blossomed in her mind of him laughing—deep booming laughter, the kind that transformed a person from merely attractive to heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Witnessing the joy, even within the scope of a vision, and his potential for it stirred her in ways she hadn’t felt in years, if ever.

“Call me Josh,” he said and placed his notepad on the table with a blank sheet, a pen gripped in his hand. She’d bet he had been a perfect student as a child.

So, he was going to play the good cop with honey to see if she’d tell him all her deep, dark secrets.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

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#Review of Beginner’s Luck (The O’Briens #1) by Corrine Scott w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

Beginner’s Luck

by Corinne Scott

 

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GENRE: romantic suspense

 

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BLURB:

 

Eoin O’Brien is a police detective, despite his da’s wish that he run the family pub. His wife left him 3 years ago when he thwarted her dream to work in an art gallery. Now Vivian is back. After her gallery and her life are threatened, their paths cross again. Part of what drove her away was Eoin’s need for control. If Eoin lets her fend for herself, can he win her back and still keep her safe?

 

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Excerpt One:

 

He was a stupid man. What right did he have to tell someone not to touch Vivian? But when he’d walked in and seen her in another man’s arms, he’d gone completely Cro-Magnon. All he wanted to do was rip her from the man’s arms, haul her over his shoulder, drag her back to his cave, and have his way with her. He wasn’t like that. Eoin had never been jealous in his life.

 

Until Viv. Always Viv.

 

She pushed and pulled at him in every way imaginable without even trying. His reaction to her would always be the same; he knew that now. Viv was a part of his soul and he was fucking it up.

 

“Wife?” The man holding her repeated, looking at Viv.

 

The man still did not drop his arms from her waist, Eoin noted. “Yes, wife. Now get your damn hands off her.” Why couldn’t he keep his effing mouth shut?

 

“You married a Paddy, Vivian?”

 

“Limey bastard!” Eoin lurched forward, ready to brawl when Viv stepped between them.

 

“Really, Eoin? I haven’t seen you in three years and all of a sudden you’re barging in and laying claim?”

 

“Do I need to go, Vivi?” Avery asked.

 

“Vivi? What the hell?” Eoin stepped forward again. He was really going to kill this gowl. Vivian put another hand to his chest, stopping him immediately.

 

“Avery, would you mind coming back later? I appreciate you stopping by, and I do need the help with the gallery, but I have to talk to Eoin first.”

 

Another author has snuck up on me.  Yes, another one.  I love finding them because now she has me hooked on the O’Brien’s of New York and I honestly don’t know how long I’m going to have to wait for the next book in the series.  Yes, this book is that good.  I love a good family saga series and this one has started off with a bang.   

A big, loud and loving Irish family from the old country, Limerick to be told.  Sibling rivalry that almost unravels a marriage, a career and not mention the patriarch almost dying.  Then for good measure, good old fashioned Irish guilt.  I’m telling you, dear readers, this book has everything that you want.  A hero and heroine to cheer for, siblings that you will come to love, in-laws that mean well and not to mention a suspense element that at one time was forgotten until it just to rears back up again and I never saw the twist coming nor the outcome.   Oh and humor.  Yes, there is lots of good Irish humor.  

Why do I keep going on about the Irish angle in the book?  Because I’m Irish and Ms. Scott has written a book that doesn’t make fun of the Irish but shows the real side of the Irish.  Realistically set in New York, with a family that came over from the old country with already two sons, and had 3 more kids.  A dad and his brother that have a rivalry that makes sense but at the same time almost destroy’s the family and a marriage.

Eion, the oldest and hero is just so ….  *swoon*  Nothing makes my knickers get in a twist than an Irish hero.  Seriously.  Eion is just as stubborn as any Irish male but he makes up for it in his love for Viv.  Oh course, he messes up, royally in fact, but it’s that deep love that he feels for her that got me every time he messed up.  Viv is just as strong.  When she walked, it was because of non-communication on both of their parts and now, it’s the struggle of really finding their way back to each other.

Don’t go into this book thinking there will be lots of smexy times.  Honestly, it’s more on the sweet/sensual side but guess what?  This book didn’t need it.  This book is about two people that are so in love with each other, stubborn to a fault and trying to find their way back to each other and having that love grow stronger.  Sex is messy, dirty and complicates things.  Eion and Viv didn’t need that in their story.

I know that I’ve written a bunch about the book and you just need to read this gem of a book.  I will definitely be reading the rest of this series.  I’ve GOT  to know about Niall and Lola.  Lord, every time they were together, you were laughing but also, felt the sexual tension ratcheted up 1000.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Corinne Scott was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. Her parents were teachers, so of course she grew up to be a teacher as well, proving that the apple does not fall too far from the tree. Corinne has a bachelor’s degree from Texas State University and a master’s from the University of North Texas. She is passionate about books, which led her to her current occupation as a librarian and now author. Beginner’s Luck is her second novel, and the first in a series about the O’Briens of New York. Her first novel was Lover’s Oak.

 

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http://www.amazon.com/Beginners-Luck-OBriens-Corinne-Scott/dp/1603813810/

 

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