Book Tour ~ Touched by the Sandman

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BOOK INFORMATION

Title – Touched by the Sandman
Author – Beverly Ovalle
Genre – Erotic Paranormal
Publication Date – March 20, 2014
Length (Pages/# Words) – 34
Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group
Cover Artist – Boroughs Publishing Group

 

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BOOK SYNOPOSIS

~A lonely woman’s torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~

The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.

She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?

He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.

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EXCERPT

The darkness blurred and shimmered, bringing to life a man of moonlight and darkness: Aryne.

Before him Aryne could see her, lying in bed, tears of loneliness staining her pillow. She made his heart ache. He softly stepped to her side. His hand touched her face and gently pushed back her hair. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, turning her dreams from sadness to joy. Her body arched toward his touch as the skim of his hand, the heat of his skin traced the edges of her curves. He stepped back…and then within the shimmer of dreams disappeared.

Night after night her loneliness cried to him. Unable to resist, he came to her. Subtly he inserted himself into her dreams, into her arms. Aryne knew it was wrong. As a guide, his job was to bring sweet, peaceful dreams. But no one affected him like she had. He was unable to resist comforting her, drawing her into his arms, covering her body with his…but only in her dreams. There Aryne stole the passion from her lips, igniting an ache in his body that would not go away.

Touching her shattered him. He knew instinctively that her touch would be his downfall. Her touch could keep him here in this splinter of his world, isolated as all of the Outcasts were. Generations had gone by; those exiled had died long ago, their children mixing amongst the races of the universe.

He had tried to stay away, fearing this. He was adrift, swept away, drowning in her passion, breaths away from losing himself. Giving in, acknowledging the power she unknowingly had over him would condemn him, keep him here if she was unable to travel to his world. Very few could navigate between worlds. And this world would drain his power rather than enhance it. Even the short time he spent there took its toll on him, the drain only in abeyance when he was in her arms. Try as he might, he could not resist her siren call. Only by controlling her and the passion between them could he make sure that he would not become lost. Lost in her. Trapped forever in her world.

He had done his best, gentling her to his hand, to his control. She knew the unspoken rules, knew the consequences. He played them out in her dreams, a dark symphony of passion and restraint. Perhaps unforgivable for a guide, but he could not resist. And just her body was no longer enough. Eventually he would capture her heart and soul.

A man of shadows, it would be during the midnight hours of her slumber.

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AUTHOR BIO

 

Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.

Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.

Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.

 

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New Release ~ The Heist ~ Adriana Kraft

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July, 2014

B&B Publishing

ASIN:  B00LNE7366

Romantic Suspense, 81,000 words

Heat rating: Three Flames (Warnings: explicit sex, m/f; light bdsm; sex toys)

 

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A heist? A murder? It’s villain’s choice.

 

A special-order art theft? Tedious, but seamless – until small town museum director Kara Daniels calls in the experts. Furious her favorite trio of priceless impressionist paintings has been stolen from its traveling exhibit on her watch, Kara is determined to save not only the paintings, but her future in the art world. She’ll stop at nothing to entrap the thief.

 

Ted Springs knows the underbelly of the criminal world a little closer than he might like—but he’s turned it to good advantage, first as a police officer, and now as detective for the Upper Midwest Arts Council. His job? To guarantee the security of the valuable paintings in the Council’s traveling exhibits.

 

Heat sizzles when Ted and Kara collide—can they work together, before it’s too late?

 

 

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Five stars at Goodreads: “The sex is hot and I loved the phone sex scenes. Never did I expect the ending. It was brilliant. The Heist is a winner!” Sheila G.

 

Five stars at Amazon: “Very hot…engaging, entertaining, funny and serious, well written and extremely enjoyable to read.” Donna H.  “From the start, the perspective of Kara, the museum’s director and the thieves are cleverly interwoven…  rich in detail…   held my interest and kept me reading forward.” Gaele

 

EXCERPT

“I and my staff have already done fairly thorough background checks on all the museum employees,” Ted said.

“Oh.” Kara scowled. “I’m not sure I like that.”

“But you expected it?”

“Of course. At some point.”

“I believe in being efficient. Even before certain added incentives.”

“I can always change my mind. I don’t know a thing about you.”

“You know enough. I have large hands.” Ted chuckled when she winced. “I’ve worked for the Upper Midwest Arts Council for five years.”

“And before that?”

“I was a Chicago cop.”

“Oh.”

“I went into the army right out of high school and completed my BA degree at U.I.C. while on the force. Funny, isn’t it? While you were working on your MA at the University of Chicago, I was patrolling the streets of Hyde Park and South Chicago.”

“Really?”

“That’s right.”

“Maybe we bumped into each other.”

“I highly doubt that. I wouldn’t forget bumping into you. Remember?”

“Oh, right.” Kara’s flush returned.

 

the Heist AdrianaABOUT ADRIANA KRAFT

 

Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair has published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

 

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Planning a heist

 

Our latest release, The Heist, got its start on a rainy Monday a while back, when hubs and I attended a behind-the-scenes tour at our small Iowa town’s exquisite art museum. A new exhibit was about to open, and we were treated to detailed descriptions of the process of locating and ordering traveling exhibits, shipping them, storing them, uncrating them, hanging them, insuring their safety, and repacking them.

 

You must know by now that hubs is a criminologist  by profession. It didn’t take us long to be looking for vulnerable spots in the museum’s process, and by the end of the day, with a little internet research on the high stakes world of stolen paintings, we had our basic plot sketched out.

 

Our next problem was—what painting should be stolen? Clearly, we couldn’t go with an existing well-known piece of art. We opted to create The Three Maids, an entirely fictional trio of medium sized Impressionist portraits, based on what we knew about Monet, Manet, Renoir, Caillebotte, and the women they painted. We’ve put so much detail into the paintings’ descriptions that I keep expecting to see them when I enter an Impressionist display. If no one has painted them yet, I definitely think someone should!

 

I’ll leave the details of how the actual heist was planned, carried out, and (we hope) foiled for readers to discover—we hope you enjoy reading The Heist as much as we enjoyed creating it!

 

 

Book Spotlight – Every Inferno – Johanna Parkhurst

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Blurb for Every Inferno:

Depressed. Defiant. Possible alcoholic. These are just a few of the terms used to describe fifteen-year-old Jacob Jasper Jones. Lately, though, JJ has a new one to add to the list: detective. He’s been having strange dreams about the fire that killed his parents ten years ago, and he thinks he finally has the clue to catching the arsonist who destroyed his family.

A murder investigation isn’t the only thing the dreams trigger for JJ, though. They also lead to secret meetings with his estranged sister, an unlikely connection with a doctor who lost his daughter in the fire, and a confusing friendship with McKinley, a classmate of JJ’s who seems determined to help him solve the mystery.

All JJ wants is to shake the problems that have followed him since that fire, and he’s convinced he must catch the arsonist to do it. But as JJ struggles to find the culprit, he sees there’s more than one mystery in his life he needs to solve.

 

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Excerpt from the new novel Every Inferno!
JJ’s got a lot of mysteries in his life…and now McKinley, a random students from his writing class, has decided that JJ should try to solve the biggest one.

JJ frowned. “Listen, McKinley, I was drunk, okay? I don’t even remember what I was saying. So can we just drop it?” He grabbed his backpack and stood.
McKinley crossed his arms. “No.”
“Excuse me?”
“No. Listen, JJ, everyone in Moreville remembers that fire. It’s a really big deal. And then you start talking about how you might know the guy who did it or something? You can’t just decide not to tell me the rest of that. I mean, you’re not the only one who loves a good mystery.”
JJ snorted. You’d like them a lot less if you lived through mine, he thought. “Whatever.”
But McKinley kept his arms crossed and his eyes on JJ. “JJ, I’m already taking a really big chance on you, letting you show up to my sessions with Penny like this. So if you want to keep this arrangement going, you gotta trust me too.” His mouth stretched into a half smile.
JJ blinked. “Are you… blackmailing me?
McKinley waved that off. “Only a little. And JJ, I’m really not doing it to be an asshole or something. I do want to get to know you better. I think you’re an interesting guy.” He patted the seat next to him.
JJ shook his head and sat back down. “I’ll tell you a little,” he finally compromised. “But I’m still not gay, okay?”
McKinley studied him with that same half smile. “JJ, methinks you are starting to protest too much.”
JJ just rolled his eyes.
He ended up filling McKinley in on the same basic details of the dream. McKinley nodded as JJ talked, looking more interested when he got to the specific details of what the tattoo looked like.
“They even did a sketch of it?”
“Yeah. They sent it out to the tattoo shops and whatever. So far, nothing.”
McKinley nodded. “Dude, that sucks. So what are you gonna do now?”
“About what?” JJ was puzzled.
“To find the arsonist. You know, solve the mystery.” McKinley gestured at the novel on JJ’s lap.
“You think I should look for the guy?”
McKinley shrugged. “I dunno. Just kind of seems like you’re all about mysteries and stuff. Plus, even if the police are looking into the tattoo, there’s no way it can be their first priority. That fire happened a decade ago. I thought someone who created an arson investigator as the key character in his writing would be all about finding an arsonist he’s dreaming about. “
“How do you know about Detective Finch?” JJ was appalled.
McKinley shrugged. “You have your mysteries, I have mine.”
“That’s… private! I told you, I’m really private!” JJ sputtered.
“Yes. Yes, you are.” McKinley nodded earnestly.
JJ was speechless.
“Seriously,” McKinley continued, “you seem all about this detective stuff. So why not give it a go? I’m not suggesting you charge into dangerous back alleys or something. But this is a small town. There’s gotta be something about that tattoo we could look into.”
“We?”
McKinley shrugged. “JJ, I’m not gonna lie. I’m a little bored these days. It’s not like there’s a lot of dating prospects for a guy like me in this Podunk town, and I’m sick of spending every weekend either drinking in a field or going to the town’s one bowling alley. Even Twitter’s boring right now. Our school’s classes are way too easy.” He smiled. “I asked you about the stuff you were spewing in the field that night because it seemed like it might be interesting. And it turns out I was right.”
JJ found that he was still speechless.
“Look, think about it, okay? I know you’ll be at Penny’s next tutoring session. We can talk about it then.” And with that, he punched JJ lightly in the shoulder and left.
JJ was pretty sure his mouth was wide open. And he still couldn’t come up with a single thing to say—not that there was anyone there to say it to, anyway.

 

 

On the Road with SCP- Embrace Amidst the Orange Blossoms- Louise Roberts

 

 

Embrace Amidst Orange Blossoms
Blurb:

It is the spring of 1622. Soldiers are arriving at the port of Seville from a gruelling war in the Netherlands. Amongst them Don Iago
Borja, heir to the Estates of the Villa Sant’Angelo near the village of Cullera in the province of Valencia in eastern Spain. After a five year absence Iago is anxious to return home.

He is pleased to find his uncle’s ship the Santa Theresa in the harbor and more so when he is told he is sailing for
Valencia. As the ship departs, Iago is delighted on discovering his uncle’s beautiful daughter, Elena, is also aboard.

However the scars of battle and a mental conflict of loyalty with his uncle have Iago wondering if love with Elena is possible?

Will Iago’s inner demons prove to be too large an obstacle or will he be able to overcome his feelings of guilt?

Author bio:

Louise Roberts was born in Alexandria, Egypt in August 1951 to British parents by Maltese descent. Following the Suez Crisis in November
1956 her parents were compelled to abandon their assets and home, and leave the country as political refugees. Louise grew up and was educated in London, England and has always held a passion for history and English Literature.

In 1988 she immigrated to Sydney, Australia and presently lives with her family in the northern bushland suburb of Berowra, which is
located just south of the Hawkesbury River.

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Excerpt 1
Laughing and music emerged from various tavernas which were scattered along the waterfront, but to her, the sounds seemed muted as she slipped in and out of her own private thoughts. She wondered about the future and what her Valencian
family was like. She had heard about them from her father, and now she longed to meet them, especially Dorotea who was of similar age.
A sudden noise made her turn around. The crew had begun to make the ship ready for their departure at midnight when high tide was expected. Men were running up the ratlines to the yards. The Bosun was calling out instructions, as men ran
barefoot for ‘ad and aft carrying bits of nautical equipment. Provisions were being brought up from the quay in large nets and were lowered into the hold by men pulling ropes which had been strung up through pulleys suspended from mast
jibs. There were barrels of fresh water and casks of wine, barrels of salted fish, sacks of flour and grain, boxes of fruit and vegetables.
Elena was slowly becoming dizzy by all the activity, and although she wished to return to the safety of her cabin, she did not dare to move for fear of being knocked over by any of the mariners who were rushing about. If only her father would
rescue her, as captain of the ship however he was far too busy somewhere else.
She turned back to face the town, at least psychologically, it provided her with a temporary sanctuary from the hectic madness about her. She had been aboard since late afternoon when her grandparents had accompanied their granddaughter
to their son-in-law’s vessel. Don Gregario had arrived a mere two days previously to arrange for his daughter, Elena, to accompany him to their family’s property in Cullera in the province of Valencia.
As she stared into the darkness she could see two men who appeared to be arguing. One of them seemed relatively young, perhaps not much older than herself. She could vaguely make out that he was well attired, and looked like one of the soldiers she and her grandfather had seen in the port a few days before. From what she could make out he appeared tall though of a stocky muscular build. The other man was much older and more rugged. He was looking over the young man’s horse.
She surmised they must be arguing over a price for the animal.Finally after a great deal of gesticulations on the part of the older man the transaction seemed to conclude. The young man rubbed the horse’s nose as if to say farewell. After removing the saddle and bags from its back, he swung them over his own shoulder, his distinct posture buckling from their weight.
As the rugged man moved away leading his new acquisition, she saw the younger man trudge up the gang plank onto the ship. Curiosity and unexpected excitement gripped her, making her heart race. She edged forward, leaning over the
guardrail enabling her to glance amidships. Elena followed his progress as he stepped on board. Light from several lanterns which had been secured to the main mast shone onto the stranger.
She saw the Bosun stop momentarily from his duties and walk over to him. They seemed genuinely pleased to meet as they wrapped their arms about each other in a friendly hug. Another old mariner also approached his voice loud amongst the
bustle of surrounding sounds to offer a welcome and to assist the young man with his baggage. Their exchanges were jovial and Elena could hear them laughing at some inaudible comment. She watched the Bosun shake the young man’s
hand before he returned to his duties.
Elena froze as the stranger and the old sailor walked toward where she was standing. As they approached, she could now see that she had been right in her assessment of his height and build, but now she could also make out he had certain handsome features. Her eyes remained fixed on him as they came nearer to the doorway which led to the cabins beneath the stern quarterdeck. Although she had thought he had not seen her, when they arrived at the entrance, he stopped, looked up
at her, removed his hat in a sweeping motion, and bowed low.
Even though it was just a mere instant that their eyes had met in the dim light, she could feel a strong sensuality about him which sent ripples of pleasure through her skin and her nipples hardened. Her breathing became shallower. She felt a warm wetness between her thighs and her pulse quickened when she saw his face clearly in the light of the doorway lantern. Although he was smiling at her, she sensed something was not quite what it seemed. The uncertainty of her earlier carnal reaction made her shiver as though cold, making her long for the warmth of her cabin. Elena downcast her eyes and made a simple short curtsey in response. When she looked up again, he was gone.
 

On the Road with SCP- The Secret Life of Richard Mc Coy- Karen Kennedy Samoranos

 

Sally Eldridge was confident, savvy and competitive, excelling in the male-dominated field of Grand Prix sport bike racing until a life-shattering accident severely damaged her body and psyche. Twenty-seven years of marriage to Richard McCoy served as a buffer from life’s uncertainty. Over time, she surrendered self-reliance to Richard’s control.
Life changes abruptly when Richard dies while on a business trip. Overwhelmed by the devastating loss, Sally is forced to relearn skills she relinquished during marriage to a willful man. She initially accepts Richard’s death until shocking details emerge that upend thirty years. She uncovers his covert life of sexual affairs, illegitimate children, and hidden assets in an obscure corporation.
Her investigation exposes her to one man desperate enough to kill her, and another who has been in love with Sally for a decade.
To take control of her future, Sally must expose every truth, even if it means risking her life in the process. 
Excerpt 
 “Mrs. McCoy, if you’re hell-bent on selling then why not sell only forty-nine percent of the winery to your employees and retain control of fifty-one percent?”
“Why not?” she said, futilely trying to put aside her oversexed drama.
She was relieved Vic Callahan hadn’t asked to sleep with her, though she was disappointed that he wouldn’t be servicing her physical needs. What a perfect arrangement it would be, a virile man at her disposal and too past his prime to demand carnal access to her morning, noon, and night, like a sex-crazed college student. Not that she’d mind, but—
“Mrs. McCoy, are you all right?” Vic asked, because her eyes had a faraway quality, and her cheeks were flushed.
“Yes. I’m fine,” she said, annoyed with her sexual single-mindedness. She imagined the expression of idiocy on her face. She couldn’t support her cause as a widow with wherewithal by behaving as though she had brain damage, when all she needed was a vigorous roll in the hay.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Callahan, I am considering your suggestion. It actually makes a lot of sense financially.”
“Thank you, Mrs. McCoy. Seems to me companies do better when they’re employee owned. And this way, you’d still get to keep major control of the winery.”
“It’s a very intelligent idea,” she agreed. She pushed away from the table, and stood, feeling the heat disperse from her inner thighs. She hoped he wouldn’t pick up on her horniness from his side of the room.
Vic got up quickly, and placed his hat on his head.
“Thank you, ma’am. Now, if I were you, thinking about selling a share of my winery, I’d pay for a smart attorney to keep in my pocket, one that’s versed in corporate law, to make sure I don’t get screwed.”
Screwed. She burned at that word intoned in Vic’s voice, and involuntarily licked her lips.
He smiled again, and she clenched her teeth to keep from reacting on a physical level. The man spoke with care in low tones and she supposed his face would eventually look like soft leather from years of exposure to the sun and wind. But at this age, he was attractive, his eyes sharp, and mannerisms infinitely seductive. That physically conditioned body of his was…well, beautiful came to mind, though she figured a man would be less inclined to consider this description of his own physique acceptable.
She decided he was sexy then, a must-ride. She could feel herself getting wet at the mere thought of straddling Vic Callahan buckaroo, draped across his willing hips, and feeling the smooth stroking of a stiff cock that surely must match his lithe, ageless build. Maybe he would grip her waist with those strong hands, encircling her naked buttocks, and draw her in.
She let her eyes rove, taking in his broad shoulders and wide chest, curving into muscled loins and a round posterior, a body a woman could enjoy in an erotic sense, even if the man who owned it seemed impervious to love. They were matched closely in height. The thought of kissing a man as enticing as Vic with a mere tilt of the chin made her heart pound. She wondered how his whiskers would feel brushing across her nipples and imagined pulling him in by his narrow hips, wrapping her legs around him while he thrust into her, uttering primal groans of pleasure in her ear.
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When not writing, Karen Kennedy Samoranos co-manages a music education business in the Bay Area with her husband, Clifford, focusing on jazz theory and live stage performance for children ages 5 through 18. She has four adult children, and four young grandchildren. In her off hours, she hikes, and is an avid fisherman, and motorcyclist (both dirt and street), and an advocate for regular exercise, red wine and whole foods.

 

 

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Book Spotlight- Matching Wits With Venus – Therese Gilardi

Matching Wits with Venus coverFor centuries, Cupid has longed to be more than Venus’s arrow boy. When he’s sent to eliminate “Happily Ever After by Amelia”, the matchmaking business threatening Venus’s status as the goddess of love, Cupid decides to steal Amelia’s methods and make his own matches. While spying on Amelia, Cupid accidentally shoots himself with his magical arrow and falls in love with her. But bereaved Amelia doesn’t believe in the existence of Roman gods, and she’s certainly not looking for romance. She’s too busy perfecting the patented personality profile that’s made her Hollywood’s favorite matchmaker. Disguising himself as a mortal financial advisor, Cupid manages to break through Amelia’s guarded exterior. As their passion deepens so does Cupid’s guilt about deceiving Amelia. Cupid’s interference with Amelia’s life causes her business to falter, leads to a sterile spring that threatens the animal kingdom and shatters the longstanding peace between the Roman and Greek gods. With the fate of the natural and under worlds at stake, Cupid must decide whether to reveal his true identity and risk losing the chance to live happily ever after with Amelia.

EXCERPT: 
            Inside the ocher palazzo Venus flicked her cream colored scarf over her slender shoulders as she peered through the ultra powerful telescope she had trained on “Happily Ever After by Amelia”.
            “You have to do something about that woman or before you know it they’ll be tearing down all those statues of me and calling her the goddess of love.”
            Venus turned away from the window and looked at her son. Cupid was sitting on the edge of a pink silk sofa, a thick clutch of papers between his muscular hands. 
            “If you’d just take a look at these spreadsheets, I think you’ll see I’ve discovered a way to streamline everything. I’ll be able to shoot twice the arrows in half the time if I don’t have to keep backtracking. All you have to do is make your matches in a more geo-centric manner.”
            Venus held up her manicured hand.
            “When I want your advice I’ll sake for it.”
            “Mother, please. I’ve given a lot of thought as to how we can modernize, maybe even….”
            “Modernize?”
            Venus stared at her son, who was looking back at her with eyes the color of Lake Como. He opened his mouth again, revealing the slight chip on his front tooth. It was the only flaw on his perfectly proportioned face.
            “I don’t want to hear any more of this nonsense. Where are your arrows?”
            Cupid shook his head in disgust and tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, whose planks were made of wood imported from Italy.
Cupid! Where’s your quiver? Now listen to me. I want you to shoot this Amelia with the most powerful arrow you’ve got.”
Bio: Therese Gilardi is a novelist, poet and essayist obsessed with blue cameos, Irish pub music and the Paris metro. Therese’s poems, essays and short fiction have appeared in “Literary Mama”, “The Mom Egg Review”, “Punchnel’s”, “Onthebus” and numerous other print and online publications. Therese’s paranormal romance, “Matching Wits With Venus” was released by Astraea Press and is available in print, online and audio formats. Therese is huge fan of Instagram (theresegilardimotheroftheband) and on Twitter and Facebook.

Review- Her Forever Cowboy- Donna Michaels

herforevercowboyHER FOREVER COWBOY
Harland County Series/Book 4: Kevin
83,000 words
Heat index: Hot

Single mother Shayla Ryan is tired of running, and longs to put down roots to create a stable environment for her baby girl and her younger sister. Having grown up with the opposite, she’s determined to raise her daughter right, and Harland County holds a lot of appeal. Too much appeal, in the form of a Casanova cowboy with eye-catching good looks and easy charm. It was time to settle down, create a forever home, and despite the fact the sexy cowboy interferes with her pulse, he’s made it perfectly clear he’s allergic to forever.

If there’s one thing software company vice president, Kevin Dalton loves more than puzzles, it’s women. Size, shape, race doesn’t matter as long as they don’t want a relationship. Been there, done that. He’s not looking to repeat the past, and happy to remain single. Until two beautiful redheads drop him to his knees—one with her cutie-pie smile, the other with her elbow. Too bad the elbow-toting beauty was both hot and puzzling. A killer combination too strong to resist. So he doesn’t, and without realizing it, the redheads slowly rewrite the code around his heart.

But when a danger from the woman’s past shows up and threatens the girls’ future, will he rise to the challenge and fight to keep them in his life? And if he does, can he really be what they need? A forever cowboy?

 

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Tamara’s Review
I fell in love with Kevin Dalton when he was first introduced to the Harlan county scene. I loved his devil may care attitude and his incredible mind (I dig a smart man) I have to say I wasn’t quite sure what to make of Shayla when she first arrive in Harlan county. She was kind of an enigma. A lot of secrets clouded her past and I wasn’t sure I liked her, but it turns out her secrets weren’t bad on her part, just sad. Everything she did was to protect her family. That girl sacrificed a lot in life for others and she really deserves a happily eery after.
Her Forever Cowboy takes two people that one would think are terribly mismatched: a brilliant, billionaire, playboy, cowboy Casanova, and a down on her luck, single mother and throws them together. Neither one is looking for a relationship.
Keven “doesn’t do” relationships. He’s been burned in the past and always keeps things superficial. Shayla has been on the run since she was sixteen. Her father is a nightmare. With the money from her former fiance’s death benefits she has changed her name and tried to start a new life, but she still fears she’ll have to run again, and Kevin reminds her too much of Amelia’s father. Rich and uncaring.
But fate and the pushy hands of the Masters and the McCalls keep throwing the couple together and Shayla soon sees that Kevin isn’t uncaring at all. He is actually a really sweet man and very sweet on her.
I loved seeing these two guarded souls open their hearts to each other.
A wonderful combination of hot and sweet, this romance tugged my heart strings in all the right places!
hearts 51Flames 4

 

 

SSLY recommended read