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Joseph Bentley Legacy Book Two Release Day & Winner Announced 7/24/15

Christiana McKenzie, Chris to her friends, was at her wits end. She and her sister, Angel, were born witches. Their mother had warned them that to use their powers would bring on another witch hunt, and they’d risk being burned, just like their ancestors. Her sister didn’t heed their mother’s warning and now Angel was dead. Angel had lived long enough to tell Chris that she’d left something for her with a man by the name of Bentley, then she died. Chris had to track down this Bentley no matter the cost…. 

Joseph Bentley almost had everything finished: the house, the barn…everything. In a few weeks it would be finished and he would be able to move into the house and get the ranch going. But the progress wasn’t going fast enough to suit him―he was lonely. 
Micah had come out to tell him that the sister of the girl that died to protect him was coming to see him, and he was hoping that the nightmares since the incident would stop. Micah wanted him to come out to the main house and be there when she arrived. But the limo delivered the woman to Joey’s house instead of Micah’s. Joey couldn’t believe it, the hostile woman was his mate…and more than he could have ever hoped for…. 
Whether or not Chris wanted a mate or not was irrelevant, Joey wasn’t letting her out of his sight. And when she found out that her mother had lied to her―she wasn’t an ordinary witch―and that others would come to try to possess her. If they couldn’t do that, then they would kill her to possess her powers―she needed help. 
The Bentleys ban together to save one of their own, but will it be enough? Can they even fight the powerful magic that’s targeting Chris and Joey? 


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Chapter 1
Chris wasn’t sure what to think. She’d been trying to find this Bentley person for a
month now, and all she’d been able to find was a big fat nothing. Glaring at the list of
names that her secretary had found for her, she wondered, not for the first time, why
her older sister had been killed.
Chris turned just as someone came into her office. She did not want to deal with
Jackson today.
“Miss McKenzie, I have a message from the billing department that says that you’re
not turning in all your hours. Is that true?” Chris sat at her desk, calming herself before
she flew across the room and murdered him. “You know that we only get paid when
you bill the correct amount of time?”
“I’m well aware of how billing works, Jackson. I have worked here longer than you
have. And why are they telling you my business?” When he sat down, she groaned.
“Don’t you have something else to do? Like push little old men under buses? I’ve heard
that you might be pretty good at that.”
It was a rumor, of course, that he’d gotten his job because someone in the firm had
been killed by a bus. Everyone, her included, thought he’d done it. He and this other
man, Jim Carter, had been in the running for the partnership, and he’d just eliminated
his competition. The longer Chris knew Jackson Hill, the more she thought him capable
of just about anything.
“I’ve already turned in my hours for the week.” Chris glanced at her calendar and
saw that it was only Thursday. “I know what you’re thinking. But it’s fine. I’ve talked to
Duncan and he said that if my hours went over, I’d have to eat them. They won’t.”
“And if they go under?” He snorted at her. “Whatever, Jackson. I have work to do
and it’s not getting done with you in here. So move it. Go to your own part of the
building and leave me to mine.”
He took his time standing up, and she noticed that he was staring at her desk like
he was trying to memorize it. She knew what he could see. Nothing. Her desk was
covered in paperwork, both business and personal, but all he could see was what she let
him. A neat, clean desk with thick folders labeled with numbers.
“You’re entirely too secretive, love. Why don’t you trust me?” Chris leaned back in
her chair and said nothing. “Why don’t you and I have dinner tonight? We could go
over some of the questions you might have about my personal life, and then we could
go back to your place for a night of great sex.”
“Never going to happen, Jackson.” He asked her why. “Because I don’t like you. I
doubt that having sex with you would improve my opinion of you. And, as it happens,
I have a date.”
“Do you now? With who? Someone I know? No, that’s not possible. Everyone I
know would never encroach on you. They know that as my partner in this firm, you
belong to me.” Chris stood up and was glad that he took several steps back. “I’m
kidding you, love. I’ve never said a word about us.”
Chris was furious, but she pointed to the door rather than direct her magic to him.
It would have been hard to explain, and she was much too busy right now to try to
placate anyone that would care to inquire as to why he was dead. Chris doubted that
anyone would care a button, and they’d more than likely give her a medal for it.
When he left her office, she closed the door using just a bit of her magic and stared
at her desk. Where was this man, and why had Angel thought he could help Chris?
Picking up the list that she’d been working on, she called the next name. All the
Bentleys that she’d managed to eliminate had been marked through, and there were
only about two dozen of them left. Who knew there could be so many of them all over
the United States, and not a one of them with the name Micah?
“Hello, I’m looking for a man by the name of Micah Bentley.” The sound coming
through the phone was like a low growl. “My name is Chris.”
“He’s probably working.” Her heart started to pound in her chest. “I don’t think
he’s supposed to be back before…I don’t even…do you know what time it is, lady?”
She glanced at her computer, then at the number. It was three hours earlier in the
man’s house. Telling him she was sorry, Chris heard the man—because there was no
doubt that was what it was on the other end—laugh.
“Look, it’s okay. I have to get up anyway in about two hours. Micah is…he has his
own home now. I can give you…no, that will only piss him off. Give me your number
and I’ll have him call you.” Chris gave him both her personal number and her office
number. “He might not call you right away. I think one of his daughters was sick last
night and they were up. He called me about three to— yeah, like you’re interested in
that.”
“I just need him to answer a few questions for me. Tell him it’s about my sister,
Angel.” The silence at the other end had her standing up. Chris had no idea what was
going through the man’s head, but she knew that he’d heard of Angel and more than
likely knew what might have happened to her. “She told me before she died to contact
him and that he’d have some answers for me.”
“Micah said to give you his number.” His voice was no longer sexy sounding. Now
it was hard, almost like he was pissed at her. “He asked that you wait five minutes
before you call. He wants to get in the shower to wake up.”
“All right.”
The line went dead. The deep silence on the line made her think that had it been a
house phone, one that actually hung up. She thought she might have heard the sound
of it as it vibrated though her head when he’d slammed it down. Putting down her
phone, she sat there and stared at the clock across the room on her wall.
The short burst of someone knocking was all the warning she got before her dad
walked in. He was a partner at Roger, Roger, and Rocklin too, but few people knew
they were related. Her dad’s last name was different than hers because he was her
stepfather, and few knew that. When Allen Black sat down, he frowned.
“What is it? Did you hear what Jackson is telling people?” Chris asked him what
he’d said. “The moron is saying that you need your space today. He thinks you might
be a little menstrual. I hope his dick falls off.”
Chris really didn’t like the guy before, and now she really hated him. “Next time
you see him, tell him that he’s on my list. He asked me to have dinner with him tonight
and then we’d go to my house for sex.”
“Good God.” Chris laughed, then glanced at the clock again. “I’m sorry, am I
bothering you? You’ve looked at the time a lot since I came in.”
“No. I got a lead on this Bentley guy.” Dad leaned forward and asked her in a low
voice what it was. “I have to call him back. In two minutes. Would you like to be here?”
“Yes, if you don’t mind.” Chris knew that even though he was their stepfather,
Allen loved them as much or more than their own father might have. And when
Angel’s body had come to her, he was with her. They were moving her things from her
apartment to his house in an effort to consolidate their money right now.
When it was time, Chris picked up the phone and called Micah. Her hands were
sweaty and her head was pounding. After the fourth ring she nearly hung up, but a
woman answered and she was laughing.
“He wants to know if you set a timer.” Chris didn’t know what to say so said
nothing to the still laughing woman. “His mom is coming to help out, so just hang on a
bit. Micah said he’s about done.”
The phone was set down, and that was when she heard the child howling. And
when it was abruptly cut off, Chris could imagine that a bottle had been put in the
child’s mouth to shut it up. The laughing woman was talking to someone else, and that
was when she heard who she would bet was Micah talking.
“I know what I said. And I’m going to do it, just not as quickly as I said I would.”
He didn’t sound the least bit repentant of whatever it was he was supposed to be doing.
“I’ve been a little busy, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh, I noticed. You’re very busy playing with that new system you got for your
birthday, and building that playhouse for the girls. You do know that it’s going to be a
few years before they can even walk to it, much less play with it, right?” The woman
squealed and Chris smiled. “Stop it. Stop right now before I tell your mother.”
The laughter continued until the phone was dropped. Then the man that she knew
was going to give her some answers answered the phone. Chris felt her eyes fill as
emotion, stronger than anything she’d ever felt before, took her breath away. Her dad
took the phone.
 ~~~ 
Micah said hello again before someone finally answered him. He’d been expecting a woman’s voice and was thrown off when a man spoke. But he explained quickly who
he was and why it was him talking to him instead of Chris.
“As you can imagine, we’re all very broken up over the death of Angel. She’d been
away for a while, yes, but she was due to come home to us soon. You were the last
person to see her.” Micah pointed out that he’d been one of the last people to see her, as
he’d not killed her. “Yes, that’s right. Her body came to us just moments after
her…we’d like to talk to you. Person to person if you can manage it.”
“I can’t right now. I’m a new father and we’re trying to get our lives figured out.”
Micah looked over at Reggie as she fed Alexis her bottle. Mom was feeding Anne and
he felt his heart swell with love for them all. “I don’t know where you are, but if you
were to see your way here, I’d make sure you had everything you needed. Angel…she
saved my life, I think.”
“I would say that she did from the look of things.” Micah had gone back to the
scene with Joey that day. There was nothing there. No body, no blood, and his clothing
had been taken away, along with everything in the office where he’d been talking to
Angel. Even her car, the one that she’d been about to drive off in, was gone. “Do you
know what she was? My daughter, did she tell you what she was?”
“No. I saw her and her sigil. I’ve tried to figure out what it was, but there is nothing
that I can see. She let down her guard at one point, but all I saw was that she was
brilliantly white and that she was dressed in a kind of armor. To be honest with you,
I’ve begun to doubt my sanity lately over this. It’s as if…well, it’s been very odd.”
“Odd how?” Micah watched his daughter and wife as he thought of the man’s
question. But before he could form an answer, even if he had one, the man spoke. “I’m
not sure how long it will be before we can come to you. I’m not sure where you are, but
I think Chris knows. Perhaps you can give us a few days to sort out our end. Things are
a little…a little tight here, and we have to see what we can do.”
“I can send a plane for you.” The man said nothing, and Micah felt like this was the
right thing to do. “Just tell me when and where, and I’ll have it there for you. You can
stay here too. The house is big enough for guests, and you won’t have to worry about
that either.”
“That’s very generous of you, Mr. Bentley, but we can’t put you out.” Micah
assured him that they wouldn’t be. “I’ll talk to my daughter and get back with you
then. I don’t mind telling you that this is a great gift you’ve given us. As I said, things
have been a little tight around here lately, and we’re trying to recoup our losses.”
After he hung up, only just then realizing that not only hadn’t he gotten the man’s
name but still had no idea what Angel had been, his mom handed him the now sleeping
Anne. He looked at Reggie when she said his name.
“What do you think?”
“What?”
 “I don’t know, this and that. Inviting them here. Do you think that’s a good idea? I
mean, for all we know they could be mass murderers and kill us in our sleep.”
“They could be, but I’m pretty sure that our being panthers would win over a mass
murderer. And you have to stop watching that stupid station. Mom is as bad as you are
about doom and death.” She giggled and kissed the top of Alexis’s head before
standing up to take her to the bed. He followed and was disappointed that he’d not
been able to feed at least one of them. It was what he looked forward to all day, holding
them while they ate. “As for inviting them to stay here, I don’t know why but I feel like
I can trust them. Angel was…there was something about her that made me feel like she
was telling me the truth.”
And Angel had been right about the others too. Sadie Greer—otherwise known by
any of a dozen other names such as Maggie Sands, Sandy Woods, and the list went
on—had been the second in command to a large money laundering operation. Her partner, Sam Sandalwood, also with an impressive list of aliases, had been arrested with
her. But things had happened at the station where they’d been held.
“When do you think they’ll be here?” Micah pulled Reggie into his arms and told
her he didn’t know. “But you feel this is the thing to do? Do you think it will help you
with the nightmares? Maybe they can shed some light on them.”
“I don’t know.” The nightmares had been horrific, some so bad that he’d woken up
screaming. He never knew what they had been about when he woke, and no matter
how hard he tried, he couldn’t go back to sleep afterwards. And the effects of it were
hurting him, he knew it.
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d very much like to make this a family affair. Everyone
here and staying here until they leave, or we find out they’re all right.” Micah thought it
was a great idea and told her that. “Also, I’d like to ask you a favor. Not a big one, but
still, I need it from you.”
“Anything, you know that. All you have to do is ask and it’s—” Reggie put her
hand over his mouth and he grinned at her from behind it. He kissed her fingers and
smiled at her.
“I don’t want you to make promises like that. I’ve told you that before.” He
nodded, knowing that she’d have whatever she wanted. “But I need this. I want you to
go out and help Joey. He’s been asking for you to go to his place, and I also know that
you’re not going because of me. I can’t, not yet.”
“I know, love. And it’s not just because of you that I haven’t been out there, it’s
everything. I worry about you and the girls. I hate leaving you alone.” She snorted.
“Okay, so you’re here with everyone else, but I still worry.”
“Just go. He needs you as much as I need you out of the house. Please? Besides, I’m
going to the diner today. It’s the grand-reopening next week, and I want to make sure
that everyone is ready.” Micah didn’t point out that everyone was ready now, but
nodded. “I’m nervous no one will show up, and what will those people do?”
“I doubt very much that no one will show. You’ve been badgering people for two
weeks now about the opening and— Ouch! That hurt.” She started to pinch him again,
and he backed up. “Stop that. What are you trying to do, bruise my poor old body?”
“I have not badgered a single person. And I’ll have you know that Jimmy is
nervous too. The poor man called here twice yesterday because he couldn’t remember
something. He forgot how to turn on the grill, and then he called to ask me where the
pancake recipe was. I tell you, he’s going to have a stroke, and then where will I be?”
“You’d be right there cooking for him until he was better.” He grabbed her hands
when she reached for him again. “If you behave and let me leave here without another
bruise, I’ll go now. Joey is nervous too, and it’s doubtful that you can take over for him.
Plus, he has a big court thing going on tomorrow.”
“I know he is nervous. He called here last night and talked to your grandda. I think
he’s headed out there as well. I understand that the barn shell is up, as well as they’re
starting on the inside of the house.” Micah nodded. It was going to be a beautiful house.
“And the horses, have they arrived yet?”
“Not yet. He would like for you to come out when he gets them.” Reggie said she’d
think about it. Micah knew that she was still hurting from what had happened at the
property. She’d killed two men bent on killing her and his mom, and had she not done
what she’d done, they’d both be dead now. As it was, Reggie wasn’t able to go there
until Joey had his own house finished. “He got himself some barn kittens, as well as a
dog.”
“A dog?” He grinned and nodded. “What’s going to happen with that? The poor
thing is going to be confused every time he smells the cat in Joey.”
“That’s why he got him as a puppy. If he can get this to work for him, I think we
should get a pup for the girls when they’re old enough. They could have him to train
and play with.” She only patted him on the cheek as she walked away from him. Micah
was having a blast being a dad.
The girls were mirror twins, born to a woman who had died moments before they’d
been born and who had not been able to see her daughters or even to name them. Her
husband and other family members had been killed immediately, and Micah’s
grandparents had contacted him to see if he and Reggie wanted to take them.
Otherwise they would have been put into the system, and who knew what would have
happened to them there?
He was nearly to his truck when Grandda came out of the house with a large box.
Micah helped him load it in the back of his SUV and then waved goodbye to his
grandma and mom as they watched them drive away. Micah looked over at his
grandda as he just sat there, seemingly pissed off.
“Your grandmother is a pain in the ass.” Micah laughed when Grandda looked
around to see if he’d been overheard. “Well, she is. And if she was here, I’d tell her that.
Did you know that she’s got me on this diet? Why? I’ve lived a good long time without
nobody telling me what to eat and not to eat.”
“I’m sure she just wants you to live a little longer. Anne and Alexis would tell you
the same thing if they could talk.” Grandda looked at him with a twinkle in his eye.
“You’re not going to get anything out of me in the way of food either, so just back off.
I’ve been given orders too. She said if she even smelled mustard on your breath, she
was going to hang me out to dry. And don’t even ask me what kind of mustard she’s
talking about. We’re not going to the diner today.”
 “I just was helping out the man, that’s all.” Micah had heard the story. He and
Jimmy had tried every recipe on the menu—all the pies, cakes, and other confections
before starting on all the soups and sandwiches. By the time Grandma had gotten there
to pick up Grandda, he’d been nearly sick he’d been so full. And they were complaining
about the fact that they’d not gotten to the french fries and steaks as yet. “He wanted to
make sure that he had them down pat before they opened.”
“I’m pretty sure that had you just taken a taste of the things he offered you, it
would have been fine. But I heard you’d eaten three banana pies yourself, as well as
two cherry ones and three bowls of potato cheese soup, as well as five different subs.”
Grandda smiled at him. “That’s not a good thing you did. You know that, right?”
“I know. But damn, it was fun. He kept telling me I was doing him a service. I gotta
tell you that it’s been a while since I’ve been a service for anyone.” Micah knew the
feeling. He’d been feeling a little left out himself lately. “I gotta find me a job, son. If I
don’t, I don’t know what I’m going to do. The grandbabies are great, but they don’t
have it in them yet to go fishing and play some ball with this old man.”
Micah decided to talk to the others. His grandda had been a cop, like his dad had
been. And he was sure that had Dad not been killed so young, the two of them would
have been having a grand old time with the babies. And if not for the fact that they
couldn’t hold a bottle, much less a pole, they’d be fishing with them too. Christ, Micah
missed his dad right now.
“We’ll think of something. And you coming out to Joey’s with me, I do appreciate
that. Reggie said you talked to him yesterday.” He nodded. “Is he okay? The house is
on schedule, right?”
“It is. A little ahead if you ask me, but he’s…well, I’m thinking he’s a tad lonely out
there. He had Garth and Tony out the other day, and when they left he said the trailer
he’s staying in was just too quiet. I’m thinking I might stay with him a couple of days,
see if I can get into some trouble with him.” Grandda stiffened when he looked out the
front window. “Holy Christ, he must be using magic to get this place done.”
Micah looked out the window too. He’d been glancing at the gates when he went
through them and didn’t see the house at first. But he could see what Grandda was
talking about. The house was framed in, the outside walls were up, and the porch, a
huge wrap around, was having the railing put up. From where he sat, Micah thought
the house looked finished. They both got out of the truck just as Joey came out of the
house. He did not look happy.

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Book Title: Delicious Deception (Tough Love, #3)
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Emily Kate Boudreaux runs a restaurant located on a bayou in Texas, because it’s what her family expects of her. She’d rather pursue her living as an artist. Then sexy chef Connor Rikeland walks into her life and turns it upside down. Soon, Emily Kate’s restaurant is a roaring success, she has time to paint to her heart’s content, there’s a hunky guy warming her bed, and she’s having visions of happily ever after.

Connor Rikeland is used to women throwing themselves at him, and he’s been known to use relationships as a bargaining chip in his climb up the ladder. He wants a culinary career in the spotlight—and Cajun cooking isn’t his ticket to fame even if Emily Kate is unlike anyone he’s ever met.

Not to mention Connor has a few secrets that have put him on the wrong side of her brother’s FBI case. When the pieces of just why Connor is hanging out in a backwoods town begin to surface, Emily Kate must decide what’s real, what’s a lie, and what’s worth risking her heart over. Because deception or not, life with Connor is delicious.

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The restaurant had a strange vibe.

Just as Connor reached for the door, an older couple stormed out, complaining about jambalaya. Was the chef’s jambalaya not up to par tonight? That seemed like a dish a place called Louisiana Kitchen would have perfected.

The building was an old wooden structure with a covered porch wrapping around three sides. Ceiling fans lazily spun every few feet. They didn’t do much to ease the muggy, early summer air, but their real purpose was to keep mosquitoes at bay. The small lobby contained a hostess stand positioned to discourage patrons from seating themselves. Wooden benches lined the walls for waiting customers. Eclectic paintings and sculptures hung on the walls, all portraying some sort of Louisiana-esque theme. He studied an especially whimsical design of two crawfish that appeared to be holding hands—er—claws, until another unhappy couple who appeared to be in their forties walked into the lobby, chased by a frazzled woman with flour smudges on her face and curly blond hair attempting to escape the bun on the back of her head.

She had smooth, lightly tanned skin and looked as if she wore very little makeup. She was taller than average for a female, maybe five seven or eight, and most of that appeared to be legs. He had always had a thing for great legs.

Despite the smudges on her face, the snappy red and white sundress she wore was unsullied. Having worked in restaurants for most of his life, Connor immediately pegged her as some sort of manager. She’d probably been in the kitchen, sampling the chef’s dishes. Did the chef deliberately let her leave the kitchen looking like that, or was he so busy, he hadn’t noticed? Connor himself had experienced plenty of both types of days.

Except this restaurant didn’t look particularly busy. He could see into the dining room from his vantage point, and no more than half the picnic tables and booths were occupied.

In Detroit, Thursday evenings were often nearly as busy as Fridays. Yet another difference between this place and his home.

“Please, Mr. and Mrs. Henry, don’t be upset. I know you were looking forward to the pecan-encrusted trout. I promise, next time you come in, I’ll have a new chef. That will be one of the interview questions,” the blond pleaded with the unhappy customers as they paused in the lobby so Mrs. Henry could dig her keys out of her purse.

Pecan-encrusted trout? New chef?

Connor could do pecan-encrusted trout, assuming the kitchen had the ingredients on hand, of course. His interest was officially piqued. Not only in the hot blond, but in the situation that was becoming clearer. His mind spun a million miles a second: here was a way to hide out for a while, until it was safe for him to go back to Detroit and figure out

what the hell to do with the rest of his life.

It was crazy, but he had done crazier. It was risky … Wait, no it wasn’t. This cozy, backwoods restaurant was not the sort of place his pursuers would ever dream of visiting.

His family had no clue what he was doing. Hell, he hadn’t even told them he was applying for the chef’s position at the casino. He hadn’t wanted to face their disappointment if he didn’t get it. As little as his family offered their praise, they were far too effervescent with their sympathy when things did not work out to his advantage.

It was perfect. It was … “Uh, excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Henry.”

The blond and her unhappy customers all turned their heads to look in his direction.

He offered his most charming half smile. The one most women found irresistible. Mrs. Henry’s eyes glazed, but the blond narrowed hers as suspicion bloomed on her face. Of course, when he was charming women, they were not normally under duress at the time.

“I’m sorry I’m late, uh …”

“Emily Kate, is this your new chef?” Mrs. Henry gave him a hopeful look.

Emily Kate. While he’d only been in the South a few days, he had already decided he would never understand the locals’ insistence on using first and middle names.

“No, I …” Connor cut her off.

“And, yes, pecan-encrusted trout happens to be my specialty.”

“It … is?” She looked utterly confused. Connor bit the inside of his cheek to keep from chuckling. Sometimes, it was almost too damn easy. Another reason he couldn’t quite understand why his former boss up in Detroit had never promoted him. Everybody else loved him, almost instantly.

“Remember, I mentioned it when we spoke on the phone? I also told you I might be a little late today, considering I had to drive up from New Orleans,” he lied through his teeth. It was worth the small fib, though. The Henrys were hooked. Emily Kate was still dubious, but she was about to not have a choice. Connor knew how to play this game.

“You’re from New Orleans?” Mrs. Henry asked, her voice breathy. Mr. Henry didn’t even notice his wife was all but drooling. He was clearly too busy envisioning the pecan-encrusted trout that was now in his immediate future.

“Studied there,” Connor hedged. He didn’t want to get too caught up in his own lies. He didn’t know jack shit about New Orleans, and if these people started asking questions, he’d be screwed before he even got started.

“How about you all take your seats, and the server’ll get you a drink while Emily Kate and I head back to the kitchen and I get started on your order. Is that two pecan-encrusted trouts?”

“Crab stuffed shrimp for me,” Mrs. Henry piped up. “With tezcuco seafood salad.”

Tuscan what? “Uh, right. Come on, Emily Kate.”

The Henrys happily headed toward the hovering hostess, while Emily Kate remained where she was, glaring at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chided. “I just saved your ass.”

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Tami Lund likes to live, love, and laugh, and does her best to ensure the characters in her books do the same. After they’ve overcome a few seemingly insurmountable obstacles first, of course.

She loves to interact via social media, and is on most major platforms as “Tami Lund Author.” Find her, like her, follow her!

Tami is multi-published, both self and with a few publishers, including Crimson Romance, Liquid Silver Books, and Soul Mates Publishing. Chances are, there is a new book coming out soon. Be sure to stalk her on social media, so you know when.

And most important, if you enjoyed one of Tami’s books, please let other readers know by leaving a review on the site from which you bought it, or on Goodreads. Otherwise, how will they know which book to read next?

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The Final Quarter by Anne Lange Blog Tour 7/24/15

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A quarterback facing the end of his career must come to peace with his past, and accept his present, before he can move on with his future.

Mitch Ryland accomplished what his father said he never would—he made something of himself.

When his wife suggests she’d like to start a family, Mitch is thrown for a loop. He’s never told her about his life before he ended up with his foster parents or his plans never to become a father. So when he’s taken out of the game, his failings from the past come back to haunt him, and Mitch blames his injury on his loss of focus. He’s unprepared for his career as a professional quarterback to be over. Nor is he ready to tell his wife about why football is so important to him. He’d rather put emotional and physical distance between them and focus on getting back in the game.

Serena Ryland has dreamed of becoming a mother. But when she mentions the idea to her husband, he freezes her out and she has no idea why. She’s worried that if they don’t start talking soon, she’ll lose him forever. When he refuses to come home to mend from an injury, she takes matters into her own hands, determined to spend more time with him, hoping to reignite the romance in their relationship. But she’s unprepared for the things she learns on this trip. Her husband has been carrying a few secrets that just might change the outlook of their future.

Reader Advisory: This book contains oral sex in a public environment and light bondage.

Publisher’s note: This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone title.

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Mitch sighed and shifted in his chair. The knee he could handle. Bruised and sore, he’d limp for a few days, but it was his shoulder he worried about most. This was the third time he’d dislocated it. The first official time the team doctor knew about. His fingers itched to massage the joint, but he didn’t dare. No way in hell would he show any sign of weakness. The one thing his father and grandfather had drilled into him from a young age. A lesson he’d learned well.
“It’s more than just a simple sprain or a bad bruise, Mitch, and you know it. This is potentially career ending, especially if you don’t do as I’ve instructed. You need to rest it. Whatever you’ve been doing to keep this from us isn’t helping. Today’s proof of that. And it’s not going to get better until you do something about it. And you can’t do something about it until you’re not on the field every day.”
Noah took a deep breath, his expression full of compassion. “Apply ice to reduce the swelling three times a day for fifteen to twenty minutes. That shoulder needs to be kept stable. We need the swelling to go down so we can take a good look at it. I want you to wear an arm sling for the next three weeks.
“I’ve scheduled an appointment for you three days from now then we’ll have a better idea what we’re dealing with. You’ll probably need to go through some therapy regardless of whether you end up heading down the surgery path or not. With some rest, maybe some therapy, and a light training regiment, we’ll see if there’s been any change.”
Panic swept through Mitch. He clenched his hands into fists on his thighs. “And if it doesn’t get better?”
“We’ll discuss that when the time comes.”
Mitch, well aware of the consequences, filled in the blanks. Surgery. Rehab. Months off the field. If he ended this season on the injury reserve list for next season, he’d miss training camp and wouldn’t be allowed to practice or play until the doctor cleared him. And if he did practice and aggravated the injury, or possibly made it worse, he’d be out for the rest of that season. Or longer.
On top of that, he’d have to deal with his standings. Out of play meant his rating would be affected and his stats would tank—and not only his. The team would take a hit as well. He’d disappoint the fans. He’d disappoint his friends and family.
He might never be the same afterward.
He’d end up a nobody. Just like he’d been told.
His football career may already be at the top of the spiral, just waiting for that push to send him off the edge and into the vortex. He’d always compared his life to a house of cards. Painstaking to build, easy to destroy. The king sits perched at the top, but then one slip, one tiny tug or poke on one of those cards and the whole thing would come tumbling down.
A tremor now rocked the house beneath his feet.

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AnneLangeShoes are her addiction, but books are her passion.  Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo nearby at all times. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten.  Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your mom never told you about.  And always with a happily ever after.

While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Though not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day?  And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and the family pets, Rocky the bearded dragon and Lily the chocolate lab.

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After a devastating world war, our government has manufactured genetically altered humans. These ‘creations’ are designed to manage and enforce law and order amongst the citizens. Creations don’t know fear or pain. Their sole function is to fight the enemy and live to battle again.

Orphans Kylie Alexander and her twin brother, Lukahn were born for this purpose. Dedicating their lives to sharpening their deadly skills and forfeiting the chance of love and freedom. They ready themselves for Separation, the deadly rite of passage where the oldest teens are drafted into the final preparation for war.

When Kylie and Luke are shipped off to separation three months early, questions arise. Who is the real enemy? What is really happening beyond the fractured sanctuary of the training compound?

Humans and creations alike have become lethal foes when a plague of the living dead becomes the number one hazard. Strategies change as the twins discover they may not be the saviors of humankind after all.
They may be the real enemy of the people.

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Ben Blackbird has always been there for everyone else. He took care of his mother and sisters when his alcoholic father didn’t. He raised his son alone when his wife got sick and eventually died from breast cancer. Ben has been his family’s rock in every crisis situation. He loved his life, but he was lonely.
Greta spent her childhood in the foster care system. But she was always did well in school, but didn’t have much experience with men. Years later after enduring years of her husband’s cheating and manipulation her husband dies unexpectedly giving her the opportunity to start a new life.
Both Ben and Greta find themselves on the same delayed flight to Nashville. Ben offers to share the drive and they find an attraction along the way. Their romantic relationship continues but her husband’s past threatens to destroy their hopes for a long awaited happily ever after.

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Catherine Scott grew up in the Chicago area but fell in love with the Southern Illinois region while attending university where she studied psychology and special education. Catherine has taught the best kids in the world for more than 15 years. Catherine lives in Kentucky with 3 dogs and the love of her life. She writes romantic suspense novels. “When You Least Expect It” is the first novel in her Great Expectations series. “Later than Expected” is her second novel due for release on September 15, 2015.

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Pure Lust, Book 4 by M.S. Parker & Cassie Wild Release Blitz 7/24/15

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It was almost here. My wedding day. The happiest day of my life. Or at least that’s what it should have been, but when Cody brought news that something bad had happened to Edward, I felt my world crashing down.

Twenty-two year-old Gabriella Baine is just about to get her happily ever after with her very own rich and handsome Prince Charming, Edward Bouvier, despite his mother’s attempts to tear them apart. Now, with the news that Edward’s life is in danger, Gabriella knows that she could lose everything.
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M.S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.

Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.

Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.

When M. S. isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading- oops, scratch that! She is always writing.

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Cassie Wild loves romance. Ever since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.

When M.S. Parker approached her about co-authoring Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many second to say a big yes!!

Serving HIM is only the beginning to the collaboration between M.S. Parker and Cassie Wild. Another series is already in the planning stages.

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