Saturday Spotlight: Forced Disappearance by Dana Marton

Forced DisappearanceTitle: Forced Disappearance by Dana Marton
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Length: 256 pages

Summary:

A gripping, fast-paced novel of romantic suspense from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Dana Marton.

When wealthy American businessman Glenn Danning goes missing in Venezuela, investigator Miranda Soto volunteers to track him down. It’s her first assignment for the Civilian Personnel Recovery Unit, but this mission is about more than salvaging the remnants of her shattered military career. Glenn was Miranda’s best friend and first lover, and she’ll do anything to save him from danger…especially since she just lost everything that mattered to her.

Glenn barely survived being kidnapped and tortured as a suspected spy, but the shock of seeing Miranda again gives him a new lease on life. Their still-simmering attraction grows hotter as the couple races through the treacherous jungle. Determined to reach safe ground, they must stay alive long enough to stop the terrifying enemy who still hunts Glenn. And even if they survive, Miranda’s dark past could jeopardize their future together…

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Excerpt

THE NEW GLENN WAS DEFINITELY NOT LIKE THE OLD GLENN, MIRANDA thought as she woke in his arms at dawn, pressed against his wide chest, soaking up the heat of his hard body.

He’d been a nerdy engineering student. Okay, they’d both been pretty socially awkward. She’d had braces. He’d had thick, hornedrimmed glasses. They met in Engineering Principles 101, bonded over receiving the two highest grades at midterms.

They’d become study buddies first, then lovers after a few months and a lot of awkward kisses and groping sessions in dark corners. It had been the first time for the both of them.

“Good morning.” His rusty voice in her ear interrupted her trip down memory lane.

As soon as he pulled away from her and rolled onto his back, she missed his heat. Ridiculous. She didn’t need him. She briskly shoved herself away from the platform. “Fire?”

He sat up and stretched. “We should dry off.”

The makeshift roof had kept most of the night rain off them, but their clothes were damp.

She dragged out the dry wood they’d stored under the platform, then grabbed a couple of cigarettes for tinder and started a fire while Glenn got up and took off his shirt.

He shook off the leaves that had stuck to it, and a couple of inch-long ants. She brushed off her own shirt, grateful to see that the ants had left her alone. She blew on the fledgling fire, then looked up at him.
He was stretching with his back to her, his arms above his head as he bent at the waist to the right first, then to the left.

Holy mother. The new and improved Glenn had a body that could have been in one of those firemen pinup calendars. Impressive cords of muscles flexed under his skin.

“What do you do?” she blurted.

He turned, cocking an eyebrow. “I manage the family company.”

“No, I meant . . .” His sculpted chest distracted her, the faint smattering of hair that started below his bellybutton and led into the pants that were a size too large for him, held up only by what looked like a bamboo rope belt. The waistband sat below his hips and revealed enough for her to know he wasn’t wearing underwear.

She snapped her gaze back to his. “You look different. Do you do sports?” Back in the day they used to make fun of the hotshot football players. If he told her he’d turned into a jock since, she might just faint into the fire.

He shrugged. “I swim. The pool is a good place to think. I don’t have to pay much attention, just stay in my lane and keep going.”

“You didn’t used to be sporty.”

“The better health, the fewer sick days, the less time away from the company.”

Of course. All very logical, very much like him. Nothing geeky about his swimmer’s body, though—flat abs, great pecs, wide shoulders.

He stepped forward. “Are you okay? We should find some food.”

Her expression was probably off, but not from hunger.

She looked away from him, tossing another handful of branches on the fire, and the flames grew. He came closer to hold his shirt up to the heat. She shifted forward so her clothes would dry too. She definitely wasn’t stripping.


Author Bio

dana mNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Dana Marton has thrilled and entertained millions of readers around the globe with her fast-paced stories about strong women and honorable men who fight side by side for justice and survival.

Kirkus Reviews calls her writing “compelling and honest.” RT Book Review Magazine said, “Marton knows what makes a hero…her characters are sure to become reader favorites.” Her writing has been acclaimed by critics, called, “gripping,” “intense and chilling,” “full of action,” “a thrilling adventure,” and wholeheartedly recommended to readers. Dana is the winner of the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence, the Readers’ Choice Award, and Best Intrigue, among other awards. Her book, TALL, DARK, AND LETHAL was nominated for the prestigious Rita Award. DEATHSCAPE reached the #1 spot on Amazon’s Romantic Suspense Bestseller list.

Dana has a Master’s degree in Writing Popular Fiction, and is continuously studying the art and craft of writing, attending several workshops, seminars and conferences each year. Her number one goal is to bring the best books she possibly can to her readers.

Keeping in touch with readers is Dana’s favorite part of being an author. Please connect with her via her web site (www.danamarton.com) or her Facebook page (www.facebook.com/danamarton).

Having lived around the world, Dana currently creates her compelling stories in a small and lovely little town in Pennsylvania. The fictional town of her bestselling Broslin Creek series is based on her real life home where she fights her addictions to reading, garage sales, coffee and chocolate. If you know a good twelve-step program to help her with any of that, she’d be interested in hearing about it! :)

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Friday Feature & Giveaway: Fate Accompli by M.M. Jaye

Fate AccompliTitle: Fate Accompli by M.M. Jaye
Aegean Lovers Series Book One
Publisher: M.M. Jaye
Genre: Contemporary, Romance
Length: 284 pages

Summary:

Available in both Spicy and Clean Versions.

Monica Mitchell flies all the way from Boston to Athens, Greece, not to get a tan but a very specific job. Because besides an MBA, this twenty-four-year old has a mission: to prove to Alex Argiros, the gorgeous Greek magnate, that she has now grown out of the habit of flashing her underwear and looking like a zombie flick extra … in the presence of hundreds.

The catch? She has to hide who she is. Thankfully, not having seen him since her early teens helps, and soon she gets all she wants and so much more. Not only does Alex not connect his highly qualified new assistant to the disaster magnet of his distant past, but apart from his admiration, he also offers her his heart.

Now, Monica has a new mission: to keep it forever. But first, she has to come clean before he finds out her connection to the bane of his existence. Because if he does, he’ll rightfully assume she plays the part of the Trojan Horse, and then he’ll shed the sleek businessman exterior, letting his hot-blooded Greek nature take over.

She knows he could destroy her.

She knows, yet she needs just a bit longer to savor his searing kisses…

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Excerpt

The sky was full of dark pregnant clouds. A wicked wind had suddenly picked up, and Alex saw the leafy tops of the ancient oaks and elms of Richmond Park whisking incongruously following its capricious behest.

He’d asked his driver to simply drive and not stop anywhere. They’d been going around London for over two hours, but it was still hard for him to face his empty apartment.

He had asked her to leave.

He knew the potential and the potency of their chemistry, and he’d wanted more than anything to explore it to the fullest.

But this newest development was not a mere stalling or yet another shadow cast over the exit of the “tunnel”. This was a wrecking ball that blasted through the tunnel, crumpled the exit and trapped him in for good.

And the lead ball was now sitting on his chest. He felt like Sisyphus, the symbol of futility in Greek mythology. The man who was punished by the gods to eternally roll a heavy boulder up a hill only to watch it crash down just short of reaching the top.

There was no way he would impose this on her. He knew she would try her best to comfort him and he could see one thing leading to another, but as appealing as that sounded he knew it would turn out to be a selfish act. With this coiling anger already built up to a critical point in him, there was no way he could be the tender, caring, selfless lover she deserved to have.

He would devour her.

Unable to trust himself to refrain from seeing her as an outlet for his extreme state of agitation, he’d reserved a suite at a luxury hotel in the area and instructed her to leave his apartment.

It was for her own good. Their own good.

But it only added to his agitation. He decided that being cooped up in a car for hours didn’t help either.

He asked the driver to take him home. What was the point of avoiding his empty apartment? As if he could feel any worse.

Ten minutes later, he let himself in. Throwing his keys noisily on the glass top coffee table, he grabbed the remote and switched on the TV, increasing the volume.

He couldn’t stand the silence.

He switched channels impatiently. There was nothing on but incoherent annoying mumbling. Nothing that could take his mind off his predicament and Monica’s absence. She’d been in his apartment for only a few hours, but he thought he could still smell her discreet perfume, and the idea that he could not—should not—hold her in his arms made him want to scream.

With an impatient jerk of his hand, he switched the television off. A cold shower could help.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he dragged his feet to his bedroom, wondering why it was so dark as if someone had pulled down the shades. He went for the light switch.

“Please don’t,” said a soft voice, “or I’ll lose my nerve.”

Alex froze. Blinking rapidly, he managed to adjust his eyes to the semi-darkness. And then he saw her.

Sitting on his navy sheets, hugging herself, her long legs brought up under her chin, Monica was watching him.

And she wore nothing but that tiny piece of blue fabric.


Author Bio

MM Jaye’s mother claims that she spoke her first word at the age of six. Months. As a kid she would record fairytales in her own voice, play them back and then re-record adjusting the pitch and tempo. Later, she used her voice to inspire young adults and teach them the art of translation. But there came a time when life took a turn for the worse, and her voice temporarily died out. That’s when she turned to writing. Fate Accompli is the first book in her Aegean Lovers series, set on the Greek island where her husband proposed. MM Jaye lives in Athens, Greece, with her husband, daughter and Kindle. Yes, it’s that important.

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Cover Reveal, Excerpt & Giveaway: Tryst by Alex Rosa

trystTitle: Tryst by Alex Rosa
Release Date: March 17, 2015
Publisher: InterMix
Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Length: 300 pages

Summary:

In this sensational New Adult debut by Alex Rosa, boyfriends are too much trouble. So what’s the harm in a little fun?

With an abusive relationship behind her, Skyler moves out of her Orange County apartment, changes her phone number, cuts ties with her friends, and moves in with her brother Josh, a talent agent with a spare room in his incredible house in Hollywood.

Josh is happy to take Skyler under his wing, but he has one rule: she can’t sleep with his roommate, Blake. That’s fine by Skyler. She doesn’t want a man in her life right now—and certainly not cocky Blake who’s with a different girl every night. But his all-American boy charm and his ripped model physique are difficult to refuse. Josh will never know if no one ever tells him. And a little secret now and then never hurt anyone…

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Excerpt

I realize I’m parched. The large living room opens into the kitchen, where a dark granite island and counters greet me. The kitchen is spotless, with minimal kitchenware—a toaster, coffeemaker, and of course, a stainless steel fridge. I wonder if this place is clean only because they knew I would be arriving. That would be something Josh would do.

I open cabinets, searching for a glass, and on the second attempt, a voice startles me.

“Cups are on the right, near the fridge.”

I turn around, and my breath catches in my throat at the sight. A barely dressed boy—er, man?—stands there, idly watching me.

“Um, thank you.” I grab a glass and fill it with water.

He gives me this all-American-boy grin, seeming to enjoy my obvious discomfort. “No problem. Skyler, isn’t it?”

I take a sip and respond. “Yes. Roommate, I presume?” Getting those words out wasn’t so hard. As I wait for his response, my eyes drag down his tan, toned physique, and I linger a little too long at the V at the edge of his navy blue boxer briefs.

His voice brings me back to his stark forest-colored eyes that complement his dark brown hair. Those eyes are distracting.

“I’ve got a name. Blake. Blake Everett. Nice to meet you.”

Was that a hint of attitude? Without a second thought and no shame, he leans his half-naked body over and raises his hand to shake mine. I can tell he is enjoying this, and it only makes me more uneasy.

I shake his hand as confidently as possible, and my imbedded manners kick in. “Nice to meet you too, Blake. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

He smirks, and I notice him giving me the once-over. I suddenly wish I wore nicer jeans, rather than this torn-up pair. I don’t like the feeling of being under his judgmental eyes because I nowhere near compare to this Greek god. I run my hands through my curly black hair, and wish I’d brushed it before leaving this morning. He’s so pretty it hurts.

I am aching to hear some sort of response, but I’m not sure he has one because of the delay. I worry that I’m not welcome, but as he opens his mouth to respond, a voice from a bedroom down the hall interrupts. It’s high pitched and squeaky.

“Blaaaaaaake, I’m thirsty. Come love me now!”

I flush crimson, realizing the implications of the whiney girl voice and his attire. If I am not mistaken, he flushes too, but the arrogant smirk remains. Why are his lips so distracting?

He laughs, no doubt over my shocked expression, and then shrugs as if that explains everything.

“You mind if I take this?” he asks. He snatches the glass of water out of my hand, takes a quick sip, and winks at me. With that, he turns on his heels to walk back toward his bedroom, and I hear his door shut.

It has me fuming. What an asshole is the only thought I can muster. That water was mine, not for some floozy he’s bedding. I take a deep breath, annoyed with my body’s hormones and myself.

I hear Josh coming in through the front door, and I try to gather my equilibrium. He appears in the kitchen and utters the same statement that Blake had moments before. “Cups are on the far right next to the fridge.”

I scowl. “I’m aware. Thanks.”


Author Bio

a rosaWhen Alex Rosa isn’t scouring city parks or cafes to write, she is most likely trying to convince her friends to join her on her next adventure. A sufferer of wanderlust, she is always looking for a new mountain to climb, a canyon to hike, or a plane to board. Her résumé consists of coroner, zoo worker, and most recently executive assistant, but she finds her home amongst words, whether it is in books or in film. Her obsessions are on the brink of bizarre, but that’s just the way she likes it.

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Tour Stop & Giveaway: Sweet Cowboy Christmas by Candis Terry

sweet cowboyTitle: Sweet Cowboy Christmas by Candis Terry
A Sweet, Texas Novella
Publisher: Avon Impusse
Genre: Contemporary, Romance
Length: Novella

Summary:

Mistletoe, holly, and cowboys, oh my! Christmas in Texas has never been sweeter.

Years ago, Chase Morgan traded in his dusty cowboy boots for the shimmering lights of New York City and a fast track up the corporate ladder. But when his shiny life is turned on end just in time for Christmas, Chase knows he needs to reevaluate—even if that means going home to Texas to endure his least favorite holiday.

When Mr. Tall, Dark, and Smoking-Hot walks through her door at the Magic Box Guest Ranch, Faith Walker sees just another handsome, rich exec looking to play cowboy for a week—at her expense. She’s sure the grumpy-but-sexy-as-hell Scrooge will put a crimp in her holly jolly plans. Until a sizzling kiss has her seeing him in a new light.

Chase is haunted by secrets, and even though it goes entirely against her “hands off the guests” rule, Faith is tempted to help him leave the past behind. As the magic of the season swirls around them, she is determined to succeed, because now she is certain one sweet cowboy Christmas will never be enough.

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Excerpt

“Welcome to the Magic Box Ranch.”

Chase dropped his suitcase by the door, where he was greeted by a woman a bit on the shorter side and definitely a little on the healthier side of the women he usually met up with in NYC. Not that she was fat. And he wouldn’t exactly call her plump. But from where he stood just inside the door, he could tell she filled out the black T-shirt and pair of Wranglers with luscious curves unlike the waifish, famished-looking creatures he’d seen strut the catwalk at Fashion Week.

Her sun-streaked brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail that stuck out through the hole at the back of a pink-and-black “Cowgirl” ball cap and shadowed a sweetheart face. A worn and scuffed pair of brown boots finished off a look that touted her as a workingwoman and not just someone who sat behind a desk filing papers.

He’d become so accustomed to city women who dressed for the masses that he’d forgotten about the women he’d grown up knowing. Those who mostly wore jeans and boots, denim and cotton. Those who dressed not with the hopes that their photo might end up on ET’s Hottest Fashions of the Week, but of necessity and common sense.

When she came around the desk to shake his hand, he got a better view. And it was a nice one.

“My name’s Faith Walker,” she said through plump, kissable lips that revealed the slightest hint of dimples when she smiled. Her dark gray eyes were direct, no-nonsense, and would most likely cut through the layers of BS someone tried to spoon-feed her.

Faith was what he and his friends back in the day would call a hot damn real woman.

He came forward, shook her extended hand, and smiled when he discovered she had a firm grip. None of that three-fingered loosey-goosey thing he’d run into with women before.

“Chase Morgan.” Surprised by the impulse to reel her in closer, he reluctantly let go of her hand.

“I’m going to apologize right from the start, Mr. Morgan.” She flashed him those dimples, then went around to the business side of the desk and began tapping on a computer keyboard. “We really don’t get guests this time of year. So the place is empty, and I’m afraid you won’t have others to share conversation or company.”


Author Bio

Candis Terry was born and raised near the sunny beaches of Southern California and now makes her home on an Idaho farm. She’s experienced life in such diverse ways as working in a Hollywood recording studio to chasing down wayward steers. Only one thing has remained the same: her passion for writing stories about relationships, the push and pull in the search for love, and the security one finds in their own happily ever after.

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Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway: Soldier On by Sydney Logan

soldier onTitle: Soldier On by Sydney Logan
Publisher: Mountain Media
Genre: Contemporary, Romance
Length: 322 pages

Summary:

Will his call of duty break both their hearts?

Losing her father in Desert Storm has left Stephanie James with a bitter soul when it comes to the military. As a college senior juggling a full course load, Steph’s only goal is to graduate with honors at the end of the semester. She’s focused, determined, and a firm believer in all work and no play. Then she meets Brandon Walker at a New Year’s Eve costume party. Despite his disguise, Steph finds herself attracted to the camouflaged soldier who curls her toes with a scorching midnight kiss.

Brandon is an engineering major and ROTC student from the hills of Kentucky. Growing up as the son of a major general has given Brandon firsthand knowledge of the struggles military families sometimes face. Now that his father’s memory is fading, Brandon is even more determined to make his dad proud and graduate as an officer in the United States Army. Then he meets Stephanie, and suddenly, his focus is less on his military service and more on the pretty brunette who has stolen his heart. When he becomes aware of Steph’s resentment toward the military, he worries their relationship is doomed.

When faced with the realization that she’s fallen in love with a soldier, can Steph’s wounds from the past be healed with love in her present . . . and in her future?

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Excerpt

“Hey, you.”

She blinks a few times before her face breaks out into the most beautiful grin I’ve ever seen. With a sweet laugh, she grabs me, pulling me down on top of her.

For the first few minutes, all we do is stare at each other. Maybe because we can. Or maybe because we’re looking for little things we might have missed while we were apart.

“Your hair’s longer,” I whisper.

“Yours is shorter. I didn’t think that was possible.”

She sighs softly, her eyes flickering to my mouth.

“So, Lieutenant Walker, are you gonna kiss me or not?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“You think too much.”

She rolls us over, and we both groan as she covers her body with mine. Steph kisses me, and from the very second her lips touch mine, with all their frantic urgency and sweet warmth, I know in my heart that something has changed. Our kisses have changed. Our touch has changed. We’ve changed. There’s a craving there. A deep and powerful yearning that wasn’t there before and can only come from spending time apart. It makes us kiss one another a little slower, hold each other a little tighter, and love each other a little more than we did just twelve weeks ago.

Steph suddenly lifts herself up, straddling my waist and sliding her hands along my stomach. Another flash of lightning in the sky shows me what she’s wearing.

It’s my Princess Bride T-shirt, the same one I was wearing the day we met in class.

“Nice shirt.”

“Thanks. I stole it from your closet before you left. I’ve slept in it every night.”

“Thief.”

With a sly grin, she leans down and kisses me again.

“You’ve stolen my clothes. Stolen my heart.”

Steph smiles against my lips.

“There’s something else I want to steal,” she whispers.

I slide my hands along her back, pulling her closer to me as I raise myself up. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she melts against me when I bury my face against her neck.

“I’ll give you anything, Steph.”

“Anything?”

”Whatever you want.”

I lift my head and find her eyes, deep and dark and full of tears. All of her earlier playfulness is gone as she places her palm against my cheek.

“I want your last name.”


Author Bio

loganAmazon bestselling author Sydney Logan holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education. She is the author of three novels – Lessons Learned, Mountain Charm, and Soldier On. Sydney has also penned four short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul.

A native of East Tennessee, Sydney enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.

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