Peace Officer Raylie McPherson’s mission in life is to protect animals from abuse, and if that means throwing the abusers in jail, so be it. So when the report of two downed horses comes in—from renowned Starstruck Stables, nonetheless—Raylie assumes she can make a quick headline arrest. Despite having to face her horror from the last time she rode, making her relieve her fiance’s death every time she sets foot in a stalbe, she is determinded to do her job. Her coworker swears the owner is innocent, but Raylie’s experience tells her he simply can’t be. But the suspect is anguished, grieving, and too rich to need the insurance money.
Ashton Lyre is devastated over the loss of his two favorite horses—a money maker and a brat. So he’s surprised that the pretty Peace Officer accuses him of the foul deed—for money, no less. She fears his horses, which intrigues him, for she’s obviously ridden before. However, he knows he must be cautious, for he just discovered his very empire was built on shaky ground. Should the pretty cop learn of his fraudulent start, he fears everything he owns could be forfeited, and every case that dips into his past dredges up his fears.
Can your first kiss and your last first kiss both be with the same person?
Jessalyn Swan has never found any man who could light a candle with a flame bright enough to outshine the torch she still carries for one Darius Covington and therefore has stopped looking. Her flourishing antique business is her hard won lifeblood-- a testimony to her feelings for the man she met once and has never forgotten. One magical date as a teenager has shaped her entire life, and nothing will tear her from her path.
When it comes to business or pleasure, middle-class Jessalyn knows she cannot risk losing her heart--or her livelihood--to blue-blooded Darius all over again.
Years of control and discipline vanish the moment Aikido champion Darius comes face to face with Jessalyn, the incredibly sweet teenager he had met ten years ago, the one who had left an indelible brand on his own teenage heart. But it seems to have gone both ways, for Jess now owns an antique store, a passion she had shared with him over the hours they had once spent together. Now, though, she will control the inheritance--his beloved uncle’s priceless heirlooms--and he can’t decide if he wants to publicly crush her or simply crush her in his arms.
To make matters worse, someone else is aware of their impasse, and attempts are being made on their lives.The inheritance must go to somebody. Survivor takes all.
Fun loving veterinarian Carla Krasinski is finally taking her dream vacation—a week in Key West. Working overnights in emergency means she sees all the critical cases... and no sun. So this week will be seven full days of brainless meandering and sunbathing. No life-saving decisions. No winter-white skin. Just a week-long stroll under the palm trees. Having her sister out of prison means Carla’s babysitting duties of her niece are also moot this week.
And the fact her new boyfriend proposed and expects an answer when she returns? Well, that’s what a week of no decisions is for, right? She’s one cabana boy shy of unadulterated bliss.
When DEA Agent Gunner Fitz gets the call that a possible drug deal is going down—by a woman he incarcerated and who just got released—he knows he has to follow the lead to Florida. Not only will this woman lead him to the crime boss, but also his abducted sister, the reason he went into this field in the first place. Catch the bad guy, free the girl. He’s got this. But Gunner gets sidetracked by a woman on the plane, one whose laugh captivates him. After scant minutes in her presence, Gunner knows unequivocally this is the woman he’s going to marry.
And then he gets the email: Carla’s the woman he’s supposed to trail. If Gunner tells her the truth about his mission, he’ll lose her. If he lies, he’ll lose her.
And when Carla’s only choice is to help Gunner rescue his sister, her decisions become matter of life or death.
Having a Texas friend in the quantum physics field makes Anya Littlefeather slightly more receptive to Cody Bell’s claim that he time traveled from 1898 into her backyard of 2013. He certainly seems to be an honest-to-God --albeit prejudiced-- handsome cowboy who is utterly surprised by the established neighborhood where he claims his family farm once stood. He’s a drifter, and Anya has too many abandonment issues with men to even consider a romance with someone who already breaks two of her four relationship requirements. This frees Anya to help Cody as one human does another, and not worry about the possibility of romantic involvement.
Cody had been racing home with medicine to save his niece’s life when his horse tossed him into this magic l place. This contemporary Indian squaw confuses him, for she doesn’t act the way his grandfather spoke of them during the Western Indian/Settler Wars, and she’s courteous and helpful and respects him as a man. Her offer to help get him home seems genuine, and he fears every day spent in this amazing land jeopardizes the life of his beloved niece. The last woman he loved died, and that scar makes him hesitant to love again, regardless of his attraction.
As the time draws near for the next time travel portal to open, Cody has to decide whether to go save the life of the last of his family, or stay here and start a new one. Anya has to either add one more abandonment issue to her list when he goes home, or ask Cody to let his niece perish and stay with her forever.
Being the apple of Hollywood’s eye is great for an action/adventure hero, but Rex Ronin knows he needs to break out of his typecast roles if he hopes to have any longevity on the silver screen. A fresh new role by a new director, filmed on the deserted Hawaiian Island of Koho’olawe, will grant Rex decades of acting opportunities and maybe even make him feel like a true hero, like his father. But a tropical storm strands him at sea, and when he makes land, Rex is saved by a woman running a wildlife preserve—on the very land Rex’s agent is turning into a mega-resort, one that will ensure Rex’s fame and fortune for the next hundred years.
Taking care of living things is what Tori Jackson does best; after all, she knows what it’s like to be broken and discarded. A car accident has scarred her, both physically and emotionally, so living among nature and protecting everything on her reserve is all that matters to her. So when a scruffy, shipwrecked vagabond shows up on her doorstep, Tori has no compunction against helping him. The only problem is that her reserve didn’t get the land renewal in time, and now her beloved property is at risk of turning into a concrete tourist destination. With no money, no power, and a coalition intending to steal the land out from underneath her, Tori needs something extraordinary to save everything she holds dear.
Rex craves fame and fortune, while Tori nurtures her flora and fauna. Was their shipwrecked encounter a disaster, or simply their destiny?
Lies. Deceit. Denial. A ghost. Must be Wednesday morning.
RoseAngel Dobson—psychic quasi-extraordinaire—uses her telepathic powers to help people and pets at her humane society job. She’ll be the first to admit, though, she’s a masked superhero in this regard, keeping her true colors hidden behind a ringing phone. Helping people—alive or dead—is what she does, and by golly she does it well. So when a darkly mysterious caller with the sexiest voice on the planet calls—accompanied by a ghostly vision of a boy in need—RoseAngel knows she has to find out who this child is, and how to help save him. It has absolutely nothing to do with trying to learn more about the caller who makes her heart do the jitterbug. Nope. Nothing at all.
Travis Mattison is hiding his true identity, going under the alias Trevor Matthews, although the spunky redhead who bumps into her at the grocery store seems to know his real name. He is too close to finishing a three-year olderal, suffering through a series of events that would put a lesser man in the R wing, and if Ms. Dobson knows who he really is, nothing in his world will be safe.
Including his life.
As the attraction between them grows, so does the risk. RoseAngel’s life gets upended, while Travis’ is endangered. All RoseAngels has to do to save their future is pinpoint Travis’ location on a map.
Too bad she was probably eating ice cream the day they handed out that ability.
GQ—aka Quinn—is the last man on the planet Magdalene Walsh should consider getting involved with; after all, he freely admits he’s trying to steal her security program, the one that would be the pinnacle of her career. He’s made no bones about the fact that she is a job to him, one that’s worth millions. So Maggie has no reason to believe someone else is out to get her program—at any cost. Her family turned on her in her youth, forcing her to live on the streets. Trust is at an all-time low; betrayal is the foundation upon which her life is built. Maggie is pretty savvy when it comes to human nature... but while her head tells her GQ must be lying, her gut says he’s not.
Ten years working Military Intelligence has put Quinn Goodman in some compromising positions, including some Secret Ops that have cost innocent lives. He’s eager to put the past behind him and work for his former Commanding Officer in a NYC private security firm, mixing in some espionage on the side. His first mission should be rather routine—break into the target’s penthouse under the guise of testing her new security system but sabotage it while he’s there. However, a deadly team of assassins is on the case, too, putting Quinn in another precarious spot: should he risk an innocent person’s life once again, or put up with the most bitter, witty, scathing, compassionate, distrustful, beautiful, perfect woman he’s ever met?
Gorgeous. Scottish. A musician—but not in the traditional sense. No, Matteu MacKenzie is one of the best bagpipe players around—a Master Piper. And Cora had given her heart to him, only to have him break it by choosing his music over her. But a secret they share is tearing them apart, and unless Cora is willing to acknowledge what happened, Matty feels their love can never be redeemed. And by midnight on New Year’s Eve, their chances will expire.
EVER SINCE they met as teens, they clicked. Completely.
EVER SINCE they started dating, they knew they belonged together.
EVER SINCE the car accident that ended innocent lives, Cora has been on her own—abandoned, bereft, betrayed by the only man she’d ever loved.
EVER SINCE the day Matty’s distracted driving almost cost Cora her life, he’s been unable to cope with how deeply he failed her.
They have not been the same EVER SINCE.