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About the Author:
I live in paradise along the west coast of Canada with my
family and love reading, writing, and flower gardening. Oh, and I can't
function without coffee! Preferably at the beach with my sweetheart. :)
I write Romantic Suspense with tough, alpha males who know
what they want until they're gob-smacked by heroines who are strong,
contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love.
I've been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoy
writing romance novels that end with happy-ever-afters.
Mitch’s lips lowered to hers. All the lights and sounds
became a sparkling kaleidoscope and mixed with the sheer perfection of his
die happy right now, in this moment. That wicked, delicious tongue knew where
every nerve was located and how to parry and thrust until Becky was utterly
lost. She hung on for dear life with her eyes sealed shut to keep the world at
bay, and let him sweep her away
like now as she stood in front of her, quite possibly trying to figure out what
the phone call had been all about.
on earth happened?”
give me this attitude, honey. Your super boy didn’t show up that’s what happened.”
eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
heard me.” Jeri walked past her niece. “Your sex-on-legs lover boy hid like a frightened
cackle didn’t go unnoticed, and Jeri turned to her, anger rising.
this is not funny,” she said, with as much calm as she could summon.
a blind date with a guy who halfway through dinner goes to the toilet without returning
because his pills played havoc with his heart might be funny. Or being asked for
a 10,000 dollar loan on the very first date might also be considered funny.”
Jeri took a deep breath. “But I can’t see the funny side in sitting in a busy
restaurant, not to mention one of the best in town, waiting for your friend’s
neighbour who never turns up. Do the words trust
me ring a bell?”
date that doesn't happen might lead to love.
divorce, Jeri Belmont moved to Hobart and now runs a successful art gallery.
When her niece sets her up with a neighbour, Jeri expects a blind date like all
the others. But she never expected her date wouldn’t even show up because of
her age. Despite feeling unjustly judged, when she unexpectedly runs into him
again, she finds it hard to ignore Ely’s charm.
Lennox knows he shouldn’t have skipped the blind date because of the lady’s
age. After all, it had only been a date, not a lifetime commitment. When his
carpentry business takes him right to the woman he bailed out on, his guilt
turns into regret when he finds out she’s everything a man could hope for. How
can he convince Jeri he made a big mistake?
forgive him? Or is she hiding behind something else?
Angel turned Demon, Nathaniel
has been sent to Earth to tarnish pure souls, then banish them to Hell so
Lucifer may recruit them into his army. What Nate doesn't expect is a chance
meeting with Maya at a coffee shop in Mt. Vernon, Washington. He's drawn to her
innocence and purity. At first he wants to lead her into temptation so she may
join him in Hell but as he gets to know her, he realizes he also wants to
protect her. With a deadline looming and the King of Hades claiming Maya for
himself, Nate fights against his evil nature in a desperate bid to keep her
Maya lives a simple life. Work.
Eat. Sleep. Spending time with her best friend. When charming and stunningly
handsome Nate ends up at the counter of the cafe where she works, she's left
floundering at the intense affect he has on her. After agreeing to spend time
with him, she soon discovers more to the sexy newcomer than meets the eye. Her
world is turned upside down. Some things in fairy tales are real.
Mackey was born in New Zealand and moved to Australia when she was 12 years old
with her family, where she has lived ever since. She has loved books since an
early age and is an avid reader. This has helped lay the foundation for her
writing. She's published 7 novels to date with plenty more on the way. An
author with Limitless Publishing, she loves to spend time with family when
she's not writing or reading.
Amanda hopes to make writing her full time career and travel
in the near future
She was perfect for
what I had in mind. Timid. Easily led. After all, she was squeezed up against
me on the back of my bike after only having met me just over an hour ago. Silly
girl. I could be leading her to her death for all she knew. All in good time
but first I wanted to have a little fun with the stunning creature squeezing my
ass between her thighs.
It had been way too long since I’d had a woman’s curvaceous figure pressed up
against me and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Not today. Today was all
about bending her to my will. Showing her that I could play nice.
When she’d stumbled on the sidewalk, my instinct had been to protect her from
hurting herself. Strange. It wasn’t a need I normally succumbed to. Helping
others. It wasn’t in my nature. The thought of seeing her face planting the
concrete had driven me out of my comfort zone and into un-chartered territory.
A place that held emotions reserved for the weak and more humane creatures. It
wouldn’t serve me well to entertain those crippling sensations.
Letting the throttle out on the bike, we comfortably eased out of town. I loved
the sense of freedom my Harley gave me. Freedom was a relatively new
experience. Since leaving the confines of Hell I’d been given free rein to roam
the Earth to recruit an army for Satan himself. One could get used to life’s
pleasures. Even though I still had a job to do, nothing had been said about not
enjoying myself along the way.
Mia was a perfect distraction. Her body felt sensational, molded to mine while
the meaty throb of danger sat between my legs, fueling my lust as I put the
machine through its paces, enjoying the vibrations and roar from the engine. My
sexual urges were greater than that of any mortal male. Powerful lust driven by
debauchery and greed. A sinful nature. Oh, what I could do to the pristine soul
clinging to me as if her life depended on it. Watching the way her locks had
flowed over the pale column of her neck had me insane with need to have a
taste, for she was a true delicacy that I would indeed savor.
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“Advice is what we ask for when we already
know the answer, but wish we didn't.”
looked up at Teresa. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to discuss anything else.
In fact, he hadn’t discussed anything yet, and as far as he was concerned, he
just received one of the biggest blows in his life. His beautiful Saz was dead,
and he hadn’t been by her side to comfort her.
moved his head and looked out the window onto the busy streets of Melbourne. A smile
played at the corner of his mouth as he remembered the first time he had met Sarah.
He had been the new guy at school, and she had offered him the seat next to
her. Of course, it was awkward for him to be the only boy sitting next to a
girl, but after only a few minutes he wasn’t able to take his eyes off her. He
even had a few chuckles watching the frustration grow within her with the struggle
to contain her curly hair. She was constantly pinning back another escaped
strand of hair with a bobby pin, resulting in a big messy hair do at the end of
the day. And as he’d found out over the next months, it was a continuous
battle. One day, he was taking her home on his bike when she had a flat tyre, and
he remembered the light kiss she gave him on his cheek as she thanked him. He
was in love. Even at his fifteen years he couldn’t think of anything or anybody
else but Sarah. She was the one for him. Though still a teenager herself, she
had already radiated a mature calm. She seemed carefree and innocent. A trait
he had always admired in her. Considering the strict upbringing by her mother,
Sarah had always maintained her cheerful nature. And her headstrong nature and
impulsiveness often clashed with Teresa’s authority.
The conscience of a town steeped in sexism, vanity and
hypocrisy is pricked by the brutal murder of a mysterious woman in an LA park.
But the shock is transformed into a steamy, seductive scandal when the corpse
turns out to be Susan Whitaker, the flamboyant wife of the governor of
A secret lover/blackmailer theory leads to the indictment of
Hollywood's most influential black celebrity. It is only the beginning, for
Susan Whitaker did not, in fact, exist. Little does anyone realize that this
colossal fraud is a mere curtain raiser to a chilling world of ugly skeletons
dating back to the assassination of a U.S. senator in a Washington hotel sauna,
skeletons connected to riveting sex scandals in high places, skeletons the FBI
and political kingmakers will kill for...
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About the Author:
Augustine Sam is a bilingual Italian journalist and an award
winning poet. A member of the U.K. Chartered Institute of Journalists, he was
formerly Special Desk editor at THISDAY newspapers, an authoritative Third
World daily first published in collaboration with the Financial Times of
London. He later became correspondent for central Europe. His poems have been
published in two international anthologies: The Sounds of Silence &
Measures of the Heart. One of his poems, Anguish & Passion, was the winner
of the Editors’ Choice Awards in the North America Open Poetry contest, USA.
Augustine’s debut novel, Take Back the Memory, was awarded a
5-star medal by Readers’ Favorite. And
his collection of poems, Flashes of Emotion, was the 2015 International Book
Award Finalist. Augustine lives and works in Venice.
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The dim figure continued to lurk in the dusking patch of
tangled shrubbery until he was completely enveloped in darkness. Then he choked
and swore and frothed at the mouth and went down on all fours. After a while,
he clambered out of the shrubbery like a ghost, picked himself up deftly, and
wiped his hand across his brow. He was tall and had an athletic build. His
hands were covered with fleeced gloves, his face partially masked by a hood. He
had a definite presence in spite of the aura of repulsion that swelled around
him like foul breath. For a spell, he stood in death-like silence, in a navy
hooded sweatshirt, a pair of matching pants, and black running shoes. His dark
brown eyes studied his environment like a bloodhound determined to unearth a
misplaced object without losing its sense of smell.
A short distance away, small cylindrical light bulbs cast an
eerie glow over the lush greenery of Glennon Park, capturing its beauty in a
halo of kaleidoscopic brilliance. And then a throng of men in fancy tee shirts
and short pants intermixed with women in jeans and sleeveless tops, whisked
into view. The dim figure, hearing their muffled voices over the sound of the
fountain’s cascading waters, stiffened. Like him, the fountain stood in a
poorly lit area of the park. Surrounded by luxuriant shrubs, it was the place
where randy youths prone to exploiting the semidarkness for romantic mischief
loved to loiter.
On this particular night, there were no lovers necking by the
fountain, but there was something else. A black diamond Cadillac was parked
beside the fountain. The curiously unusual sight caused the dim figure’s hands
to shake with excitement. Cars were not allowed that far into the park, so whatever
fantasies within the limits of human accomplishment the Cadillac’s driver had
conceived, this was the wrong night for it, he mused. This’ll be my last
murder, he decided, the climax of a long, enterprising career as the greatest
hit man of all time. He was a killer so efficient and so elusive that even the
FBI nicknamed him Shadow of Death for his uncanny ability to dissolve into a
penumbra after every hit.
He immediately recognized the wonderful head of hair and the
slender, sensual neck as the lone occupant of the Cadillac appeared in
silhouette against the fountain. Suddenly his pulse quickened. He mopped his
brow with a handkerchief and contemplated the lady’s mesmerizing beauty. It
seemed odd to him now to think of her as a victim. He had loved her once; in
fact, he still loved her. And therein lay the quandary—a lethal clash between
his obsession and his survival instinct. The survival instinct, of course, must
win, he mused; for between them now stood the only thing that love could not
subdue—a very dark secret.
The Shadow of Death moved with stealth in the semidarkness
toward the Cadillac, his hands slightly shaking with excitement with every step
he took. His only accomplice was his own
shadow, perceptible to no eye but his. It seemed innocuous even to him, like a
specter, only there to see, not to arbitrate. It moved when the assassin moved
and stopped when he did, like a minion with no initiative of its own, an
android programmed to repeat the action of its mentor, silently, as only a
ghost would; and then saddled thereafter with the damning knowledge of the
truth, a truth that would elude the rest of the world—an everlasting witness, a
ghost that would never die.
There was deafening silence inside the Cadillac. All around
it, darkness closed in as slowly and unfalteringly as the approaching evil. The
assassin’s face was impassive, his heartbeat regular, but his muscles were taut
as he strained to open the driver’s door with his gloved hand.
She did not see him, could not see him, because she was leaning
face downward on the steering wheel.
Gripped by a morbid fascination with death, he stared down at
her, the roaring tension inside him silenced by his cold determination.
Everything would depend on this moment, this act, he mulled over, darting a quick
glance at the fountain. He did not want any interruption and there was none. He
reached for her throat silently, swiftly, giving her no chance to react.
There must be no error, he mumbled. His pressure on her
throat was fierce. Time, thoughts, fear, regrets, all ceased to exist as an
eternity seemed to roll by in a matter of seconds. And then relief flooded his
over, he almost smiled. It bore the mark of his usual professional
touch—smooth, fast, painless, and very peaceful.