Okay, he wouldn't lie, he was a fighter, too. But nobody had to know that. Especially not Memphis Tennessee Conner and her stuffy attitude when it came to cops and ‘men like him.’
Memphis knew cops. Her daddy was a cop. He was also the president of a motorcycle club. Needless to say, he’s about as alpha as they come, and she’s tired of overbearing men who think they know how to run her life better than she does.
So when Downy comes into her life running his smooth talking mouth, she realizes that she’ll have to stand strong against his pretty words and promises to give her what she needs.
Downy is determined, though.
He’s the hostage negotiator for KPD SWAT, and he’s never met a person, man or woman, he couldn't talk around into his way of thinking.
Although, Memphis is about to show him just how much he miscalculated.
Seems Downy may not be as smooth as he thought, and Memphis is just the girl to show him the error of his ways.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
Homicide Detective Vance Summers has seen his fair share of bloody crime scenes, but nothing could have prepared him for the gore he is about to endure, not even his nine years of experience on the job. A serial killer is on the loose in Los Angeles attacking whole families, and Vance is the only one who can catch him. But that’s not what the killer seems to think. What becomes a fun game of cat and mouse to the killer, turns Vance’s life into a living hell for him, his family, and his friends.
Sweet, demure Melina Higgins is minding her business when – BAM! – she literally crashes into the most gorgeous man she has ever seen. Although hesitant to date a man whose dangerous job consumes his life, she is unable to control her attraction to this sexy, sensitive, family man. When a serial killer sets his sights on her new detective boyfriend, Melina has no choice but to help fight for her man…and her life.
*Warning* This book is intended for mature readers over the age of 18. It contains graphic sexual content, foul language, gruesome murder details, an emotional rape scene, and some hot m/f and m/m action.
Vance violently shoves the phone back into his pocket. He is all worked up now and needs to get himself under control before going back to his family. He slips out the sliding glass door and onto the back deck, which is off the kitchen. He walks over to the railing and leans on it with his hands. Hanging his head, he tries to take some deep breaths to calm himself down.
After a few minutes, Vance hears the hiss of the sliding back door open and close. He lifts his head and glances over his shoulder to see Melina walking toward him. The look on her face is one of sympathy and worry. She sidles up next to him and puts her hand on his lower back.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
Vance sighs and rubs his face. “Yeah. That was Shawn. The DNA got us nothing - no matches, nothing.”
“So what happens now?”
“We sit on our asses while this sick bastard murders another family.” Vance shakes his head and laughs in disbelief.
“A family? It's been families that are being killed? Wait! Hold up! Those two murders that’ve been all over the news?” Melina asks horrified.
Vance curses at himself for letting that slip and paces away from her. He laces his fingers on top of his head as he walks around the deck. “Yes,” he answers, glancing at her.
“Families, as in children, too? I always change the channel,” Melina asks in a small voice, her hand to her throat.
Vance glances at her again, the tortured expression on her face making him want to kick his own ass for opening his big fucking mouth and letting that slip. His silence confirms her question as she lets out a soft gasp, rushing over to him. Melina throws her arms around his neck and holds him close.
“Oh, Vance. No wonder you have such horrendous nightmares,” Melina soothes.
Okay, that’s not what he expected to come out of her mouth. He thought he was going to have to comfort her; but instead, she is the one trying to make him feel better. Vance relaxes a bit and lets his body sink into hers as she strokes the back of his head.
Vance pulls away slightly, just enough so that he can see her face. She is frowning, hard. He tucks her silky hair behind her ear then leans down and presses his lips against hers. They both let out a sigh. He threads his fingers into her hair to cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss. God he loves the feel of her tongue sliding against his. He wraps his arms around her, completely engulfing her tiny body with his. Melina responds by pressing herself more firmly against him, clutching the back of his shirt.
Vance is just about to slip one hand down to her ass when he hears two little giggles. “Ew, Uncle Van, that's gross!” Hailey hollers.
“Yeah, grody,” Olivia chimes in.
Vance and Melina tear apart and look toward the house. Hailey and Olivia's cute little faces are behind the screen of the open window, while the rest of the adults are standing behind the sliding glass doors laughing.
Melina blushes hard and puts her hands to her face. She’s embarrassed and it’s adorable. Vance turns to his nieces, who are still giggling in the window. “You think that’s gross? Wait until I get a hold of you two,” he says wickedly and starts for the sliding door. “I see big wet kisses in your future.”
Hi! My name is M.D. Saperstein. I am currently a stay at home mom with my two gorgeous kids. I wasn't always a full time mom, though. After graduating from the University of Florida - Go Gators! - I attended law school at Stetson University. I spent the next 10 years practicing law. I also spent some time counseling mental health patients in an out patient psychiatric hospital. But, until having my own children, my most rewarding job by far was licensing families to receive abused and neglected foster children.
So, that brings us to today. In my spare time, while my children were napping, I started editing novels for other authors. The more I edited, the more ready I felt to write my own. I just needed a new and exciting story line. Once Hey There, Delilah was conceived, the ball starting rolling very quickly. I hooked up with fellow author Andria Large, and we decided to tackle it together. Best decision ever!
I spend most of my free time with my husband and children. But when I get some "me" time, I love to read. Mostly romance and erotica, but I don't discriminate - a good book is a good book, no matter the genre.
When Addison Hayes world was turned upside down, she found herself spiraling into a darkness that not even her two best friends were aware of.
With the start of her senior year, Addie finds herself entangled in a twisted game with brothers, Chase and Chance Logan, which leaves her feeling lost and confused. But sometimes out of complete chaos arises a blindingly blessed insight. That insight goes by the name of Jake Riley. Jake doesn’t scare easily. No matter how hard Addie tries to push him away. Will Addie lose herself in the darkness or will she be brave enough to set herself free?
“There’s no pink in this room,” he said, his expression almost comical and his eyes were filled with disbelief. “Girls usually like pink, right?”
“Not this girl,” I said, thinking about Kara’s obsession with the color pink. She loved it enough for the both of us.
He turned and tugged off one of his boots, and then removed the other. “So what do you like, Addie?” The bed shook a little as he scooted back and leaned against the headboard right beside of me. His hand covered mine, his fingertips brushing the back of my hand and making my pulse jump to life with his gentle caress.
I chewed on my lower lip and sneaked a peek at him. He was watching me, and I lowered my eyes focusing on his hand holding mine. “The usual,” I replied, and when I looked over at him he appeared thoughtful.
“That’s pretty vague,” he said, and lifted my hand from my lap to slide his fingers in between mine.
“Well, uh,” I stammered. Why was I so nervous now? Was it because of the bed? “I like simple things; old movies, photographs and music. I like gray and purple,” I blurted out, feeling silly and felt my face heat. I was such a dork.
He tugged on my hand and wrapped his other arm around my back to pull me against him. Warmth settled in the pit of my stomach. The feel of his chest against my cheek as I lay half draped across him made my mind buzz. This was a high that I had never felt before. Chance could be the one. His hand stroked my hair, his fingertips massaging my scalp and so help me, he made me yawn.
“Are you sleepy?” he asked, his body shifting down onto the bed, and his muscles clenched beneath my hands. He grabbed another pillow to shove behind him. His warm breath caressed my skin when he leaned forward, his lips brushed my cheek before he settled back against the pillows. “This is nice,” he said. I raised my head from his chest and gazed up at him. “I like spending time with you, Addie. I find myself liking it just a little too much.”
“That’s impossible,” I told him, and his lips quirked into a half-way smile. “You can never like something too much.”
“Says who?” He asked, his eyes studying my face.
“My sister,” I replied, thinking of the first time Nate had asked her out on a date. At the level of her excitement when she had come home that night singing his praises, I had told her that maybe she liked this guy just a little bit too much. Tears picked my eyes, and I felt Chance’s finger brush against my cheek. “Natalie always said when you love someone you love them with your whole heart. You don’t get to choose which bit or piece of yourself that you give away. You might end up with a broken heart, but at least you know that you gave it your all.”
“I think, I would have liked your sister,” Chance said, and a tear seeped from the corner of my eye trickling down my cheek at the kindness in his voice. He brushed it away. I smiled at him through my tears. “I think she would have liked you too,” I told him.
He grinned, leaned forward and I raised my head so he could press his lips against mine.
It was a gentle, sweet kiss.
Photo by Allene’s Photography
Linda Oaks has always had a passion for books. At the age of five, she was a book of the month club member. Her love for books eventually led her to a love of writing. She resides in Eastern Kentucky with her husband, two children, three dogs and a pet rabbit named Dozer. She can be found on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Wattpad and Instagram. She can be also be reached by mail at authorlindaoaks@gmail.com. She loves connecting with her readers.
Before disappearing at sea, Marissa Pruitt’s father—a once revered marine archaeologist—walked the line of insanity, claiming to have seen a mermaid during an ordinary dive in the Gulf of Mexico. He abandoned his life and career, completely obsessed with chasing the truth.
It’s been years since his death, and Marissa is still tormented by countless unanswered questions. When she finds dive coordinates and a stone pendant hidden in her father’s things, she asks for help from his old protégé and sets out to give her father one last goodbye and maybe find closure for her troubled heart. Instead, she finds the truth he’d been searching for all along, with a life and love she never could have imagined. But there’s a price to see it all, one set by betrayal and paid with an anchor at her feet and salt water in her lungs.
Marissa inhaled her first breath from the bailout bottle, hard and deep, and held it as she jerked at the chains for escape. Holding a breath while diving was not the best idea. It led to more recovery breaths, wasting more air. But, with a limited capacity bottle, she had to take the risk. She needed more time.
The anchor hit bottom. Her bare feet followed a moment later, colliding with its metal and the sand below, kicking up a cloud of sediment. She didn’t bother to look around. Her focus was only on the chain, but that didn’t keep her brain from wondering what was around her. The light from the surface was weak, dispersing through the water with only a faint glow. It was some reassurance that there were fewer predators around to smell the blood from the cut on her head. That light and reassurance would be gone soon enough, though. She wouldn’t last to see it go completely dark. She’d either be topside or dead.
Her heartbeat pounded on, a clock counting down to her fate. It screamed for her the words she couldn’t speak. It screamed for the air she couldn’t freely take.
J.M. Miller currently consumes her coffee in Florida. When she isn't busy being distracted by social media sites, she writes Young Adult and New Adult romance novels that vary in genre from contemporary to paranormal, with a little mystery thrown in for fun.
Aside from spending time with her family, she loves to travel and will jump at the chance to go anywhere, whenever life allows.
