An Inn Decent Proposal By Sharon Buchbinder
Perfect Odds By Lashanta Charles
A Ghost To Die For
By Keta Diablo
Kat Henry Doran
For Money Or Love
By Margo Hoornstra
Take A Chance On Me
By M.J. Schiller
Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
June 1, 2017
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An Inn Decent Proposal, Sharon Buchbinder
Can an hotelier with a past and a chef with a future revive the grand dame in a
neglected old inn?
Perfect Odds, Lashanta Charles
When a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the new plan,
or cling stubbornly to the old one?
A Ghost To Die For, Keta Diablo
She didn't believe in ghosts...until one showed up in her room.
Raising Kane, Kat Henry Doran
Funny how a night in jail will change a woman's outlook on life.
For Money Or Love, Margo Hoornstra
She's the one woman he can't afford to lose.
Take A Chance On Me, M.J. Schiller
Who do you count on when the chips are down?
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Excerpt from Raising Kane by Kat Henry Doran
Lt. Kieran Pollack signs in to work
and comes up against the woman of his dreams: Mallory Kane, ace investigative
reporter. Unfortunately she's just spent the night in jail and is in no mood to
speak with anyone--particularly a cop.
“Anything I need to
know before I head upstairs, Sarge?”
“It’s all there.”
The night duty man passed him the report from the previous platoon. “The usual
pugs, thugs and mugs threw themselves a circus down at The Dirty Dawg last night.”
Kieran scrawled his name on the sign-in roster. “Again?
Somebody ought to look into closing down that pest hole.”
“I bet the Mayor is thinkin’ along those same lines. With the
Chief on vacation and the Deputy Chief at a meeting out of town, as PIO it’s
your job to handle the fallout. Lucky man.”
Fall-out? “What are you talking
woman with mile-long legs and hair the color of roasting chestnuts strode past
the desk, heading in the direction of the revolving door.
the sergeant advised under his breath. “TV Reporter. I was you, I’d head that
one off at the pass.”
In addition to a talent for scoping out shapely legs, Kieran
possessed the good sense to act on sound advice. After shooting both cuffs and
ensuring his tie hung straight, he glided up beside the woman. “Excuse me,
She stopped, threw
back her shoulders, then turned. “Yes?”
In the shimmer of an
early morning sun he saw a nasty bruise blossoming across one cheekbone and
“Does that hurt as bad
as it looks?”
“Who are you and what do you want?”
She possessed a voice designed to make
a man think of hot nights and cool sheets. Extending a hand, he launched into
his usual PIO song and dance. “Kieran Pollack, Public Information Officer for
the Victory PD. What’s a pretty thing such as yourself doing in a joint like
screech of tires on the street outside obscured any response she might have
made. Panel vans bearing the logos of the local TV affiliates disgorged
reporters and camera-persons who wasted no time in storming the doors to the
Public Safety Building.
attempted to head her off at the pass with a fast two-step and a faster line of
bull. “Look, can you help out this hard working public servant?”
raised one hand to shield her injured cheek. “Not without my
“Aw, now. Why do
you want to go and do something like that? We don’t need no lousy lawyers to
make things right, do we?”
“I believe it’s somewhere in the Bill of Rights,” she
murmured, eluding his out-stretched hand with a fast step to the left.
“Please. Hear me
out,” he pressed, one eye on the camera-persons now jockeying for position just
inside the doors. “I can make this all disappear―if we could go someplace to
talk. It would be to your advantage, I promise.”
A spark flared in those dull, pain-filled eyes. “I’d sooner walk barefoot
through a nest of pit vipers than spend one second alone with any member of the
Victory Police Department.”
There was the time I played private duty nurse for
my uncle, after he underwent a resection of an aortic aneurysm. Very scary for
a number of different reasons. It became my job to ensure Father Joe got
sufficient rest which boiled down to playing traffic cop and time-keeper on
visitors. On one afternoon, I could see Joe was fatigued and needed a nap. As I
rounded up the crowd to send them out the door, one smirked at me. "Who's
Nurse Ratched, Joe?" he asked.
I said, "Who are you, the Pope?"
He said, "Close to it, honey. I'm the
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