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New #AshwoodFalls box set is available

Thursday, June 25th, 2015
AshwoodFallsVol2_72Happy Friday Eve! I have news for all you bundle lovers!
Ashwood Falls Volume Two
Includes: Surrendering to the Alpha (#3), A Rebel’s Heart (#3.5), and Divided Loyalties (#4)








Surrendering to the Alpha

Ashwood Falls book 3


Ashwood Falls’ leopard Alpha, Keegan Andrews holds onto the pain of his deceased mate as his own personal hell—a reminder that not all things are what they seem. The Pack Scribe, Addyson Lewis is no exception. She’s intrigued him like no other since the day she stumbled into Ashwood territory about twenty-five years ago. When he discovers that just being near her calms the storm inside him, he can’t stay away even if it means exposing her to the evil she tried to escape.



A Rebel’s Heart

Ashwood Falls book 3.5


Widow and mother of five full-grown males, Sarah Matthews lives the best she can—one day at a time. Now that her babies are having babies, she relishes in spoiling her grandkids. But her inner mountain lion is restless and Sarah can’t shake the feeling something is lurking in the woods surrounding her home. The unease becomes a reality when a man she thought died with her mate five years ago comes back into her life with trouble on his heels.



Divided Loyalties

Ashwood Falls book 4


Hayden Raines has always followed the rules. As the Ashwood Fall wolf Marshal, he has to set the example for those working under him. When he sets his sights on the beautiful human hunter things go downhill, fast. Fate has a funny way of turning things inside out—because the woman he kidnaps, the enemy he might need to protect his family from, just happens to be his mate.


Spotlight Sunday: Dance Away, Danger by Alexa Bourne

Sunday, June 15th, 2014

Thank you, Lia, for allowing me to visit today! I’m so excited to get a chance to share information about one of my favorite books of my own, Dance Away, Danger! This book is a romantic suspense story that came out this past January. It’s available in both ebook format and print. I hope you like the excerpt!


DanceAwayDanger_v2Dance Away, Danger

(Book 1 of the Hanover Haven Series)


Sensible dance instructor Tessa Gage likes her life organized, risk-free and on her own terms. When her cop brother goes missing, his crooked partner tries to kill her, and a handsome stranger claims he’s come to protect her, she’s forced to leave her comfort zone. With more dance and business sense than survival skills and no idea who to trust, Tessa has no choice but to rely on this man who’d rather be anywhere but by her side.

When carefree carpenter Matt Rylan gets a late night call from an Army buddy who once saved his life, he finds himself where he never again wanted to be—responsible for someone else. Honor demands Matt cooperate, but he never expects his simple babysitting job to test the limits of his self-control. Nor does he expect it to explode into a race against time for his very freedom.

As Tessa and Matt get closer to the truth, and to each other, Tessa learns to step outside the safety of her world to help set the wheels of justice in motion. For Matt, supporting this courageous woman suddenly becomes everything to him.  Yet, his biggest challenge remains sharing his closed-off heart with her before the danger silences them both forever.


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Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.

When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website,


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A niggling sensation danced across the nape of Tessa Gage’s neck. What was that thumping? She yanked her thoughts from her to-do list, reached across the desk, and killed the radio. A low wind whistled outside the office window. No one would be crazy enough to knock in this weather at this hour. The night remained silent. Fingertips of unease released a shiver down her spine.

“It’s nothing, Tessa. Just your tired, overworked imagination.” If she had a social life like normal people, she would’ve left when the studio closed hours before. Instead, she’d agreed to stay late and catch up on paperwork for her pregnant boss. She glanced at the open office door and beyond. Soft light from the lamp in the far corner trickled across the wooden dance floor. The offices on either side of hers remained shrouded in darkness. No boogie men stared at her through the glass partitions. She strained to hear any movement beyond her cluttered cube and set her pen down. When she pushed away from the desk, the wheels of her chair squeaked.

Tessa cringed. Froze.

The studio remained still. Her brother’s warning sprang into her head; if something didn’t feel right, get the hell out of there.

As quietly as she could, she stepped to the doorway and studied the empty dance floor. Shadows coiled around the lobby furniture to her right, accentuated by the pale moonlight seeping through the window blinds. Everything appeared normal. And yet, it felt wrong.

A blast of frigid winter air barreled from the rear of the building.


Tessa scrambled to the desk, grabbed her cell phone.


Shadows expanded on the floor behind her. Her fingers shook as she pressed 9…thump…1…thump.


The phone slipped from her grasp and clattered on the tile floor. She swung around and came face-to-face with a dark-haired stranger.

“How did you get in here?” How the hell did the man know her name?

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “The lock on the back door needs to be replaced.”

He took a step toward her.

“Stay away!” She clenched her fists at her sides. Good grief, he blocked her only exit.

“Take it easy.” He raised his hands. They were empty of a weapon, but he had used them to break in when most of Hanover was already in bed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Why should I believe you?”

They stood still, facing each other. He didn’t look so tough in his brown leather bomber jacket and construction boots—average height, average build, average features.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” She raised her chin, throwing out a fearlessness she didn’t possess. Damn, how many times had Jason tried to teach her self-defense? Why hadn’t she paid more attention?

“My name’s Matt Rylan. I’m a friend of Jason’s.”

She shook her head. “I know my brother’s friends. I’ve never seen you before.”

Spotlight: Riptide by Amber Lea Easton

Thursday, August 30th, 2012

Hello! I have Amber Lea Easton over today with Noah and Lauren from Riptide.


Setting:  Rum Point on Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands.  Hammocks sway in the breeze between towering palm trees as the tide goes out leaving an array of pools where kids lurk looking for small sea creatures.  The Caribbean Sea stretches to infinity beyond the long pier.  A parrot occupies a perch near the bar squawking out random sayings like “I’m gonna get ya” and “all is lost” (a real cheery bird).  A group of scuba divers fresh off a dive gather at a long table outside the bar, their rowdy laughter mixing easily with the sound of the sea and Jimmy Buffet music. 

Noah Reynolds, shirt more off than on as he leans back in his chair staring at the horizon while the sea breeze tosses his black hair from his forehead, spins the empty beer bottle on the top of the table. 

Lauren Biltmore, long blonde hair twisted into a loose knot at the base of her neck and wearing a white sundress that leaves her shoulders bare, taps her fingers along the back of Noah’s chair, her blue eyes watching me enter with only a tinge of apprehension clouding their depths.


Me: “Hey, you two. I’m glad you were willing to take the time to see me.  I know your lives have been a bit hectic lately.”

Lauren: “That’s a bit of an understatement, don’t you think?”

Noah smiles, his attention finally drifting to me. “Just another day in paradise.”

His sarcasm isn’t lost on me. “Well, I’m not here to discuss the mess you’ve been immersed in.  My readers want to know more of the juicy details.”

Noah motions to the bartender for another beer.  “Ah, I see.  I love talking about the juicy details. Bring it on.”

Me: “Well, you two fought your attraction to each other for awhile. Why and was it worth the wait?”

Lauren laughs as she shifts forward in her chair.  “Worth the wait?  Hell, yes.  Why?  Well, I wasn’t exactly in dating mode when I came down here. I wasn’t sure I trusted myself to get involved with someone right away, especially not someone like Noah.”

Noah: “What does that mean?  Someone like me?”  He winks at her, his smile saying that he knows exactly what she means but wants her to say it anyway.

Lauren:  “A playboy, that’s what.”

Noah:  “Me?  I’m as harmless as a puppy.”

Lauren:  “A pitbull puppy maybe.”

Me:  “But, Noah, you held back, too.  You were the one who pulled away even when Lauren wanted more, at least at first.  What’s up with that?  I mean, look at her…she’s hot.  How could you resist?”

Noah shrugs, his attention now focussed on the fresh bottle of beer in his hands as his fingers toy with peeling off the label.  “Women and I haven’t had a great history.  And there was the stalker…I knew what Lauren had just been through and didn’t want to drag her into the mess.”

Lauren:  “No one drags me anywhere.  I went willingly.  As for the other women in your past, I guess I’m the exception to the rule.”

Noah smiles against the rim of the beer bottle.  “You are definitely exceptional, sexy lady. No doubt about that.”

Me:  “Tell me more about the stalker.”

Lauren takes a long sip of her sangria before looking me in the eye.  “I thought I was going crazy, I really did.  After what I’d left behind in Atlanta, I couldn’t be sure what was real and what was my imagination. I wasn’t exactly proactive in getting therapy back in the States so…when things starting happening here, I thought perhaps I’d finally snapped.”

Me: “At first you said you wanted to use Noah for six weeks of no-strings-mind-blowing-liquify-your-bones sex…when did that change into love?”

Noah, suddenly riveted on the conversation, looks at Lauren.  “You said that?  Really?  Hell, I’m up for that at any time, babe.  I knew you were into me.”

Lauren rolls her eyes, a blush staining her cheeks. “You had to go and feed his ego, didn’t you, Amber?  Seriously?  The man doesn’t need any encouragement.”

Noah links his fingers through hers before looking at me. “No matter what happened here on Cayman–the stalker, the near-death experiences, the murder–Lauren is the best thing that could have happened to me. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without her.”

Lauren squeezes his hand and stares into his face.  “Likewise, babe.  I’d do it all again. Well, maybe not all…but you know what I mean.”

They lean into each other for a kiss so tender I can’t help but feel I’m intruding.  Sometimes when you’re in the presence of true love, all you feel is awe. That’s how I feel now sitting here with Lauren and Noah with the Caribbean framing their silhouettes.




Title: Riptide

Author: Amber Lea Easton

Publisher: Siren-Bookstrand

Length: 98,000 words

Genres: Contemporary Romantic Suspense (Adventure)

Heat Level: Steamy


AVAILABLE AT: Bookstrand



One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she’s accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story.  She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother’s home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.

Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter, Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer’s block and while he’s dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.

Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah’s stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What’s real? What’s imagined?  Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge.


His two days on board the Angelfish with Larry had been good for him. Larry had convinced him of the absurdity of his theory that Alicia still walked the earth and assured him that he’d help find out who was bringing up the past. Sometimes there was nothing better than an old friend, even one who tended to piss him off more often than not.

He toweled himself off, his thoughts centered around Lauren and their last date. It hadn’t exactly gone as planned given the dead guy face down amidst the fish. Not that he’d helped the situation with his not-so-smooth-moves-on-the-beach later. The past two days had given him perspective. He wanted her. Right or wrong, mistake or not, he needed to see where this could go. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Maybe tonight he’d get another chance if he could track her down.

“Noah.” Lauren cleared her throat from where she stood outside the open bathroom door. She leaned against the wall in a Caribbean blue tank dress that hugged her body in all the right places, legs exposed from midthigh down, ankles crossed, long hair glistening over lightly tanned shoulders, gaze averted to the floor and smile playing across lips he desperately wanted against his skin. “Sorry to barge in. You left the deck door wide open.”

“No problem.” He cinched the towel around his waist and wondered exactly how long she’d been standing there. The thought of her watching him shower and dry off did crazy things to his nervous system. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Erin told me.” She leaned her head back against the wall and dragged her gaze from his toes upward. “Heard you were on private charter for the past few days.”

He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and let her gaze soak him up. He liked the way she looked at him as if he were dessert.

“About the other night…I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you? Dinner tonight? Etcetera?” he asked.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, gaze lingering on his chest. “Are you sure this time? No running away when things get hot?”

Electricity zapped in the three feet separating them.

Damn, the woman did insane things to his rational thinking. He’d decided on the boat that he needed to see her, make things right, take it slow, get tangled up in some strings. Seeing her live and in person threw common sense out the window.

“I can’t decide if you’re hotter when wet or dry…I’m thinking it might be a tie,” she said.

Oh, what the hell. With an opener like that, how could a man resist? He crossed the space between them, slipped his hand behind her neck, and kissed her on that mouth he’d been fantasizing about all week.

Her hands slid over his damp chest while her mouth moved slowly beneath his, her teeth lightly catching his lower lip. Eyes open, they smiled against each other’s mouths.

“Miss me?” he asked.

“It would be very uncool of me to answer that.” She slid her hands over his abdomen and lingered on the towel. “Are you still wanting to back off, or have you come to your senses?”

He braced his hands over her head. The only thing he wanted to do was kiss her slowly and make her beg for more. He looked into her eyes. “You’re making me forget all of the reasons this is a mistake.”

“A sexy mistake.” Her fingers touched his chest in a featherlike caress. She licked her lips.

“Good point.” He smiled. “We’re headed into the danger zone.”

“You have no idea how dangerous.” She tugged on the towel, a wicked grin in her eyes.

Oh, he had an idea about the level of danger. He’d thought of nothing else for the past forty-eight hours and ranked this situation a solid Level Red. Despite that, all he could think about was how good it would feel to have her long legs wrapped around his hips while her nails clawed against his back. He needed to pull the emergency brake. Slow, he reminded himself. Slow.

He leaned against her, enjoying the way her body arched toward his like a magnetic pull. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck. “What do you want, Lauren? After the other night, you know I’m more complicated than I seem.”

Her gaze flicked up to his. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Show me. Let’s make some mistakes together. We’re both consenting adults. What the hell?” she whispered, her teeth pulling at his lower lip.

“You’re reckless.”

“Does that scare you?” she asked.

He paused a fraction over her lips and looked into her eyes. Yeah, she was scary reckless, but that turned him on more than he could say. So what if she wanted to use him for a distraction from her own demons? He knew that had something to do with it—the woman oozed intensity.

Her mouth widened, taking his like a woman starving for the taste of him. Ravenous. Her fingers fisted in the back of his hair. Her bare foot slid up the outside of his leg. Tongues clashed in a passionate dance that left no doubt about mutual desire.

He pressed her against the wall, uncaring about the slipping of the towel down his hips. This woman made him want more than he had dared want in years. His hands roamed up her sides, thumbs caressing the outline of her breasts. Closer. He couldn’t get close enough.

She pressed her hips against his. “Five days ago I didn’t think I’d feel any emotion ever again. Now here I am making out with you. Insane.”

“A little bit of crazy is good for a person.” He wrapped his hands in her hair, holding her face close to him. “What do you feel now?”

“You. I feel you.”

“You say all the right things,” he said against her mouth. His skin rippled beneath her touch. He couldn’t explain his reaction to her…he felt like an addict in desperate need of a fix.




Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. For twenty years, she’s worked in the fields of journalism and advertising with a brief detour into the financial industry.  Although she holds a BA in Communications & Journalism, she is a perpetual student of life who enjoys taking post-graduate courses on a wide variety of subjects when time allows.  Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges, but who ultimately persevere.

Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life’s twists and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she’s writing, she considers herself to be simply “a lucky lady liv’n the dream.”


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Guest blogger Sandy Wickersham talks about her new release, The Diamond Road

Wednesday, July 11th, 2012

Thank you for having me on your blog today, Lia! The Diamond Road is an inspirational romantic suspense with an unexpected setting, occupation, and plot. I’ve been given some odd looks when I tell people where I got the inspiration for the book. Though women are a large part of the Ice Road Truckers TV show viewership, many women in my area aren’t fans or hadn’t even heard of it. The show is mesmerizingly addictive even after I learned that the danger was overblown the first season. There’s just something about men trying to out-drive each other in 50 below zero on ice that could crack under their truck at any moment that keeps people watching!

A year or two before the TV show premiered, I’d seen a special on the History channel about the pioneer of Yellowknife’s ice roads, John Denison, who started them in the 1950s, so my interest was piqued. The germ of the idea for the book didn’t happen until the show’s second season on the History Channel. I discussed it with my oldest son as we drove to a store one day. He said today’s young readers want lots of explosions and stuff. We collaborated on the main characters’ names based on one of his favorite TV shows, Jake and The Fatman. Connie Willams’s name came from Conrad Williams who was the Fatman, and Jake Baxter’s name came from the character Joe Penny played, Jake Styles.

My family thought I was weird as I recorded every episode of the second season of Ice Road Truckers and got all the first season when the History Channel repeated it, took copious notes, researched on the internet, and started the rough draft, making sure the female main character was a trucker. There’d been no women truckers the first year! Finally, I got to the point where I knew I needed some local flavor so I called people in Yellowknife and found a new friend in Faith Embleton of Embleton House Bed and Breakfast in Yellowknife. She set me straight on Yellowknife’s relationship with trucks, truckers, and the ice roads.

Between the calls to Canada, and the promotional items Faith and others sent me, I learned I had a massive re-plotting and rewriting to do, which led to the book’s final version. All the notes and took and episodes I recorded? Basically useless except for quick references to the gold and diamond mines names and distances from Yellowknife and setting my truckers’ personalities, from the bad guy to the good-hearted men who’d give their life for a fellow trucker.

I love the story and final version, but I learned one lesson other writers may need to hear; before you spend a lot of time drafting a book set in a country you’ve never visited, call local residents and get the facts so you don’t end up with a problem I just found in the book while looking for an excerpt, an error in distance between two buildings that are in the book constantly. It was one item I’d had wrong in early versions of the manuscript and when I was sick during the final edit, I missed correcting this important point in one paragraph. Now when Yellowknife residents read the book, they’ll think I didn’t do any research at all. I’d spent hundreds of hours researching but three days of illness at the wrong time blew it all.

I hope any beginning writers reading this will remember what I learned and remember to do better drafting and proofreading in the early stages because you never know what will happen a year or two down the road in the final editing.

Now for happier news, I’m holding my first contest for a free download of the book to a poster who best describes what your dream ice road trucker would be like. Since this an inspirational suspense, all answers must be G-rated.




Devoted to her family and God, American trucker Connie Williams decides to run the ice roads to earn money to pay her beloved father’s mounting bills as he fights kidney failure. Losing him will destroy her. Subconsciously, she feels inadequate because she never went to college like her siblings and still lives life like a teenager.

Canadian professor, rancher, and ice-road trucker Jake Baxter runs the ice roads for money to keep his ranch out of his greedy siblings’ hands. He clings to the ranch because it’s the only thing keeping his parents alive in his heart; their deaths are too fresh in his mind, too overwhelming. He blames God for his parents’ deaths and hates seeing any living creature die.

During Yellowknife, Canada’s ice roads, they will face two truckers fixated on murderous revenge. Connie and Jake and their friends have three short months to solve the mystery of who their attackers are and stop them, or die.



Jake faced Connie, a serious look in his eyes. “Did you know your dad turned me in for speeding my first year?”

“He didn’t tell us much about you. Here’s my load, 62,000 pounds of structural steel. How fast were you going?”

“About twenty-three miles an hour instead of fifteen. My first offense. I was in a downhill slide. Since I was so much over the speed limit, I was suspended off the ice for five days.”

She looked at him, puzzled. “If you were sliding, how was it your fault?”

“Officials figured out that I started down the hill faster than I should have and picked up speed as I slid. Pure rookie inexperience.”

She asked, “No one considered that?” as she checked the steel’s placement on the trailer.

“Not much. The result of speed, intentional or not, can be what happened to that speeder and his victim.”

“Do you resent my dad? You could have made over $8,000 those five days.”

He came to her and pinned her with his ice-gray gaze. She could see sincerity lurking there. “Not at all. He passed loads to other drivers to show me how to go down hills properly. He didn’t have to do that.”

“The land is flat in Alberta, so you couldn’t have had much experience on hills. Let’s find your load.”

Two trailers down, they found his load, eight black mining-truck tires.

“How much do they weigh?” Connie asked, staring dumbfounded at their sheer size.

Jake laughed. “They’re twenty-five tons of black rubber worth $144,000.”

“I’ve never seen such monstrosities!” she said, walking around the trailer with Jake, her eyes aglow. “They must be at least twelve feet across and five feet thick.”

“You should see the machines they belong on. They’re bigger than houses.” His eyes gleamed like a kid in a candy store as he described the trucks and worked to add straps to the chains already on the tires.

She was as enthusiastic as Jake, and said, “I want to see them when we get up there.”

“You probably will. Let’s go strap down your load.”

When they arrived at her load, she said, “This will be a tricky haul. Looks to me like these pieces will shift all over the trailer as I drive.”

Jake couldn’t understand why Mrs. Garreck gave a rookie such a treacherous load. Maybe she wanted Connie to learn on the job. “A correct assessment. You never know what can happen. All you can do is stop frequently to tighten the straps and keep your speed down.” He winked at her and smiled.

She winked back. “That goes without saying.”

Jake moved closer. He could almost feel her in his arms. “After we hook up Betsy, I’ll help tighten the straps. Then we’ll check them before we leave the Meadows.”

“Thank you. Let me make them as tight as I can first. I can’t rely on others all the time.”

With Betsy hooked to the trailer minutes later, Jake inserted one end of each strap in a binder and threw the other end over the load to Connie. After putting her strap’s end in the matching binder on the trailer’s other side, she pushed down with all her weight on the long steel pipe she put on the binder’s handle.

Jake soon joined her. He watched her work and love filled his heart. He gave a silent prayer, the first in years, Dear Lord, please help me make her parents my in-laws. I feel like I’ve known her all my life. Keep us safe on the ice until I can convince her that I love her. “Let’s see how you did.” He walked the trailer’s length and tried to tighten each strap. “Only the last two were loose. The rest were very tight. You’re very strong for your size.”


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About Sandy

A native of Muncie, Indiana, Sandy married while in the US Air Force and moved to North-central Ohio in 1973, where she’s worked as an LPN since 1980. Since the writing bug bit her in 1990, she’s earned an English degree, sold her first two books, had two granddaughters, taught college courses, substitute taught in local schools, and taught an adult-education creative writing class. In addition, her oldest son, who spent time on dialysis, had a kidney transplant. Sandy celebrates her 40th wedding anniversary next year. She decided to embark on earning an MFA in creative writing in 2011. She wonders where busy authors like her find time to write?

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Book Spotlight: Shadow of Deceit by Mal Olson

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012

The Independence Day Blog Hop is still in full swing. I’m giving away a $10 Amazon GC and signed swag. Click here and following the rafflecopter instructions. Happy Hopping!



Can an FBI agent obsessed with redemption and a grieving widow desperate to clear her husband’s name learn to believe in love again?

Shannon Riedel faces down danger when a gunman breaks into her office claiming her dead husband swindled him. When FBI agent Tony Crazaniak arrives to investigate, sexual heat sizzles. The ex-Delta Force operative’s massive presence and dark eyes trigger an attraction the young widow finds unnerving.

When Crazaniak convinces Shannon she needs his protection, they partner to unearth secrets her husband left behind—secrets involving a Tanzanian mine that yields perfect blue diamonds coveted by dealers around the world—secrets connected to a terrorist leader Crazanaik has vowed to take down.

With danger surrounding them, two emotionally wounded souls bond, but can they put their demons to rest and trust in love? Can they survive long enough to find out?



The gun Shannon came across at the bottom of a neatly folded stack of masculine attire on her bed shouldn’t have surprised her. She’d seen the agent’s Glock earlier.

Intrigued, she reached for the pistol, an object that seemed so out of place in her bedroom. As though she were familiar with handling firearms when she wasn’t, she wrapped her hand around the grip then jerked her head toward the bathroom door, conjuring up thriller fantasies.

But she didn’t have to conjure anything when she noticed a letter poking out of Crazaniak’s inside jacket pocket. Nor did she have to imagine the fact that the closet door stood slightly ajar. Her stomach clenched, a mix of anger and unease. Had the FBI agent been nosing through Tyler’s belongings?

Tit for tat—the urge to sneak a peak overwhelmed her. Her heartbeat ratcheted up as she shifted the gun to her left hand and reached for the letter.

At that instant, she sensed a presence behind her. Even as the sound of water pounded the walls of the tub enclosure, Shannon knew in her heart of hearts that six foot-plus of dripping wet, naked man stood not relaxing under the water jets, but hovering five heart-palpitating feet away.

“Want to toss me my clothes?” he asked.

Unwilling to face him, she remained quick-frozen like a pillar of ice.

“Tell me you weren’t snooping in my things,” he rumbled.

“Tell me you weren’t snooping in my closet.”

“ I wasn’t snooping.”

She eyed the edge of the letter. “I thought I’d treat your duds to some suds. You want to hang out in my robe for a few?”

“Not enough material there to cover my manly attributes. I’ll settle for day-old Jockeys, and what the hell were you doing with my pistol?”

“Nothing.” She almost turned around.

Her chest thumped. The thought of Crazaniak au natural not only spiked her pulse, it titillated her imagination. She waited for a chord of guilt to strum across her heart. It didn’t happen. Instead, discord fluttered low in her abdomen, and she sensed him moving closer.


About Mal

Mal Olson writes adrenaline-kicked romantic suspense. When her consuming passion for writing allows time, she enjoys reading, flower gardening, jamming with friends on the mountain dulcimer, and hiking in a nearby state forest (or in the mountains somewhere). She has three grown children and one granddaughter and resides with her own special hero in southeast Wisconsin where she juggles writing time with her freelance landscape design business.

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Praise for Shadow of Deceit:

Sizzling Hot Reviews ~ Shadow of Deceit is a fast-paced novel that will draw you into the chaos surrounding Tony and Shannon, and won’t let you go until the end.

Beverly at The Wormhole ~ “Wow! This one has it all! Non-stop action, hot and sexy characters, betrayal, smokin’ romance, and a thrilling plot.”

Stacey Joy Netzel, award winning author of Lost in Italy ~ Shadow of Deceit delivers on the author’s promise of adrenaline-kicked romance with great characters, a well developed plot, and action packed scenes that’ll keep readers turning the pages and wanting more!

Gothic Mom’s Book Review ~ In the 150+ books that I read per year, there are very few that receive a five star rating. Shadow of Deceit did just that. Non stop action, sexual tension, an adventure that had me on the edge of my seat…A fantastic book that had me from page one…

Storm Goddess Book Reviews ~ Shadow of Deceit is an excellent suspense novel from start to finish! …If you’re a fan of romantic suspense, add Shadow of Deceit to your list of reads. Mal Olson is on my list of authors to watch-and buy!

Lissette Manning, author ~ This was such an intriguing story. I enjoyed every minute of it. So much so, I couldn’t put it down.

Cocktails and Books Review – Shannon ~ I love a good romantic suspense story that can draw you in immediately and keep you hanging on til the last page…An excellent read…

Keeping Up With The Rheinlander’s ~ This read is quite a rush…action packed, full of sexual tension, tragedy and of course deceit!! …I highly recommend this book if you like action packed drama with an interesting romantic twist! I look forward to reading more from Mal Olson!!

The Reading Reviewer – Mary Gramlich ~ Mal Olson writes with the perfect combination of mystery, suspense, and romance to keep every reader pleased with the turn of the page.

Book Spotlight: The Shoppe of Spells by Shanon Grey

Wednesday, April 4th, 2012

Shanon Grey ~~ FictionWeaver

Weaving romance and suspense with threads of the paranormal

About Shanon: 

Shanon Grey weaves romance and suspense with threads of the paranormal. THE SHOPPE OF SPELLS is the first in her series, THE GATEKEEPERS, about the quaint town of Ruthorford, Georgia and its very special inhabitants. PENNYROYAL CHRISTMAS ~A Ruthorford Holiday Story~ is out in e-format as well. MEADOW’S KEEP is due to be released this spring. Under contract with Crossroads Publishing House, her books are available in e-format and print at most booksellers.

Shanon spent her life on coasts, both the beautiful Atlantic and the balmy Gulf. Hurricane Katrina taught her the fragility of life and the strength of friendship, family, and starting over.

She just found out that her son salvaged notes and pages of her original novel, Capricorn’s Child, which she thought has been destroyed with everything else. (Ironically, a neighbor found her marriage certificate in a tree.) She plans to resurrect her original novel one day.

She currently lives in Coweta County, Georgia, trading the familiarity of the coast for the lush beauty and wonder of the mountains, where her husband fulfilled her lifelong dream—to live in a cottage in the woods, where inspiration abounds.


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The Shoppe of Spells

The Gatekeepers Series, Book One

When is a whole more than the sum of its parts? When it has ties to the quaint little town of Ruthorford, Georgia—as Morgan Briscoe discovers when a cryptic message threatens to change her life forever.

Morgan’s relatively normal life is turned on its ear when she learns not only that she is adopted, but her birth parents are dead and she now holds half-interest in a business with their ward, Dorian Drake, who, despite his riveting good looks, can barely conceal his hostility toward his new partner.

Morgan discovers that she is more than she seems and together she and Dorian have the ability to control a portal to another dimension. Unable to contain their growing attraction, Morgan and Dorian dance around their desires and her burgeoning abilities, until danger forces them to face their destiny.




Morgan lay motionless, listening, struggling to define what woke her. A faint hum, almost imperceptible, thrummed through her body, battling the very rhythm of her being. There was something familiar about it. Was that hum from a smoke alarm going off in the distance?

The air crackled around her.

She released the breath she’d been holding and opened her eyes. Damp curls clung to her neck as she shifted up on her elbow and scanned the room. Streaks of light spiked beneath the closed bedroom door—the only light penetrating the room’s inky blackness.

Panic seeped into her sleep-fogged brain. Fire! She threw back the covers, felt a slight tingle as something brushed against her leg, and watched a faint violet outline disappear into the darkness. Thank God, her cat was in the room with her. Morgan swung her legs over the edge of the bed, felt the soft carpet under her toes and tried to remember all the rules about fire as she rushed closer to the spikes of light snaking toward her feet.

She reached out and patted at the door with her fingertips. The wood was cool to the touch. Her heart hammered as she watched the sparking light sizzle across her feet. Not hot, exactly…more…electric. Her mouth went dry. She forced her hand around the doorknob and, not getting a shock, turned it and pulled the door toward her.

Blinding white light, like that from a welder’s torch, filled the doorway, forcing her to shield her eyes.

“It’s okay,” a deep voice cajoled, “I’ve got you. Close your eyes and let me guide you.”

Squinting, she looked down and saw a strong hand reach through the light toward her. She eased her hand forward to meet his. As their fingers touched, a sudden flash of violet, followed by a bolt of energy exploded between them, thrusting her backward—into nothingness.

Her arms flailed, her hands grasped, seizing empty space.

Morgan screamed—a soundless howl, as her breath was sucked into the void.

She tumbled backward, plummeting into a black abyss.

With a jolt, she sat up in bed, drenched in sweat.