Simon and Vic are home from their honeymoon, just in time for a brand new case!
Mysterious missing person reports, a cursed motorcycle club, and an ancient entity add up to trouble. A bad bargain to stop a long-ago gang war requires a yearly sacrifice from a tightly-knit group of riders, and even their coven of witches hasn’t been able to stop the deaths.
Then the granddaughter of a former lighthouse keeper comes to Simon for help. When the lighthouses were automated, they lost their live-in guardians, who worked protective spells to shield the coast from killer storms and a murderous creature. Those protections are fading, and an old evil has gained power, growing stronger with every life it claims.
Can Simon and Vic end the deaths and disappearances, or have they finally found a foe too powerful to stop?
Thunder Road is an action-packed MM paranormal romance chock full of old magic, protective guardians, found family, an ancient monster, brave motorcyclists, helpful ghosts, loyal friends, psychic visions, hurt/comfort, supernatural suspense, and an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.
“What made the club bosses think someone had gone missing as opposed to just taking off on their own?” Ross leaned forward, intrigued.
About the Author
Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more explosions.
All of the modern-day Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of friendships and connections becomes clear.
Morgan and Gail believe that paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics, shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic.
She's also a huge fan of the TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox)
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Yep. This was back in the early 2000s. It amazed me that anyone would publish the story in its current form. I went through it and started editing it. I wish I'd had the self-confidence to try and become an editor at that point. I might have spared myself the back problems I currently have thanks to decades spent working in physically punitive jobs.
Fortunately, I didn't buy either Twilight or 50 Shades of Nope. I quickly DNFed both of those and returned them to their owners of questionable taste.
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Ominous Odyssey is a thriller and a love story. It takes place four years
after teenager Amos McCabe escaped from kidnappers. Now, with a degree in
archeology and anthropology, he gets an invitation to work at a dig site in
Italy south of Rome. Archeologists discovered the bones of nine
Neanderthals. The young man can’t wait to learn the secrets of these
prehistoric people.
The lead archeologist informs Amos there are tunnels they have not yet
explored. His curiosity gets the better of him. The adventurer brings his
headlamp and investigates before anyone arrives for work. When the young man
reaches the end of the tunnel, something terrifying happens.
He discovers he’s been transported to an alternate universe of 50,000
years ago. The explorer soon realizes there’s no way to escape. What
will become of McCabe? Has his exuberance gotten the better of him? Join
Amos for an adventure of a lifetime, in a new world of wonder.
About the Author
J.T. Kelly gained a love for the European continent while living in Rome,
Italy, for a year and traveling extensively. These incredible experiences
provided indelible memories. J.T. combined them with his fond recollections
of summers spent on Lake Maxinkuckee in northern Indiana. Coincidentally,
it's a place where other authors such as Kurt Vonnegut also enjoyed the
area's charms. Readers find that most of Kelly's fictional novels begin at
the lake where crimes occur. The stories frequently expand to Europe as the
good guys search for the perpetrators.
Prior to developing his eight novels, Kelly honed his writing skills as an
award-winning communications professional. An avid reader, J.T. has enjoyed
numerous authors in the mystery, thriller & suspense categories. As a
result, his followers will be hooked on the fast-paced excitement that rival
many novels in these captivating and addictive genres.
Can Simon and Vic end the deaths and disappearances, or have they finally found a foe too powerful to stop?
Blurb
Simon and Vic are home from their honeymoon, just in time for a brand new case!
Mysterious missing person reports, a cursed motorcycle club, and an ancient entity add up to trouble. A bad bargain to stop a long-ago gang war requires a yearly sacrifice from a tightly-knit group of riders, and even their coven of witches hasn’t been able to stop the deaths.
Then the granddaughter of a former lighthouse keeper comes to Simon for help. When the lighthouses were automated, they lost their live-in guardians, who worked protective spells to shield the coast from killer storms and a murderous creature. Those protections are fading, and an old evil has gained power, growing stronger with every life it claims.
Can Simon and Vic end the deaths and disappearances, or have they finally found a foe too powerful to stop?
Thunder Road is an action-packed MM paranormal romance chock full of old magic, protective guardians, found family, an ancient monster, brave motorcyclists, helpful ghosts, loyal friends, psychic visions, hurt/comfort, supernatural suspense, and an evolving, established romantic relationship with all the feels.
Excerpt
“For the amount of time we spent naked, we sure have a lot of dirty laundry,” Simon observed, looking at the overflowing basket. “How did that happen?”
“It was too chilly to go out without clothing, and we didn’t want to get arrested.” Vic tossed another pair of socks into the pile.
“Have you heard from Ross? Did the department survive without you? No crime sprees?”
Vic rolled his eyes. “Myrtle Beach isn’t exactly known for its crime waves, but apparently, things stayed pretty quiet. Ross hasn’t given me a lot of details—said he’d fill me in when I went to the station. I think he’s doing his best to help me extend that honeymoon feeling as long as possible.”
“Yeah, Pete keeps telling me that nothing much happened with the store.” Simon closed his empty suitcase and zipped it shut. “I mostly believe him, and I appreciate that he handled everything well on his own. But I guess we had to return to the real world sooner or later.”
As much as Simon had relished the time away with Vic, he also liked running Grand Strand Ghost Tours and enjoyed helping people—living and dead—with his psychic abilities. He knew the value of being able to provide answers and closure, and his insights had brought killers to justice and solved long-cold murder cases.
“Of course, we’re getting back just in time for the craziness that happens in the fall.” Vic set his empty suitcase aside. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that, but it is what it is. Motorcycle season is starting. That’s always busy—for good reasons and bad.”
Myrtle Beach had been a favorite destination for motorcyclists and cycle clubs practically since the bikes were invented. Road rallies ended in town with celebrations on the Boardwalk. Cycle clubs held fall gatherings once the beaches weren’t quite as crowded and the temperatures more leather-friendly. Local cops cracked down on cars and cyclists cruising Ocean Boulevard, but people managed to make several passes before being shooed away and then returned.
Bikes and bikers were a subject of conversation. Businesses appreciated the influx of visitors in the shoulder season—the months when the weather was warm, but most of the tourists had gone home. It picked up some of the slack from the exodus of beachgoers. Locals grumbled about traffic and noise, and some held outdated impressions that raised questions about crime or violence.
As Vic frequently pointed out, thanks to how expensive good bikes had become, the average bike owner was forty-seven. Which was at odds with the perception of young toughs from fifties-era movies.
Not that carousing didn’t happen, but the average rider was also married and much more likely to be an accountant or a doctor than a drifter.
“It’s usually not the bikers causing the problems,” Vic said. “It’s the people who come to the bars to hang out and pretend. They’ve seen Roadhouse a few too many times and want to live the dream.” That usually meant they woke up hungover and needing bail.
I messed up. I was meant to have a review for this book today, but I am still dealing with health issues. I finally have an appointment tomorrow to see a specialist for the sudden onset sciatic pain I went to the ER about six weeks ago. I hope to have the book finished over the weekend. I appreciate your patience.
About the Author
Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic and urban fantasy, with less romance, more explosions.
All of the modern-day Morgan Brice and Gail Z. Martin series crossover, so characters from one series appear in cameos and on page in important secondary roles in books from other series. Each book can be read as a standalone, but the more you read the more the expanded universe of friendships and connections becomes clear.
Morgan and Gail believe that paranormal elements make any story even better, and her worlds are full of ghosts, psychics, shifters, creatures, vampires, monster hunters, and magic.
She's also a huge fan of the TV show Supernatural. (Chibi art by Kamidiox)
Penelope Pawn had an addiction. She liked candy, sword-fighting shadows,
and boys. Still, something was seriously wrong and she couldn’t put
her finger on it. Being homeless wasn’t as bad for her as it was for
most. She had a way of collecting kids that turned into family, like
brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, every time another kid agreed to come
with her to the hiding place she’d created, a rush of power would
surge through her like she’d consumed a drug, sealed a deal, or done
something wrong. There was one guy, though, who wouldn’t come. When
Terek showed up at her doorstep, a place well hidden from most others, and
demanded she heed his warning, it was the first time she feared an enemy's
strength. Was he a challenge that could become her savior, revealing the
truth of her past to her? Could this boy show her how to repair the fiber of
the world she’d unknowingly ripped apart, causing a catastrophic end
to the home she’d built for herself and the lost ones?
About the Author
L.M. Preston, a native of Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to
create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. She is an author, an
engineer, a professor, a mother and a wife. Her passion for writing and
helping others to see their potential through her stories and encouragement
has been her life’s greatest adventures.She loves to write while on
the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another
passion that encouraged her writing.
Devlin Taylor is Earth's first ambassador, seeing the universe with his alien boyfriend Zal by his side. But nothing is straightforward when you're the first human on board a spaceship. Devlin and Zal need to keep their relationship hidden for now, and many others on the ship would like to get the chance to explore a new species’ anatomy.
New planets, strange worlds, and exciting adventures await Devlin, but when an unknown species tries to board the Chroalian ship, something doesn't add up, and Devlin is left wondering what is going on. Add in homesickness, jealousy, and cultural differences, and Devlin has a lot to learn. Good job Zal is by his side every step of the way.
Devlin fastened the buttons of his suit jacket. “How do I look? Suitable for drinks with the captain of a starship?”
“As much as I love you in a suit, and probably even more out of one, I do have to ask if it’s really the right attire for your new position.” Zal was sitting up in bed, his bright orange hair sticking out at all angles and looking like he’d not long before engaged in several rounds of energetic sex. Which was unsurprising because that was exactly what had happened.
“The Ministry said the office dress code extended to my position as Earth Ambassador, but you might have a point that I should probably consider this the equivalent of your dress uniform.”
“I don’t have one of those yet. While I wait, the closest thing I have are my ambassadorial robes or my formalwear. And the latter didn’t survive the evening after our leaving gala. The ship’s quartermaster told me in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t a seamstress when I asked him to repair the side seam that somehow got split.”
Devlin chuckled at the memory. They had thought it would be their last night together, with Zal leaving Earth at the end of his visit. At that time, Devlin thought he had no way to leave with him. They had been very enthusiastic. “You did get a bit excited, but at least you have a chance of repairing your robe; my poor shirt ended up being put in the rag recycling box.”
“I’m sure I can find a way to make it up to you.” Zal patted the space next to him on the bed with the point of his tail. “I promise not to damage the one you’re wearing.”
“Nice try, Zal, but you should be getting ready. You’re supposed to be my liaison officer, and I’ve got a drinks reception in my honour to attend. I don’t want to be late.”
Zal muttered something Devlin’s translator either couldn’t or wouldn’t translate but got out of bed. “We’ve plenty of time yet. Let me grab a quick shower. I can hardly turn up reeking of sex with a human.”
“For all the crew would know, the smell could be a new cologne you picked up on Earth.”
Zal laughed and stole a quick kiss as he headed to the bathroom, naked. “Eau d’Devlin does have a nice ring to it, but the last thing I want is someone else liking your scent. That, and your fuzziness, are all mine.”
Devlin loved the pattern of scales that ran over Zal’s skin and his tail which now, like often was the case, writhed as if it had a mind of its own. Zal was hairless and, because of it, had a fascination with Devlin’s body hair from the first time he’d got his hands on his hairy chest.
Staring around his new cabin, Devlin still couldn’t believe he was here. There was no mistaking that the vista outside his porthole was space. He was the first Earth Ambassador and would be travelling on this ship for the equivalent of ten Earth months before reaching Zal’s home world, Chroalia. The idea of all the fascinating people he would meet was the icing on the cake of being with Zal. They had thought it impossible, both having given up on finding their happy ever after, yet here they were.
A ping came from a panel on the wall by his bed. He wandered over to it. It pinged again, and he saw written in green font: incoming communication.
For want of a better option, he tapped the writing and when nothing happened there was a third ping. “Hello?” he tried.
The screen came to life and a face appeared. They had bright pink skin and a neatly trimmed purple beard but not a wisp of hair on their head, which made their ears look bigger than they were, especially with their elaborate earrings. “Ambassador Taylor?”
“Yes?”
“I am Dr Golic. You’re supposed to report to Medbay once you’ve settled into your cabin. Where is Lieutenant Catenmir? He was aware of the requirement.”
He had a vague recollection that he would have a medical once he came aboard, but Zal hadn’t said when. Zal was currently in his shower, removing the evidence of how they’d christened his new bed, and since no one was meant to know they were in a relationship yet, it might give the game away. “Er…”
“According to the location sensors he is in your cabin.”
“He’s just using the bathroom. Once he’s done, I’ll have him bring me to Medbay.”
“Good.” Dr Golic gave him a strange look, which Devlin couldn’t decipher. He suspected he was going to get quite a few of those in the first few weeks aboard ship. “Come immediately. That way I can take your base levels before they are contaminated from anything you might imbibe, as I understand you’ve a welcome reception to attend.”
“I’ll trot right along.”
“Walking will be acceptable, Mr Taylor. There is no need to engage in Earth equine activities.”
Rebecca Cohen spends her days dreaming of living in a Tudor manor house, or a Georgian mansion. Alas, the closest she comes to this is through her characters in her historical romance novels. She also dreams of intergalactic adventures and fantasy realms, but because she’s not yet got her space or dimensional travel plans finalised, she lives happily in leafy Hertfordshire, England, with her husband and young son. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and sloe gin with lemon tonic in the other.
It takes a guardsman with the heart of a lion to love the hunt master and
survive the wrath of the duke.
A chance encounter lands young Curran a coveted position as Duke
Luthias’s personal guard, but his seeming good fortune soon sours as
the evil and deception woven into the castle walls takes its toll.
Tanis, the lover the duke makes Curran surrender as part of his oath of
loyalty, is the only man he can trust to help him stop the duke’s
ill-fated campaign to punish the northern marauders. But Tanis has secrets
of his own, and as much as he loves Curran, they could lose much more than
their lives if he gets involved now.
When the raiders retaliate for the duke’s acts of war by laying siege
to his castle, all three men are forced to take refuge within the fortified
walls. Who lives and who dies will depend on one man having the heart of a
lion.
The Following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
EXCERPT
England 1446
The Foot of the Chevoit Hills
“This was a fine idea,” Curran Aurick announced to the world at
large. He arched his back until the rest of his naked body floated to the
surface of the steamy water. The natural hot spring formed a bathtub big
enough for ten large men, but this night Curran had it all to himself. Of
course, if one of the castle functionaries ever caught him here, his good
fortune would take a sharp turn for the worse.
“A member of the guard must not befoul the healing waters into which
His Grace’s lily-white bottom descends,” he mocked in the nasal
tone of the keep’s chatelaine. LikeLuthias’ arse shat
daisies.
Not that he had any personal knowledge of the arse belonging to Luthias,
the Fourth Duke of Otterburn. Yet. Duke Luthias hadn’t been home since
Curran took the post of guardsman. That in no way diminished the respect and
love which blossomed in Curran’s heart as he listened to the epic
tales spun about His Grace’s battle prowess, kind heart, and lusty
cock.
The great nobleman had beaten back the northern marauders time and time
again. His campaigns on the border separating his beautiful duchy from the
Scottish rocks prevented the butchering heathens from spilling stout English
blood throughout the peaceful countryside.
As his large family lived in one of the duke’s protected villages, it
was a cause Curran wholeheartedly supported. It was also one of the biggest
reasons he’d left home. Curran planned to spend his life chasing
adventure so his younger siblings back home never needed to run in fear from
the barbarians. What better way to accomplish that than by joining the
duke’s army and learning the art of making war from the man who did it
best?
Unfortunately, as a member of the duke’s home guard, Curran had no
opportunity to take an active role in the duchy’s defense. The only
time he’d had to draw his weapon was to fend off a playful attack by a
quartet of maids.
Thank you, ladies, but no thank you. It took something stouter than a
virgin’s plump breasts to make his cock sit up and take notice. Given
the dearth of male lovers in the area, every so often Curran became tempted
to take a bite of the sweet meat the ladies offered him. The notion never
lasted long, for he need only look at their powdered and perfumed bodies to
have his manhood bow down in defeat.
No, his body and soul belonged to men with a warrior’s heart. The
heart of a lion. Rare men like Luthias.
True, the duke was aging, but far from infirm if the stories told about him
contained a grain of truth. His corded thighs were laced with battle scars.
His hands were calloused from a strong grip on the hilt of his sword. No
doubt the man’s cock would stand as tall and proud as the duke
himself.
Curran longed to know what would please so great and worthy a man in the
privacy of his bedchamber. Yet, bedding the duke was a dream destined to
remain unfulfilled. His first three wives were fragile creatures, dying in
childbirth or soon thereafter according to common servant gossip. The fact
that he kept replacing those he’d lost even after procuring a male
heir spoke to his preference for feminine charms.
Did the duke require his wife to pleasure him with her mouth first? Or was
it her warm, wet channel that His Grace preferred? Would there be anything
Curran could do to entice the man to sample what pleasures could be found in
the arms -- and snug arsehole -- of another man?
Curran let his thoughts linger on the arousing topic, generating an
internal heat equal to the temperature of the mineral-laden water
surrounding him. His engorged cock bobbed against his flat stomach as he
imagined being impaled by the duke’s cock. Soon his cock swelled with
the need for release, even if it had to come from his own hand.
Under the water, his feet sought solid ground upon which to rest. The
irregularly shaped wall of the pool provided an alcove which cupped his body
perfectly. His fist encompassed his cock, stroking the hard cock in a steady
rhythm. He didn’t have much room to widen his stance, but he did what
he could with his other hand to bring his balls equal pleasure.
“More, faster,” he moaned encouragingly to the duke of his
erotic dreams.
His imaginary lover complied, taking care to rub a thumb over the head of
his cock on the upstroke, just as Curran preferred.
Sharp edges of the natural formation had been chipped away to provide a
surface that might abrade but not slice through tender flesh. Curran
relished the sensation of the rough texture against his skin as he flexed
his hips.
In and out, his cock thrust through his tight fist. No, not his, the
duke’s. And what was it Luthias was saying? Oh, yes. That Curran was a
brave and honorable man. A man who pleased the duke in so many
ways…
“Yes, yes. Take me fully into your mouth, sire,” Curran said
aloud. It was the last coherent phrase he could utter, for the power of his
release overtook his muscles and he cried out to the full moon in one long,
shuddering breath.
And in the brief silence that followed, Curran heard a shrill, avian cry
that chilled him to the bone.
About the Author
Kira Stone has been around the block…the writer’s block, that
is.
From vamps and witches to historical heroes, from futuristic scientists to
paranormal corporate executives, from Canadian werewolves to off-world
shifters, Kira has written about them all. Manlove has sparked hot and heavy
in many of her plots, but Kira also finds a lucky lady to keep the sexy
heroes company from time to time. While Scotland remains her favorite place
in the world, Kira is constantly in search of new adventures to add to the
creative primordial ooze where her best stories are born.
A murdered boy. Tortoiseshell eyeglasses. A letter written by a young man
to another that reads like a lover's spat. One portable Underwood
typewriter. Two confessions.
Will Babe and Manny live or die?
It's the early 1920s and arrogant teenagers Noah "Babe" Lieberman
and Roman "Manny" Loewe have it all: money, brains, freedom. They
reside in the same affluent Chicago neighborhood, come from successful,
respectable families, and enjoy privileged lives. Both are intelligent
prodigies who graduated high school early. But Roman, an extrovert, is
handsome and popular whereas Noah is average-looking and spends most of his
time with birds and books. After meeting, they embark on a wild journey of
vandalism, burglary, and arson. Their personal relationship escalates, and
their criminal acts morph into more sinister behavior as the two flout the
laws of the "common" man and live their version of the
Übermensch, or "superman" as defined by Friedrich
Nietzsche.
One hundred years ago, the world was stunned to learn that Nathan Leopold
and Richard Loeb, two wealthy, brilliant university students, had confessed
to kidnapping and murdering fourteen-year-old Bobby Franks. Why did Leopold
and Loeb do it? For "pure love of excitement, or the imaginary love of
thrills, doing something different," they said.
D.L. Scarpe's Übermensch fictionalizes the Leopold and Loeb case,
focusing on the reason why the gifted teenagers' lives took such an
unexpected turn, destroyed three families, and captivated the country in
what was dubbed at the time as the "crime of the century."
About the Author
D.L. Scarpe has always had stories rattling around inside her head, locked
up tight, only set free on those endless childhood nights spent swapping
tales with her best friend. The story-weaving continued into
adulthood–her little secret. However, raising a family; managing a
household; building retaining walls, patios, or fire pits from stones (rock
“jigsaw puzzles”); refinishing oak floors and furniture; or
helping her husband on a roof–although she tried to pay attention when
on a roof–kept her too busy for that other side of her to come out.
So, it remained a secret.
But kids grow up and bodies get too tired for physical labor, and now
it’s time to pursue her own passions and dreams. Working on her bucket
list, she picked three things that make her happy, and she’s pursuing
them all with no apologies:
Marcus, Lord Haversham, is in a tight pinch. His estates are failing and, worse, he’s just lost three thousand pounds to his best friend, Lord Ainsley. Ainsley’s solution: have Marcus marry his shrewish sister, and he’ll cancel his gambling debt plus give him ten thousand pounds for her dowry. With nowhere else to turn, Marcus agrees, praying he can keep word of the wager from Miss Locke long enough to charm her into marrying him.
When Marcus discovers Kate’s list however, he can’t keep himself from trying to show her how wrong she is about him. But in the process, will he be able to avoid falling in love with the stubborn woman?
When Mercy Brown accepts a position as companion to the sister of Jonah Barnes, a wealthy and rugged former sea captain, she has no idea that she’ll soon be entangled in their quirky family’s secrets.
Oklahoma saddle bronc champion Lamont Fortune lives a lonely life. He has family he doesn’t see very often and although once a man of faith, his has faded. He’s late getting out on the circuit this year but before he can put his spurs on for the season, his life changes when he takes in a neighbor’s stepson after a fatal overdose. When the boy’s aunt arrives from New York City, it’s complicated. Matilda Mannheim and Lamont bristle but when they learn Shayne can’t leave the state, Lamont is the only option. Lamont nicknames her ‘Tilly’ and both realize they misjudged the other. With many challenges looming, Tilly has the faith he lacks. As he takes tentative steps toward God, he resists prayer until everything changes. His chance to build a life with Shayne and Tilly depends on whether he can make the right choices and most of all, if he can manage a prayer.
Derrick Andrews is talking with his wife, Rachel, and feels he needs to go with is dad, Jacob, to Austin to talk with the authorities. They’ve been demanding Jacob to release his sermons for scrutiny before they are delivered from the pulpit. He has refused. Facing arrest, he now wants to make his appeal.
Tortured duke reunites with a mysterious lady to search for answers from their intertwined pasts and expose those who orchestrated the evil that scarred them both. She’ll do anything to protect her younger sisters and he’s desperate to make amends.
I've visited many lighthouses, both here in NJ and elsewhere. Symbolically, lighthouses are a beacon of hope but until the advent of GPS, they were important navigational aids. In 1789, our Congress approved the Lighthouse Act, which was the first public works program in our country.
When I wrote THE KEEPER'S SECRET, I intended for the lighthouse to be that symbolic beacon of hope for the hero and heroine.
Following the death of his grandmother, Noah Fielding returns to Alinta Bay and the first thing — or person — he finds is the next-door neighbour in his nan’s bathroom — naked no less. Still jetlagged, he doesn’t hit it off with Molly at first. Yet, over the next few weeks, as his past uncovers itself bit by bit, she becomes is anchor, his friend, and his lover.
Molly Reid had the world at her feet, happily married with a young son … until a tragic car accident took everything away from her. With her heart broken, she moves to Alinta Bay to escape the memories of the past. Her peaceful existence, however, is interrupted after a heavy storm floods her house and she temporarily moves into her recently deceased neighbour’s house next door.
When Noah’s friend and partner goes missing during a routine flight, Noah returns to Alaska to help, but will he come back for Molly?
When Amanda Duncan headed West to find her missing brother, she knew she was out of her element. Her privileged upbringing in a fancy boarding school hadn’t prepared her for the perils of frontier Texas. So Amanda made a plan—all she had to do was hire a hero. But when the legendary Harmon Bass showed up, he wasn’t what she expected. What kind of hero didn’t carry a gun?
I’m in a Romanian bar soaking up mulled red wine. It’s a seedy place, everyone sitting mutely at his or her table. I’m not the only woman present; an even more elderly lady is ensconced in the stairwell’s shadow. High on the wall, a television is tuned to a station with traditional music, and Gypsy musicians hammer at cimbaloms or make fiddles weep. Up there, in a fantasy world of carved wooden houses and primeval forests, famous songsters warble traditional tunes, swaying mixed choruses trill, and dancers whirl.
