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February 2, 2016

Blog Tour Book Review: Against the Wall by Jill Sorenson

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Releasing on February 2, 2016
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Fans of Katie McGarry, Simone Elkeles, and Tammara Webber will love Against the Wall! As teenagers, they fell for each other despite the odds. But now that Eric and Meghan are all grown up, they’re reunited by fierce passion and dangerous secrets.

Eric Hernandez is the bad boy of every schoolgirl’s fantasies—and every mother’s nightmares. But after serving time for manslaughter, he’s ready to turn his life around. He just needs a chance to prove himself as a professional tattoo artist. The one thing that keeps him going is the memory
of the innocent beauty he loved and left behind.

Meghan Young’s world isn’t as perfect as it looks. The preacher’s daughter is living a lie, especially now that Eric is back. Tougher, harder, and sexier than ever, he might be the only person she can trust. But there’s no telling what he’ll do to protect her if he learns the truth, and that’s a risk Meghan won’t let him take. And yet, back in the arms of the troubled boy with the artist’s soul, Meghan can’t help surrendering to the man he’s become.
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Noah exchanges a glance with April and takes Jenny into the kitchen. It’s awkward, being on his turf. I don’t belong here. I belong in Castle Park, the down-and-out neighborhood where I used to live with my grandma. Now she’s in Mexico with the rest of my family, and I have nowhere else to go. Nowhere safe, that is. I’m supposed to stay in a stable environment, and I can’t leave San Diego. It’s one of the conditions of my parole.
“Let’s get you settled,” April says brightly.
I grab my backpack and follow her. On the phone she told me I could sleep in the den. It looks sort of like an office with a small bed in the corner. I spot a vintage desk and an old-school record player I recognize as Meghan’s.
I’m struck by memories of the last day I spent with her. She had a room upstairs back then. When we first met, it was just Meghan and Noah living here. She put on some music and I laid her down on her bed. I took everything she had to offer and then some. I can’t even bring myself to regret it. That memory, more than any other, has sustained me on lonely nights in my cell. I’ve jerked off to a thousand variations of it.
I know that Meghan moved out a few months ago, but I imagine her lingering presence. The smell of her hair on the pillows.
“This was Meghan’s room?” I say, my voice hoarse.
April opens the closet, which is half-full of girl clothes. “I can ask her to move her stuff.”
“No,” I say. I don’t need the space; everything I own fits inside a backpack.
“Are you sure?”
I sit on the bed, nodding. This arrangement is temporary, anyway. “Which room are you going to use for the nursery?”
April waves her hand in the air. “I want the crib in my room. You can stay here as long as you like.”
I wonder if Noah is on board with this. He can’t be thrilled about having an ex-con under the same roof with his pregnant wife and stepdaughter. He got promoted to the homicide division, but money might be tight. I should cut out as soon as possible. I’m not a charity case, and even though Meghan’s not here, it doesn’t feel right to inhabit her space.
It feels . . . dangerous. Tempting.
I’ll never forget the look on her face when I told her I didn’t want her. She stared at me with soft blue eyes and trembling lips, pale from shock. Hardest fucking lie I ever told—and I’m an accomplished liar. But I couldn’t let her waste three years on me. I couldn’t let myself wish for something that far beyond my reach. I had to be cruel to be kind.
At least, that was how I justified my actions three years ago. Looking back, maybe I just wanted to be a dick. Getting locked up has that effect. It touches every raw nerve and stirs every violent tendency. It stokes prejudices and festers resentments. The only acceptable outlet for male prisoners is rage.
“When you’re ready, come out to the backyard. Noah’s grilling some carne asada.”
My stomach rumbles loud enough for her to hear. Smiling, she slips out the door and down the hall. She looks happy. That’s the difference in her, along with her rounded belly and fuller curves. She’s not exhausted anymore. Noah takes care of her. Or she takes care of him.
They take care of each other.
April hooked up with Noah around the same time I started seeing Meghan. He interviewed her about the murder of one of her coworkers, a waitress at Club Suave. Cops aren’t supposed to date anyone involved in their investigations, but apparently he couldn’t resist. They fell in love before I went to prison and got married shortly after. 
Noah has been good to April and Jenny. Much better than Raul was. Even so, my urge to leave grows stronger. I don’t want to cause problems or be a burden to anyone. I’ve never been part of a nice family. I don’t know how to act civilized anymore.
This isn’t my scene.
I glance around, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. There’s a nightstand by the bed. I open the first drawer and peer inside. Unlike the closet, it’s empty. I close it in mild disappointment. I’m not sure what I expected to find in there. Some random girl stuff, like makeup and perfume.
I remove the clothes from my backpack and toss them into the empty drawer. I have three shirts, an extra pair of pants, and some basketball shorts. Then I bring out my prized possession: my portfolio.
I like art. I can draw almost anything from memory. My favorite medium is spray paint on a fresh concrete wall, but in prison the materials are limited. Most of my drawings are ink on lined paper.
I also do ink on skin. It’s how I survived in the joint.
I was only twenty when I went in. I’m about five foot ten, not the biggest guy on the block. I’ve got muscles and I’m strong, but I’ll never be huge. I have a lean build and features they call handsome. To say that I needed protection is an understatement. Despite my unlucky size and face, I had three things going for me when I went in. First, I was down for CVL, my local clique. The Chula Vista Locos pay dues to the Mexican Mafia, also known as La Eme. So I was already connected to a powerful prison gang.
The second advantage I had was my best friend, Junior. We both got locked up at the same time and sent to the same prison. It’s not unusual for San Diego criminals to do sentences in Chino or San Quentin—they’re the two largest correctional facilities in the state. Junior wasn’t in my cellblock, but we saw each other in the yard. He became a captain for La Eme. If anyone fucked with me, Junior made them pay.
The third advantage was my talent for art. I can hold my own in a fight, but I didn’t want to earn my keep that way. I didn’t want to be anyone’s bitch, either. Instead of offering those services, I sold drawings and tattoos. I was the best in my block.

Tattooing has been the only bright spot in my life. Without my art, and my best friend, I’d probably be dead.
If you have read the previous book, The Edge of Night, you will know who some of the background characters are. I did not know about the first book (this is the sequel), but it was written well enough that I didn't have to read the first book to know enough about the characters to distinguish who's who. This book features Eric Hernandez, a young man who was recently finished a three year sentence in prison for murder. The setting is Chula Vista, in the gangster-influenced sections. Despite being a resident of California since I was born and live in an area with Latin influences, I know nothing about Latin gangsters and what areas are their territories.  Back to the story, Eric's former "sister-in-law" April and her new cop hubby Noah, throw him a homecoming party. For those of you who read The Edge of Night, April and Noah were the main characters. They make an appearance among the cast of Against the Wall. Now this is where things get a little complicated. Eric's deceased brother, Raul, was April's abusive partner. After his death, April and Noah got married and raise Jenny (April and Raul's daughter). Eric's ex-girlfriend and first love, Meghan, happens to be Noah's younger sister. Eric and Meghan got together around the same time that April and Noah did, but unfortunately Eric was sent to prison soon after. After a three year absence, Meghan has moved on with her life and with someone else. First speed bump here, let's talk about Chip. Chip is a misogynistic stereotypical jock; all brawn and no brains. It was no hardship disliking this character; not because I knew the endgame was Eric, but because of his ego and obliviousness to Meghan's needs and wants (though Meghan should have said something) I just found him too unlikeable.

Let's address the elephant in the room. Before Chip knew about Eric, Chip's behavior as a boyfriend gave me the impression that Chip saw Meghan (tall, leggy, busty blond) as a status symbol, especially among the other jocks at school. From Meghan's accounts, it seemed like he could care less about her pleasures and was selfish in bed. Not to mention the high-handed behavior when they were in public. When Chip met Eric, his actions toward Meghan could be passed off as possessive, but I thought they were the signs of a potentially abusive partner. When their relationship finally came to the first physical strike, I did feel a bit sympathetic towards Chip (it didn't last long). I think he personally believed that he was everything Meghan could want in a boyfriend and that he genuinely loved and wanted her, but his self-doubt and anger towards Meghan and her inability to love him, warped him into someone capable of hitting a woman. After he hit Meghan, he took out his anger on the apartment they shared together and ultimately ashamed at his actions to the point of sobbing (mourning his former self?). I am not saying that Meghan did not play a part in the destruction of their relationship, but she let their relationship carry on for way longer than she should have. Now before the comments about me "victim blaming" Meghan start flowing in, just remember it takes two to tango. Meghan herself said that she wasn't even invested in her relationship with Chip and just went along with what he wanted because it was easier to go with the flow than to fight against it. Their relationship was doomed from the start, but Chip seemed to be way more invested in the relationship than Meghan.


The moment Eric is back on the scene, Meghan and Chip's relationship deteriorated even faster. Not that Eric encouraged Meghan into torching her relationship. He actually thought it was best if they didn't get back together. He has a lot going on. Readjusting to life outside a cell is hard, from what I've heard. Finding a job and a place to stay is paramount. He's temporarily staying with April and Noah; Noah does not approve of Eric as a potential partner for Meghan. On top of everything, his old gang affiliations are sniffing around to settle out scores. Eric is trying is best to stay on the straight and narrow, but you know what they say about best laid plans. Eric is a complex character. While in prison, Eric honed his skills as an artist, trading tattoos in exchange for a leave off. While he wants Meghan (a lot), he feels that he might taint her with the darkness he feels that is still inside him. He's realistic about his life and the options he currently has. As an ex-con, you are disqualified from certain government programs and have to admit to serving jail time on job applications. 

Life can be hard inside prison, but it can be even harder on the outside. Unlike most ex-cons, Eric has a safety net on the outside. He has his sister-in-law to provide a roof over his head and his sister-in-law's new husband who lined up a job and vouched for him. The few highlights of this book were the scenes between Eric and Meghan near the end of the book. Overall the book was a good read, but I thought Eric and Meghan's characters could have been more developed, but considering they are still in their 20s and have more maturing to do, everything was okay. I did appreciate that the author used (authentic?) Spanish slang in the book to make the characters more real, but despite growing up in California and surrounded by lots of Spanish speakers, I did not know any of it. There are still things in the book that were left hanging, but it's not that important. 
3.5 stars

Jill Sorenson is the RITA-nominated author of more than a dozen romantic-suspense novels. She has a degree in literature and writing from California State University. Her books have been selected as Red-Hot Reads by Cosmopolitan magazine, and have received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, Booklist, and Library Journal. Sorenson currently lives in the San Diego area with her family. She’s a soccer mom who loves nature, coffee, reading, Twitter, and reality TV.

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June 19, 2015

Blog Tour Book Review: Amber to Ashes by Gail McHugh

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They were a storm I never saw coming, an unforeseen heartbreak on the edge of a dangerous cliff.

Amber Moretti’s life changes in the span of minutes. An orphaned outsider, she is desperate to start fresh the moment she walks onto campus. In the time it takes to cross the university’s dining hall, she meets two men who bring color, air, and light to her darkened world.

They became my addiction, each a needle to my next hit, my high.

Brock Cunningham’s appeal is dizzying, a potent force Amber can’t deny. A green-eyed smooth talker, he instantly attracts Amber. It doesn’t take long for him to consume her every thought, her every breath.

Ryder Ashcroft, a blue-eyed, tattooed, and pierced bad boy, turns Amber off immediately—that is, until he kisses her, stealing a piece of her heart, her soul.

They were as opposite as fire and ice, yet I ached for them equally. 

Never knowing she could be broken down in so many unexpectedly beautiful yet petrifying ways, Amber finds herself falling for both men.

Immoral? Maybe. I say undeniable. Uncontained.

But one devastating event changes everything, shattering each of their lives...and Amber isn’t sure she can recover from it.

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My Review

WOW. First off, I'm Team Ryder. Right off the bat, he captured my attention. I've read Gail's previous works, Collide and Pulse, and I was already a fan, but with this book, I just fell in love with Ryder. Despite the whole love triangle-esque love story, I really enjoyed this book. This book was a roller coaster of emotion, sexual expression, love, jealously and passion. Our leading lady is no stranger to loss and being a victim is something she's familiar with. Amber, as a heroine, is just as broken on the inside as the two leading heroes. Amber sees her college life as a new way to start over and become a new person. During the first days of college, Amber walks into the dining area at school and trips over a bag and falls into the lap of Ryder. Tall, hot, tattooed bad boy with a joker side, he and Amber have an instant connection... until he opens his mouth and earns himself a slap in the face. Next, we meet Brock. Super down to earth, all American, beautiful man-candy. She's the complete opposite of Ryder, but there's an edge to him that Amber is drawn to. With an instant connection to two different men, what's a girl to do? With Amber's history of sexual conquests, she picks the safer choice and dates him. Ironically, he's just as dangerous as the other one. As the story progress, Amber is caught between two magnetic personalities and the more time she sends with them, the more she loses herself to the passion and pleasure. Near the end of the book, we meet shady characters who will threaten everything our trio holds dear. I absolutely loved everything about this book. I can't wait for for eventual sequel.

5 freakin' stars!

About the author


Gail McHugh is the author of the New York Times bestsellers Collide and Pulse. She is the mother of three beautiful children and has been married to her husband for fifteen years. 

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September 25, 2014

Blog Tour Book Review: Mine to Have by Cynthia Eden

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Mine To Have
(Mine Series, Book #5)
by Cynthia Eden

New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Cynthia Eden continues her sexy “Mine” romantic suspense series with…MINE TO HAVE.

Is he a hero…or the villain?

When Elizabeth Ward sees Saxon Black rushing into the backroom of The Blade—a low end bar in Miami—she isn’t sure if he’s there to save the day…or just to raise some hell. But she’s being held hostage, and he’s her best hope of survival. Within minutes, she’s away from the jerks with the guns and riding fast and hard on the back of Saxon’s motorcycle. 

Death stalks them.

Saxon has been working undercover for far too long. When he finds sexy Elizabeth—with a gun to her head—he knows he will do anything to keep her safe. But once he gets her away from her abductors, the threat to her isn’t over. Someone has put a price on Elizabeth’s head, and if Saxon can’t keep her safe from the danger stalking her, then she’ll be dead.

Their lives are both on the line.

As their enemies close in, Elizabeth and Saxon must go on the run. And the longer they are together, the hotter their attraction for one another seems to burn. Saxon vows not to let anyone hurt her, no matter what he has to do, because he’s falling fast for Elizabeth. He’ll stop the killers on her trail, and then he’ll have her. Forever.

MINE TO HAVE.


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My Review

I love Cynthia Eden! I cannot say that enough. This book was, in my opinion, is the steamiest one yet. Cynthia has always has a way with weaving together a steady plot with a few twists, here and there and very HOT sex scenes. If you haven't read any of the books in the Mine series, it's okay to read Mine to Have by itself, but everything makes more sense if you have read the previous book.

In this book, the main focus is on Saxon and Elizabeth. Saxon is burnt out from undercover work and was about to retire all together when a call from Victor stops him. His mission is to retrieve the beautiful Elizabeth Ward from the clutches of a hired killer. From the instant he laid eyes on her, he was lost...in lust and desire. :) Highly inappropriate given the circumstances, but it works with his job title. Saxon gets her away from the psychopath, but that's not the end of the story. Unbeknownst to Elizabeth, she's got a hit on her. Mafia style. There's more than one person hoping to get the reward money for Elizabeth's death. What's a girl to do? You stick with Saxon, that's what. 

As the story goes on, the chemistry between Elizabeth and Saxon is palpable and quite delicious. Despite the unorthodox meeting, Elizabeth and Saxon make a great couple. It was a rocky road through their relationship, but they came out on top. (haha sorry couldn't help myself) There was also a subplot that I thought heightened the mystery and suspenseful portions of the book. This featured Victor and his investigation as to who Elizabeth Ward is and what did she do to warrant a hit. This runs into several complications. There's a leak within Victor's department and who it is, is a mystery, but how far does the conspiracy go? People are getting murdered left and right and who can you trust? We see familiar faces from the previous book, which I liked. 

This book, in case you haven't picked it up, is AWESOME! I've never had a bad experience reading anything from Cynthia Eden. A solid 5 stars to you, Cynthia! :)

Excerpt

“You can let go now.” His voice was the deepest, darkest rumble she’d ever heard, and it actually took a few seconds for his words to sink in. When they did, she was horrified. Her hands flew away from him and she shot off that motorcycle. A bad move, really, because her thighs were still shaking from the ride, and Elizabeth hit the ground. 

Smooth move. 

She pushed up fast, though, and staggered to her feet. Elizabeth tossed away her helmet and ran. Unfortunately, she didn’t get far. A big, strong hand caught her shoulder and spun her around. In the next breath, her back was being pushed into the nearby brick wall, and Saxon had her hands pinned above her head. He held her easily, her wrists trapped in one of his hands. 

“Didn’t we cover this?” he muttered, and his voice, if possible, had gone even 

deeper. “No screaming, no running—”

“No fighting,” she whispered back to him. “You said no...fighting. You never 

said I couldn’t run.”

He laughed then. A sound that was as deep as his voice and sent shivers racing 

over her body. 

A man wasn’t supposed to laugh when a woman was terrified. She knew nothing about the guy except for the fact that she’d seen him shoot two men and beat the crap out of at least two more. And he’d said he...wanted her.

For an hour.

“Please, let me go.” Elizabeth wasn’t above begging, not then. She just wanted to survive that night. To get back to her apartment and pretend this whole terrible nightmare had never happened. “I won’t go to the police, I promise. I won’t tell them anything about you.” 

His head came closer to hers. She couldn’t discern much about him in that moment, it was too dark, but she’d seen plenty in that terrible little room.

Saxon. He’d been huge, filling that doorway. He had to be at least six foot three, and his shoulders had been so wide, his arms heavy with muscles. He wore a faded t-shirt and loose jeans. He’d fought with a cold, vicious fury, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat when he’d taken down his enemies.

I thought Kurt was scary. He’s nothing compared to this guy.

“I don’t want to let you go.” 

Those words terrified her. No, he terrified her. He leaned even closer. She could feel the light stir of his breath against her cheek. She had a flash of being tied in that chair and looking up—and into a pair of dark and deadly eyes.

And I asked him for help? A desperate woman would do anything. And she was 
desperate right then.

About the Author


USA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings.  She has always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.

Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said people).  Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making up stories.
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January 4, 2014

Book Review: A Little Slap and Tickle by Elise Hepner

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Eliza’s stuck in a lacklustre, dead-end slump after coming home with her graduate degree to a slippery job market and her brother’s fold out couch. Unable to circle newspaper ads for another second and desperately crawling into sexual fantasy to escape her dismal reality—Eliza takes her escapism a step further when she agrees to go to the Renaissance Faire with her best friend, Dru. Her whole world shifts when Eliza meets Hunter, a quirky, mysterious leather worker who runs a booth at the faire. He’s been a platonic friend of Dru’s for ages and supplies her with homemade BDSM bedroom toys—toys that he’s more than willing to demonstrate with Eliza once the faire closes. But can Eliza give up control in order to trust that one of her biggest fantasies will live up to her expectations?Hunter’s skills as a dominant force Eliza to trust herself again and Hunter finds himself with a feisty submissive that pushes more of his buttons than he ever thought possible. Together they push themselves farther than any fantasy, until their lives are never the same again. 

Eliza is what every college graduate fears...jobless with a ton of debt. In the beginning of the book, Eliza is staying with her brother Charlie, who seems to be the person everyone wants to hire! Eliza is the type of girl always did as she was told, but disappointed her parents by not going into law, but library science. Down on her luck and depressed about it, Charlie suggests that she goes out and just have some fun and enjoy herself. (what a great brother!) In comes her friend Dru. Dru is....well.....she's adventurous and not ashamed to shout it from the hilltops. :) And it turns out, the supposed boring Renn Fair is actually a playground for leather-ed BDSM enthusiasts. Honest to god, I cackled. I can just imagine it. The duo go to the leather booth and lo and behold is Hunter, the sexy eye-patch-wearing leathersmith with the oh-so-sexy accent! The instant sexual tension between Hunter and Eliza is palpable. After some miscommunication, the two set up a late night rendezvous for a "leather demonstration"...hell, I'll just say it...I thought they were going to have sex on every piece of furniture in his booth. When she's around Hunter, Eliza is more honest with herself, with her thoughts and desires. Things got a little more interesting during their late night rendezvous when Hunter bent Eliza over the sales counter. :) The details and descriptions were scintillating!!! Boy, Hunter sure knows how to demonstrate! Eliza, though a novice in the world of BDSM, sure learns fast and liked it! In its novella-length, A Little Slap and Tickle was a good read. Certainly steamy enough for most readers of the BDSM genre.

4 stars!

Excerpt

“I can’t say I’ve ever…participated…in an event like this one before, Dru.”

“Is that a bad thing? Don’t you think you should expand your boundaries outside of your brother’s fold-
out couch and a newspaper full of wanted ads? Come on, have a little fun, Eliza.”

Eliza glanced sideways at her best friend’s elfin, petite face speckled with sunlight from the gorgeous 

afternoon in the woods. Dru’s light blond eyebrows were raised in question, rose lips pursed. The dare 

for Eliza to question her hung unsaid in the air. A wisp of wind picked up Dru’s red, cork-screw curls 

and pushed them across her face. But Eliza only cleared her throat—unfocused on Dru’s warm, whisky 

colored eyes, and refocused onto the crowd in front of them amidst the trees.

At least she wouldn’t feel out of place in her Indian maiden leather get up straight out of some weird 

S&M store that she’d borrowed from Dru. The skirt brushed mid-thigh with leather tassels that didn’t 

exactly cover—anything. While the corseted halter top ended at an abrupt triangle showing the whole 

world that it’d been awhile since she’d hit a gym. What topped the whole ensemble off were more tassels 

threaded beneath her breasts in a weird attempt at an Empire waist effect. The outfit was an experience 

unto itself, even without everything to see and do unraveling before her eyes.

For a second it was hard for Eliza to think of their little adventure into unwashed bodies, crowds, and 

medieval costumes as fun per se. But damn if the food wasn’t out of this world. And her best friend was 

right. Her status as Master’s degree holding, library science geek hadn’t earned her points on any of her 

less than minimum wage job interviews this week. Most people in their small town were snug as a bug in 

their day jobs and there wasn’t much room for more work with positions being pre-filled by family and 

friends.

She’d been away too long at college. Long enough to lose favor when it came down to a townie and a girl 

with too much school experience. No matter where she looked, she was overqualified. Facts were facts—

libraries were closing like mad. Not to mention they only had one in the area filled with employees who 

held onto their positions with their last dying breath. 

There was proving to be no room for Eliza here. But there weren’t any options in the outside world with 

no savings and no one to lean on if she continued on her job losing streak. Until she got lucky, she was 

beholden to her big brother and a nine-to-five job pursuit. Better to get out of the house for a little while. 

Besides, she’d worn out her traditional red pen circling the newspaper ads in the back of the paper and 

couldn’t afford to buy another one until Monday.

Two months of moping was enough to fry anyone’s brain and she needed to leave her problems behind. 

So this trip back in time better offer up merriment and wonder soon. Or at least some free booze. Just 

because she was out of college didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge in a pint or two.

“At least it’s free exercise,” Eliza chimed in with an easy smile.

Okay, so all the men in kilts and shiny chainmail were a bit distracting and she hadn’t seen this many 

boobs since Christmas at her sister Cheri’s divorce celebration. But the atmosphere wasn’t that bad. As 

they circled all the vendor booths with creative, painted signs and traveled beneath the charming forest of 

old oaks, Eliza could almost forget about, well, everything. Her complete lack of independent direction 

and purpose in life. As well as the fact that her dreams of an easy life were more than dashed. But this 

was nice—a swell of happiness.

 A light breeze shifted through her A-line, brunette bob and she took a long, deep breath of 

carboliciousness. Her mouth watered and she continued following close behind Dru.

“Whoa, did you see that?”

“What? Oh, the woman holding the man on a leash in full bondage gear? They’re here every year. That’s 

old news, honey. People come to this place to let their freak flag fly high and for the most part no one 

gives a shit.”

She shifted her gaze away from the treacherous roots embedded into the earthen floor and watched Dru’s 

retreating—and fully corseted—back. Where was she going? What could be so important that they 

needed to rush through the crowds? Eliza was positive she’d brushed up against her hundredth stranger in 

only a half hour of being in the gates. 

Several people must have gotten an up-close and personal brush of her bra-less breasts in her confining, 

leather get-up. Dru had lent Eliza her costume from last year and as they struggled through the crush of 

the food court crowds she wished there was a little more of it. Not only was her outfit tiny and skin tight, 

but the mid-summer air kept wafting up the skirt until Eliza was positive she was flashing the whole park.

“Um, could you—”

Before Eliza could finish the sentence, she glanced up and Dru had alighted two wooden steps into an 

open air shop front. She was talking to a man in a long leather duster with delicious abs similar to the 

covers of the romance novels Eliza was so fond of reading in her spare—alone—time. He wore a wide 

brimmed leather black cowboy hat that obscured his face and matching black leather pants. 

Was Dru seriously waving her over there to talk to him?

No, there had to be some mistake. There was no way she was prepared for any kind of social interaction, 

let alone a handsome stranger. Christ, they hadn’t even hit the bar yet. Not one drop of liquid courage had 

passed her chapped lips and her stomach plummeted down to her feet faster than when she’d been stood 

up by her date right before prom pictures. But Dru frantically waved her over and laughed with her head 

back so her red curls cascaded down her back in a manner Eliza imagined was seductive.

Well, no turning back now. Where exactly would she go? It wasn’t as though she knew the lay of the 

land. Besides, the minute the man shed his long leather duster to point to a tattoo on his bicep, smiling 

down at Dru, there was no longer a choice. She had to see him closer. Her mouth watered at the expanse 

of all that beautiful, almost naked, man flesh.

There was more to him than an intimidating, tight physique. His every movement exuded thinly 

veiled grace while his smile lit up his sharply masculine face. A contrast of good cheer mixed with a 

concentration on whatever subject interested him. Until he became riveted, obsessed, with a possessive 

awareness of his subject. As she got closer, she sensed his gaze snap to her face, expression unchanged. 

But in that split second Eliza sensed his acute judgment.

He measured her with his shadowed stare while his small quirk of a smile never wavered.

The friends continued to talk but their voices were drowned out by the heavy pulse at Eliza’s temples. 

All of her flesh seized with goose bumps. This stranger stood as if all the world was his to explore, with 

a brightness in his eyes that dared nature to defy his dominant curiosity over what he claimed was his

by right. He looked as if the whole world would bow down to him. And he wouldn’t be surprised. But 

nothing about him screamed arrogance—only a self-certainty and a quiet sense of inner peace.

Weird that she should read someone so quickly, but he was an open book. Both hands on his hips, lean 

muscles stretched in his arms and back until her knees were weak. Dru spoke and he laughed, head

tipped forward while one strong hand rubbed the center of his chest. The dark shadow from his hat brim 

obscured everything but the clean, model-esque lines of his face so she couldn’t see his joy.

But his bark of gravelly laughter hit her as a punch in the gut while her chest tightened. There were 

enough trees in this place that she should have never lost oxygen. There wasn’t enough air in the world 

right at that moment. As Eliza fought for composure she focused only on his tattoo.

Yield to life—there is only threat of tomorrow. 

His tattoo was inked in thin filigree with woven rope knots all around the words. One breath. Another. 

Each one became easier even as she grew closer, knowing she had to hide all her ruffled feathers. There 

wasn’t a single nuance Dru wouldn’t pick up on and exploit.

One step after another landed her front and center next to Dru as her best friend slung her arm around 

Eliza’s waist.

“Took you long enough,” Dru whispered in mock chastisement.

Before she could get a good look at the man, he turned and rummaged behind his counter, giving them 

both an all-access pass to perfect ass land. Eliza knew she should keep her eyes closed, but they were 

glued to the tight, sculpted muscles on the wicked stranger. The faire didn’t seem that bad anymore.

Dru squeezed Eliza’s torso until she met her best friend’s shining eyes, lit up with nothing but pure 

mischief. These were moments Dru lived for—any opportunity to tease. But it never bothered Eliza, it 

was all in good fun and her best friend meant well. She remained oddly silent. Despite the fact that Eliza 

all but flinched while she waited for whatever whispered barb her best friend would deliver on behalf of 

her less than subtle reaction to the intriguing man.

How could she not have a reaction when his damn presence practically demanded one?

“Ah, here it is.”

His voice rushed over her tingling down her back and she had to stop herself from taking an automatic 

step back. Irish, too? Oh, no. No, no, no. He was more than perfect and she hadn’t even said a thing to 

him yet. Why was she even there? So Dru could lord this man over her head—the perfect romance hero—

or so they could be set up together for an awkward date and never see each other again?

Hell, maybe she was taking this whole thing too seriously, but their history of set-ups was long and 

varied. Even throughout college Dru wasn’t satisfied until they each had at least two dates a week.

 This had to be some kind of evil set-up because clearly Dru knew the guy. They must be pulling this to 

screw with her head because poor little Eliza hadn’t been on a date in forever and who knows if there are 

cobwebs down there. This guy was some actor from Dru’s troop of players for sure. She’d done theater 

every summer for as long as Eliza could remember.

He came back up from his crouch behind the counter and turned back to them with something hidden 

behind his back. One long finger tipped up his hat. Eliza got her first straight on look at the man that she 

suspiciously regarded with every ounce of her petite frame. 

His nose was slightly crooked. An old wound that hadn’t been set, maybe? A five o’clock shadow

roughened the strong, square jaw and lips that were better suited on a female than the masculine portrait 

that acted as if he had nothing to hide. It took every last ounce of her will to gaze up below the brim of his 

hat.

He wore an eye patch. Whether or not it was for the faire or an actual problem, she couldn’t resist the 

edge of danger. His good eye—light brown with amber flecks—was bright with unreadable heat fixed 

solely on her face. She swallowed despite the lump in her throat. Nothing he did betrayed anything of 

how he was feeling or thinking—only the sharp look that pinned her to the floor.

And whatever he held behind his back. 

For a long blink it was hard for Eliza to even remember that Dru’s hand rested around her waist. All she 

could focus on was the knowing twist of the stranger’s lips. The unwelcome and unexpected blush that 

seared against her skin when they hadn’t even spoken to each other made her fingers twitch at her side.

How could she resist him when he fit the caricature of an ideal man she’d been reading about in romances 

all her life? She was only stupidly comparing him to a man that didn’t exist. A string of perfections that 

couldn’t be real in one man. Left in the dust of her overwhelming horniness, well, she was being an idiot.

There wasn’t any other explanation for the way her hormones were skyrocketing off into different 

directions. He looked down into her eyes and she couldn’t help it—she giggled. That broke whatever fake 

connection she nursed in her mind. He plunked an item down onto the counter and shrugged back into his 

leather duster that had lain on the counter.

Without thinking, she blurted out the first sentence that flew across her scattered brain. An old habit 

that refused to die. And often led her to want to be buried in the same grave, instead of suffering the 

mortifying consequences.

“An eye patch, really? Aren’t you mixing genres with a cowboy and a pirate?”

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About the Author

Elise Hepner lives with her husband and two eccentric cats in Maryland. She spends 

the majority of her free time in her basement office concocting smutty characters and sinful 

situations that leaves readers satisfied. When not writing, she researches everything from 

automatons in the 18th century to gladiatorial rules in Ancient Rome. She prides herself on 

being an avid information hound as well as a blog reading addict--which is her favorite way to 

procrastinate. Her previous publications include books and stories with Excessica, Xcite, Ellora's

Cave, Secret Cravings Publishing and Cleis Press.





 

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