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captured, Stephen is a broken man. Yet the torture he received by his enemies is nothing compared to the torment he bears from an angel with lavender eyes.
Then find out how it all started – with Morgan and Kat in ‘The Right One’. And don’t forget the duke – book 3 with Giles and Alex ‘The Only One’.
Finding a woman in his best friend’s shower may have surprised Craig, but the real shocker was his instant attraction. Her body would tempt a saint, and his lustful thoughts were sinful indeed.
Thinking her prankster friend was up to his tricks, Kelly got the shock of her life when she stood naked before a gorgeous hunk of a man she’d never met. How could she entice a man who’d already seen the whole shebang?
A naked woman in the shower . . .
Craig couldn’t believe his eyes. A practical joke on his friend turned out to be a naked beauty standing before him in all her fine glory. He was too shocked for words. A man who had his share of women, suddenly found himself speechless before this exotic creature. She was an aching temptation. Surrendering to his passion could cost him his best friend. Yet, he yearned to taste, to touch . . . but she was hands off.
Kelly has given upon men. Once upon a time, she was young, beautiful, full of life, and way too trusting. But her last relationship changed all that. Men were all liars—except for her best friend. The only man she would ever trust. At least that’s what she thought . . . until she met his best friend, Craig. He turned her world upside down and had her rethinking her vow. She yearns to taste the ecstasy his dark eyes promise. But he holds back. And now she must convince him she is innocent of betrayal.
ENJOY AN EXCERPT :
Craig pulled his SUV into a parking space and wondered why Dennis preferred the high-rise apartments closer to town. Probably, the decision had been made due to his prestigious lifestyle. Craig worked in a fast paced, high-profile world, too, but he loved the idea of a home in the middle of the mountains, with lots of space. And lots of quiet.
One of these days maybe his life would slow down. Maybe he’d take that long vacation he promised himself. For now, he’d take the weekend. Needing a break from endless pressing matters at the office, he’d jumped in his truck and hit the road.
Delegation. His mother constantly reminded him being the owner and CEO meant he could delegate. Still he had a hard time relinquishing control. With the hassle of the last few days, he’d forced himself to take a breather. At first, he’d thought about his cabin in the mountains. Secluded, but lonely. His second thought had been his good buddy Dennis. A weekend with his college roommate would be anything but relaxing.
He climbed out of his Tundra and spotted his buddy’s wheels two spaces over. Good, he thought. Dennis was home.
Instead of the elevator, Craig took the steps, two at a time. He ran five miles every morning and since he’d hit the road at six am, he missed his workout. A guy needed to stay in shape. His buddy would have to live on the tenth floor.
When Craig reached the apartment, he was pleased to note his breathing remained steady. He rang the bell anxious to see his friend. After a few minutes, he rang again. No one answered, so he knocked. No way would Dennis still be in bed. Craig tried the door. It opened.
He sauntered inside, glancing about the room. “Dennis? Hey buddy.” Just as Craig closed the door, he heard a noise he recognized. The shower.
In college, the guys were constantly playing pranks on one another. Dennis was the biggest prankster on campus. Now, he was about to get some of his own back.
Craig scrounged around the kitchen and found a bucket. Whistling, he opened the freezer door, grabbed the ice container and dumped ice cubes into the bucket. Then, he ran cold water over the ice. While he slipped down the hallway he held in a chuckle of thrilling excitement and swallowed to keep laughter from tumbling out. He carefully eased the bathroom door open, trying not to make a sound. Running water helped to cover any noise he might make. Fog filled the room and steam floated to the ceiling. Being tall, reaching over the shower curtain proved no problem. With a grin near to splitting his face, he dumped the bucket of ice water.
A high-pitched scream shattered his ears. His shoulders tensed as a laugh died in his throat. The shower curtain slammed back, jerking the pins on the curtain rod and a naked woman leaped from the tub. Her blonde hair hung in thick strands plastered to her shoulders and clinging to her firm breasts, her nipples puckered from the cool air outside the steamy shower. His eyes feasted on curves and curves of slick gleaming skin with riveting beads of water trickling over plush hills and valleys. Her waist dipped in to a flat tummy drawing his gaze to the triangle between her legs. Yep—a natural blonde.
“Damn you, Dennis!” The lovely goddess yanked at the curtain tangled between her fingers.
Craig’s gaze jolted to the woman’s face. They stared at each other in shocked silence.
He couldn’t help but feast his eyes on the lovely creature. The thought of touching all that creamy, glistening skin nearly had him closing the distance between them. Mesmerized not only by her voluptuous form, but her appealing amber eyes. Long moments passed before he could find his voice.
“I’m sorry … I thought … Dennis … Hell.” He backed out of the room and slammed the door. But not before he’d taken another quick glance.
INSTANT ENTICEMENT – A SIZZLING HOT READ – 2017
WHO LOVES A GOOD CHRISTMAS ROMANCE ?
“A Hero Grinch for Christmas”
Dani will not allow The Grinch to hide from Christmas. She will cure Hunter of his nasty mood, even if it kills her. But who will save her from his passionate kisses.
War hero, Hunter Armstrong, has seen enough devastation to last a lifetime. At the end of his latest Army term, he accepted his discharge papers and never looked back. His uncle’s home is tucked away in the majestic mountains, a perfect place for him to hide from Christmas and his own memories. But he can’t hide from the delectable Dani. The last thing he needs is a female in his life. But this one has the face of an angel and eyes you can drown in.
Dani Wimer left the Colorado mountains and relocated in the bright lights of New York City. Every December she returns to the village of Evergreen. When a hunky military guy enters her aunt’s shoppe, he seems lost and angry. His scowl is intimidating, but that doesn’t bother the spunky girl who celebrates the holidays like it’s Christmas every day. She decides to put a smile on his Grinch face and ends up losing her heart in a passionate whirlwind.
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Through the Eyes of Bea”
Another 5 Star Review By iteachkdz
What an amazing look at the life of Bea, beginning from her birth and continuing into her older years. Throughout my reading, I felt as if I were walking alongside of an old family friend and hearing the firsthand account of her years. Samanthya has broken the mold with this one. LOVE IT!
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How could a mother distribute her children across the county and then just walk away?
That was the question burning in Bea’s mind. All she could do was watch as her mother shattered her family and then just left. Bea may have been the oldest, but at thirteen, she was still a child. And now it was up to her to take care of her five siblings.
Through struggle and sacrifice, Bea embraced her unchosen responsibility. When her father brought in a cruel, selfish woman who didn’t like children, Bea’s undertaking became one of survival.
Bea’s story begins in 1925, during a time when things were hushed, private, hidden. Heart-wrenching memories of the incidents that happened in her home, and how she and her siblings prevailed. An accounting of grief, sorrow, strength, endurance and love in an era when America was struggling.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY AN INTERVIEW WITH A FAMILY MEMBER
THROUGH THE EYES OF BEA – by Samanthya Wyatt
From Bea Baldwin
“For years I’ve said to my family, no one would believe us if we told the things that happened at our house. Back in my day, things like this didn’t happen. At least no one heard of these things, or was stupid enough to admit to any such goings on. We had six kids at our house. We lived on a farm and when I say we walked a mile to catch a school bus, we did.
You see a lot of stuff on television today. Things I can’t believe they would ever show on TV. I guess, pretty much anything goes, as they say. But this story was my life, nearly 100 years ago. Things were hushed. Private. Hidden. A girl’s personal time of the month was secret. And certainly never talked about. It just was. You took care of your business and it was never mentioned out loud. ‘What went on behind closed doors’ usually meant it was night time and everyone went to bed. To sleep. No one, EVER, alluded to—sex.
Samanthya and I spent many hours together. Some while my husband was in the hospital and we sat over lunch. I would tell her some things that happened, and every now and then I would shake my head and think – no one would believe us. She wants me to call her Sam, asked me many questions and I enjoyed telling her stories of my life. I live alone now, my husband passed years ago. When Samanthya told me she wanted to write a book, I didn’t take her seriously, but I smiled at the thought. On my 90th birthday, I fell and broke my foot. While I recuperated at my daughter’s house, I had a lot of time to think. So I decided if Samanthya was serious, it was time to get down to business.
My daughters were surprised to hear some of my tales. When Samanthya came for her visits, she was thorough with her questions. My girls would join in the discussion and they’d ask questions too. I’d shake my head, but it felt good to share my stories. I relived each of those moments. When I think back, I am a bit staggered. It’s not easy to admit or explain things that happened to me as a child, openly share incidents that went on in my home. Things seem a lot clearer now. I didn’t have any idea then. Samanthya left me paper and her autographed pens to jot down any thoughts or things I might remember. I’d talk, my daughter would write notes, and I eagerly looked forward to Samanthya’s next visit.
Fortunately, time does go on. For me I’ve been blessed to have married, raised two daughters, I have three grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren, some old enough to give me another generation. Grief, sorrow, strength and endurance—all the things I see when I remember. But we kids had some fun times too. Not everyone will believe, and no one would have believed such goings-on back in my day, but these are my memories, and this was my life.
DBB Age 90
January 11, 2016
ONE AND ONLY Series
Book #1 The Right One
Katherine Radbourn’s brother is missing and she will do anything to find him. But, when a dark lord kidnaps her and holds her captive, she finds he has captured her heart as well. Even though he tells her she is the wrong one, she knows she is the right one for him.
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Book #2 The True One
His ship in splinters and his men captured, Stephen is a broken man. Yet the torture he received by his enemies is nothing compared to the torment he bears from an angel with lavender eyes.
Jennifer left England full of a young girls’ fantasies of romance and adventure. When she cares for a near death captain, memories emerge of the family she left behind. Will the passion they share be enough? He must choose – her or revenge.
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The Only One Book #3 in ‘The One and Only Series’
One impulsive kiss to prove the young girl flirted with danger shakes Giles’ firm resolve. The young American is wild and reckless, and before long he realizes, she’s too much to handle. He surrenders, for the depth of her kisses are those of a yearning woman. His title demands his home is in England. Tormented with longing for the woman who branded his very soul, he returns to claim the love he has carelessly thrown away.
From the first moment Alexandria saw the duke she decided he would be hers. She was a girl then. But the duke is back. Now that she has reached a marriageable age, she curbs her reckless nature and presents the proper lady his nobility requires. The interference of her brothers disrupts her amours pursuit, yet the feisty girl seduces the lord with a woman’s passion determined to get the man she wants.
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A determined man – A headstrong woman – And a battle of wills
Matthew longs for a woman to share his life, not his bank account. He owns a prestigious company that he rules with an iron fist. On his way to an important meeting a light flirtation turns into more than he expects. He meets a woman with more confidence and strength than most men. Long legs get his attention, but Carrie attracts his interest. The alluring beauty does not need his money, and makes it clear she does not need him. He accepts the unspoken challenge.
Carrie trusts no man. An executive partner, she possesses a confidence that makes her assertive and her aggressiveness toward the male gender is somewhat intimidating. Until a pair of mischievous eyes melts her defenses, and has her second guessing her convictions. The day he shoved her into that cab he must have chiseled a chink in her armor. Matthew charges into her well organized life, cracks the stone wall she’s built and instills an emotion she swore never to allow.
Infatuation and excitement spark a journey of passion and forbidden emotion where two people must overcome their earlier convictions to find an everlasting love.
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Enjoy the excerpt:
She knew his kiss would be heaven. She didn’t think it would rob her of her senses once again.
Cool air hit her face the moment he pulled away. Matthew drained half of his beer and stood looking across the lawn. For the first time in her life, Carrie was at a loss for words. She wished she could read his mind.
Why did he stop? What is he thinking?
After several moments, Matthew donned his shirt as if nothing happened. He spoke of a plan to finish the kitchen. She saw his mouth move and heard the words being said, but her mind kept reliving the kiss they’d just shared.
His bottle empty, he asked, “Are you ready?”
Am I ever. And I’m not thinking about painting the kitchen.
They went back inside and he once again took his place on the ladder.
“At the rate I was going, it would have taken me a week.” Her voice came out as a breathless gasp. His body went still. Little tremors of warmth danced in her belly. “Thank you, Matthew. I’m glad you’re here.” Hearing her own words made her realize how much she meant them.
“The pleasure is mine.” His gruff voice made her wonder at the reason behind it.
“Matthew. Look at me.”
When he did, his jaw was tight and his eyes had a strained look. They stared at each other for long moments.
“Why did you stop?”
He knew exactly what she meant.
“The kiss . . . on the patio.”
“Ah, to hell with this.” He slammed the brush down on the pan and jumped the two steps off the ladder. “Come here.” He groaned and pulled her into his arms.
He kissed her with a hunger so fierce her mind reeled from the intensity. Right now, at this moment, the only thing she wanted was to be in Matthew’s arms. She kissed him back with everything she had, drowning in the pleasure of him. Passion flared between them and the more they kissed, the higher the fire burned.
His hands molded her breasts while his mouth moved to the pulse at her neck. His teeth nipped and his wet tongue laved and soothed and twirled making her crazy.
“You would pick now when I’m all hot and sweaty.”
“I like hot,” he breathed. “Besides, I’m sweaty too.”
“Sweaty on you is sexy. But I need a shower.”
His mouth slid down her jaw to the vein just below her ear. His lips sent wonderful vibrations on her sensitive flesh. “How about we take one together.”
I’m working on several projects at the moment:
Rakes’s Carpe Diem Historical Series:
Jordon – Nicholas – Dominic – Thaddeus
The men of their ranks are plummeting. Four healthy blooded men, who cringe at the very thought of marriage, know someday they each must face their own nuptials. But before they do, they vow to be the most notorious rakehells of England.
While doing research for my Firemen Station 8 series, I came across these photos. Yum. Good inspiration for my guys at Fire Station 8.
“The Firemen of Station 8”
Enjoy and excerpt of
” MIKE “
“Come on. Let’s get you home.”
“I’m not drunk. And I’m not some wayward child you have to take care of.”
“No one said you were. You’d do the same thing if it were one of the guys.”
Pompous ass. Mike fitted his frame into his truck on the passenger side. “How come you’re able to drive?”
Jared started the engine. “You know me. I spend most of my time sipping on one bottle and checking out the women.” As he pulled into traffic, he continued, “I know. Sipping is for women. Not men.”
“Hell. If it works …” Even in the dark, Mike saw Jared’s teeth flash in a grin.
“So. You gonna share?”
“Share what,” Mike growled. He’d never shared a woman and damned if he would start now.
“I meant information. Not your woman.” Jared’s playboy chuckle filled the cab. “She’s what’s got your mind occupied, isn’t she? You haven’t been yourself for days.”
Mike sighed as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yea. Cassie.”
“Cassie? The blonde from the Mexican restaurant.”
“The one and only.” Window down, Mike rested his elbow on the side of the door. “Can’t stop thinking about her.”
“She is a looker. Nice package too.”
Mike turned in his seat. “How come you didn’t make a play for her?”
Jared glanced from the two lanes of traffic. “She wasn’t interested. Now her friend, she’s another story.”
“You seemed to hit it off with the redhead.”
Jared checked his rearview mirror. “She’s a real flirt. But we didn’t hook up. She seems like a nice girl and I’m not into nice.”
“I know what you mean. Cassie is nice.” Which didn’t mean a damn, cause he still wanted her. Redheads, brunettes, blondes – he’d worshipped them all. Yet here he sat, like a love sick fool pining about a woman he didn’t know, and couldn’t have.
“She projected temptation with a capital T. I saw your eyes, man. You ogled her like a man’s last meal. So cut the bullshit. It’s obvious you want her.”
Mike conjured an image of long blonde hair draped over his chest. Feminine curves pressed against his muscled thighs. Lust pounded in his loins the way it did every time he thought of Cassie. He forced her vision away before he drowned in his own desire.
Jared clapped him on the shoulder. “You got it bad, man. Either find … Shit. Look at that!”
Up ahead, a vehicle sprawled on its side in the middle of the road. Flames blazed from the hood and smoke spiraled upward.
“Christ. Pull over.”
“What the hell do you think I’m doing,” Jared snapped.
Mike grabbed the handle and flung open the door. “There’s gear in the back.”
Jared ran to the tailgate, jerked the latch and threw open the hatch. “Air tank, insulated gloves. Thank God.”
Mike kept spare equipment just for emergencies like this one. He grabbed another set of fireproof gloves and jogged to the burning SUV. “Move those people back!” Flames threatened to send them to hell, but the woman’s screams chilled him to his bones.
“This is gonna be a bitch with the truck’s on its side,” Jared shouted.
The job would be risky enough even with the fire team and proper equipment. They couldn’t wait. Mike grabbed a hunk of metal and jerked. The vehicle wobbled, but held. Watching his footing, he climbed.
Jared called out to the woman, letting her know help had arrived. “We’re firemen. Trucks and rescue will be here any second. We’re going to get you out.”
Mike crawled over the hot metal. Thankfully, the window on the driver’s side was down. He stuck his head inside. “Hi. My name is Mike and I’m going to get you out. What’s your name?”
“Sandy. Please help me.” She shoved hair from her face exposing terror filled eyes – but not panic. Victims who panicked were an unpredictable—and most times—a dangerous lot. Fatalities occurred from freaked-out people who lost control. Her voice showed strength. She might be anxious, but she’d asked for help and her eyes begged he rescue her.
“I will. Now listen carefully and do exactly what I say.” He took in every factor from the top of her head to the bits of broken glass littered about. She happened to be alone. A streak of blood on her forehead. No broken bones, no sign of a fatal injury. “First. Are you alright? Can you tell if anything is broken?”
She glanced down and whimpered. “I don’t think so. My hip hurts like hell. I slammed on my side. I smell smoke. Please. Get me out!”
“Take it easy.” He crawled inside as far as his size allowed, most of his body braced on the car door. “Can you move?”
She stretched awkwardly at first. “Yes. I can.”
He jerked off his gloves and reached for her. “Take my hands. I’ll pull you up.”
A look of horror crossed her face. “What? How? I don’t …”
“Move it,” Jared shouted.
“Take my hands! Now!”
” MIKE ” The first in the series – – – Coming Soon