*Satisfying romantic suspense*“Mickey” (as in , she’s been “slipped a Mickey”) wakes up a prisoner in a facility with no idea who she is, where she is, or why she’s there. After she escapes, she begins to track down her old life with the help of gym owner Steve Spaneas, who thinks she’s another s...
Anthology of short stories:- Shaken and Stirred by Doranna Durgin- End Game by Virginia Kantra- The Get-Away Girl by Meredith Fletcher
Three women with remarkable abilities.Three explosive situations that only they can defuse…CHAMELEON by Doranna DurginSamantha Fredericks is a human chameleon able to transform her appearance—even become invisible. And when a secret haven for battered women comes under siege through an informant,...
Dear Ellen, I miss you terribly, and I'm sorry you're dead. I wish it weren't my fault.Karin Sommers's sister had died while helping Karin escape from the con man who'd entrapped her. But Ellen wouldn't die in vain. Acting on instinct, Karin took over Ellen's identity and home--and thought she'd ...
A professional horse handler rides onto the fantasy scene with her first novel. When Dana and Eric find a young woman on their property naked, terrified and incapable of speech, little do they realize that she isn't human at all, but rather a horse from another dimension transformed into this new...
Dun Lady’s Jess--all horse, all woman, all he...and the only one left who can save her disintegrating world from magic gone awry.
“Where else would I be?” he asked, playing off the relief in her voice. The distance made him sound a little tinny, albeit without the static of the cell phones. “Leading your own rescue effort?” Selena took a deep mental breath, surprised by how much hearing his voice mea...
She felt as though it was meant to be a message, and she hadn’t the faintest idea what it meant. She stared up at the ceiling she couldn’t even see in this darkness, and finally settled on gratitude.If she’d ever needed a hug from her mother, it was now, confronted by this unexpected part of her ...
Rio Carlsen turned his gaze away from the picturesque wine country scenery speeding past them—spring-green everywhere—to stretch a long arm across the back of Kimmer’s bucket seat, glancing behind them and bracing himself as she took an unsignaled left turn. “Suburban. Big. Old. Can you say ‘eat ...
Shivering inside and out...but no cameras. Her home, under surveillance. Her life, unraveling, so many pieces proving to be only layers of truth. And as she’d stood frozen in shock beneath the camera in her home, her very first thought had been of D...
Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously--and any resemblance to actual persons, business establishments, events, or locales is purely coincidental. License Notes: This efiction is licensed for your personal ...
Carey was confined in a first-floor room—a comfortable enough place, but there was no mistaking that it was a jail, for the spell Gacy had set at the threshold let others wander in and out, but kept Carey within. Furthermore, Sherra had appropriated his spellstones. Both actions seemed insulting ...
Kimmer headed to town early; her jeans were soaked to midthigh by the time she made it to the station wagon, and she crawled in to start the engine and crank the heat up high.At the hotel she stood under the apathetic shower until the water started to feel cool, and bundled up her laundry for the...
He ached for her touch, alone in a way he’d never felt before—in a way that baffled him and left his body in turbulence and his heart confused.His body, he could deal with. The Sentinel who’d initiated him had been as blunt about that as in everything, teaching him the ways of her body—and teachi...
A ballad here, a feel-good rowdy tune there...She knew her carefree mood was nothing but illusion. She knew she had to face the vision she’d seen, and learn what it meant. She had to allow herself to feel its clarity...its intensity.But the seeing was a facet of herself she’d long downplayed, aft...
Holly didn’t need to hear it with her ears in order to know it in her heart. I’m alone. The bleak despair in his face, in his eyes...the way he’d turned from her to hide those things. Or to try. It had...
Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously — and any resemblance to actual persons, business establishments, events, or locales is purely coincidental. License Notes: This efiction is licensed for your personal enjoy...
When she went to the kitchen to run cold water over the heel of her hand and the base of her thumb, her gaze fell on the business card she had eventually taken from the break room table and then dropped on the counter when she'd cleaned out her pockets the same evening. Gil Masera, Dog Obed...
Miles of predawn biking hadn’t done her a bit of good. Hadn’t erased the previous night’s debacle from her mind, and hadn’t provided her with an explanation that would slide past Nick Carter’s radar.The man was consul adjutant for a reason. Hardly anyone saw the consul himself, an aging man who p...
She’d hidden things from him before, when she’d thought it was best—she’d hidden them with purpose.The difference was, this time he knew she was doing it.But he knew, too, that arguing about it wasn’t the best course. And maybe it was only fair. He was hiding things, too.Not that he could have ar...