With his dying breath, Bobby Lowell begs Ellison Russell, “Tell her I love her.”
Unable to refuse, Ellison struggles to find the girl the murdered boy loved. Too bad an epically bad blind date, a vindictive graffiti artist, and multiple trips to the emergency room keep getting in the way.
Worse, a killer has Ellison in his sights, her newly rebellious daughter is missing, and there’s yet another body in her hostas. Mother won’t be pleased.
Now Ellison must track down not one but two runaway teenagers, keep her promise to Bobby, and elude the killer—all before her next charity gala committee meeting.
Something was off. Wrong. Grief thicker than fog wrapped around her yet she seemed manic, desperate. I understood why when I crossed the threshold into CeCe’s living room.
Kizzi and Alice Standish shared a flowered couch.
Kizzi lived behind a curtain sewn from dry gin martinis. Her daughter Alice was nuttier than the little bowls of mixed almonds and cashews the club puts out for bridge snacks. Word on the golf course was that Howard Standish was considering having them both committed—to different facilities, of course.
My hands were long-since scrubbed free of Bobby’s blood but I could still see it – under my nails, near my cuticles, in the grooves of my skin. My fingers closed around the steering wheel then tightened until my knuckles turned white.
“Are you getting out?”
I looked up into Anarchy Jones’ handsome face. The dark lenses of a pair of aviator sunglasses hid his eyes. His lips curled into a half-smile, as if my inability to get out of the car somehow amused him.
“Of course.” I reached over to the passenger’s seat and grabbed my handbag.
He opened my door and extended a hand to help me out of the car.
It would have been churlish not to take it.
His fingers, cool, callused and strong, closed around my hand and once again the regular lub-dub of my heart gave way to wild beating. I had to tug to pull my hand free. “What was it you wanted me to see?”
Julie Mulhern is the USA Today bestselling author of The Country Club Murders.
She is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family, working out at the gym and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly clean--and she's got an active imagination. Truth is--she's an expert at calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog and the dust bunnies under the bed have grown into dust lions.
A secret agent struggling to redeem herself gets stuck with a cocky private investigator - sparks are sure to fly. Can they work together and catch a killer?
Hacker Jenessa Jones is down on her luck. After trusting the wrong man and nearly handing a terrorist group everything they needed to destroy the country, she’s eager to prove herself as the professional she truly is. All she needs is a new case.
As desperate as she is for a job, last thing she wants is to be stuck with President Sharp's domineering son, Kole. When a killer strikes in Washington D.C., the President specifically requests her assistance, leaving her little choice. Her mission? Help Kole catch the killer while pretending to be his new social-climbing girlfriend.
Burned by love in the past, Kole Sharp doesn’t want a woman hanging around. However, this private detective is willing to do what it takes to protect his family and country. As more members of the secret anti-terror board receive threats against their lives, Jenessa and Kole race to find the culprit. They didn’t expect their biggest problem to be fighting feelings for each other.
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The smell of musky cologne pulled her from her gloomy thoughts, and Jenessa glanced over her shoulder. The handsome man she’d noticed at the beginning of the evening stood at her shoulder, looking down at her. She had thought she caught him watching her earlier, but she’d been too shy to approach him.
He was dressed in a black business suit and dark brown hair fell across his forehead. What most caught her attention was how his angular features somehow worked quite well with his intense brown eyes and full lips.
A partial scowl contorted his face into something less than handsome, and Jenessa gulped nervously. He appeared unhappy to be near her, so why did he come over? It wasn’t likely that he wanted to ask for a dance, not with that look on his face.
“So, you’re the woman I’m supposed to fall madly in love with?” He studied her for a second, tapping his index finger against his lips. “I guess you’ll have to do.”
Too shocked for words, Jenessa struggled to close her gaping mouth. How rude could someone be?
Snippet # 2
He set her suitcase near the bookshelf to the right of the doorway and crossed the room, opening the double doors to the walk-in. “Some of these might be out of fashion and old, but they were all only worn once.” Clarissa had been wasteful like that, and it took Kole so long to realize that she was after money and power, not his love.
Jenessa came up next to him and let out a low whistle. “That’s a lot of clothes. You wore each only once, huh? You take this cross dressing seriously.”
“Wore them... cross dressing?” He whipped around to face her when the words penetrated his brain. “These aren’t my dresses, you idiot. They belonged to my ex.”
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She chewed on her lip, suddenly nervous about how close he was. Her heart pounded so rapidly that she wondered if he could hear it. All she wanted was for him to lean in and kiss her again.
She blinked several times, mouth dried out and body aching for his touch. “I trust you with my very life, Kole. Maybe we got off to a rough start, but this past week has shown me that you’re the most honorable man I’ve ever known.”
His eyes went wide. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
Knowing she shouldn’t tempt fate but not caring, Jenessa moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Yes. You’d never hurt me.”
“No, of course not. I trust you too.” Kole closed the distance between their mouths, sucking hungrily at her lips. His hot hands roved across her stomach, moving upward to rub against her breasts.
Jenessa let out an involuntary moan as she sucked at his lower lip. He smelled so damn good and the taste of him excited her in ways she thought would never happen again. Her entire body tingled with expectation and want. She ran her hands through his hair, rubbing his head and neck, wondering if she dared rub him lower.
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Duncan Lowell’s explosive magic is fueled by an equally explosive temper. He’s stayed away from the earldom he rules from afar to escape memories of his vicious father. But when he must return, other memories surface, too – of his childhood friend and conspirator, Fiona: the future Witch of Kilgoran.
Fiona Fanshawe has dedicated her life to the people of Kilgoran. After tragedy marred her family, she’s vowed to stay aloof, serve the village, and never marry. When Duncan arrives, demanding that she retrieve the Stone that caused her family so much pain, she’s forced to re-evaluate all of her choices.
Duncan’s demons make him fear hurting those he loves; Fiona’s make her terrified of getting hurt. Now, the witch and the earl will have to decide whether they will be more dangerous together – or apart.
“If all’s well, Fergus, I’ll be leaving here tomorrow.”
“Aye. The borders’ll be here still, though. The people, too.”
Duncan sighed. “I know.”
Fergus set his feet firmly on the ground and leaned forward, meeting Duncan’s eyes. “I might not know your Miss Fiona—”
“She’s not mine.”
“Not mine either, to my regret, but I know her blood damned well, lad, and I can tell you that you’re not leaving here tomorrow.”
“We’ll see,” Duncan said. But he knew in his heart that Fergus was right.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
Duncan’s deep voice settled into Fiona’s limbs like warm honey, and she straightened from her herb basket to find him gently lifting branches aside so that he could move into the clearing without being stung by thorns. She felt her belly tighten as he straightened to his full height and wondered which memories had drawn him here to find her. The many times they’d lain here as children, discussing their dreams and practicing simple magics? Or the very last time, when he’d kissed her here, sending confusion and delight spiraling through her limbs, and then gone thundering off to have one last, cataclysmic argument with his father before leaving for good?
She’d been so confused by all of the new feelings tumbling around inside her that she’d run straight to her most trusted ally, Gran. Only to learn that things were different for men, when it came to kissing, and things were very different for her, when it came to what might come after, especially with Duncan.
She flushed. “What I do with my life is none of your business.”
“Wrong! I’m the earl. Everyone here is my business,” he shot back.
She shoved back her chair and stood. “Well, maybe you can write me a letter and tell me all about how you think I should live my life. I hear that’s how you manage being the earl, too.” She turned, her dress whipping about her ankles, and stormed out of the room.
He leapt to his feet. “Get back here!”
“Go to hell!” Her voice echoed back through the halls and he heard the thunk of the heavy front door opening hastily, and then a slam as it closed. He wondered if she’d even touched it, or if the force of her anger had thrown the door open for her by magic. His own magic was rippling furiously under his skin, his temper seeking an outlet. He looked around, then let it flow into the candles standing ready in sconces along the wide front hallway. There was too much. His control had slipped, and he winced as he saw the two candles closest to him melt rapidly into puddles on the stone floor. Damn.
The steward appeared from around the corner, somehow managing to appear as though he hadn’t been waiting there and listening to every word. “Yes, sir?”
“Have somebody clean that up, would you? And express my apologies in coin, please. I’m going down the hill.”
“To the cottage, sir?” Ermidge looked dubious, as well he should. Crossing a witch in a temper was generally a bad idea, particularly when you’d put her into it.
“Hell, no. I’m going to the inn.”
Jamaila Brinkley writes historical romance with a hint of magic. Her Wizards of London series features thieves, duchesses, witches, and more indulging in mayhem and romance in Regency England. Jamaila came to romance as an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy, and found that her favorite historical romances seemed ripe for an injection of magic. Her favorite historical period is currently the Victorian era, and she's never happier than when immersed in a multi-book family series.
Jamaila lives outside Baltimore, Maryland in a house that is perpetually under renovation with her husband and twin toddlers. You can find her blogging about romance, writing, parenting, cooking, and more on her website at www.jamailabrinkley.com, and posting pictures of her lunch on Twitter as @jamaila.
He's the last person she should fall in love with and the only one that ever stood a chance.
Seraphina Hanson is busy. As manager and owner of the Newport Beach Seagulls on their way to making the playoffs for the first time in their history, dating doesn't even cross her mind.
Unless it involves star goalie and Seagulls goalie, Brandon Thorpe.
Brandon Thorpe is tall, strong, and brooding. She's drawn to him like a moth to a flame but dating him isn't allowed - no matter how badly her sister, Katella, tells her otherwise. Seraphina has been in love with him for a year and that isn't going to change and time soon.
Until they get to Las Vegas. The new expansion team is hosting their first game with the Seagulls, and general manager Phil Bambridge invites Seraphina out to dinner.
But Brandon has a bad feeling. It also doesn't help that Seraphina looks flawless in her dress.
So he kisses her. In public. And Bambridge sees.
Phil Bambridge doesn't like rejection. And he'll do whatever it takes to win. Even blackmail Seraphina into trading Thorpe to his team before the trade deadline.
Seraphina is now forced to confront her feelings for Brandon while trying to stay as professional as possible. She won't lose him to Bambridge but she also refuses to give him up, not when she finally has him. But something has to give, and soon.
Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I'm a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says 'like' more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I'm a 27-year-old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I'm a writer. Like, for real.
I don't speak in third person (normally) nor do I wear glasses (except when I'm feeling particularly mischievous). I'm lucky to have found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 22, even though he frustrates me on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We live near Disneyland, have two rambunctious female puppies, and have a beautiful baby girl. He has two amazing boys, and has gotten me hooked on Smallville, watching soccer (okay, okay FOOTBALL - FC Barcelona, baby!), and Cancun Juice.