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Suzanne Brockmann has
started another trilogy chock full of the hard-core Navy Seals and their
Former Navy Seal Ian Dunn may do things the illegal way-but
for a good cause.He feels it outweighs
the rules.Shortly after heisting a bevy
of jewels, he’s unexpectedly released from prison.Naturally, there’s a catch.
Phoebe Kruger now has her dream job with a large law
firm.How or why she gets assigned to
Ian’s case after a few short months of work, she doesn’t know.
Ian and Phoebe together are similar to oil and water to
Ian immediately finds out he’s expected to save kidnapped
children and he’s the only one available who can outmaneuver a band of mobsters
and a wealthy murderer.Ian doesn’t want
to do it.
Phoebe tries to keep him on the law’s side.
Close encounters and saving one another’s butts on a regular
basis put Ian and Phoebe close together.Eventually they crave the closeness, but can they outsmart the bad guys
to stay alive to enjoy each other?
Thriller paced peppered with seductive and lustful romance
will keep us all following Brockmann’s new
the final book in my Degrees of Darkness
series has been out for a few months now in both e-format and print. This was a
bittersweet ending for me as I said good-bye to two longtime characters of
mine, Detective Remy LeBeau and cowgirl Cody Lewis. These two have walked
around in my head for years, pushing me to write their stories. Now their
stories are out there for all the world to read and it’s time for me to move
When I completed the final draft of Reckoningin November 2013, I’ll admit,
I was sad to see it end. I had invested years—I’m not kidding on the years
part—in this series and the characters. New characters popped up along the way
as I wrote the books, but the main characters and their friends and family members
had always been there. I loved meeting the new people, and delving deeper into
Remy’s and Cody’s lives. Pulling out all the stops on how much danger and
conflict I could create between the two. Oh, and the cast of antagonists that
appeared still linger in my head. I wrote some truly awful bad guys and gals.
During the process of writing all four books in the Degrees of Darkness series I had the
privilege of “meeting” some truly awesome professionals in the law enforcement
world. Their knowledge helped me get a better understanding of how officers of
the law would do their jobs. And how some of them can walk across the line and
become crooks themselves. All of this showed me that those are the types of
characters I enjoy writing and will continue to do so.
Is this it for some of the Degrees of Darkness secondary characters? I don’t know. One
character, Detective Heath Anderson, sort of took over and became an integral
part of Remy and Cody’s stories. Heath has proven to be an interesting
character in his own right; good ole Texas boy, former Marine Recon sniper with
a blank past, a man who Remy trusts, and a loyal friend to both Remy and Cody.
In fact, some of my readers have asked to read a book about Heath. I would like
to explore him more. He has intrigued me enough that I’d love to see where his
story takes me, but right now a new set of characters have taken over in a
different book. So, Heath Anderson waits.
For now, it’s time to move on. One day I hope to
come back to this cast of characters and see what they’ve been up to since the
end of Reckoning. They did worm their
way into my heart. And I hope they do the same for you, the reader.
was once asked by her husband if he could meet some of the people who
took residence in her head. She warned they weren’t all characters he
wanted to meet, as killers walked among them. Needless to say, that
conversation ended abruptly. A
lifelong Mid-West gal, Winter swears she should have been born in the
South, Texas or Louisiana preferably. But then she’d miss the snowy
her day between her four children and their various activities, a
growing pet population, and her Beta-with-Alpha-tendencies Hero, Winter
manages to find time to write chilling thrillers between loads of
Don’t worry. You won’t find any of her mouthwatering culinary dishes poisoned. Unless you’re one of her fictional creations. http://www.winteraustin.com/
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You may wonder what kind of vacation a romance author takes…the
main difference from your vacation and mine is that I’m still constantly
thinking of a plot for the next great American romance!
I just returned from a tour of the United Kingdom…England,
Scotland, Northern Ireland, the Republic of Ireland, and Wales.I’m not a historical writer, just reader, so
I think about how I can turn this tranquil kingdom into a suspenseful arena.
Yes, I saw beautiful castles, cathedrals, landscape, and ate
English food.I’m sure you’ve all seen documentaries
and magazines depicting all of the above, so I’m going to relate a few personal
After an eventful flight from O’Hare to Heathrow, yes I got
sick on the plane probably from too many “relaxers”, my husband and I exited
the spacecraft.The atmosphere of
Heathrow was, to say the least, a bit spooky.The two story walls were glass and stark.We were directed through a series of turns,
stairs, and escalators with only the light from fluorescents.
Not too bad until I noticed not a single shop or kiosk, only
the people from arriving planes, and police everywhere.It was quiet.The bathrooms had one toilet. England’s terrorist alert had raised a level
the day before.
Led to a long line of travelers, almost two hours later we
handed our travel documents, passport and card explaining who we were and our
reason for arriving, to one of a dozen officers.
I can’t help but add a little controversy.My card read…JOB:Govt.I do work for the govt. (USA),
but I didn’t expand.The officer looked
me up and down-no I looked a wreck at this hour.He rummaged through my carry-on, looked me up
and down again, then said, “You work for the government?”
I said, “Yes.”Could
I be more obtuse, or what?I felt the
thrill of a challenge brewing already.With the bobbies of England! I
was messing with the police! My heart
thumped and thudded as I waited for his dark eyes and thin lips to respond. I have a former Marine at my side and wasn’t
afraid to use him.
It ended well as he chuckled, stamped my card, and moved the
long line forward.I think I was a bit
Now I am in London!Our hotel was two blocks from the Thames and we had legs ready to go
with no sleep for twenty-seven hours.
One more story about the infamously bad English food…
That first day our stomachs drove us to find a café for
breakfast.We eagerly tried an “English
breakfast.”I thought I over reacted,
but my husband didn’t like it either.Imagine, a poached egg, tiny hash brown (not too bad yet), a mushy
tasteless sausage, and flavorless baked beans.Don’t forget that a cup of coffee comes in halfsies and no refills.Tea is abundant, but I couldn’t solely rely
Sorry, but I won’t be gaining weight in England.
So much more to tell…Our hostess, Alexis, will need to give
me more time to relate the interesting parts of the tripJ
Always travel with a
mission and get the most out of it!
inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.
Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate
job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with
the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked
biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on.
She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.
Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative
appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen
up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public
place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need
and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.
and something else, played across her sweet features. His shaft stiffened in
response. His balls began to hurt. When she didn’t say anything, Dante wasn’t
certain he should. She might shut down and take off. At last, he murmured,
sucked her lower lip.
didn’t begin to describe how she looked. He wondered if she was going to ask
him out. If that’s what Jasmina had been alluding to. Dante smiled inwardly at
cleared her throat. “I…” She didn’t continue.
playful, he smiled. “You what?”
know how to say this,” she mumbled.
uncertainty shifted something within Dante. He had an overwhelming urge to
protect Lauren, hold her close, tell her everything would be all right. Hell,
he was onboard with whatever she wanted. Not that his sentimental feelings made
him any less mischievous. “Want me to help?”
gave him an odd look then frowned.
hadn’t expected that. Usually he was damn good at reading women. Not tonight.
“Just say what you want to say,” he coaxed then softened his voice even more.
on.” He smiled.
attention moved to his mouth. Color stained her cheeks and throat. She
swallowed then blurted, “I don’t want you dating any of our customers.”
was a moment before Dante understood what she’d said. His grin felt stupid. He
killed it. “Excuse me?”
backed away then moved forward as though reconsidering her retreat. “You’re
getting too friendly with the clients. The female ones,” she added quickly.
“There’s too much horsing around. All that laughing and those giggles.” She
rolled her eyes. “None of them are dressed. Good god, this isn’t a brothel,
it’s a legitimate business.”
delicate nostrils flared with her harsh breathing. The ends of her hair seemed
even blonder against her reddened cheeks. She parted her lips as though she had
something else to tell him.
on,” he said quietly.
hesitated at his mild tone then squared her shoulders. Dante doubted she knew
how that thrust out her chest. If her nipples got any harder, they’d poke
through her stretchy top, possibly killing him with desire.
don’t want a lawsuit,” she said. “So your female clients have to stay dressed.”
I ink them through their clothes.”
course not.” She glared. “You uncover the part, and only the part, that needs
to be inked.”
if that’s their entire body?” He murmured, “Want me to use a blindfold? On me,
jaw tightened. “You know what I mean. No one’s come in here yet wanting a full
body tat. If a guy does, you can ink him from the top of his head to the tips
of his toes with my blessing.”
narrowed her eyes. “I own the place now, so I have to do what’s right for it.”
that would be?”
I’ve already said.” She lifted her chin. “You can’t have naked women in your
station. You can’t date any of them. Ever.”
She sounded really jealous. That encouraged Dante to move closer.
froze for a moment then stepped back. Dante followed. Surprise, and what seemed
to be irrepressible yearning, passed over her face. Her ass and shoulders hit
the wall. She glanced over to it then back at him.
planted one hand on the wall next to her head. He leaned close enough to smell
her perfume and the shampoo she’d used. Peaches, he thought. A light female
scent that did indescribable things to him. “You don’t want me screwing any of
the customers after hours, is that it?”
stared at his mouth. “Uh-huh. It’s the new policy.”
see.” He edged a bit closer, driven to kiss her beauty mark, to run his tongue
over her lips. His pulse pounded with desire. His body tensed with need. “Then
who exactly would you like me to fuck?”