Mid Week Tease: Tidbit from All For Love

MWTease15Good morning and welcome to another Mid Week Tease. Life is crazy busy around here these days. I’m trying to finish a new manuscript, but my muse and the demands of family are making it uber hard to do.  I need to relax and stress out, so I’ll do it by taking the time to share a tidbit from All for Love which was released on Tuesday.

Again thank you Sandra Bunino for making this blog hop possible, and to all of you for your kind comments that keep me plugging away week by week.

When I started writing, someone told me I had to write what I knew. Having lived a rather sheltered life, that would’ve been rather boring. But I have a great imagination and I love to learn, so with a lot of research and pulling ideas together from all kinds of places, I come up with stories to excite and please my readers–at least I hope so!


To overcome your fear, you must first face it.

Someone is out to destroy Greg Simmons and everyone he has ever loved. After an accident leaves his teenage daughter depressed and distraught, Greg will do anything to make her happy again, including hiring a bodyguard to protect her.

Olivia Marshall lost both her fiancé and her cousin in a deadly avalanche. She has vowed never to set foot on a ski hill again. But now, working as a bodyguard with Anderson Security, Olivia must face her greatest fears to save Greg and his daughter.

Something about Olivia’s determination strikes a chord in Greg, but will she be the salvation he needs, or will he be her destruction?

The Tidbit:

“I have to pick up ski equipment, but the rest is in the truck Tim provided. By the way, what did your operative have to say about all this?”

Greg watched the color seep into Jack’s face. Obviously, the mighty Livy wasn’t as happy with the situation as Veronica had said she’d be. He frowned.

“Nothing yet, but she’ll be fine. Don’t worry. You’ll meet her shortly. We’ve got a great cover story established for you both.”

Greg gawked, and fought not to lose his temper. Something in Jack’s voice told him things were definitely not fine. “She doesn’t know yet, does she?” His voice conveyed his irritation. “It’s too late to back out now and come up with another plan.”

Jack ran his hand through his hair, disarranging it. Greg could see the man was worried, and it didn’t calm his own unsettled nerves. Lord, this has to work.

“I know. Believe me, I know.” Jack’s frustration was evident. “I expected her early yesterday, but her plane was delayed because of bad weather. I couldn’t speak to her about this over the airport phone. Veronica’s convinced we have nothing to worry about. She says she won’t let us down, and since my wife knows her better than anyone, I’ll have to take her word for it. Livy’s been after me for assignments with more meat to them, and she won’t find anything more exciting than this cloak and dagger business. That’s what’s bothering me. Not only am I convinced this plan is full of holes, not knowing who’s behind the threats makes it almost impossible to eliminate them. You’re still convinced it’s personal and not political?”

“I am, and the note proves it. For what it’s worth, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll play my part. Marrying a stranger is the last thing I want, but I’ll do what I must for my daughter. Let’s hope your woman is as good as you say she is and as agreeable as Veronica believes.”

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Look Who Dropped By Today: Holly J. Gill with a New Release!

Innocence_LRGNew Release

Welcome fellow Sweet Cravings Publishing author, Holly J Gill. As I’ve done on occasion, Holly has stepped out of her usual writing mode with her latest novel, Innocence.

Good morning, Holly.

Thank you so much Susanne for hosting me on your site, wine at the ready! I am delighted to be sharing the Innocence Series with you. I am truly excited by this contemporary sweet romance series being a different genre for me as I normally write erotica.

The series comes as

Innocence, Innocence of Love, Breaking Innocence, and Return To Innocence


Innocence Blurb

Book 1

sophie banner 2222Calvin Edwards has everything he could dream about— perfect lifestyle, running the family real-estate company back in London. He takes a holiday up north to visit his parents only to find a young pregnant woman attempting to take her life. Wishing to help, Calvin becomes a friend to her, only fears he’s out of his depth. Just when he thinks he can do this his past resurfaces, sending his life crashing.

Kacey is pregnant and her life is out of control with nowhere left to go. She descends on her mum for one last chance for help, only to have the door slammed in her face. At her wits end, she is alone, scared, and helpless until Calvin comes along. He becomes a dear friend giving her kindness, something she thought no longer existed in the world. Only she finds what she’d pushed to the back of her mind through selfish pain is back. Her past with all its mistakes has come back to life!

Excerpt Calvcalvin heartin Edwards

“What the heck has she been telling you? Honestly, that girl wouldn’t know the word truth if it hit her in the face. She is after money, no doubt to take back to her drug dealing boyfriend.”

Calvin stepped forward needing to correct the evil woman. “She finished it, and she isn’t with him. Instead, she is scared and looking for someone to love her, but clearly the word ‘love’ means nothing to you. What mother,” he said, marching forward pointing his finger in her face. “Would allow their daughter at her most vulnerable state to leave her to walk the streets, how can you not care? No shame? She is frightened and yet, she is the one holding the grudge with you…yet you have turned it onto her. She is broken, has no-one and nowhere to go and yet you…you.” He gritted his teeth.

“Calvin,” he heard his mother’s voice from behind as she touched his left shoulder. “Step back.”

“No,” he growled. “She,” he said, pointing to Rosalind, “What she has done. I saved your daughter. I,” he said, thumping his chest. “I stopped your daughter from jumping off the bridge. I saved her. I was the one who coaxed her down,” he screamed.

Tears ran down his cheeks and could feel his mum holding onto his shoulder for comfort. He had to do it. He had to make her see how weak her daughter was and her mental state.

Rosalind widened her eyes glaring at him.

“Yes, I saved her, I stopped her,” he said lowering his voice in heartache. “All she needed was someone to reach out to and help her take care of her. She has nothing…nothing. You imagine feeling that lonely,” he said, glaring deep into her eyes through the tears.

“I have spent a few days listening to your daughter trying to help her, guide her, get her the help she needs, but as my good friend keeps telling me! She isn’t my problem, but I have made her my problem. I want to help her, and no, it’s not just because she’s expecting your grandchild,” he snarled. Calvin didn’t want anyone assuming that, but they would, of course they would, and he’d be the first to admit when he saw her bump, he had to do what he could to get her down from the bridge.

“Calvin,” his mum muttered.

“No, Mum,” he said, turning his head to glare at her. He watched his mum gulp. “Even you would admit you were fooled into the real reason why she left the village.” He turned his head back to meet Rosalind’s eyes. “Wasn’t we?”

Rosalind still looked gormless, frowning like she had no idea what he was talking about.

“Don’t you care your daughter was about to jump into the river and take her and the baby’s life?” he sneered.

She stared at him, shocked, like she had no idea what was going on with her daughter, the puzzlement across her face and her eyes roamed all over the room, like the walls would give her answers.

“I’m sorry.”

He shuddered.

“Sorry! Is that all you can say. Sorry,” he heightened his voice. “Well, you’re saying it to the wrong person, but then why would you wish to waste your breath on your daughter, when she is the one who has disgraced you. I mean heaven forbid she would turn out to be the little angel you had wished for, but noooo, she had to get herself knocked up, didn’t she?” He roared.

Author Holly J. Gill

A wife and a mum to three grown up children, and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is a romance writer, her main genre being erotic, romance and has recently been exploring new channels, paranormal and contemporary. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her, and longing to get their stories written. Finally, her dream came true two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her Desires series. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, seeing friends for lunches and sharing her new potential ideas for books. She enjoys listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

Writing is where Holly’s heart is…

Where to find Holly

Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/hollyjgillauthor?ref=hl

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Romance Holly : http://hollyjodygill.blogspot.co.uk/

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Where to find Holly’s books

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Amazon UK : http://www.amazon.co.uk/Holly-J.-Gill/e/B00AYGFOE2/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1429625873&sr=8-1

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Mid Week Tease; Another Taste of All For Love

MWTease15It’s that time again. Mid Week Tease is g=here, and today, I’d like to give you another bite of All For Love, due to be released on Tuesday, May 26.

Once again, I’d like to thank Sandra Bunino for making this blog hop possible each week. I’ve learned a lot reading the postings of others, blushed some, too,and from the comments I’ve improved my skills.

Without further ado:

The Premise:

To overcome your fear, you must first face it.

Someone is out to destroy Greg Simmons and everyone he has ever loved. After an accident leaves his teenage daughter depressed and distraught, Greg will do anything to make her happy again, including hiring a bodyguard to protect her.

Olivia Marshall lost both her fiancé and her cousin in a deadly avalanche. She has vowed never to set foot on a ski hill again. But now, working as a bodyguard with Anderson Security, Olivia must face her greatest fears to save Greg and his daughter.

Something about Olivia’s determination strikes a chord in Greg, but will she be the salvation he needs, or will he be her destruction?


The elevator lurched again, dragging her back. With each stop, the number of people in the elevator decreased, and she began to feel less confined. By the time they reached the sixth floor, there were only two people left—herself and a man. She’d started when he’d brushed against her earlier, but she hadn’t seen his face. Now, she looked up into hazel eyes staring at her as if she were the number one item on the dessert menu. She was waiting for him to lick his chops.

Normally, she’d ignore the man, but there was something about the way he was looking at her that both annoyed her and warmed her inside. He resembled the imaginary boyfriend she’d created to appease her parents and that increased her discomfort.

Get a grip, Livy.

No man had ever affected her this way—why him? Why now? Did he really look like her ideal man? Maybe, just a little around the eyes, but he was making her feel like a specimen on a microscope slide, and she resented it.

“Is there some reason why you’re staring at me like that?” She was exasperated by his perceived rudeness.

He chuckled, and Olivia’s heart jumped into her throat. The sound of his laughter was pleasant and eerily familiar.

His hazel eyes twinkled. “Is there a law in America against admiring an attractive woman?”

British. His voice sent goose bumps racing further along her flesh, annoying her. The heavy accent was similar to her father’s but far more pronounced. His appreciative gaze raked her up and down, and she felt heat rise in her cheeks. She despised her fair skin and its tendency to blush. Why did this man attract her when she’d sworn never to get involved with any man again? Seeing her nephew must have reset her biological clock. So much for having it under control.

She’d never thought a man could be beautiful, but this one was. He stared at her from behind black-framed glasses, and his full beard and mustache were as neatly trimmed as his hair, reminding her of Ben Affleck, one of her favorite actors

“Admiring is one thing, leering is another,” she said sharper than she’d intended. His actions discomforted her.

He grinned, and her stomach flip-flopped.

“Touché. My apologies, but I can’t be the first man who’s ever stared at you. I’ve seen many stunning women in my life, but none with hair like yours. It’s alive, on fire.”

Olivia frowned. He was hard to understand, but she knew he was talking about her hair, a sore spot with her, and knowing it was the reason for his behavior added insult to injury. She was about to say something when she caught sight of herself in the mirrored wall and winced.

No wonder he’s staring at me.

As usual, her hair had a mind of its own. Her long, curly, flame-red tresses bounced against the shoulders of her coat. Instead of sitting flat in some semblance of the style she’d put it in earlier in the day, the dry, indoor winter air had turned it into a mass of fly-away curls intent on going in whichever directions they preferred. She looked like Medusa, her wayward locks reminding her of snakes slithering around on her head like those on the gorgon. She tried to pat her head down with her right hand, but the static just made it worse.

I shouldn’t have worn that hat.

While some people said her hair was beautiful—to her it was still the wild, unruly, carrot-red mop she’d hated as a child—the one she’d been teased to tears about on more occasions than one. She’d tried cutting it short, but she’d found it even harder to manage that way. She should have dyed it some uncomplimentary shade of mouse brown, and she would have, if she hadn’t promised Tamara she’d never do such a thing.

“Is that its natural color?”

Exasperated, Olivia growled. “No, it’s usually sky-blue pink with orange polka dots.”

Instead of being offended, the man burst out laughing.

Aye. And a temper to match. Beautiful, Red.”

The use of her nickname further infuriated her. The doors swished open on the ninth floor, and Olivia darted out, almost hitting the mailroom attendant waiting to get on, barely holding onto her cup of coffee. The man in the elevator’s laughter followed her down the hall until the doors slid shut. She’d seen the look on his face when she’d dashed out. It was as if he knew she was running away and was amused by it. The gesture made her angrier. Now, she had to walk up to the tenth floor. This day was just getting better and better, but there was no way she could have stayed in the elevator with that man. If he’d said another word, she’d either have thrown the coffee at him or punched him. Why can’t I have an ordinary, uneventful day? Is that too much to ask for, Lord?

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Imperfect Heroes and Heroines Rob and Faye from The White Carnation

Imperfect Heroes and Heroines

The White CarnationAs an author who writes by the seat of my pants, my heroes and heroines are not uber marvelous, perfect people. Instead, their characters are very much a reflection of the day I’ve had and the mood I’m in when I begin their stories.

When I started writing The White Carnation, I’d had one of those days. I’d just discovered that the publisher I’d trusted, the one I’d recommended to other writers, was a lying, deceitful con artist, and I’d fallen for her schmooze lock, stock, and barrel. I felt as if I’d been betrayed by people who should’ve had my back—even worse, I’d suggested the publishers to others, and they too got screwed. Thus, Faye’s early character,her inability to trust others, was forged in that moment of anger. She’d been hurt by those who should’ve taken care of her, should’ve supported her, should’ve chased the bogeyman away, and made things right.

By the time I finished the initial chapter one, I’d calmed down, thanks to wonderful, supportive writer friends who’d also been shafted by said publisher, and so, when I started writing Rob, the hero, I was still hurting by what had happened, but this hurt was tempered by the reality that others I call friends were aching, too. Rob, as a wounded party, sees what happened as a lack of faith in him, but because he can’t just turn off his emotions, he’s protective and ready to do whatever he can to help Faye  through the agonies she endures in the book.

Both Faye and Rob are imperfect. They’ve been hurt and are protective of themselves and their emotions, but sometime, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger and lets us see what monsters really lurk in the hearts of men.  My life is filled with wonderful, kind, and imperfect people, but they are the best kind of friends to have. They make mistakes, trip, and fall because of them, but they get back on their feet and trudge on. It isn’t the easy victories that forge character; it’s the tough ones that you kick and scream your way through that make you who and what you are.

Life goes on. Many ups and downs contributed to Rob and Faye’s characters, but because I believe in love and the triumph of good over evil, both characters learn to trust and respect one another before the book ends. Sadly, in real life, people give up on love too quickly. In my fantasy world, I can give anyone a second chance.

I hope you enjoy spending time with Rob and Faye as together they hunt for the Harvester.

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Here’s the opening scene from The White Carnation.

“Don’t do me any more favors! One of these days, Sloan, I’ll take one of these crappy assignments and turn it into a Pulitzer, just watch and see.”

Faye stormed out of the editor’s office, slamming the door behind her. The glass pane rattled in its frame. Her chestnut ponytail swished from side to side as she swiftly crossed the large room to her cubicle, the despised assignment sheet crumpled in the fisted hand at her side.

Not that this one will be the one. A frigging engagement party. What next? Advice to the lovelorn? Haven’t I paid for my damn sins yet?

She ignored the sly “I told you so” looks on the faces of her fellow reporters as she passed each desk. Journalism was a dog-eat-dog business, and even after a year, she was still the main item on the menu. She was an investigative reporter, not a frigging social columnist. Although she didn’t give a damn about Fifi or Fido and was sick to death of playing nice-nice with dog-show judges and patrons alike, she’d had a great idea for a story, one with teeth, and Sloan, that no-good, low-down snake, had given it to the competition.

Shafted again. Damn it.

Weren’t there any decent people left in the newspaper business? When she’d suggested looking into the extravagances she’d seen covering dog shows the last few months, Sloan had promised to consider it, and now, not two hours later, he’d just told her Tina Jackson would be looking into it.

That bitch has been gunning for my job from the minute she got here. Faye huffed out a frustrated breath. Abel Rogers, the newspaper’s top criminal investigative reporter, was scheduled to retire in three months. Faye had hoped to make it back into the Boston Examiner’s crime beat section with the dog show exposé. But from now on, instead of covering dog shows for Around Town, the local page, she’d be having tea with the upper crust as a second-string society columnist. La-de-da! And he considers this a step up? Bullshit. Half the time I won’t even have a byline. Plopping down on her chair, she flung the offending wad of paper onto her desk.

“Temper, temper,” said Phil, one of the transplanted Brits who worked as an errand boy for the senior staff. “You could’ve broken the boss’s bloody window.”

“Too bad I didn’t,” she answered and turned her back on him.

“Don’t get your knickers in a knot, princess. I don’t agree with the way he’s treating you either. You’re better than this.” He stomped off after dropping two memos on her desk.

Faye reached for them—the first was about reallocating parking spaces. Crap. Can’t they leave anything alone? The second was about improper use of the photocopier. Some idiot must have been taking butt shots again.

Her cubicle, a poor replacement for the broom closet-sized office she’d had, was the one closest to the far wall. She stared at the chaos atop her credenza—the assorted bits and pieces of what had once been a thriving reporter’s career. In one corner stood a cut-glass vase filled with year-old remnants of a dozen red roses, their black, wilted skeletons a constant reminder of her disgrace. Turning the partitions around to ensure a small measure of privacy hadn’t helped. Right now, she could feel Tina Jackson gloating right through the portable walls. It was her idea, her story, and now that fool who couldn’t write her way out of a paper bag and hadn’t had an original thought in a decade, was going to get the credit. What Faye wouldn’t give for the courage to tell Sloan to take his job and shove it.

Working at one of Boston’s largest newspapers as its top investigative reporter had been her dream, and she’d sacrificed too much to give up on it just yet. This was just a temporary setback. She’d find a story, investigate it on her own, and present him with a fait accompli. There had to be hundreds of juicy stories out there just waiting for her. If she could find the right one, she might freelance and sell it to the highest bidder.

Who am I kidding? I can barely make ends meet on my miserable paycheck and don’t have time for anything else—at least nothing worthy of a Pulitzer.

Maybe she should take some time off and go visit her mother. She hadn’t been home since her stepdad’s funeral six months ago. She was already depressed; going to Kennebunkport couldn’t make her feel any worse. She picked up the phone and was surprised by the sound indicating she had a message waiting. No one had bothered to call and leave her a message in months.

She punched in the necessary codes. The automated voice indicated the call had come in two days ago. Damn it. She’d gotten complacent dwelling in her misery, preferring the anonymity of self-isolation to listening to the commiserations of others. Was this one of them—someone devious enough to try to dig up more dirt for the rumor mill? After all, the story of her disgrace was old news now. They’d need fresh meat to revive it. Annoyed with herself, yet too curious to erase the message, she pressed the button to retrieve it.

“Hello, Faye. This is Lucy Green, Mary’s mother. I need to talk to you. Can you come by the apartment this afternoon? I wouldn’t bother you, but I can’t think of anyone else who could help me. My number is 617-635-8765.”

Surprised, Faye jotted the name and number on a sticky note before hanging up.

Weird! What can I possibly do for Mary’s mom?

Mary had been her best friend—her BFF long before the term had become popular. They’d been inseparable in high school and at Boston College, but once Faye had gotten her shot at major crime stories and Mary had moved to New York, they’d drifted apart. They kept in touch, mostly through online chats and emails, with a few phone calls thrown in. She made a point of seeing Mary if she happened to be in the Big Apple, but it had been a while. The last time she’d spoken to her had been about four months ago in January, when Mary had called to wish her a happy birthday. Mary hadn’t been feeling well and had cancelled her annual visit. Faye had celebrated alone with a pint of gourmet ice cream and a bottle of Irish whiskey. She’d never even called to see if her friend was feeling better—she’d started investigating the dog show, and when she was on a story, as Mary had often said, the world could blow up around her and Faye would never notice.

She frowned and bit her lower lip. Lucy Green sounded upset, and that compounded Faye’s guilt about not calling Mary or checking her messages sooner. Maybe there was something seriously wrong with her old friend. Faye liked Mrs. Green, even if the woman’s ideas and attitudes didn’t keep pace with the times. Mary was exactly the opposite. Modern, embracing every aspect of the twenty-first century, her outlook on life was Qué sera, sera—what will be, will be. Her happy-go-lucky acceptance of whatever life threw at her had often irritated Faye, who was as emotional and explosive as they came. Where Mary made lemonade out of life’s lemons, Faye just scowled and ate the sour fruit.

Reviews By Sue: An Unconventional Courtship by Becky Lower

quillWelcome spring! Trees of green, lilacs aplenty, birds nesting, and the inevitable mosquitoes. All’s well with my world.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, my reading tastes, like my writing tastes are eclectic. I enjoy romance is almost any shape, and have long been a proponent of historical romances. My two novels, The Captain’s Promise and The Price of Honor were born from my love of that particular genre, and a couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to read an new historical romance novella by fellow Crimson author, Becky Lower.

An Unconventional Courtship, set in New York City in 1829 is a prequel to Ms. Lower’s other books in her Cotillion Ball series, and having read this one, I can assure you I intend to pick up the others as well.

Here’s the premise:

Find out how the Fitzpatrick family began in this exciting prequel novella to the Cotillion Ball saga.

11154906_10205633184721990_2428053748168806177_oCharlotte Ashcroft knows her family would never approve of her attending a women’s rights speech in New York City alone. So when a busybody from back home confronts Charlotte, she grabs the man in a jaunty blue hat nearby and introduces him as her escort.

George Fitzpatrick had boarded the new omnibus intent on nothing more than a ride from one point to another. Until that gorgeous young blonde suddenly claimed he was her chaperon. What’s an up-and-coming young banker to do but help a lady out?

Charlotte knows exactly what she wants, but can she convince a man who is her opposite that he can’t live without her?

Sensuality Level: Sensual

My Review:5 stars

I thoroughly enjoyed this short, snappy read. Charlotte Ashcroft is a feisty heroine, unlike many of the simpering women of her day. She knows what she wants and sets out to get it. Interested in the equality of women, she understands the need for a relationship to be based on mutual respect as well as love, and the boy her parents have selected for her, just doesn’t cut it.

Defying her parents and the mores of the day, she and her best friend, Emma, along with a chaperon, Katie, go to see Frances Wright, a women’s rights advocate, speak at a rally, and to get there, they have to take a bus! Imagine that. Three women on a bus, unescorted by a man. Scandalous!  Everything seems to be going smoothly, until one of her mother’s busybody friends sees them and then, the fun begins.

Charlotte noticed a young man on the bus, one who appealed to her, and when she sees him again, she latches onto him and tells her mother’s friend that he’s their escort. Luckily for her, the young man is a gentleman and insists on actually fulfilling that role for the event,  but for George and Charlotte, this is just the beginning of what’s indeed and unconventional courtship. The lady knows her mind, and what she wants is George.

Do yourselves a favor and, come June 8th when the book is available, pick up a copy. You won’t regret it. It’s a fun, fast, and highly enjoyable read.  Or better yet, pre-order the e-book now.


Have a great day!

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Mid Week Tease: All For Love

MWTease15Good morning. Well, it’s definitely spring. We have leaves and lilacs, rhubarb and dandelions. Last week the temperature got up to 84 F (29 C) and life was good. Of course, last night the kids played softball and it was only 41 F (9 C), so it felt more like football weather than softball, but it won’t last and and we will see the heat again in about 3 weeks!

Thank you for all the wonderful feedback I received on The White Carnation. It’s helpful to know the scenes I choose say what I hope they do. Today, I’m going to introduce you to a new book. All for Love will be released by Anaiah Press on May 26, but can be pre-ordered now. It’s a romance-suspense novel.

To overcome your fear, you must first face it.

Someone is out to destroy Greg Simmons and everyone he has ever loved. After an accident leaves his teenage daughter depressed and distraught, Greg will do anything to make her happy again, including hiring a bodyguard to protect her.

Olivia Marshall lost both her fiancé and her cousin in a deadly avalanche. She has vowed never to set foot on a ski hill again. But now, working as a bodyguard with Anderson Security, Olivia must face her greatest fears to save Greg and his daughter.

Something about Olivia’s determination strikes a chord in Greg, but will she be the salvation he needs, or will he be her destruction?


This week’s Tease:

ALL-FOR-LOVEKINDLE-NOOK (1)“Things have gotten more complicated than I expected. Sheena came home from the hospital last Friday, and she’s absolutely miserable. She misses her mother and her old life. She’s accusing me of keeping her prisoner. I’ve done my best to reason with her, but she’s in pain, and I can’t reach her. We’re strangers, thanks to her mother, and that doesn’t make any of this any easier on either of us.”
Tim let out a breath and shook his head. “That’s got to be tough.”
Frustrated, Greg ran his free hand through his unbound hair. At his age, most of his friends were going bald, but he had more than enough hair for two men. Maybe it was time to consider getting it cut.
“You have no idea. I’ll be back at Haven for Christmas, but it’ll be a miserable holiday to be sure. The last thing my daughter wants is to spend time with me.”
Tim touched his shoulder, and the compassion in his eyes was almost Greg’s undoing. He swallowed hard. This was the opening he’d been waiting for.
“Now that you have a daughter, Tim, wouldn’t you move Heaven and Earth to make her happy and keep her safe?”
Anxiously, he watched the play of emotions across Tim’s face. Only a year apart in age, neither man had been part of the Robertson family in their early years. As boys, they’d attended the same boarding school and had grown close. Tim, who controlled Robertson Enterprises, the conglomerate of businesses the family owned and ran, had been instrumental in getting his first book published, and Greg owed him for a lot more than the annual stipend all Robertson family members got.
Tim rubbed his chin beard, a tell-tale sign of his concern or confusion—possibly both. Greg needed him to understand his desperation. Tim was his only shot at making this possible. While money wasn’t an obstacle, there wasn’t enough time to try and orchestrate this from scratch.
“I’d do anything for my daughter,” Tim answered slowly. “Jessie means the world to me. I’m sorry Nadia’s dead, but she wasn’t one of my favorite people. She never struck me as overly maternal, which is why I couldn’t understand her refusal to give you more time with your daughter. Seeing Sheena for two weeks a year didn’t allow much of an opportunity for you to build a relationship. It was cruel and self-centered of her.”
“Nadia was what she was. I’ll not speak ill of the dead,” he said, slipping back into his Scottish brogue. “No one can change the past. It’s the living I’ve got to protect.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I need your help. I know I’ve no right to ask you to do this, but I can’t lose my daughter—not now that I have a chance to be the dad I’ve always wanted to be.”
“You’re family, Greg, and family does what it has to do. It took me a while to learn that. Whatever you need, you’ve got. Start at the beginning and tell me everything.”

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