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Monday, June 26, 2017

Harper's Place by Sheryl Winters

GENRE: Romance

Harper Grey is fed up with over-bearing men. Her father wants to sell the family hamburger joint to her brother because a woman could never make it successful.

Harper knows she has the same flair for business as her mother, and sexy Navy SEAL Patrick O’Brien dares her to prove it to the world.

When duty calls and Patrick must leave her side, will Harper be strong enough to make her dream a reality?


"I'm scared." I'm standing outside of my favorite coffee shop, waiting for the barista to call out my coffee order. My cell phone glued to my ear.

“He should be there any minute right?” Patrick’s warm voice sounds in my ear. He left earlier than either of us wanted last night. With a morning meeting with an old Navy buddy, he had no choice. Is it right to miss someone you’re barely dating?

“Yeah. What if he says no?”

“Then you start looking for a business loan, you do something, anything else,” Patrick replies firmly. “You’ve put in too much prep work just to give it up.”

“You think I can do this.” I hate the way the quiver in my voice makes me feel weak as if I were thirteen again and the tree scraping against my bedroom window is scaring me.

“Harper, you’re the smartest girl I know. You can do anything. You just have to believe. Are you going to be okay? I can head over.”

“You told me last night that you haven’t seen Terry in over five years. You stay there and meet your friend’s train.”

“You’ll be just fine. You know that, don’t you?” The confidence in his voice steadies me.

“One large skinny mocha and a small oregon chai,” the barista shouts.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll call you back later.” Clicking on my cell, I drop it into my pocket. I accept both coffees and head for one of the small tables outside.

“Hey, just in time.” Tony drops onto the empty seat. The mid-morning sun shines on his thinning, dark hair.

Thank God, I take after Mom. If all goes well, I’ll have a full head of hair when I’m sixty. I slide over his skinny mocha.

“Thanks for ordering. I hate to wait. I used to drink Breve’s, full of half and a half and whipped cream, but the Doc yelled at me. Now it’s diet yuck.” He takes a sip of his coffee and shudders. “Dad says you’re dating Patrick O'Brien. That’s an impressive choice…for you.”

“I am dating Patrick that much is true.” I can do this. Tony’s a jerk, but I need the business loan.

“So what is this all about? Please tell me it’s not about that damned restaurant again.”

“I offered to buy Just Burgers from Dad.”

“Dear God why!?”

If I wasn’t so angry, I’d laugh at the look of shock on Tony’s face. “Because I can make something of it, Tony. Don’t do what Dad does, just hear me out. I’ve spent a lot of time researching it.”

“Just Burgers has both feet in the grave, Harper. That restaurant is in a bad neighborhood. Hell, even the clientele has completely given up on it. It would take a miracle to pull it out.” Tony rubs his forehead. “Only an idiot would buy it.” He holds up his left hand with an imperious gesture.

“So you don’t want to hear what I have to say? How can I change this restaurant around? You won’t even go with me to talk to Dad?” I drop my purse onto the table. The folder I so carefully prepared falls out and onto the floor.

“I don’t care about your research. Harper, you’re just like Mom. You want to do something so badly, it doesn’t matter if it’s a good idea or not.” Tony chugs his drink. “Be serious for once. Let this go. I’ve spent the last six months convincing Dad not to sell it to you. Now it’s your turn to run. Take your business degree and go settle down with that Navy guy, raise a couple of kids like mom did.”

My eyes dart from Tony to the Barista calling out more coffee names. Before I know it I’m out of my chair and moving backward. “Sorry,” I mutter to the occupant of the chair behind me, more out of reflex than for any other reason. Everything is so clear now. Tony spent the last year sabotaging me, and I never saw it coming. They’ll let Just Burgers die. I always suspected that Dad held Mom back. Since her death, Just Burgers seemed to go further and further downhill. How far could it have gone if they had supported her? Picking up my coffee I take another swig, tears of anger forming behind my eyes.

“You’re just like Dad. You both know everything, except you’re both so wrong.” My words rise considerably; heads swivel in our direction. “I’m glad I’m like Mom. She had her head on straight. Do you want to know something else? Neither you nor Dad came to my graduation because you couldn’t. You’re both chauvinists. It will never occur to either of you that you could have helped me, but no, you know all.” I air quote. “At least, I’m not afraid of failing. You took the boring route, Tony. Anyone can be an investment counselor. I’m going to do something with my life. And if I don’t, it won’t be because I didn’t try.”

“Now, Harper, stop being stupid. Just think about what I did for you. I saved your life. So go live it. Go get a receptionist job somewhere. Get a job that doesn’t taint your skin with the scent of burnt meat on a daily basis.” Tony shudders.

Stunned, all I can do is stare at him.

“Order up for Lisa, sugar-free caramel latte.”

“I’ll get it myself.” A woman a few seats away snaps at her date.

As if her words were a catalyst, my dream of red walls and Friesen horses appears as vivid as if I had just painted it. I don’t need Just Burgers. I can start my own restaurant! The anger I felt for Tony disappears. I can stand here and argue with him, but that’s what Tony wants. He wants to be the star of his one-sided play. Life as an investment counselor must really be boring if this is what he does for attention. Resolve builds inside me until my body feels as if it’s an oak tree, oozing with strength. I don’t need him; I never needed him. Tony wants me to fail. The only way to prove him wrong is to do this myself!

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
I never set out to be an author. Only a storyteller. Some days I succeed better than others.

Website: http://sherylwinters.weebly.com/
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Saturday, June 24, 2017

A Sneak Peek at The Sentinels

...excerpt not edited or finalized!

I heard the distant sound of thunder, or so I thought until it grew closer and I realized that it was the rumble of motorcycles coming our way. I expected them to ride on past us, but when they slowed and pulled up behind Pops’ truck I straightened nervously. They weren’t just weekend bikers, I could tell that immediately by the way they were dressed, and the air of danger they exuded. The six men belonged to an honest to goodness motorcycle club and their worn, leather cuts were decked out in colorful patches and name tags.

They looked serious and mean as hell. I had to add big and handsome to the description as I watched them climb off their large bikes and slowly approach us. I glanced at Pops, looking for a sign that he knew these bikers. Otherwise I was going back to my car to retrieve my baseball bat out of the back seat. He just smiled and gave me a wink.

What was I worried about anyway? We were on a busy public highway. I took a deep breath, smiled and said in my usual cheery tone, “Hi boys.”

I couldn’t tell what they were looking at, since they were all wearing dark sunglasses. The man who appeared to be the leader, the hunk wearing the president’s patch, came to a stop a couple of feet away from us. I began to feel self-conscious of my clinging wet clothes, especially when I could feel my nipples turn hard against my thin tee. I crossed my arms but the quirk of his lips told me that I hadn’t been fast enough.


“You picking up strays now, Pops?”

Ohmygod! The deep, gravelly tone of his voice was sexy as hell and did something quirky to my core. The man wasn’t too bad on the eyes either. He was taller than most, his sun tanned skin pulled taut over his super hot muscles. He oozed dominance and the clunky silver rings on his fingers said they were his backup.

“Bout damn time you got here,” Pops grumbled, pushing away from his truck. “And be nice to cutie, here, she stopped to help and fed me, too.”


Now I knew his eyes were full on me, and I could tell by the tilt of his head that he was looking me up and down. As if he had the right. I didn’t like his intimidation tactics, even if his presence was having an unexpected affect on my girlie parts. Something I’m sure he was used to. The devil in me promoted me to lower my arms and slap my hands on my curvy hips in a move that I knew was challenging. A big mistake I realized when his sexy mouth turned up at both corners.

“Looks like a drowned rat to me.” The bikers behind him laughed.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I responded, meeting what I thought was his eyes. I turned my attention back to Pops, putting my hand on his thin shoulder. “Now that your boy is here I’ll be on my way. It was nice meeting you.” I glanced back at the group of bikers. “Goodbye, boys.” I gave them a wave, eager to be on my way.

“Baby,” The sound of his growly voice stopped me in my tracks and I looked back at him. “You call me a boy again and I’ll be only too happy to show you the difference.”

Friday, June 23, 2017

Friday Freebie

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Maggie and Matt are running for different reasons.

He's a sexy small-town sheriff, she's a pretty lady trouble seems to follow. What can go wrong in the small Maine town they call home? Oh yeah, Maggie's abusive ex-husband escapes from prison and is stalking her!                                                   

“What’s so funny?” he demanded to know. A quick look revealed Dammit was still smiling up at them.

“A two-hundred-pound man being held at bay by a little pooch, that’s funny.”

“These are new boots,” Matt pointed out, crossing his arms menacingly. “Is this the thanks I get for repairing your washing machine?”

“Are you trying to intimidate me…Sheriff? Maggie put her hands on her hips in response to him crossing his arms. She was aware the action caused her breasts to swell gently over the low top of her dress. “I’d be careful if I were you.” Her eyes dropped down to Dammit and back up again. “I think I’m the one with the upper hand for a change. Why, I bet I could get you to do just about anything I wanted right now.”

Matt growled threateningly but the light in his eyes told a different story. He was enjoying their playful banter as much as Maggie was. “You can try, baby, but don’t blame me if things get out of hand.”

Maggie’s heart did a flip-flop at the way he’d said baby. Her eyes locked onto his, the look in his gaze heating her blood. “And what might those things be?” Maggie inquired softly, her gaze dropping to his naked chest. She reached up to run her finger over him lightly. “I think I can handle anything that might get out of hand,” she teased, then threatened when he made a slight move, “You better not move a muscle, Sheriff, or you’re boots are history.”

“That sounds like a threat. I think I’m at an unfair disadvantage here.” His body was beginning to show signs of responding to her closeness. “You’re enjoying this,” he ground out. “I’m eager to see how far you’re willing to go.”

“Even if it means bringing you to your knees?” She brought her face closer to his chest and under his watchful scrutiny kissed him lightly. His skin smelled warm and musky, and faintly of the soap she’d used on him earlier. Determined to keep it light, she gently ran her open mouth back and forth over his flesh, losing a little bit of control when her lips brushed against his warm flesh. Her heart jumped, butterflies settling low in her belly.

Maggie heard his gasp and glanced up, his eyes were glazed with desire. She was trembling inside as the situation began to spiral out of control at a rate she couldn’t keep up with. She liked touching Matt, kissing him. She liked the feel of his muscles quivering under the touch of her hands. And by the dark look on his flushed face, he liked it too.

“Ever been brought to your knees before, Sheriff?” she murmured in a seductively low tone. The desire in his darkening eyes promised Maggie both heaven and hell. And she wanted both.

She had no doubt she could bring him to his knees in a heartbeat.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Savaged Dreams by Jennifer Lyon

Book Blurb
Going away to college gives LIZA GLASNER a chance to escape her painful and dangerous past…or so she thinks. At fourteen years old, she survived an attack by a famous musician. After that, the media, groupies and crazies hounded her with a merciless cruelty that ruined her life. But now she’s thriving—until an internship brings her face to face with the sizzling hot lead singer of a rock band, and she finds herself drawn to the very thing that once destroyed her. Justice is a temptation she can’t resist…and one that could get her killed.

Sexy rock star JUSTICE CADE is determined to take his band, Savaged Illusions, to the top by winning the Court of Rock T.V. show. Tortured by guilt for failing his family, he believes fame is his only path to redemption. But when the fiery college-intern hiding her beauty beneath baggy sweaters and a snarky attitude bursts into his life, Justice is forced to choose between the woman he loves and the stardom he craves. The wrong choice will cost him more than he can bear.

**This is book one in a trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger. However the next two books are being released in July and September so readers won’t be stranded on the cliff for long!

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“I might be a little, tiny bit afraid of this, of how you make me feel.”

“And how’s that?”

“Out of control. Needy.” She licked her lips. “I want to keep kissing you and not think anymore.”

He dragged his thumb along the curve of her neck. “Good.” Leaning down, he pressed his mouth to hers. “When you want it bad enough that it hurts, when you can’t bear not having me inside you, then you’ll be ready.” Pulling back, he released her. “But that’s not tonight. Unfortunately.”


About the Author


Jennifer Lyon is the pseudonym for USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Apodaca. Jen lives in Southern California where she continually plots ways to convince her husband that they should get a dog. After all, they met at the dog pound, fell in love, married and had three wonderful sons. So far, however, she has failed in her doggy endeavor. She consoles herself by pouring her passion into writing books. To date, Jen has published more than fifteen books and novellas, including a fun and sexy mystery series and a variety of contemporary romances under the name Jennifer Apodaca. As Jennifer Lyon she created a dark, sizzling paranormal series, and The Plus One Chronicles, an emotionally sensual adult contemporary series. Jen’s won numerous awards and had her books translated into multiple languages, but she still hasn’t come up with a way to persuade her husband that they need a dog.

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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Cover Reveal!

release date: 8/1

As the president of the Sentinels Tanner has his hands full. It's Daytona Beach Bike Week and Daytona is his town. Then trouble by the name of Ruby rolls in, pretty, sassy, and with enough curves to tempt a saint. Well, Tanner isn’t a saint, and she’s his kind of gal, except his onetime only rule isn't for girls like Ruby. But then, aren't rules meant to be broken? 

Monday, June 19, 2017

One Night Only X-rated Excerpt

The beginning of chapter 3.

My hands were shaking with excitement as I began to lower his jeans over his lean hips and the enticing swell of his taut buttocks. I dropped to my knees, which put my face directly in front of his throbbing cock. Joe stepped out of his shoes and kicked them away when I reached his ankles, and did the same thing with his jeans. I inhaled deeply, taking in the arousing scent of his sex, wondering why I was fighting the urge to bury my face against him. I listened to Joe’s heavy breathing for a few seconds before doing what we both wanted. Placing my hands upon his muscular thighs I leaned forward, slowly swallowing his huge, hot cock.

He groaned and I felt his thighs quiver before he braced himself. My taste buds exploded with delight when I ran my tongue over the ridges and swollen veins lining his shaft. His hands fell to my head, and as if he couldn’t help it, he began to move his hips. “Aaaaaaaaaaagh!” He groaned long and deep. “This feels so fucking good, baby.” His fingers threaded through my hair. “But I want you to feel good, too.”

He pumped his cock into my mouth several times, so I was surprised when he pulled me to my feet. With his hands still clenched in my hair Joe jerked me against him and ground his mouth down on mine. It was the match that started the firestorm, and I knew there was no going back. Our control had reached its limits. Somehow, we managed to rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes while covering the flesh we exposed with passionate caresses, kisses, and love bites. My hands discovered the sculptured, smooth like granite of his magnificent form. Joe was in tip-top condition.

All at once, he fell back upon the bed, taking me with him. I landed on top and we kissed for several seconds before I felt his hands at my waist. With little effort, Joe lifted me and swung me around. The new position left no doubts as to what we were about to do. As I lowered my mouth once more onto his cock, I felt his tongue against my clit. I arched farther into his mouth with unrestrained reaction, moaning loudly.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

New Trilogy Planned!

The Outlaw Nomad Trilogy is my next big project. Ruthless, book 1 will be out by the end of this year. Book 2, Dangerous and Book 3 Furious will be out sometime in 2018. There will be no cliffhangers and each will be a standalone novel.