Wendy: Author and journalist Barbara Fischkin’s debut novel Exclusive Reporters in Love…and War is the charming and fictionalized tale of Barbara Fischkin and Jim Mulvaney (Barbara’s real life husband) meeting, sparing, falling in love, falling out of love, all the while chasing down leads, fighting to get out of Long Island, and stepping lightly through the minefield of international politics.
The Bandit and the Gentleman
Both were wounded in the same train robbery in frontier Colorado and left on Abigail McKenzie’s doorstep to nurse back to life.
Gentle, loving David, promising her a happiness she’d lost hope of finding, was all a lady could wish for.
Jesse stood for everything she hated: he was rude, violent, roughly handsome and disturbingly sensual.
But it was Jesse’s mocking mouth that troubled her dreams, Jesse who made her feel a hundred things a lady should never know, Jesse who challenged her every waking hour. She fought him with all the stiff propriety her stubborn will commanded…but in her burned the aching embers of love too long denied–love that would force her to a choice no woman should ever have to make…
HelenKay: Naked Truth is a non-stop, fast-paced romantic adventure. From the first page, Fetzer grabs the reader and drags her into the life of Alexa Galvin, an undercover CIA agent on the run and on her own. If you like your romance quirky or light or funny, this probably isn’t the book for you. If, instead, you look for romance mixed with suspense and delivered at a speed that leaves you breathless, this is your answer.
Stephanie Grant’s first step onto the secret third floor of Chez Sophia frightens her…and strengthens her resolve. Here in New Orleans, in this luxurious world of beautiful women, wealthy men, and heady champagne, she’s about to begin a perilous charade to find her missing sister. But her most reckless-and thrilling-journey will be surrendering to the spell of one man’s desire.
Her guide will be Jake Broussard, the bartender and ex-cop who immediately sees through her act and becomes her ally. As his eyes and soft Cajun accent send her senses reeling, she’ll find herself experiencing pleasure for the very first time in her life…and losing control. Her defenses are about to slip away with her satin gown and her lacy lingerie, baring her body and soul.
Roman Draganesti is charming, handsome, rich … he’s also a vampire. But this vampire just lost one of his fangs sinking his teeth into something he shouldn’t have. Now he has one night to find a dentist before his natural healing abilities close the wound, leaving him a lop-sided eater for all eternity.
Things aren’t going well for Shanna Whelan, either. After witnessing a gruesome murder, she’s next on the mob’s hit list. And her career as a dentist appears to be on a downward spiral because she’s afraid of blood. When Roman rescues her from an assassination attempt, she wonders if she’s found the one man who can keep her alive. Though the attraction between them is immediate and hot, can Shanna conquer her fear of blood to fix Roman’s fang? And if she does, what will prevent Roman from using his fangs on her … ?
Samantha Brady’s to-do list is simple . . .
Sell her novel, have a baby and find the man of her dreams — though not necessarily in that order. Trouble is, she has writer’s block, hasn’t had a date in months and lives platonically with her best friend, Jack Turner, the only man who has ever met her Prince Charming criteria.
She and Jack have always avoided romantic entanglements of any kind, especially with each other. No strings. No fuss. No heartaches. Until one night of too much wine and too few inhibitions takes their friendship to a whole new level.
Sam’s to-do list and her life — are turned completely upside down. She’s realized she wouldn’t mind a "string" or two — but is she too late to keep her perfect guy from walking out the door?
When a mystery writer cries bloody murder, everyone blames her overactive imagination . . .
Thriller scribe Sophie Katz is as hard-boiled as a woman who drinks Grande Caramel Brownie Frappuccinos can be — maybe it’s from a lifetime of fielding dumb comments about her half-black, half-Jewish ethnicity. ("My sister married a Polynesian! I just love your culture!") So Sophie knows it’s not paranoia, or post-divorce, living-alone-again jitters, when she becomes convinced that a crazed reader is sneaking into her apartment to reenact scenes from her books. The police, however, can’t tell a good plot from an unmarked grave.
When a filmmaker friend is brutally murdered in the manner of a death scene in one of his movies, Sophie becomes convinced that a copycat killer is on the loose — and that she’s the next target. If she doesn’t solve the mystery, her own bestseller will spell out her doom. Cursing her imagination (why, oh, why did she have to pick the axe?), Sophie engages in some real-life gumshoe tactics. The man who swoops in to save her in dark alleys at night is mysterious new love interest Anatoly Darinsky. Of course, if this were fiction, Anatoly would be her prime suspect . . .