Wednesday, February 21, 2018

SPOTLIGHT w/INTERVIEW - LGBTI ROMANCE - The Refuge Trilogy by Annabelle McInnes

The Refuge Trilogy
by Annabelle McInnes
Publisher: Escape Publishing, Harlequin Australia
Cover Artist: Escape Publishing
Genre: LGBTI Speculative Romance


True Refuge
The Refuge Trilogy, #1
Date of Publication: September 21st 2017

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Book one in an emotional, erotic, dramatic trilogy about a world gone to hell, and the hell we hold inside…

The human race has been all but wiped out, along with our best traits: compassion, empathy, and generosity.

Euan is a survivor. In a dystopian wasteland infused with violence and cruelty, he protects something invaluable. His love for Nick and the solace that comes with the connection keeps him from destruction, and offers him that most elusive and dangerous emotion of all —
hope.

But happiness comes at a price and a hunting trip leaves Nick vulnerable to the evil that still infects the world. When Euan returns, he finds Nick broken and bloody, irrevocably damaged in both body and soul.

Now Euan’s only goal is to find a place for Nick to heal, a safe place, a refuge where they can rest, recover and repair their love. When they risk a raid on an abandoned house, they discover the unthinkable, the rarest treasure of all. A woman.
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Excerpt True Refuge

Euan waited, his body held rigid in a state of hiatus. His muscles burned, quivering involuntarily from remaining immobile for so long. The warm breeze rustled the tussocks that surrounded him, and the seedpods tickled his ears as he crouched among the native grasses. The morning sky above him was a vibrant blue, marred only by sparse clouds that meandered across the unlimited expanse with little concern for the struggle for survival that went on down below. Only his chest moved as he took each slow inhalation of breath, his eyes remaining focused on the net that stretched out in front of him.

There was a movement to his right. A ripple in the stillness. The dry grass stirred and the brittle stalks crackled in the silence. There was a patter, a lull, a dislodged stone on the dry earth, and then all was quiet once again.

He dragged in a breath and forced his broad shoulders to relax. Each fist was clasped around a rusted tin can, their contents long gone, but the casing still served his purpose. His large hands held the round metal objects easily, the alloy cool as it pressed against his calloused skin.
His nose itched but he ignored it. He narrowed his eyes as the sound to his right reoccurred. This time, the rustling was prolonged, the animal gaining confidence in its terrain. Just a few more minutes and then he could pounce.

He cursed when there was a shout and a clattering of plastic. The creature to his right bolted in the opposite direction to the snare, disappearing into its underground shelter. Euan’s hunting partner Lenny had reacted early, scaring the animals off before he was ready to act.

Sabotaging his attempts to gather enough food for them to return to camp.

Again.

He had no choice but to jump up from his prone position and beat the tin cans together. The combined noise created by the empty plastic bottles and Euan’s cans frightened the game they were trying to catch. A number of long-eared hares bounded before him, headed towards the net they’d pulled against the boughs of two oak trees and the pit they’d dug immediately before the mesh to ensure their bait would be caught.

The two men moved forward as one. Lenny was exuberant, his movements excessive and unnecessary. Euan was resigned and his unease grew with every step, until two rabbits were caught, clouds of dust rising like smoke in their wake.

Euan quickly discarded his tins and knelt at the edge of the pit. It was an easy thing to capture the frightened animals by the elongated ears and snap their delicate necks. Two substantial hares were nothing to scorn, and these were especially fat from the lack of human and domesticated animal encroachment. But it could have been more. It should have been more.

Euan rose but said nothing as he watched Lenny approach the pit. He couldn’t help curling his lip at stink of old sweat that clung to filthy, threadbare clothing as he reluctantly handed his prize over to the outstretched hand.

A shudder of uneasiness was beginning to crawl up his spine. That was the third time his effort to capture their prey had been foiled. That didn’t take even into account that the day before Lenny had dragged his heels the entire journey, keeping their pace deliberately leisurely, despite Euan’s attempt to get this provisions trip over and done with as quickly as possible.

This last attempt to undermine his hunting efforts was shining as brightly as a neon sign in an apocalyptic-induced darkness.

Lenny had thwarted him on purpose.

Euan watched with growing trepidation as Lenny tied the rabbits to his backpack with indifference. They were meant to be hunting to feed six people, themselves included. Neither of them had eaten since yesterday. His reluctance made no sense.

“I thought we were waiting for my signal,’ Euan stated, watching with a keen eye for any indication of ulterior motives.

Lenny blinked. ‘You didn’t make it?’

After a weighted pause, Euan murmured ‘No.’

The lean man shrugged, his gaze averted, before he re-shouldered his backpack, the dead rabbits swinging from their colourful twine.

Euan pulled himself up to his full height. It had been three years since the collapse of mankind. Three years of fighting for survival, living off the land, trying to escape the mayhem of what was left of civilisation. Since then, Euan had lived his life attuned to his senses, the prickle on his nape and the lead ball that rolled around in the pit of his stomach.

That lead ball was now dissolving, morphing into mercury that was poisoning his insides. Something was wrong, and he knew that the man in front of him, fiddling with the frayed shoulder strap of his backpack with suddenly shaking fingers, was the cause.




Fractured Refuge
The Refuge Trilogy, #2
Date of Publication: November 12th 2017

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They thought they’d found a refuge, but the battle for survival has only just begun...

Surrounded by the destruction of the human race, Euan, Nick, and Kira find solace in one another, making their underground bunker a haven and a home. Sheltered under layers of steel and cement, they should be safe, but danger isn’t always kept outside — sometimes the enemy is within.

When their electronic warning system detects intruders, Euan and Nick must investigate. Outside, they discover the true terror that is approaching, and Euan must make a terrible decision: stay or go. To stay is to watch the only people he loves perish under the weight of pure evil. To leave is to face his certain death to protect them and potentially save humankind.

Despite all his preparation, skills, and strength, Euan knows that each decision carries the risk that he could destroy them all.

The second book in the Refuge Trilogy.
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Excerpt Fractured Refuge

The room was filled with the pungent scent of fried eggs and coffee. The air was warm. The climate-control system working at full capacity to eradicate the chill from an encroaching winter. Dishes were stacked high, men’s socks were squashed in odd corners and a pair of faded pink slippers lay discarded by an open doorway.

Euan lifted a ceramic mug that was glazed with dandelions in colours of gold, green and blue. He took a sip of the scorching beverage and ran his tongue over the burn to his upper lip. The sting was good; the bitter taste of the brew was better.

His gaze wandered. Steel beige walls were covered in artworks. Landscapes painted with muted oils, portraits formulated in lead. Images that captured the essence of life, the allure of the sky, the wonders of the spirit, the magic of dreams. Most made by his reluctant hand.

A single photograph was centred between the amateur drawings. Its position of significance was no accident. Two children grinned at the camera. Their arms were wrapped around each other’s shoulder. Smiles as bright as the sunshine filtered through their blond hair and glinted off their identical blue eyes. Two beautiful children, unaware of what their future would hold.

Two beautiful children who were full of hope, full of dreams, full of love and life.

Two beautiful children. One brother, one sister.

As adults, the two children would witness the end of the civilised world.

The mahogany chair groaned under Euan’s weight. The hardwood supported his spine as he leant back against the dark timber and stretched his long legs under the coordinating dining table. His bare foot knocked his companion’s. They shared a small smile as their skin touched and a spark of fire raced through their nerve endings. Nick bumped his eyebrows suggestively. Euan’s lips kicked up higher in response.

The food that he had just consumed nourished his body as effectively as the steel hull of the underground bunker protected those he cherished. Surrounded by strength, wrapped in love, the smile remained on his lips. It was kin to the grin that was emulated by those two children. He relished a moment of untainted satisfaction. A glorious bliss that bloomed in his sternum and radiated out through his muscles and into his limbs, his fingers, his toes.

It was beautiful. This was beautiful.

He sighed, content.

Kira’s voice broke the comfortable silence. ‘Is that coffee finished?’

His hand remained aloft. He held his breath in his lungs. His gaze moved from Nick to focus on the petite blonde woman who sat rigidly on the edge of her seat to his left. The hum of the ventilation system became the only sound in the underground room.

Across from him, Nick reached out and grasped the handle of his mug. His features were tight with trepidation. The muscles around his green eyes were firm as he lifted a twin to Euan’s mug from where it rested innocuously in the middle of the mahogany table. His shoulders were tense as he tilted his head to look inside.

His chin lifted and met Kira’s gaze. ‘Yes?’

The amiable atmosphere in the room plummeted. Euan let his breath ease out of his chest. He took a cautious sip.

Kira pursed her lips. A furrow deepened between her blonde brows. Her knee began to bounce with the rhythm of exaggerated irritation. The collar of the pale yellow t-shirt she wore was frayed, stretched, warped. Much like the building tension in the room. Euan bit back a sigh.

Her question was directed at Nick. ‘And you’re just going to leave it there?’

Nick’s nervous swallow was audible. His gaze flickered between a growing adversary and an inanimate object. He touched his tongue to his upper lip, raked his fingers through his hair and stared at the lesser of the two threats. His frustration increased, his irritability brewing beneath the surface. Nick’s predisposition was to please, to entertain, to love. But every man had his kryptonite. Being trapped underground, waiting for death’s scythe to slice his soul from his body would cause even the greatest man to falter. Nick was no deity in that sense.

Neither was Euan. They were simply two men, two men desperate to please a woman deteriorating before their eyes.


Eternal Refuge
The Refuge Trilogy, #3
Date of Publication: January 12th 2018

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They fight for their survival, they fight for their love, and they fight for the human race.

Euan left his home whole, only to return broken, battered, and partially blind. He has endured the torments inflicted upon him by monster and man, but they are nothing compared to the consequences of betraying Nick and Kira. Incapacitated, he has no choice but to concede leadership to the man he considered his enemy, and is powerless as the distance between him and those he loves deepens and grows.

But his recovery time is short lived. The commander of destruction still lurks in the shadows, determined to dominate and control what is left of the human race. The final battle is upon them. They need a champion, a hero for humanity. There is nowhere left to run, and there is only one person who can provide the ultimate catalyst for change: A little, blonde sun-sprite, with crystal blue eyes.

The third book in the Refuge Trilogy.
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Excerpt Eternal Refuge:

Humanity needed a hero. But they would find no saviour in Euan.

The steel was cold beneath his fingers. He squeezed the rung of the ladder and the chill bit into his palms. He tilted his neck to look up. The open portal above him was the gateway to paradise, to fresh air and open space. Kira’s head peeked over the lip of the gaping exit and the impossible living fairy consumed his diminished vision. Her blue eyes glinted with adoration and pride, and her lips quirked when he glared at her for too long.

‘Do you need help?’ she asked.

He huffed and shook his head. It was bitterness that clipped his words. ‘Been in bed for long enough, sweetheart. Done waiting, done healing. If I can piss on my own, I don’t need help to climb a ladder.’

He held in the smirk when she sighed in mock exasperation.

One foot. Two. He pulled himself onto the base of the ladder and hissed through his teeth at the pain. Each foot was bound beneath his socks, so there was little risk of further injury, but the skin remained tender, fragile. The discomfort sliced up from the healing skin, through his calves and into the base of his spine.

He paused, breathed. ‘You say a word, and I will tan that pretty ass.’

‘You’ll have to catch it first,’ she said with a smile in her voice.

He answered her taunt with a low chuckle. ‘You’d like it if I gave it a try.’

Kira’s tone was serious when she replied, ‘I would.’

Four steps and his hands followed. The ache in his shoulder increased as it took on more of his weight. He blinked, and only one eye responded. The bandages were tight around his head and his hearing was muffled. His feet stung as if the stones still tore at his skin, as if the flames still licked at his bones. Rodger and his parasites had taken so much from him. Stripped him of not just the flesh from his body, but also his agility, his dexterity.

‘About to leave this fucking bunker and I can’t hear, can’t see, can’t fucking run—’

‘You’re almost there,’ she interjected to distract him.

It worked, as it always did. She was a witch that wove a spell of enchantment, a netting that drew him to her call. It had been her words that had brought him from the temptation of death to the disaster that was his corporal self. But if she was in the realm of the living, Euan would be too.

He moved to place his palm against another cold rung. Kira’s assessment from above was like a balm to his flaming skin. She filtered the shroud of despondency that clouded his thoughts. Under her gaze he would fucking succeed.

But his depth perception was shot and he missed his target. For a moment he wavered, his balance precarious. Mortifying images of his broken body sprawled out on the carpet below while Kira looked on propelled him to alter the direction of his fingers. At the last moment, he caught the support bar.

‘Fuck.’

‘You’re doing great,’ she said before the barbs of his self-flagellating thoughts could catch into his confidence and take hold.

But it was too late. His self-hatred had embedded its talons deep. His pride had done this. His pride and his ego. If only he had waited, if only he hadn’t been so selfish. If he had listened to his heart and not his head, he wouldn’t have risked their lives. They wouldn’t have lost Ben …
Kira’s hand was in his vision. In front of his single working eye was the hand of a woman that was his heart, his humanity. Her long fingers were relaxed, pointed his way. The offering so sincere and innocent that the grunt that caught in his throat had nothing to do with the ram-rods of pain that shot through his nervous system. She had worked so hard to get him here, to keep him breathing, see him healed, on his feet, and strong enough to climb this fucking ladder without aid.

His gut was a pit of aggressive vipers. His breath erratic. His heart nothing but thunder and lightning. That damn throb in his shoulder.

‘You can do it,’ she whispered.

He took a deep breath and held it. Calmed himself. He nuzzled her palm instead of taking the offered assistance. When he brushed his lips against her skin, she let out a sigh.

‘I’m good, sweetheart,’ he told her, because he was. He may be less of the man he was when he had left them in his search for retribution, but he could, would, scale the ladder to the surface.


Author Info
From the age of sixteen, Annabelle lived in a youth refuge while she remained committed to her education. She spent two years within a section of humanity that society overlooks.

Her experiences are the foundations that drive her stories and her characters. They fight for their freedoms, have courage in the face of adversity and will ultimately, always aspire for greatness.

Annabelle is privileged to spend her time writing with a backdrop of Canberra’s iconic landmarks and admiring its distinct and captivating change of seasons. Outside of her love for reading, she spends every free moment with her husband, son and her poodle named Serendipity. She drinks her whisky neat and is known to scour the local markets in an attempt to find the best blue cheese available.

Follow Annabelle on Instagram @annabellemcinnes, Facebook @authorannabellemcinnes and twitter @akmcinnes. Sign up to her newsletter at www.annabellemcinnes.com and be a part of the journey.
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Interview with Annabelle McInnes
 How would you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Gritty, dark, detailed and challenging. The Refuge Trilogy shines a light on the darkest parts of our nature. It explores what would happen if society and its governments crumble, taking along with it our altruism and benevolence. In my stories, I like to dissect societal norms, place my characters in extreme situations where they fight for their lives, the people they love, and their very humanity. My books will take you on a hard journey, but I promise, there is a HEA at the end!

What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
Every day is different. I work from home but I also have a toddler. As long as I have a cup of tea beside me, my earphones in where I play the same twenty six 80s rock ballads on repeat, and a quiet house, I’m good to go.

Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
What a great question! I don’t heavily plot my books, and even if I did, I always believe that characters develop as normal (and real!) people would. Each significant life experience changes them, alters their personality, influences the way they might approached the next situation. I don’t people watch so much as I have an interest in human psychology. My characters grow and change as I take them through each trial. They guide me in their journey, it’s not the other way around.

Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
I love my main protagonist, Euan McKay. Still waters run deep with that man. Throughout the Refuge Trilogy, he surprised me with his strength, his infinite capacity to love, his ability to be vulnerable, as well as grow through each hardship I dragged him through. Euan is compassionate and kind, he is alpha and demanding, he is bossy and a bit of a chauvinist, but he has such a bright soul and such a caring nature. If only he were real! 

Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
I have another Speculative-Fiction Romance in the pipeline. Is a post apocalyptic series based around a matriarchal society. At this stage, it will be called Women of the Dust. I want to explore the impacts of a society of women who struggle against old social constructs and values in a world where they are no longer valid. I want to write these women’s stories. The ideas have been drawn from the strength of the Amazon Warriors of Themyscira in Wonder Woman, the Valkyrie, specifically Lagertha, in the television series Vikings, and the barren and violent world of Mad Max, Furry Road.

Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
Another great question. Writing, for me, is something that I cannot control. It’s a need that comes straight from my soul. I have write, and if I don’t write every day I become anxious. Writing is intrinsic to my happiness. I strive to achieve happiness not just for my family, but for myself. I think self-love and self-care are the two most important parts to realise true happiness. I want to be my best self, live my best life, and I work hard towards those goals so I can focus on my writing.

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SPOTLIGHT w/INTERVIEW - Custodian (Elemental Paladins, #5) by Montana Ash

Custodian
Elemental Paladins, #5
by Montana Ash
Date of Publication: January 20th 2017
Publisher: Paladin Publishing
Cover Artist: LKO Designs
Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Tagline: Ancient knights … with a modern twist!
 
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Max has finally found everything she never dared dream of; family, friends, and love with a man who does terrifying things to her independence. She has more to lose than ever before. With lines being drawn in the sand and sides being chosen, the future from her nightmares seems set in motion. Max is terrified – feeling the weight of her Order’s lives on her shoulders. But she’s also resolute, because she’s calling do-over on their entire society!

Ryker had been a miserable bastard for years before Max stumbled into his life and turned his whole world upside down. Months ago, she arrived and offered him everything he swore he would never want or need. Now there was no question; he was blissfully whipped. But who would have thought that winning Max’s heart wasn’t the real fight?

With the rot at the centre of their society uncovered and the hidden threat identified, Max and Ryker must unite all – wardens, paladins, rangers, and chades – if they are to defeat their common enemy.

But hey, with a Goddess on their side, how hard can it be?   
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Excerpt:
"We totally crushed that. High five," Max wheezed out, holding her hand up.
Despite his exhausted and satiated state, Ryker laughed, raising his hand high enough to give her a companionable slap before grinning at her.
"What?" Max asked.
Ryker shook his head, "Nothing. It’s just you. You are so awesome."
Max snorted, stretching languidly and causing his idiotic body to stir once more, "I could have told you that.”
"I know you could. But it loses a little something when you say it yourself," he informed her.
Max rolled her head to look at him once more, "I've never found that to be true.”
Her words caused him to snort out another laugh, "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
The shock of seeing so many bodies had reality returning swiftly and the ramifications of what she was about to do had bile rushing to her throat. “This can’t be why I was made,” Max whispered, turquoise eyes desolate as she watched the writhing mass of evil bodies in the distance. She didn’t see Ryker move but he was suddenly in front of her, cupping her face in his large hands. His russet eyes held hers captive as he spoke;
“It’s not. You were made for me.”
His lips brushed hers, once, twice, and a third time. The kiss was soft and sweet as if they had all the time in the world. Max was still a little out of breath when he pulled back, despite the leisurely pace. She stood up on her toes so she could wrap her arms around Ryker’s neck, smiling and shaking her head; “How does the man who called me a liar and told me I looked like shit, always know the exact right thing to say now?” she asked, absently playing with the hair on his nape.
Ryker grinned, “I’m complicated.”
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Montana is an Aussie, self-confessed book junkie. Although she loves reading absolutely everything, her not-so-guilty pleasure is paranormal romance. Alpha men – just a little bit damaged – and feisty women – strong yet vulnerable – are a favourite combination of hers. Throw in some steamy sex scenes, a touch of humour, and a little violence and she is in heaven! She is a scientist by day, a writer by night, and a reader always!
 
The Book Junkie Reads . . .  Interview with Montana Ash . . .

What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year? I have about four or five books I would like to write and publish this year. My biggest goal is to stick to my deadlines and not get distracted by cat videos on the internet.

Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you? I’m lucky to say that it flows fairly naturally – although I still have to work at it of course! But I have done a lot of formal writing in the past and have a very active imagination. These combine to make writing a natural experience for me.

Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story? Yes! Absolutely! Too many of them, in fact. To name a few; Brax from Reluctant King, Saxon from Untitled, Libby from Libby’s Witches …

If you could spend one-week with 5 fictional character, who would they be? Yikes! How to choose? Ryker from my books, Caleb from TJ Spade’s books, John Matthew from JR Ward’s books, Roarke from JD Robb’s books, and Maddox from Gena Showalter’s books.

Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with this time? I would travel all over. I would take my laptop, pen, and paper and spend a few weeks in one place before moving on. From tropical Hawaii to frozen Alaska.

Can you share you next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details? I have a big list of books to write this year! The next in the Elemental Paladins series – book 6 – will be later in the year. I am currently working on a few new projects, including Reluctant King. A book filled with demons who have guardian angels ;) As well as a co-authored young adult book, scheduled for mid-year. I am also involved in an anthology and will be writing the second book in The Familiars series – which is reverse harem. Lots of projects!

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

BLITZ - Baby Maker by P. Dangelico

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by P. Dangelico
Publication Date: February 20th 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Stella Donovan’s biological clock is a ticking time bomb.

The successful financial manager has spent her adult life building a career and neglecting her personal life. Problem is, she doesn’t believe in marriage. Not after watching her mother be treated like garbage by her father. Nope, marriage is not for her. All she wants is a baby. All she needs is a man to agree to her terms.

Dane Wylder, recently retired NFL tight end and future Hall of Famer, wants a baby.

Naturally, marriage is off the table. He’s not the marrying type. Women are great––as long as they’re trying to get into his bed and not his heart. But after years of living only for himself, he’s ready to be a father.

Sparks fly when a successful financial manager and a legendary football player enter into a legal agreement to have a kid together. They planned on everything––they just didn’t plan on each other.

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P. Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.

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BLITZ - Fresh Catch by Kate Canterbary


His walls might be tall,
but I wasn't afraid of the climb.

 Fresh Catch
by Kate Canterbary

Release Date: February 20th 2018
Cover Design: Anna Crosswell, Cover Couture


Take a vacation, they said. Get away from Silicon Valley's back-stabbing and power-grabbing. Recharge the innovative batteries. Unwind, then come back stronger than ever.

Instead, I got lost at sea and fell in love with an anti-social lobsterman.

There's one small issue:

Owen Bartlett doesn't know who I am. Who I really am. 

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I don't like people.

I avoid small talk and socializing, and I kick my companions out of bed before the sun rises.

No strings, no promises, no problems. 

Until Cole McClish's boat drifts into Talbott's Cove, and I bend all my rules for the sexy sailor.

I don't know Cole's story or what he's running from, but one thing is certain:

I'm not letting him run away from me. 
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Kate Canterbary doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people—be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane—ever since.

Kate lives on the water in New England with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her days around the region’s best food trucks.

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