Meet Casey, sexy and brainy archeologist
Tuesday, June 20th, 2017

Winning Casey by January Bain

Book one in the Brass Ring Sorority Series

Think archeology is just dead bones? Think again.

Headstrong archeologist Casey spends her life exploring the world for hidden treasure and ancient artifacts. A free spirit, her dedication to her calling means she’s often in conflict with the more narrow-minded higher-ups at the university where she’s employed as an associate professor. Timetables, rules, protocols—they all go out of the window when Casey’s on the hunt.

The inscrutable Professor Truman Harrison falls for Casey at first sight, literally, tumbling into a pit at her feet on first meeting. Now, if he as Casey’s new, detested department head cawinningcasey_9781786862143_800_2n just talk her into helping him search for the legendary treasure buried in the Money Pit of Oak Island, Nova Scotia, maybe he can also get her to fall into his bed. But first he needs to prove to her he’s not just another tunnel-visioned, box-ticking management ‘suit’.

But the romance of this scorching-hot couple proves to have all the twists, turns, false starts and trick corners of a multicursal labyrinth. Luckily, both Casey and Truman have no small skill and a little bit of practice in navigating those…

Part madcap caper, part serious treasure hunting, the Brass Ringers never fail to entertain or get their way!

Excerpt:

“Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting

So much as just finding the gold.”

Robert Service

 

Casey glared at the stuffed moose head and it stared right back at her, its one broken antler leering.

“What are you looking at? You think this is easy? Who piles this many friggin’ rocks over their treasure, anyway? Yeah, yeah, I know—someone trying to hide it.”

She took a deep breath, adjusted her white and blue striped canvas work gloves and inserted the heavy red-tipped crowbar under the final stone slab. Air hissed out of her mouth and nose as she exerted her back and thigh muscles to the task, straining to pry it loose.

“Ach-choo!”

She sniffed loudly, her nose dripping. The damn soot-covered rocks had been in use as a fire pit. Give it to Hefty, though—clever ruse.

Ignoring the black soot, she leaned against the huge pile of stones and wiped her nose on her hoodie sleeve before shining her flashlight onto Hefty McGee’s journal. She thumbed through the tattered pages, still confident that the university wouldn’t miss the dusty old thing for one weekend.

“Hmm, says here Hefty won a moose head from a saloon keeper in a card game right here in Dawson City. Furthermore, that you lost that antler in the ensuring fistfight when it turned out that the gambler was a poor loser. Know anything about that?”

She tucked the journal back into her hoodie then reinserted the crowbar.

“Okay, here goes!” She attacked the slab with all her might. A loud squeal of protest as rock ground against rock. Ah, it moved. Just another few inches. Grunting, she pushed harder until the heavy cover slid off enough that she could shine her flashlight inside the hole pickaxed into the cave floor.

The sight of a large rotted pile of leather securely wrapped and tied with a cord quickened her breath. On top, weighing the package down, was a small smooth rock, and underneath it a torn piece of brown butcher paper. She pulled it out and shone the light on it.

She read the faded handwritten words aloud, figuring the moose had a right to know, as well. “‘Abandon hope all ye who steals Soapy’s Gold. It be cursed. Gave me the pox. Hefty McGee.’” Casey chuckled, despite the discomfort of the past few hours of digging in the tight, damp quarters, and gave the moose head a glance. “Just proves, old man, I’m in the right place!”

She thrust her arm inside the large hole in the cave floor and tugged on the heavy parcel. Damn, not enough room to lift it out. The blasted stone needed to be moved farther over. She glanced back at the doorway of the cave. Only a short while and the spring waters of the rising Yukon River would flood the low-lying cave.

“Be nice if you could lend a hand, buster.” She directed her comments at the moose head. It was beginning to creep her out, staring down at her with glassy, lifeless eyes. Okay, so perhaps coming alone had not been so smart, but she needed to know if all her research was going to pay off. And, just maybe, it was about to. Big-time.

The pry bar slipped as the rock jerked under the extreme pressure. It swung in an upward arc toward the moose head, pitching her forward as it did so. It also hit the beast a solid blow on its huge bulbous nose, knocking it loose from its perch on the rock wall and right down onto her head.

The last thought as pain drilled into her brain was that the old miner who had gone to the trouble to hide his stolen gold in the wilds of Northern Canada might have gotten it right. The curse was effective—if one was a klutz.

Casey woke with a start, shivering uncontrollably. Her head pounded from a possible concussion and her clothes were soaking wet. She blinked hard, gingerly touching the top of her skull, and felt a lump as large as a goose egg under her platinum braid of hair. Damn. If she had a mirror she could tell her if her eyes were dilated. But at least there was no blood. She rummaged in her pocket for her cell phone and checked the time. Double damn. She’d been out for more than an hour!

As her vision cleared, she focused on the cave’s entrance. Waves slapping around the opening made her heart race. Swallowing hard against the shock and the pain, she struggled to pull herself to a sitting position. Her brain swam with the effort and she punched the downed moose right in its over-sized moth-eaten nose.

“It’s all your fault! If you weren’t already dead…” Casey threatened. She managed to get to her feet by holding on to the clammy moss-covered stone wall. Trickles of moisture created darkened trails down the ancient walls, dampening her palms.

A flash of something sliding by the doorway drew her attention. Her boat! Left tied to a tree on shore, with the rising waters it’d somehow managed to work itself free. Headache forgotten, she splashed through the frigid water, lunging to snatch hold of it before it drifted away in the current. Swaying dizzily, she managed to tug it inside the cave’s broad mouth. Thank goodness the cave floor sloped down toward the river, otherwise her transport might have floated away while she was knocked out.

She held hard to the canoe’s frayed rope, maneuvering the sixteen-foot boat closer to the treasure. Once she tied it securely to an outcropping of rock, she hauled the offending moose head off to the side, grateful the one good antler hadn’t pierced her skull. She relaunched her efforts to retrieve the booty. Thank God her flashlight was still intact and working.

“No fucking way I’m leaving here without my gold!” she muttered. “God damn it—move, won’t you!” she exclaimed in frustration, pushing as hard as she could manage. It was now or never. At least the weight training was paying off. She put everything behind the effort, every muscle in her body struggling and screaming at her to give it up already.

With an ominous creak like a banshee screaming in the wind, she inched the stone lid off bit by bit, the pit reluctant to give up its treasure. Finally, against the clock, Casey jolted the stone lid far enough off to allow her full access to what lay beneath. With a tug at the rotted string that bound the package, she thrust it out of the way and pushed her hand inside to pull apart the decayed leather.

She froze and took a deep breath, heart hammering. Was this the moment? Would all her intensive research now pay off? Or was it an elaborate hoax set up by an ornery old conman with a wicked sense of humor?

She touched it reverently, a laying-on-of-hands. Took a deep breath.

This was it. The moment of truth.

And yet, she hesitated, her hands trembling. So much rode on this. Finding the treasure would fund another adventure, her life’s blood. Give her the freedom she needed. Craved.

Open it already!

Okay. Stop shouting at me.

The war within quieted as she slowly peeled back the edges of the musty old covering. Was that a choir of angels singing? No, just her imagination working overtime. Whispers from the past upping the roaring clamor in her head as the color revealed itself.

Shiny yellow nuggets. Gold! Soapy’s stolen hoard!

The nuggets gleamed brightly under the flashlight’s beam. Nestled between the lumps of gold, someone had packed old leather pouches filled with gold dust. She’d found it! She swallowed hard. Glanced back at the cave’s entrance.

Crap. The water was rising. Faster.

Hurriedly, she scooped up the heavy nuggets and packets, flinging them into her backpack and glancing back at the cave’s entrance every few seconds to make sure she could still free herself. Running out of room in the pack, she pulled another black carryall from the canoe’s bottom and loaded it. At the last possible second, she threw in the moose head, knowing she was being loopy. The damn thing must weigh twenty-five pounds, broken antler or not, but he’d helped point the way.

 

And meet talented author January Bain

January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create a series that features strong women who don’t take life too seriously, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope the stories of her beloved Brass Ringers will capture your imagination as you follow their exploits as much as they did when she wrote them.10996672_905543166164931_4467664944522105207_n[1]

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with two furry babies trying to prove who does a better job of guarding the doorway. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook, twitter and writes a weekly blog about her journey on Blogger. Oh, and she loves to talk books…

Blog Address – http://januarybainjourney.blogspot.ca/

Twitter – https://twitter.com/JanuaryBain

Facebook Page – https://www.facebook.com/january.bain

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6437282.January_Bain

Email: januarybain@xplornet.com

 

The men of Phoenix are back!
Tuesday, June 6th, 2017

The men of Phoenix are back and I’m celebrating. Today is release day for Book One, Jungle Inferno, and I’m running a contest. Two, actually.

  1. Read the book and leave a review by June 15. Mr Random Dot Org and I will pick a winner for a $25 GC.
  2. Like my Facebook page between now and June 5 and leave a comment about the book. Mr Random Dot Org and I will pick a winner of a $25 GC

So. Two chances to win! And here is a taste of the book for you.

For Faith and Mark, the telepathic connection they’d shared for years was nothing compared to the scorching physical connection they realized as adults. From the first moment they came together, erotic was too pale a word to describe their relationship. Together they explored each other’s deepest, darkest desires. But now Mark, survivor of an ambush to his Delta Force team, is a prisoner of a terrorist group in the Peruvian jungle, and his telepathic communication with Faith is his only contact with the world. While she searches for help to save him, they survive on dreams that took them beyond all sexual boundaries. Can she persuade the men of Phoenix to undertake a treacherous rescue and bring Mark back to her arms?

AMAZON

 

Did . . . hear me?

Faith dropped her pen.JungleInferno-300x450

Mark!

Yes. I heard you. Can you hear me?

She held her breath as the silence stretched unbearably. Then, just as she felt frustration grip her again, one word.

Yes.

She wanted to laugh and cry. He’d heard her! He knew she’d gotten his message.

I’ll find you, Mark. Wherever you are.

More silence, but she forced herself to wait with as much patience as she could manage.

South America in . . .

Faith wanted to scream in frustration.

Where, Mark? Where in South America? Help me. It’s a big continent.

Hurry . . .

Somehow she knew this silence wouldn’t be broken. The invisible wall had slammed into place again. He was obviously trying to time his messages when the telepathic captor was otherwise mentally occupied. No problem. At least they’d made the connection.

Hurry, he’d said.

She’d hurry as fast as she could. Picking up the phone, she dialed a still-familiar number.

 

Dip your toes in Barefoot Bay
Monday, May 15th, 2017

 

Welcome to Barefoot Bay and seven new stories from Roxanne St. Claire’s delightful Kindle World

Angela Evans – Dangerously Distracted

Leslie Manning made the mistake of falling in love once, and other than her two beautiful sons, she has nothing good to show from the experience. She doesn’t need another man in her life now, but being a single mother is anything but easy. When a celebrity wedding brings a hunky security specialist to Barefoot Bay, Leslie is determined to keep him at arm’s length. Except the more she gets to know him, the more she wants to pull him closer.Angela Evans-1

Michael Duncan has built a business and a career by never leaving anything to chance and never missing a single detail that could put his clients in danger. That legendary focus is threatened any time Leslie is nearby. All too quickly, the only thing he wants to focus on is getting to know the young widow and her two rambunctious boys.

Michael relies on his skills to keep his clients safe, but no one’s record can be perfect. With all of Michael’s attention focused on keeping his celebrity client safe, and persuading Leslie to open her heart, Michael just might miss the one threat that matters the most.

AMAZON

Ava Branson- Twice Cherished

Wedding photographer Michaela “Micki” Dawson has built a successful studio creating one-of-a-kind masterpieces that capture the hopes and dreams of couples in love. Her own short-lived marriage didn’t go the distance, but it taught her a few things. Like how she’d never gotten over her first love. And crushing shame and guilt can haunt you mercilessly.Ava Branson

Successful marine architect to the ultra-wealthy, Devin Stockton has come a long way from the carefree nineteen-year-old surfer that lived for the next wave and a girl with huge chocolate brown eyes. A long way from working part-time in the boatyards. It had been twelve years since he’d watched the only woman he’d loved walk out of his life.

When their paths cross, the connection is instantaneous and sparks fly. But some secrets may be too big to forgive. Too hard to forget. And, may rip them apart for good.

AMAZON

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Desiree Holt- Flying High

When Zeke Wallace’s uncle offered him the chance to fulfill his dreams with a job flying for his Alaska charter service, no way was Bailey George going to hold him back. Flying was Zeke’s life, maybe even before her. And it was no place for a brand new wife with a baby. Which is why she never told him about the unexpected, unplanned pregnancy. Or answered his letters or returned his calls. Instead she moved away, got her law degree and raised her son with the help of her family and friends.

But fate always throws a curveball. When Bailey is charged with rung a retreat for her law partners at Barefoot Bay Report and Spa, the last person she expects to run into is Zeke. It seems he bought his uncle’s business and moved it to Atlanta, and has just flown a client to Barefoot Bay.

They are stunned to see each other, but manage to get past the initial shock and Zeke’s anger at the way she cut him out of her life, and enjoy three wonderful days and nights, when she isn’t in meetings.

But any chance of a future comes to a shrieking halt when Bailey’s son, the image of Zeke, shows up at Barefoot Bay. Zeke is a raging maniac and Bailey’s son is none too happy. But Barefoot Bay is known for love and happiness and healing. Mabe it will work this time for three people temped by a future together.

AMAZON

EmKay Connor – Match Made in Heaven

Something is missing in his life, and Damon Drake hopes Perfect Match, the TV reality dating show, can help him find it.

EmKay Connor\Damon Drake has it all…almost. A world-class triathlete and athletic-gear mogul, he’s at the top of his game physically and financially. Despite an active social life that includes some of the world’s most beautiful women, he still hasn’t found his ideal mate. After he catches an episode of Perfect Match, Damon decides to see if technology can find that one perfect woman created just for him.

When semi-nude pictures taken at a private photo shoot were accidentally posted online, war veteran amputee Rainey Hart became an overnight sensation. Turning adversity to triumph yet again, she’s used her celebrity status to advocate for other veterans. Unfortunately, the public’s adoration has not carried over into her personal life. Since the biggest obstacle for most men seems to be her missing limb, Rainey decides to bare body and soul on national TV in the name of love.

Jennifer Perkins – Second Chance Summer

Love can be messy and Mia Duncan hadn’t forgotten the guy who broke her heart causing her to leave Mimosa Key. After all, she thought Scott would be ‘the one.’ She believed in true love and happy ever after’s, until she saw him embracing a red head. Now back in Mimosa Key, Mia has taken over the mortgage payments for her aunt’s cottage while trying to make it big with her start up software company, all while trying to avoid her ex-boyfriend.Jennifer Perkins

The trouble with break ups is that there’s always another side to the story. Scott Chase knows this all too well. Hired by Mia’s step father to fix up the cottage, Scott decided this was his second chance. His second chance to right a wrong, but does her step father have something else in mind that can tear them apart for good?

AMAZON

Karen Ann Dell – Flight Risk

Argosy Charters will get a big step up into the world of the 1% from this cross-promotion with the Casa Blanca Resort & Spa. Everything is looking up for Owen’s company — until his old Air Force buddy, now an FBI agent, convinces him to help with a drug smuggler sting operation. Nothing goes as planned and the feisty brunette who is collateral damage literally falls into his arms.Karen Ann Dell

Miranda’s first impression of Owen Ziegfeld wasn’t a positive one. So when she finds him in her kitchen the following morning, things get physical — and not in a good way. Called into her boss’s office mere hours later, she informed that Owen is a pilot, and the owner of the new charter jet service she’s supposed to hype to guests.

There’s hot chemistry between them, but when he discovers that she was a pilot, now grounded by her fear of flying, Miranda worries her silence might alienate the man she’s falling hard for.

As the sting spirals out of control, events put Miranda back in the cockpit, while Owen fights to keep the woman he loves alive.

AMAZON

Shirley Hailstock – Counterfeit Treasure

Seven years ago April Quinn set a time bomb and it’s about to detonate.   During an interrupted vacation, she leaves an incriminating package hidden at the Eden Paradise house. Now the house is to be demolished and April’s life, reputation and business hinges on retrieving it. Expecting a quick trip in and out of Barefoot Bay, she’s thwarted when access to the house is restricted by an imposter posing as a man she knows is dead. However, staying close to him could lead her to the treasure she hid, if only she can keep her heart out of the plan.Shirley Hailstock

Richard Steele, following in his father’s footsteps, joined the Treasury Department and became a counterfeiting investigator.  Discovering that the only link to his father’s last case is about to be torn down, he goes to Barefoot Bay and collides with the one woman who may know the whole truth about his father’s death. Unfortunately, she pushes all the right buttons and soon his heart is in as much jeopardy as his life.

Will they have a future together or will everything they want explode in the demolition?

AMAZON

 

Hot, sexy new romance..a don’t miss read
Friday, April 28th, 2017
No boundaries.
Bartender and aspiring painter Maya Pascual loves turning up the heat. And dumping a vodka-and-karma chaser on the man who broke her heart is perfect Bronx girl payback. But how can she resist when Miami playboy prince Javier Hernandez begs to make it up to her. . .
No regrets.
Between his disastrous personal life and his wealthy family’s meddling, Javi needs to get back on track. The only thing that’s certain is his passion for Maya. If she’ll just let him show her how sorry he is, maybe he can move on and start fresh. But one look in her gorgeous eyes and he knows letting her go will be easier said than done.
No rules.
Maya agrees to one dinner with Javi. But as their attraction threatens to combust, she wonders if a night of no strings, no repeats surrender is the only way to burn off their desire once and for all. . . Unless the light of day reveals it’s impossible to let go.
Spicy Quote:

“This isn’t about getting my dick wet, Maya.”

“How do I know that?”

“Because, if it was, I wouldn’t consider a ten thousand dollar suit a small price to pay for seeing you smile with satisfaction.”

She laughed. “I’m sorry about the suit.”

He shook his head and a few strands of the hair she’d pulled out of his ponytail hit his face. “No, you’re not. But I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to say yes.”

“Why? Give me one good reason.” She didn’t know whether she was rooting for him to fail or rooting for him to succeed.

He cocked his head to one side and licked his bottom lip. Lech. “Remember what I said when I promised to let you go?”

Of course she did. Nothing about that conversation had faded from her memory. “That this doesn’t mean that we’re not still friends.”

“We are still friends, Maya. A ruined suit and the way I want to fuck you six ways until next week doesn’t change that. I haven’t had anything like our friendship in a long time, and I miss you.”

Meet Heather Long’s hot new wolf
Tuesday, April 25th, 2017

Wolves of Willow Bend
Ghost Wolf

Most Lone Wolves have a story—a pack they left behind, a love they lost, or worse, one they buried. Some leave their packs to roam because they crave freedom, and independence. Some leave because, in their hearts, they can’t bear to stay. Some leave because they see no way to go back…

Packs attacked. Humans forced to turn. Enforcers murdered. Following near miss assassination attempts on several prominent wolves, the packs are furious—out for blood and ready for war. Julian has been juggling the conflict without a real target for months. They always seem to be just one step behind the volchitsa, and even the wolves they’ve captured can’t tell them enough. With the fate of the packs resting squarely on his shoulders, Julian, the Chief Enforcer, will swallow his pride and seek out the one wolf he knows can help them all. She’s the only one who seems to know all the players and who can think like them. If anyone can find the Volchitsa, it’s the ghost he’s hunted for decades.

Dallas Dalton has lived on the run so long, she doesn’t really remember any other way of life. For an all too brief time, she had her daughter with her and the feeling of family until Julian got to too close once again. The damn wolf wouldn’t leave her be, no matter how much she’d sacrificed for him. Seeing him in Russia had been both a blessing and a curse, because no matter what she did, she couldn’t get him out of her system. Then he asked her for help…

Side-by-side, the Enforcer and the Rogue will have to work together to deal with the Volchitsa once and for all, but can they keep from killing each other in the process?

Find excerpt for Heather Long’s Ghost Wolf below.

https://books2read.com/Ghost-Wolf

Focus on Willow Bend

Series Reading Order:

Wolf at Law (Prequel)
Book 1: Wolf Bite
Book 2: Caged Wolf
Book 3: Wolf Claim
Book 3.5: Wolf Next Door
Book 4: Rogue Wolf
Book 5: Bayou Wolf
Book 6: Untamed Wolf
Book 6.5: Wolf with Benefits
Book 7: River Wolf
Book 7.5: Single, Wicked Wolf
Book 8: Desert Wolf
Book 9: Snow Wolf
Book 9.5: Wolf on Board
Book 9.75: Holly Jolly Wolf
Book 10: Shadow Wolf
Book 10.5: His Moonstruck Wolf
Book 11: Ghost Wolf
Book 12: Ghost Wolf

About the Author:

Heather Long

USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

Contact Details:

Website: http://www.heatherlong.net
Email: heather@heatherlong.net
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Excerpt of Ghost Wolf by Heather Long:

“Miss Dalton, there’s a procedure to these things…a custom.”
“Of course there is,” she replied, whirling to walk backwards and look at him. “There’s protocol to every interaction we have. Boring, staid, mired in way too many years of history because some overactive dominants need to have their asses kissed.”
“Are you finished?” He halted, and though his expression didn’t change, she knew she’d reached the end of the little path so she stopped, too. They were a safe distance from the pier and alone with the rocks and the sea.
Tilting her head, she considered whether she was done. “No,” she said after waiting a beat. “I think it’s important to establish where we both stand. You bark orders to total strangers and think it’s okay. I don’t listen to orders from people I don’t know, much less respect, and I definitely never kiss an ass.”
Folding his arms, Julian released a sigh. Impatience seemed to thread through his posture. Satisfied she’d found a chink in his armor, Dallas smiled.
“There, I’m done. We understand each other.”
The wolf shook his head slowly. “You are a piece of work, Dalton.”
“Maybe, but I bet you think I’m groovy now…” The tease elicited the first hint of a smile on his stone cool face.
The man had a gorgeous smile, and her tummy did a little flip. Would he play with her?
“You are something,” he said, conceding, and she resisted the urge to cheer. “Now, you’re going to listen to me or I’ll put your smart mouth on a bus back to New York with a note to your pack to keep you caged until you learn some manners.”
Dammit. So much for playing. “Boring,” she sighed. “Fine, do your worst. Give me the lecture.”
There should be a rule about stone cold foxes being stone cold meanies. Folding her arms, she met him glare for glare.
“How the hell did they let you out of your pack?”
“Because no one can keep me where I don’t want to be.” Not anymore.
It would be her mantra. She was free.
She planned to stay that way.