Ellie Collins has always been good at hiding her emotions, but when they threaten to overwhelm her, she channels them into her work. After leaving behind the first person to capture her heart, Ellie’s heartbreak leaves her more motivated than ever before. She has one more job to take care of and nothing left to lose.
Alex King is determined and stubborn. Unable to walk away from the woman who’s left him dazed, his life is about to get crazier than ever. Through the thick fog of deception, both Ellie and Alex have a decision to make that will change their lives forever. They can only hope that their choices are not taken from them before it’s too late.
When the moves are made and the positions set, who will finally deliver checkmate?
Rose Sawyer currently lives on campus full time while working on her undergraduate degree in Biblical and Religious studies with an emphasis on Religion and Sociology in California, where she was born and raised. On weekends, she travels home to see her parents and the gaggle of cats, dogs, horses and other four-legged animals that she loves.
At 19, she has written seven romance novels, is currently writing two more and has another two in the process of being published. The majority of her novels can be found at Wattpad.com, where they are available to read for free.
Devon Hamilton, the HIS eyes and ears, hasn’t taken off his headset since joining his brothers. But, when Rylee Hawkins may be in trouble, the radio waves fall silent as he steps away from the command center and into the field. He soon discovers she is on a dangerous quest to find two girls who disappeared on her final FBI op.
Making a bargain, Devon agrees to help Rylee to get what he wants—her. He’ll do anything necessary to keep her safe while using all the tactics he knows to win her over. When danger comes knocking and the threat against Rylee becomes real, Devon gears up for a fight, and like their one hot night in Vegas, all bets are off.
HIS CHANCE is the fourth book in the HIS romantic suspense series. If you like thrilling, edge of your seat reading with sizzling sex scenes, then you’ll love each installment of Sheila Kell’s best-selling series.
Meet the hot-bodied men of Hamilton Investigation & Security (HIS) as they do whatever it takes to protect the women who have stolen their hearts.
Devon Hamilton, the HIS eyes and ears, hasn’t taken off his headset since joining his brothers. But when Rylee Hawkins may be in trouble, the radio waves fall silent as he steps away from the command center and into the field. He soon discovers she's on a dangerous quest to find two girls who disappeared on her final FBI op.
Making a bargain, Devon agrees to help Rylee to get what he wants—her. He doesn’t realize the real danger she’s in, until it’s too late and she is abducted. Her kidnapper taunts Devon, threatening to sell her into the seedy underworld of human sex slave trafficking. Refusing to lose her, he gears up for a fight, and like their one hot night in Vegas—all bets are off.
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**HIS Return is the forth book in the HIS Series. Each book can be read as a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.
Hamilton Investigation & Security: HIS series
Books do not have to be read in order
HIS Desire (Jesse & Kate)
HIS Choice (AJ & Megan)
HIS Return (Jake & Emily)
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Book One
“This book is filled with plenty of twists, off the charts chemistry and will leave you on the edge of your seat while reading it.” ~ Escape Reality with Books
Sheila Kell writes smokin’ hot romance and intrigue. She secretly laughs when her mother, in that stern voice, calls it “nasty.” Her new HIS series has seen an Amazon #1 Bestseller and a Readers Choice Finalist. As a self-proclaimed caffeine addict nestled in north Mississippi with three cats, she wears her pajamas most of the day and writes about the romantic men who leave women’s hearts pounding with a happily-ever-after built on a memorable, adrenaline pumping story. When she isn’t writing, she can be found visiting her family, dreaming of an editor who agrees her work is perfect, or watching cartoons.
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As an Air Force medic, Bree Marks saw the worst the War on Terror had to dish out. Now a physical therapist, she uses her experience to help other veterans heal from their physical wounds; while she battles her own emotional damage.
I don't typically rate a book five stars. Normally my high rating is a 4 or 4.5 stars. But Stitched Up Hearts deserves a 5 star rating and more. This book has something for just about everyone. There's comedy, romance, a little drama, and suspense. I can honestly say that the twists Stitched Up Hearts had I didn't see coming. I love when a book can catch me off guard like that. It really pulled me into Jase and Bree's story. I found myself laughing, crying, and at some point biting my nails waiting for what was going to happen next. I just wish I'd taken more time to read it. Instead I devoured this book like a woman starved.
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Excerpt
She left the restroom after drying her hands. Jase caught her in the hall leading back to the bar. He backed her against the wall and braced his forearms slightly above her head, caging her in but holding himself away from her. He leaned down and brushed his lips gently against hers, then stopped.
Was he asking permission? Bree grasped his hips and hooked her middle fingers in the belt loops of his jeans. She bit the corner of her lip.
“You’ve been biting your lip all night, Bree. It’s my turn.” Bree’s gaze darted from his mouth to his desire-filled eyes, just before his tongue laved the center of her bottom lip. She pulled her fingers out of Jase’s belt loops and stepped closer. She slid one arm around his back and the other around his head, her fingers threading through his hair. Jase wrapped his arms around her, bending at the knees and pulling her up onto her toes. He pushed her against the wall, fitting their bodies so close together Bree could feel the hard press of his cock against her abdomen. The kiss quickly turned carnal, tongues dancing together in an intimate tango as their breathing became heavy. Had she ever been kissed with that much heat…that much passion…that much desire?
The clearing of a throat broke the spell. Jase pulled away slowly, sucking on her bottom lip as he lifted his head. They stared at each other a moment before turning their heads to see Denise standing a couple of feet away trying to look anywhere but directly at them.
“Hey, sweetie.” Bree pushed at Jase trying to create some space between them. He was reluctant to let go, but he released the tight hold he had on her.
“Sorry to interrupt. Got a sec?”
“Sure.” Bree looked at Jase. “I’ll meet you back at the table?”
Jase stared, still holding the back of her neck. “Yeah.”
He bent down and gave her a quick, hard kiss before nodding to Denise and leaving them in the hall.
“Holy hell, that was hot and I wasn’t even the one being kissed,” Denise said. “I’m not sure if I should high-five you or hose you down.”
“No need. My underwear is already soaked.”
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About The Author
Tarina has spent the last 21-plus years in the Air Force trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up. Currently stationed in Washington DC, she will soon be packing up her twin heathens (i.e. 4-year-olds) and moving to the Middle East for a 2-year assignment. As a single mom, her favorite pastimes include repeating the word 'no', the phrase 'not right now', and napping. Oh, and writing in her "spare" time.
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I'm a heroin addict. A junkie. A whore. I'll do anything to get my next fix.
Anything.
Including walking right onto the property of Austin's most ruthless and feared drug lord to beg for some H. I don't know his name, only that people call him Boss. Oh, and that he won't think twice to put a bullet in my head.
But like I said, I'll do anything to get my next fix. Even if it costs me my life.
Or changes it forever.
Excerpt #1
Boss gives Miri a hit
Despite Miri’s disgusting appearance, her nasty addiction to heroin, and the fact that her maybe-boyfriend had been stealing from me to feed her habit, I felt responsible for her. It was my shit she got hooked on, and she just seemed… frail and in need of someone to take care of her. It was almost as if she were sent here as penance for my past failures to take care of my mom and sister.
Besides, Miri intruded on my property. She knew where I lived. I couldn’t just toss her out. It was highly unlikely, but she could call the cops and get them down here with a warrant in the blink of an eye.
Better to get her dosed up and calmed down before trying to talk.
“Jase,” I barked.
One of my men immediately appeared at my side. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring me the kit.”
With a sharp nod, he left the room and reappeared in less than two minutes to hand me a small zippered pouch. “Here you go, Boss.”
“All of you leave,” I ordered as I began prepping the kit. One by one, I lined the items up on the table, in the order I would need them. Everyone obeyed my command but one.
“Boss, come on…”
“Milo, don’t push me any further tonight.” I turned to give my lieutenant a dark stare that said don’t fuck with me. He better not press his thoughts in front of a stranger.
Milo’s lips pressed tight as he struggled to keep his mouth shut and follow my orders. Nothing new from the big, strong-willed man. He was very opinionated at times. Tense and agitated, Milo gave in and agreed. “Fine. I’m going home then, Boss.”
“See you in the morning.” I dismissed Milo and returned my attentions to the sweaty, gross, trembling girl in my kitchen.
Using an alcohol pad, I wiped my hands to kill any germs. Then I picked up a tiny packet of white powder, careful not to spill any, and poured it into a spoon designed to lie on a flat surface without tilting. The rubber tourniquet was long compared to Miri’s razor-thin arm. I knotted it around the tiny limb, holding back a pained grimace at touching her filthy skin. When I glanced up to check on her, I found Miri watching intently. I blinked and tore my gaze away from those wide green eyes to search for a vein. There wasn’t a single usable one on her scar-riddled arm.
“Shit,” I muttered when an inspection of her other arm turned up the same.
“I-I use my feet.” Miri’s voice was so soft I nearly missed her response.
Caught in the sliver of emerald in those captivating eyes, it took me a minute to reply.
“All right.” I removed the tourniquet, put it around a slender ankle, and placed her left foot on the floor to get better blood flow to the extremity. A single bluish vein stood out, surrounded by a half-dozen faded and fresh track marks. “There it is.” I grabbed another alcohol pad and swabbed the area. Syringe in hand, I uncapped a vial of sterile water and drew up a small amount, adding it to the powered opiate in the spoon. Using a lighter, I cooked the drugs until the mixture was reduced to a clear, bubbling liquid. As I waited for the chemicals to cool, Miri became frantic.
“I-It’s okay. I c-can take it hot. Really. I-I don’t mind. Please…”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not safe. You could blow a vein or worse.”
“I don’t care! Give it to me.” She started to struggle in the chair, in danger of tipping it over again.
Fed the fuck up with today’s events and bullshit in general, I caught her chin between my thumb and forefingers and pinched hard enough to hold her still.
“Stop this immediately or you’ll get nothing. Listen carefully, because I’m only going to say it once. I’m never, ever hospitable to intruders, so you should consider yourself lucky to still be breathing right now and not being driven to a remote location where no one will ever find your body.”
Those dull eyes widened with fear and her lip trembled. “Okay, okay. I’m g-good. I’ll be good. I’m s-sorry.”
I ripped open another alcohol swab and wiped off my fingers. Filthy junkie. Once the mixture was cool, I drew it up into the syringe using a filtered needle and made sure the air was out.
“Ready?” I’m not sure why I bothered—I knew the answer before the question was asked.
“Yes, please, please, please.” Miri vibrated with anticipation.
Despite the fact I grew up around drugs, despised drug use, watched my family implode from drug addiction and never once allowed anyone to get high in my house or permitted drug use among my employees, I went against everything I believed personally and stuck the needle into the vein on Miri’s foot. I pulled back to watch as dark red blood entered the syringe. With visual confirmation I hit a vein, I removed the tourniquet and slowly injected the opiate into her system until the syringe was empty. Working efficiently, I cleaned up the kit, put the used items in a container for the staff to dispose of, and washed my hands at the sink.
Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.
Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.
She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.
My favorite authors are Dan Wells, Ken Follett, and Stephen King.
Avery Grant has only known a life of fighting crime. Following in her father's footsteps, she graduates top of her FBI class and plans to move quickly up the ranks. She has her entire life planned out until she meets Detective Evan Bradley.
Evan is everything that Avery vowed to avoid. Married to his job, Evan fights every day to do what's right, whatever the cost.
Faced with a satanic cult that is sacrificing the innocent, Avery and Evan must work together to apprehend the criminals before any more innocent lives are lost. As they both struggle to navigate through their pasts and growing affection, Avery and Evan fight against a ticking clock and their own feelings.
Will they be able to solve the case and avoid another beautiful sacrifice?
His shirt had tightened and become more taut against him when he’d folded his arms across his chest, and this only further sent my body into a wild frenzy. Frustrated that he was having this effect on me, I straightened my shirt, attempting to gain some composure.
“Ms. Professional,” he said as he looked me up and down. A hint of hunger lingered in his eyes as he studied me intently. He licked his lips, and I didn’t move from under his stare. I looked at him, letting him know I wouldn’t back down from him. My barriers, my walls, were not coming down. Plus, what was wrong with how I dressed? It was professional and didn’t get me any unwanted attention.
“You know nothing about me.” He seemed like a man who hid behind humor and his big gun who had the occasional on point observation. He’d been right about me being professional and it pissed me off. Because no matter how I tried to shake the way my body responded to his dazzling eyes and the way he kept touching his gun, I couldn’t help but wonder how big his gun really was.Snap out of it, Avery.I took my hand and smoothed out my shirt again. Who did he think he was? I barely knew him, and he thought he knew me so well. Sure, he was hot. He dripped testosterone and exuded sex with every move of his mouth. And that little bump on his nose was endearing. He had probably broken his nose a few times, and I secretly wondered what had caused the breaks. But regardless of how fucking delicious he was, he didn’t know me.
“I know that you’re impenetrable. Like an unbreakable vault.” He was right. I was impermeable. He would do well to remember that. It didn’t mean I had to like that he’d guessed that about me.
“Yes, well, you’re a jerk.”Wow, great comeback, Avery.It wasn’t like me to lose control and this guy, he was already under my skin. I was flustered, sweat beaded on my forehead, and I was pretty sure I needed to change my panties.
“Ouch.” He grabbed at his heart. “Here.” He went in his breast pocket and pulled out a card. “My information. Strictly professional of course.” He winked at me and gave me a smile, his perfectly straight teeth dazzling me.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, snatching the card and shoving it in my pocket.
You can find Genevieve curled up reading paranormal romance and romantic thrillers, or frantically typing her stories on her laptop.
Psychology is her trade by day, teaching and molding the minds of college students. Her interest in psychology can be seen in her books, each including many psychological undertones. Although she loves teaching, her passion, her true love, lays in the stories that roam around her in head. Yes, they all come from her mind-the good, the bad, and the totally insane.
She lives in Massachusetts-no not Boston-with her husband, daughter, and American Eskimo dog. With each story she shares, she hopes her love for writing and storytelling seeps through, encompassing the reader and leaving them wanting more.
