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Simply the Best: A Collection of International Digital Award Winning Romances
by L.A. Sartor, Laurel O’Donnell, Kathy L Wheeler, Dale Mayer,
Charity Tahmaseb, Cynthia A Clement
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This collection of multi-genre romances features winning novels from the International Digital Awards, including historical, suspense/thriller, short historical, contemporary, paranormal, and young adult. Simply the Best of all worlds!
Haunted by Death ~ Dale Mayer
Death haunts anthropologist Meg Pearce…
In her last summer before college, an innocent camping trip ended in a friend’s disappearance…and destroyed her life.
Angel’s Assassin ~ Laurel O’Donnell
When Damien enters Aurora’s life, tempting her with promises of dark passion and forbidden lust, he threatens to tear her peaceful world apart with shadowy secrets of his own.
Be Mine This Christmas Night ~ L. A. Sartor
At Christmas, finding love and a family seems even more possible…unless you’re keeping a secret.
A Hunter 4 Rescue ~ Cynthia Clement
Worlds Apart. Joined by Love
A unit of elite alien warriors, known as Hunters, crash lands on earth and their leader is torn between getting his men to safety or protecting the human woman he has bonded with.
The Fine Art of Keeping Quiet ~ Charity Tahmaseb
Sometimes staying silent is the biggest lie of all
No one expects the girl who has mastered the art of keeping quiet to join the speech team. But Jolia does. When a crush-worthy rival offers to coach her in secret, she can't say no. But secrets have a price, and this one might cost Jolia everything.
The Mapmaker’s Wife ~ Kathy L Wheeler
In the midst of his worn-torn country, love posed the greater danger.
A flippant proposal and an attack on her person finds one young woman married to the mapmaker who only needs someone to take control of his ungovernable child. Feelings quickly shift into something less platonic and when the enemy gains vital secrets, her suspicions land her in jail.
from The Mapmaker’s Wife ~ Kathy L Wheeler
“Yes. It’s me, Mr. Williams.”
“Good heavens, you’ll catch your death.” He leaned over the edge, gripping the wood rail. She thought she caught concern, however fleeting. “You haven’t a coat.”
“No, Mr. Williams. I didn’t have much time, I’m afraid.”
“You’d best come in.” At his grim tone, she cast a glance to the bank of trees behind. “Now, Miss Ruthers. It’s freezing out.”
Clutching her torn shirt tighter with one hand, Elizabeth lifted her skirts with the other and trod up the wood stairs, head held high. Dignity was her only salvation. With a confidence she didn’t feel, she marched past him and into a kitchen a bit larger than the one she’d fled.
Dishes filled the sink and the floor needed a good sweeping. His limp seemed more pronounced as he filed in and hung the lantern on a hook next to the door. He shut it softly, staring at her all the while, arms folded over a broad chest.
The heat in the kitchen, after the cold night, seemed stifling and overwarm. His eyes moved over her, pausing at her throat where her frozen hand secured her shirt in a fist, rising back up to her damp hair, dripping puddles on the floor. She was so warm, she felt faint.
After a long pause, he asked, “Is there something you wish to tell me, Miss Ruthers?”
“I-I accept your proposal.”
from The Mapmaker’s Wife ~ Kathy L Wheeler
A soft smile played over her lips to a distracting degree. Exactly one of the reasons he worked himself to exhaustion. “I suspect that’s precisely the reason she does it.”
He frowned. “Because I tell her not to?”
“No. She’s created a bond of sorts. She’s realized you won’t leave her unattended. It’s easy to see she craves your attention.”
A swift shock of anger hit him in the chest. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” She snipped the thread and tucked her project in a basket at her feet.
Her mouth firmed and it occurred to him, he spent way too much time contemplating her lips.
“It doesn’t matter; we shall be spending more time at the chapel.”
“The—” He stopped. Went over to Trudy and lifted her gently. He gazed down at the child God saw fit to leave in his keeping. Firelight danced over pure features, so innocent in sleep. Perhaps Elizabeth was right. With Anne gone, he was all Trudy had. God’s own miracle in his arms.
An angel. Ha! Dark angel, more like. “Yes, well. It certainly can’t hurt.” He carried Trudy to the door and turned back to Elizabeth from beneath the arch. “You’ve more than earned your way today. Go to bed.”
from Angel’s Assassin by Laurel O’Donnell
“Damien,” she called.
He hesitated. He didn’t want her to fear him. Would she condemn him now for his violence? The silence stretched. Finally, he turned to her and his breath caught in his throat.
She stood in middle of the forest, bathed in a pool of moonlight. Her blonde hair, loose from any constraints, fell to her waist in thick waves. Her back was straight, her tiny body alluring and curvy and delectable. But it was her eyes that captured his attention. He saw no fear in her eyes. It was concern. Had he mistaken fear for concern?
Damien had never felt such an overwhelming need for anything in his life. He trembled with his want of her.
A swirl of emotions played over her face. Concern, regret, helplessness.
It took all Damien’s willpower not to go to her and sweep her into his embrace. He didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t want to harm her. He didn’t want to taint her.
“I will never leave you,” she finally confessed and tears entered her eyes.
Damien came toward her then, like a tumultuous storm cloud. “You don’t know what you are saying,” he warned in a savage whisper.
Aurora did not run for cover; she did not shrink from his approach. She stared up into his face with those damned clear orbs. And for the briefest of moments, Damien saw himself reflected as she saw him. A hero, a good man. A man worthy of all he could attain.
He stood before her, stunned.
The sound of horses thundering through the clearing pounded a warning through the ground.
Damien grabbed Aurora’s hand in one hand, and drew his sword in the other. He watched the group of men approach through the forest, clumsily maneuvering their steeds through the tight trees. He pulled Aurora behind him.
These men were no brigands. They wore heraldry, and while Damien couldn’t be sure, he suspected they were from Acquitaine.
As they drew closer, his suspicions were confirmed. One of them called out, “Lady Aurora!”
Damien refused to relinquish her. For just one moment, she had been his. And it had been the most glorious moment of his life.
from The Fine Art of Keeping Quiet by Charity Tahmaseb
So we keep going, up the driveway and the three steps onto the front porch. There, the lamplight turns everything yellow, even Sam’s eyes, which look more like autumn than summer right now. I should open the door and go inside. My fingers are ice, my nose threatening to run. My teeth, which I’ve hardly thought of all day, prick at my upper lip. Insidious words pop into my mind.
Can you even imagine anyone wanting to kiss that? I can’t remember why I ever thought she was pretty.
“Thanks for helping me today,” I say despite my teeth.
“Thanks for helping me. What did I tell you? It’s like the Montagues and Capulets, only with scripts instead of swords—and a tree branch.”
“See you tomorrow?”
“I’ll text you.”
We don’t move, like earlier in the garage, when it felt like the very air changed. It does that now, becomes hard to breathe. I sway forward, slightly. I don’t mean to—it just happens. Sam takes my hands, squeezes them. Then he sways forward.
His kiss is so warm, it should melt all the icicles hanging from the eaves. My heart beats so hard, it should shatter all my ribs. When he breaks the kiss, and I suck in cold air, I feel like I’m plunged from a warm dream into an icy bath.
“Tomorrow!” He dashes down the stairs and into the night.
In that single word, I hear his promise. We will see each other tomorrow. We will practice. We will … kiss?
from aHunter4Rescue by Cynthia A Clement
Her touch had a power that he had never felt before. It was stronger than any natural force or weapon. Fiona’s tongue flicked over her lower lip and for the first time in his life he wondered how a woman would taste. Not just any woman, though. Fiona was the only one he wanted.
He pulled her close and with his free hand brushed her hair from her face. By Cygnus, she was beautiful. He glanced down at her lips and was lost. Lowering his head, he captured her mouth. Thoughts scattered as sensation took over. His tongue glided over her lips. He licked and nibbled until she sighed and opened for him.
He thrust into the warm, moist haven she offered. His body hardened and control was forgotten as he delved deeper, skimming his tongue against hers, soothing and sliding until bliss spread over him. A surge of longing and need shot through him and concentrated in his groin.
Her scent filled his nostrils and the pounding of her heart was music to his ears. His hands roamed her back, but her shirt blocked a total bonding. With shaking fingers he pulled the cotton fabric from her jeans and then buried his hand beneath it. He connected with the silky smoothness of her skin and his body sizzled with intense yearning.
Never had he felt such pleasure. It was overwhelming. Fiona seemed to be experiencing the same because her body moved against him with frantic impatience. Desire, hunger, concern, and reverence all battled inside of him. Fiona was his pair bond. She deserved better than a hurried mating. He had to end this now.
A groan of conscious escaped him and he pulled away. He had to do what was best for Fiona. She needed time; time to trust him and time to commit to him. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion. His breathing was too rapid to speak. He rested his forehead against hers and tried to recover. His body shook, his groin ached, and his brain refused to focus, but he had his answer.
Fiona tasted of heaven.
Excerpt from Be Mine This Christmas Night ~ L. A. Sartor
On a cold snowy night . . . .
At Jenny's quizzical look, Annie told the truth. "That was my new neighbor."
"Seriously? Wow. What did you do to put a scowl on that gorgeous face?"
"Why would you think I'd done something?"
Annie grinned at her friend's raised brow. "Celebrate the season with lights? Be an author his son loves? Be a woman? I have no idea."
Jenny pursed her lips and started ladling out the cider, taking the job from Annie.
As Annie left the cover of the carport to mingle and enjoy the lights, she called back, "And he's a widower," smiling wider when Jen's eyes grew large and her friend waggled her brows
.Despite Jenny's obvious insinuation that her neighbor was yummy and maybe available, Annie had no intention of finding out. Josh was adorable, and she'd love having him visit, but Cole? Not so much.
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Dale Mayer is a USA Today bestselling author known for her page turning plotlines and heartwarming characters. A prolific writer, she specializes in Romantic Suspense, but also writes thrillers, comedy, and contemporary romances.
Award winning author Kathy L Wheeler loves travel, fantasy football, NBA and musical theatre. As an avid reader of romance and patron of the theatre, her main sources of inspiration come mostly from an over-active imagination. Kathy writes contemporary and historical romance, from sweet to spicy.
Website - http://kathylwheeler.com/
L.A. Sartor is a bestselling, award-winning author. She began telling stories around the age of 4 when her mother, at L.A.’s insistence, wrote them down and L.A. illustrated them. As an adult, she writes suspense and action-adventure novels with a dash of romance, and screenplays—she's had a contracted adaptation! She lives in Colorado with her husband whom she met on a blind date. L.A. loves to travel and thinks life is an adventure and we should embrace the journey.
Facebook Author Page -http://on.fb.me/MUU9HK
Laurel O'Donnell is a best selling author and has won numerous awards for her medieval romances, including the International Digital Award and the Holt Medallion Award.
Charity Tahmaseb has slung corn on the cob for Green Giant and jumped out of airplanes (but not at the same time). She’s worn both Girl Scout and Army green. These days, she writes fiction (short and long) and works as a technical writer.
Cynthia Clement is an award winning author who began writing when she was a teenager. Her novels reflect her love of romance, strong honorable heroes, and suspense intertwined with the intriguing and unexplained.
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