Shiloh Walker is here to tell us about I Choose the Bear, a bear shifter romance.
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Paranormal Romance
Date Published: April 28, 2026
Ivy thought she'd found one of the good ones, a nice guy who respected
her wishes, the guy all of her friends liked...and then they head to his
family's lake house for a night to watch for an expected meteor shower. But
Neill had his own plans in mind and when Ivy said no, he didn't like it.
Enter the bear.
Jonah, on a hiking trip with his best friend, Liam, after the unexpected death
of the clan's Alpha, and Jonah's grandfather, is enjoying the last few hours
of freedom he'll know for some time. He's known for a long time he'll be
stepping into his grandfather's shoes and with the countdown ticking away, he
relishes the peace and quiet. But then it's shattered by the shouts of an
angry, frightened woman. Both Liam and Jonah take off running to investigate.
Just as they reach the edge of the property, the woman shouts, "You're the
reason why women choose the bear, Neill."
Now...Jonah abides by the laws governing supernaturals. He doesn't reveal
himself to be a shapeshifter. But walking out there in his bear skin isn't
really revealing himself. And predators deserve to be frightened, don't they?
And when he sees Ivy...his whole world is upended.
Now isn't the time for him to fall in love. He has a clan to care for,
challenges to hold off.
But love doesn't believe in being convenient and Jonah and Ivy on are a
collision course. Will she choose the bear...and will his bear choose her?
About the Author
Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid... she fell in love
with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the
more...ah... serious vampire stories. She loves reading and writing anything
paranormal, anything fantasy, but most all anything romantic. Once upon a
time, she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her
family in the Midwest. She also writes under the pen name J.C. Daniels.
Katlyn Bates is here to tell us about Nightflower on Comanche Mound, young adult mystery-suspense.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Mystery, Suspense
Date Published: 06-17-2024
Publisher: Adventure & Quest, LLC
Her sixteenth birthday looming, Seattle urbanite Charley Kensey
recklessly invites herself to her Pap’s West Texas sheep ranch—a
man she’s never met, a man her mother has always distanced her from. If
her dad were still around, he could’ve stopped her. Her mom can’t.
Pap is a hard and difficult man, and the Llano Estacado—the Texas Staked
Plains—is every bit as hostile. Charley would turn right around and go
home except for the mysterious horse that shows up on the ranch. Things
quickly spiral out of control when Pap vows to shoot the blind animal she
believes came to the ranch to be hers. Now she can’t
leave—who’s going to stand in the way of Pap’s bullet?
Against his orders, Charley turns to local veterinarian Dr. Ben for
information about the horse, but his harmless reminiscing over her mom
dismantles everything Charley thought she knew of her family when he portrays
a mother she doesn’t even recognize, and innocently exposes the secret
that split her family apart. Charley is the only clueless party:
“Everybody in this little town of Quitaque knows your mother’s
business,” affirms veterinarian summer assistant, cowboy-crush Brett
Littleton. Except for Brett, the summer would be lost.
When Pap’s savage anger turns violent, Charley and her horse bolt for
the open plains and flee for the very place she’s been warned not to go.
Nightflower of Comanche Mound is a contemporary action-adventure thriller
steeped in conflict, tension, and family dysfunction between three
generations.
2025 Western Writers of America Spur Finalist – Young Adult Novel
2022 Writers League of Texas Manuscript Finalist – Young Adult
Action-Adventure Thriller
Excerpt
The plane touched down in Lubbock a little after three in the afternoon.
Jet engines shut down immediately so I felt the scorching afternoon heat
before I ever stepped onto the Staked Plains. The passengers had all filed
off, but I sat rigid in the upright seat, a cynical thought sweeping over me,
not for the first time: I’d made a colossal mistake.
The flight attendant was eye-balling me. I checked my hair in a mirror, dotted
on faint-pink lipstick Mom had warned me against bringing. Drawing a deep
breath, I held it in, thinking it would help settle my jitters. Time to get
this show on the road. Pap will be waiting. Or he won’t. Either way, I
had nobody to blame but myself.
* * *
I spotted him through the glass barrier, hands clasped casually over an ample
belly. We locked eyes as I rolled through the revolving door. Did he have a
picture of me? My grip tightened on the cheap ten-dollar flute Mom had given
me to practice; she was proud I took an interest in music, and wanted me to
keep my lips stuck to a version of flute that was less to lose. It suddenly
felt more a lifeline than a companion.
It’s not true that all people shrink when they get old. Pap stood
straight and tall under a light-colored, broad-brimmed hat that rested low on
his forehead just above white, bushy brows. Deep grooves ran around his mouth
and down a chin he hadn’t bothered to shave.
I didn’t exactly expect a warm snuggle from him—Mom had prepared
me for that. Still, deep down I couldn’t help thinking she might be
wrong. I had imagined I would run and throw my arms around him and all my
doubts would fly away when he pulled me into a tight squeeze.
Instead, we squared off and studied one another, eyes never wavering.
I stuck out my hand. “I’m Charley.”
Weight lifted from my shoulder as he took hold of my backpack. “Heck of
a name for a girl.” With a quick nod to the long cement aisle, he said,
“Go that way.”
I’d like to think he held out hope that he’d passed inspection, as
did I.
About the Author
Katlyn Bates writes contemporary fiction for young adults. Her debut
novel, Nightflower of Comanche Mound was named a 2025 Spur Finalist by Western
Writers of America (WWA) in the Juvenile-Young Adult Fiction category. The
recognition, along with multiple 5-Star book reviews from Readers’
Favorite, encouraged her to dust off old stuff she wrote just for fun, and
look at them with fresh eyes.
Drawn to action and adventure that is grounded in real life, Katlyn finds
inspiration in the wildness of the world around us. “Nature
doesn’t care what we think. It’s wild and ferocious and
unpredictable—a good reminder not to take ourselves too seriously. The
downright ridiculous seems to call for a twist of humor. What I can’t
see, I can imagine.”
Juggling family, work, and life, over the years Katlyn grasped whatever time
she had available for a writing class when she could—poetry, creative, a
bit of journalism. What she discovered was that stories come from deep within
us…a moment. A memory. An experience or impression or dream. Only when
they surface, can you add texture and color.
A late-bloomer by her own description, Katlyn’s writing kicked off when
she joined Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators
(SCBWI), a community of like-minded people who selflessly share, uplift, and
guide, one meeting at a time. “There’s so much to learn, just for
the listening. Other writers energize me, challenge me to ‘say it
better’. Everyone has a natural style, and it always amazes me how many
ways there are to tell a story. From SCBWI to the Writers’ League of
Texas (WLT)—where Nightflower of Comanche Mound was a 2022
Thriller/Action-Adventure Finalist in the Manuscript Contest—on to
Western Writers of America and Women Writing the West (WWW), Katlyn has found
that it’s networks of writers that encourage her “No matter what
stage of writing skill, anyone, at any age, with a yearning to write should
seek out others who love what you love. Don’t wait.”
A native Texan, Katlyn Bates lives near Dallas, TX, outside a small town
that—like so many inter-connected communities, is quickly becoming
absorbed by the sprawl. “As for me, it’s open skies and nature and
landscape that frame a plot, and lend power to a story.”
Years before, Nikki fell in love with Mitch and Connor, betraying
them as only a high school girl could. Now, she’s back and needs their help.
Powerful and commanding, Mitch has never stopped craving Nikki. Connor
hungers for her as badly, but isn’t ready to forgive. If she needs some fast
cash by working at their gentlemen’s club, she’ll have to audition by stripping
for them.
Gladly. Aroused by their shameless scrutiny, Nikki’s willing to do
whatever it takes to be near them again…even being punished in the BDSM Room or
starring in one of Connor’s erotic films. Mitch won’t have it, unless he and
Connor are the ones mounting and enjoying her.
On a sultry weekend in a secluded island mansion, desire reignites
on camera and off as Nikki surrenders to their lust, dominance, and exquisite discipline,
reawakening their timeless bond and the beginning of forgiveness.
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TEASERS
Excerpt:
Nikki
Blaine smelled of magnolia and musk, the mingling of helpless female and
seductive predator. A curious combination, but who said she couldn’t be both?
Hell, she
was a freaking mess. Her palms clammy from anxiety, her nipples tight with
expectation. The kind a woman experiences when she’s about to be spanked, then
hopefully laid…long and hard.
Yeah, right.
She paced
the spacious office like a caged animal, her high heels clicking on the shiny
hardwood floor, the sounds keeping time with her pounding pulse. No matter how
much she needed it—and by God, she did—soul-stirring sex, followed by aching
tenderness, wasn’t going to be on the menu this afternoon. Going to the men
she’d betrayed years ago, brothers she’d truly loved, didn’t count as the
smartest thing to do, but she needed their help.
Stopped at
the burgundy leather sofa, she clutched the arm for support. According to the
secretary here, Mr. Wade would be with her in a few minutes.
Nikki
hadn’t bothered to ask which Mr. Wade the young woman had been talking about. She
would have bet this room belonged to Mitch. Scented by leather and something
woodsy, it was darkly masculine with rich mahogany walls, copper accent lamps topped
by bronze-colored shades, and classic cherry furniture. Solid and imposing.
The desk
was nearly as long as a bed and wide enough for two people, maybe three.
Don’t go there. She had no right. It wasn’t as
though she could waltz in here after nearly fifteen years and expect Mitch to
give her a hug or a welcome home fuck…if he showed up at all.
Where is he? Nearly a half hour had passed since
his secretary had led Nikki inside. She hoped after Mitch’s initial shock had
worn off about her being here, he hadn’t decided against seeing her. If so, she
couldn’t blame him. He probably figured she’d behave as cruelly now as when
they’d been in high school.
She circled
the sofa and paused at framed news articles of him and Connor published in well-respected
business magazines. Those pieces were intimately familiar to her. She’d read them
when she lived in New York prior to her ex-husband’s arrest. Through the years,
she’d followed Mitch and Connor’s many successes, wanting only the best for
them.
Smiling
softly, she touched the first photo taken outside Wicked, their wildly popular gentlemen’s
club. The reason she was here today.
They had
to say yes to her proposal. At the very least, they had to show up. If neither did, Nikki wasn’t certain
what she’d do.
The glass
recorded Mitch’s reflection behind her.
Her heart
stalled.
He stood
in the doorway to his office, bathed in gauzy light pouring in from the arched
window. Beyond it, Atlanta moved at a far more sluggish pace than Manhattan
ever had, today’s oppressive humidity forcing everything to an exaggerated Southern
crawl.
In here,
everything unfolded in slo-mo, except for her walloping heart.
She faced
him for the first time in too long, needing to get her fill.
Oh, Mitch.
At
six-three, he made the sprawling room seem small, his build lean yet muscular,
no longer the lanky teen. Ruggedly handsome, he wore his thirty years well. Laugh
lines graced the corners of his beautiful hazel eyes. They looked golden behind
his sooty lashes, complementing his olive complexion. Combed away from his
forehead, his chestnut colored hair was longish in the back and on the sides.
Nikki reined
in her urge to run her fingers through his thick, wavy locks, to touch and
smell him, her face buried in the hollow of his neck, her body pressed close,
lost in his heat and strength. Protected at last. Home.
A
preposterous notion that made it difficult for her to join him, impossible for
her to speak, but still she hoped.
His gaze
wasn’t guarded or indifferent as she’d feared. Wonder flooded his features, no different
from when they’d been in her parents’ garage after their first kiss. She was
fifteen then. He’d been a year older and seemed so worldly. Life hadn’t been
easy for him or Connor. She’d fallen in love with both brothers, but Mitch had
made the initial move.
They’d
been horsing around that afternoon, mercilessly teasing each other. Mitch finally
settled the score by tickling her into submission. Before Nikki could catch her
breath or slug him, he brushed his lips against hers. Their velvety warmth
surprised. His bristly cheeks thrilled. She’d wanted him to hold her in his
arms forever. Later the same week, Connor kissed her. Nikki never wanted to
leave his side.
There was
no guilt for what they’d done. Both brothers accepted the other’s claim on her
just as she had, treating it as needed and natural. For the most part, their
relationship remained innocent. They were her dearest friends, like none she’d
ever known.
Their
bliss lasted three months, ending when school started in the fall.
Kate Berberich is here to tell us about her Destination Romance Series, contemporary travel romances.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Can two imperfect people finally decide that they're perfect
for each other?
Picture Imperfect
Destination Romance Book 1
by Kate Berberich
Genre: Contemporary Travel Romance
Bad girl turned heiress, Lacey Devere has a penchant for
falling for precisely the wrong person. Her dad is determined to give her a
fresh start, beginning with a luxurious European tour and a new camera to
capture each perfect moment.
Dan Lewis is a modern-day highwayman traveling the world, relieving wealthy
tourists of their excess cash and jewelry. He learned the hard way not to let
anyone get too close.
Their heads are urging caution, but their hearts are being swept away by the
glamour and romance of the dazzling cities they’re visiting.
Dan checked his watch. Again. He
ran a finger inside his shirt collar. The damn thing was custom-made. For what
he paid for it, he should bloody well be able to breathe.
Stop fidgeting. Anyone would think
you’d never worn a tux before.
Any number of appreciative glances
assured him it looked outstanding—if he’d been in any state to notice.
“Relax,” Mr. Wilson advised from
behind his ever-present newspaper. “My wife is well aware of the curtain time,
and she won’t miss it for anything.”
“I feel like I ought to apologize
for this,” Dan offered.
“Eh…Martha would have found an
excuse to stuff me into this thing sooner or later.” Mr. Wilson—or at least his
newspaper—shrugged. “It’s fine. Anyway, it’s good for her to have a pretty girl
to fuss over. It takes her mind off…well…it’s good for her. This is better than
one of those charity events. People expect me to talk at those things. And
write checks. The seats at the opera house are extremely comfortable and if I
get bored, I can take a nap.”
Dan let the subject slide. He’d
done more in-depth digging online since they’d be spending the entire evening
with the Wilsons. He knew what a day spent dress shopping and primping with a
young woman would mean to Mrs. Wilson.
A flash of icy silver-blue caught
his eye. Just like in Madrid, his mouth went dry, and he forgot to breathe for
a moment. Also, just like in Madrid, he vowed to never again criticize his
sister’s taste in movies. All that romantic hokum must have some basis in fact.
Lacey and Mrs. Wilson stepped off
the elevator. The older lady wore a softly draped navy-blue gown with a
glittering broach on one shoulder—a high-end fake, he guessed, since no one in
their right mind would travel with a genuine piece of that scale.
But Lacey…unlike her usual
bright-colored outfits, tonight she wore a frosty blue gown that shimmered when
she moved. Her hair was swept up in an elegant knot, with a few loose curls
framing her face. The entire ensemble somehow managed to be both demure and
sexy at the same time.
Well, it was Lacey. Dan considered
her sexy in sweaty workout clothes. He questioned the eyesight of anyone who
did not.
Mr. Wilson folded his ever-present
newspaper and swatted him with it. “Breathe, young man.”
A Perfect Brew
Destination Romance Book 1.5
Dan Lewis is a man on a journey—and not just the summer tour
of Prague. He’s escaping his past and embracing the sweetness of his new love
and new career with equal fervor. But old instincts are strong. When his
younger sister, who he’s taken care of all his life, joins them for her
graduation trip, it stirs bitter memories of their history and all the things
he did to keep them safe.
Lacey Devere is savoring every drop of summer, visiting romantic locales and
reveling in long, steamy nights with Dan. She dumped her past mistakes down the
drain and embarked on their bold new future together. However, she’s learning
love is more than just sugar and cream.
Together Dan and Lacey learn true love means accepting your partner’s
imperfections and blending the bitter with the sweet. And sometimes, the best
family is the one you find for yourself.
Dan
sauntered into the hotel lobby, hand in hand with Lacey. A few paces in, she
wrapped her free hand around his arm, slowing them enough for Dylan to get a
few steps ahead. She rested her head against his shoulder and smiled at him. He
grinned, watching his sister, frozen on the green and blue mosaic tile floor,
staring around in open-mouthed wonder.
Honestly,
he’d had the exact same reaction the first time he walked into this hotel. Almost
forgot to look for security cameras. He found them easily now: main
entrance, front desk, concierge desk, and elevator bank. A tinkling fountain
marked the center of the two-story lobby. Potted palm trees created intimate
corners, and armchairs and settees upholstered in soft blue velvet nestled
among the greenery.
Dylan
wandered over to the gleaming glass enclosure, stretching to the skylights. She
touched her fingertips to the window and a peacock stirred and blinked its
beady eyes at her. A moment later, it unfurled its glorious tail feathers and
took a few mincing steps closer to the glass. She glanced over her shoulder at
them. “Okay, now I understand why you do this. Wow. Just…”
“Wow?”
Lacey asked, tugging Dan by the hand.
A
uniformed bruiser Dan pegged as security frowned at Dylan’s attire, but then
noticed her teal Dolce Vita wristband and subsided with a gracious smile and
nod.
“Very
wow.” Dylan flung her arms around Dan. “You’re the best big brother ever. Thank
you.”
He kissed her temple. “You’re
welcome.”
“Are
they all like this? All the hotels you stay in?”
“Well,
all the hotels the company uses are five or six stars, but this one’s pretty
spectacular, even by their standards. Why don’t we get you settled, then we can
walk around and explore the neighborhood a bit?”
“And
find the nearest source of non-snack bar coffee?”
He
rolled his eyes affectionately and steered her toward the shining brass
elevators with filigree peacocks rendered on their doors.
A Perfectly Imperfect
Holiday
Destination Romance Book 2
Lacey Devere is looking forward to her first holiday season
with the love of her life. Unfortunately, her sister’s wedding wiped her out.
But is it just stress? Or are she and Dan facing the prospect of another
passenger on their new journey together?
Dan Lewis thought he had it all—a new legitimate career and an amazing woman he
loves. But his beginning is off to a rocky start. A robbery took place on the
last tour, and he has no alibi. Can he live down his past, or will his and
Lacey’s first holiday season together be their last?
As the Christmas tour progresses through London, Amsterdam, Nuremberg, and
Vienna, they’ll deal with everything from bungled reservations to lost
luggage—as well as a couple of life’s biggest questions—with their trademark
blend of humor and love. Most of all, they’ll figure out how to build a life
together.
They were staying at
the “fairy castle” hotel again. The doorman bowed and a waft of spicey pine
scent from the fresh greenery tickled Dan’s nose as they entered.
Christmas trees of
various sizes adorned in shades of blue, white, and silver replaced the cream
and pink floral displays from their previous stay. A majestic gingerbread
castle held pride of place on a satin-draped display table in the center of the
lobby—thankfully with no rampaging soccer fans to destroy it.
Tasteful
instrumental holiday music played quietly over the sound system. Everything was
neat and polished and in its place. An aura of peaceful late-night quiet
prevailed.
The desk clerk
smiled broadly and gestured to an enticing tower of pale blue and white
macarons which stood on the front desk. “Gruss Gott.”
“Gruss Gott,”
Lacey replied, reaching for a cookie.
Dan adjusted his
sling irritably. “Dan Lewis and Lacey Devere, with the Dolce Vita holiday
tour.”
“Of course, sir. We
understand from your hostess that one of your bags has yet to arrive. We took
the liberty of prechecking you into your suite and having the remainder of your
luggage delivered. Your bathroom is fully stocked with complimentary toiletries,
but if there is anything else we can supply, please call and we will be more
than happy to assist you.” He tapped a few keys on his computer, then slid a
key pack across the counter.
Dan eyed it
suspiciously. “You have our reservation?”
“Certainly, Herr
Lewis. Dolce Vita travelers are among our most elite guests. We are delighted
to welcome you and will of course do whatever we can to assist you with your
stay.”
Dan still didn’t
take the key pack. “And this is for a clean room?”
The bewildered clerk
nodded.
“With no one else in
it?”
Another nod.
“The door locks? And
the world champion sports ball fans aren’t having a wild party on our floor?”
The clerk edged
subtly away from the desk.
“The building’s not
on fire?”
“Perhaps Herr Lewis
would care to speak to the manager on duty?”
A security guard
dressed in a dark blue blazer emerged from the back office. He nodded
pleasantly while exuding a distinct aura of “don’t mess with me.”
Lacey laid her warm
hand on Dan’s good arm and squeezed gently while offering a bright smile to the
desk clerk. “I’m sure it’s fine. We’ve had…issues…with our accommodations this
trip.”
The clerk stared at
her wide-eyed. “Apparently so.”
“And on that note,
the missing piece of luggage is my garment bag. It’s got my gown for the New
Year’s Eve ball, so I’d appreciate a call whenever it’s delivered. The night
manager can wake me up—I don’t care. I just want to know it’s safe.”
“Of course,
Fräulein. Should you wish, our concierge would be happy to provide a list of
fine clothing establishments in the area.”
“I hope that won’t
be necessary but thank you. Are there any parcels for us?”
The clerk checked
his computer. “Not at this time. Should any arrive, they will be delivered to
your suite.”
“Thank you. You’ve
been very helpful.” She elbowed Dan.
“Yeah…thanks.”
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Dan slumped onto a
couch covered in elaborate ice blue brocade. His movements dislodged several
slippery satin cushions, which tumbled to the floor. A Christmas tree decorated
with shimmering blue glass baubles and white velvet ribbon swags stood in the corner.
Glittering silver icicles tipped the branches. Fairy lights draping the tree
and mantel cast a soft glow over the space.
Lacey returned from
a walk-through of their suite and sat next to him, sending even more cushions
cascading to the carpet. “Hey, guess what? It’s a nice clean room, with no one
else in it, it’s a reasonable temperature, the doors lock, and there’s hot water.
How’s that for a Christmas miracle?”
“It looks like a
blue satin cushion factory exploded in here,” he grumbled.
“If they’d exploded,
the room would be full of feathers, which it isn’t and please don’t give the
universe any ideas. It has enough of its own.” She nestled into his side,
filling his senses with hints of lavender and warmth. “It’s a beautiful room,
we can sit on the furniture, and the tub is big enough for both of us.”
“And I can’t soak in
it.”
You’re being a jerk. You realize that, right?
She rolled her eyes.
“You can rest your arm on a towel on the edge. There’s lots of plush blue and
white towels. The velvety kind.”
He snorted. “I’m
still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
She toyed with the
buttons on his shirt. “You know, right this second, you’re reminding me of a
very particular holiday character, and it’s not a flattering one.”
He exhaled
explosively and sagged against the back of the sofa. “I’m sorry. It’s just…this
whole trip, everything’s gone sideways.”
“And now we’re here
in a lovely room and it’s almost Christmas and can we please just try to enjoy
ourselves? Please?”
Perfect By Design
Destination Romance Book 2.5
Set amidst the magnificent architecture and Mediterranean
sunshine of Barcelona, Dan and Lacey design their perfect future. No matter
where in the world they travel, they know home is in each other’s arms.
Together their love is as strong as a Gothic cathedral’s granite foundation, as
whimsical as Gaudi’s bright-tiled dragon house, and as passionate as the Sant
Jordi festival’s red roses. Now all they need is to escape a lonely nanny and
her charge, and a womanizing architect long enough to settle a very important
question.
Dan
lolled against the doorframe, watching Lacey. He never needed an excuse, but
stretching up on her toes, running her fingertips along the top of a picture
frame did very interesting things to the hemline of her little flowered
sundress. Do I really get to have it all? The whole world, and her, too?
She’d
scrunched up her face adorably, concentrating on the project at hand, and he
had no willpower where she was concerned, so he strolled over and wrapped his
arms around her tiny waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and
pressed his lips to her pulse point.
“Babe?
Whatcha up to?” he mumbled against her skin.
She
relaxed into his arms and huffed a stray lock of hair out of her face. “The
wallpaper design was giving me a headache, so I thought it would be easier to
close my eyes and go by touch.”
He
dropped a kiss onto the top of her blonde head. “Clever.” Her familiar scent of
lavender and citrus, and something uniquely Lacey, enveloped him, heightening
his senses. Have we got time to check out that bed? There’s gotta be a
mattress somewhere under all those red brocade battering rams. Seriously, who
thinks a stiff cylinder covered in scratchy material is a good idea for a
pillow?
She
wriggled around in his embrace and slid her arms around his neck. “This would
be a really easy room to hide a mic or camera in. No one would look closely
enough to try and find it.”
He
kissed her forehead. “Except us.”
She
grinned, then pressed up on her toes and kissed his chin. “Except us.”
He
rubbed his thumbs over the thin material of her sundress. “And did you? Find
anything, I mean?” He hadn’t, but one never knew. Hence the standard security
check at every new destination.
“There’s
a camera focused on the elevator bank, and the fire stairs are at the left end
of the corridor.”
“Eight
doors down.”
“Picky.”
“Hey,
there was a night in Amsterdam—”
Lacey
shuddered and burrowed against him. “Please don’t remind me.”
Okay…enough
teasing. “How about some dinner? Barcelona has amazing cuisine.”
She
narrowed her eyes. “Like what?”
He
kept his tone carefully nonchalant. “Oh, all sorts of things—local seafood and
game-”
“That’s
code for things I won’t touch with a ten-foot fork.”
“What
have you got against rabbit—”
“Eww!
Rabbits are for cuddling, not eating!”
“They
are here.” She cringed and made a gagging noise.
“Or
squid?”
“Gross.
Just gross.”
“So,
we’re in one of the culinary wonderlands of the world and you’re gonna go look
for a burger joint?”
“If
I have to.”
“What
could entice you to try a regional delicacy?”
“No
bunny rabbits and no squid. I mean it!”
“How
do you feel about snails?”
“How
do you feel about sleeping on the couch?”
He
eyed the stiff brocade monstrosity. “That couch?” The Chesterfield in question
was upholstered in red, with a pattern worked in shiny gold thread. It made him
itchy just looking at it from across the room. It looked as though a quarter
would bounce right off. A good sofa invited you to sink into its cushioned
embrace. That thing looked like it would snigger haughtily while he slid to the
floor.
She
smirked. “That couch.”
He
shook his head in defeat and amusement. “Fine. You win…this time.”
She
smirked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “I usually do.”
Oh,
is that how it’s gonna be? Game on. “Let’s go find you a burger. But I will find
something local you’ll like.”
“You
can try.
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