In Reign of Secrets, diplomacy meets danger, and the past may be the deadliest
weapon of all.
Praise for Reign of Secrets
"A gripping, timely story... that masterfully blends that warrior ethos with
today's geopolitical reality, as Whit Ransom confronts Vladimir Putin's
ruthless ambition to resurrect an empire."
- Lt. Col. James Reese (Ret.), US Army Delta Force Operator
"Through this historical thriller, Reign of Secrets offers a captivating
glimpse into the essence of what it means to follow in the footsteps of
legends..."
- Morten Andersen, "The Great Dane", Member, NFL Hall of Fame
"A masterfully crafted tale that explores how the West's adversaries subtly
challenge the narratives of history - reshaping symbols, exploiting
weaknesses, reframing legacies, and testing the resilience of democratic
values and the international order."
-Lt. General Ed Cardon (Ret.), former Commander, US Army Cyber Command
About the Author
James P. Cain’s remarkable career has spanned the fields of law,
business, politics, sports and international diplomacy. From volunteering on
Ronald Reagan's first Presidential campaign, being featured on CBS's 60
Minutes at the age of 27, to becoming a partner in an international law firm,
serving as President of the NHL Carolina Hurricanes, and later as U.S.
Ambassador to Denmark, Ambassador Cain has operated at the highest levels of
leadership and public service for over five decades.
A personal encounter with Islamic terrorism in 2016 became the catalyst for
writing Reign of Secrets.
Reign of Secrets is the first in a series of Whit Ransom novels.
His first book, The American, written during the last few months of his
diplomatic service, was a Bestseller in Denmark.
Ambassador Cain and his family live in North Carolina.
Gina M. Bennett is here to tell us about If Two of Them Are Dead, historical fiction, spy thriller.
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Spy Thriller / Historical Fiction
Date Published: October 9, 2025
Publisher: Manhattan Book Group
Two spies. Two centuries. One mistake that erases the United States of
America.
When Ruth, a modern-day CIA counterintelligence officer, uncovers signs of a
mole no one believes exists—a potential fourth Soviet spy left over from
the Cold War—her investigation is abruptly derailed by an impossible
event. Thrown back through time to the American Revolutionary War, Ruth finds
herself face-to-face with Agent 355, the legendary—and still
unidentified—female spy of George Washington’s Culper Ring.
Separated by 250 years yet bound by shared instincts, courage, and tradecraft,
the two women quickly recognize each other as fellow intelligence officers.
Together, they uncover a covert plot that, if left unchecked, will alter the
course of history itself—resulting in a chilling alternate reality: the
British States of America.
When Ruth returns to the present, the world she knew is gone. The United
States no longer exists. Instead, she is working for MI7, piecing together
clues that link her failed mole hunt to the catastrophic change she triggered
in 1780. To restore history—and democracy—Ruth must find a way to
repair the past without destroying the future.
If Two of Them Are Dead reimagines Agent 355 as the founding mother of
American intelligence, bringing her out of historical anonymity and into a
gripping narrative that celebrates the often-unrecognized role of women in
espionage. The novel explores how effective spycraft transcends
time—relying on deception close to truth, strategic disinformation,
vigilance, and counter-surveillance—while highlighting the unique
advantages women have historically brought to intelligence work precisely
because they were underestimated.
Blending spy thriller, historical fiction, and science fiction, this novel is
both a pulse-pounding adventure and a reflection on the enduring threats to
democracy. Ruth’s unresolved mole investigation seamlessly sets the
stage for future books in the series—without leaving readers stranded on
a cliffhanger.
Perfect for fans of espionage thrillers, time-travel fiction, Revolutionary
War history, and readers eager to uncover America’s best-kept secrets as
the nation approaches its semiquincentennial.
About the Author
Gina M. Bennett is a retired senior intelligence professional who served
34 distinguished years at the Central Intelligence Agency, where she built a
legacy as one of the most influential counterterrorism analysts in U.S.
history. She is widely recognized for producing the first official U.S.
government warnings identifying Osama bin Laden and al-Qaeda as a serious and
growing threat, years before the attacks of September 11, 2001.
Bennett’s analysis and leadership played a critical role in shaping
early U.S. counterterrorism strategy and later supported the global manhunt
for bin Laden following 9/11. Throughout her career, she was known for
intellectual rigor, moral clarity, and an unwavering commitment to public
service.
Her work and expertise have been featured in major documentaries and media
outlets, including Netflix, Showtime, HBO, PBS, 60 Minutes, Newsweek, The
Atlantic, and The New York Times, as well as leading podcasts such as
Intelligence Matters, True Spies, The Burn Bag, Spy Chat, and In the Room.
Drawing on decades of real-world intelligence experience, Bennett now brings
her deep understanding of espionage, history, and human sacrifice into
fiction—crafting stories that illuminate the often-hidden individuals
whose courage helped shape nations. Her writing bridges historical
intelligence, national security, and the untold contributions of women whose
legacies deserve recognition.
Ron Elcombe is here to tell us about The Legacy of a Lie, contemporary fiction.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Contemporary Fiction
Date Published: January 15, 2026
Publisher: Windy Ridge Publishing
The Legacy of a Lie unravels a web of family secrets when the past
resurfaces, threatening everything its keepers tried to protect. At its center
is Maarit McDonough Malone, a brilliant yet flawed budding opera singer whose
scandalous choices ripple across generations.
Her daughters—Kay, a celebrated mezzo-soprano, and Anna, a self-doubting
composer—must confront the emotional fallout of their mother’s
long-buried lies. Alongside them are a young, truth-seeking journalist, a
lawyer, and a priest, all carrying the weight of secrets they are
professionally and morally bound to keep.
Set in the haunting beauty of Minnesota’s river bluffs and Lake
Superior’s North Shore, this is a story of legacy and
redemption—of truth breaking through the cracks of deception and healing
in the wake of generations of silence.
About the Author
Ron Elcombe is a professor emeritus at Winona State University (MN), where he
taught various advertising and mass communication courses for 25 years. His
eclectic career encompasses teaching instrumental music, as well as sales and
marketing roles for multiple companies. He has been published in the Lake
Country Journal and several professional academic journals and has attended
seminars on fiction writing at the Iowa Summer Writers Festival. "The Legacy
of a Lie" is the first book in a three-novel series. He resides in Rochester,
Minnesota, with his wife, Sharon, and enjoys summers on the golf course and at
the family cabin in northern Minnesota.
Emily Carrington is here to tell us about Tilthos Pack, LGBTQ, dark fantasy, shifters.
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LGBTQ, Dark Fantasy, Shifters
Date Published: January 16 2026
Lovers who have stood the test of time find themselves on unsteady ground. Can
their love prevail despite the terror working its way through the pack?
Wedding a Genie: Mark and Luke are getting married… or are they?
Mark’s pride may not allow him to show how he feels to a roomful of his
nearest and dearest.
The Mating Ceremony: Ethan and Jeremy have been forced into a mating ceremony.
Can their love survive their pack traditions?
The Separation: Separated by hundreds of miles and a promise, Charlie and Luis
long for each other. Will their love survive?
A Solstice Sundering: When Ethan is ordered back to the pack, his strained
relationship with Jeremy comes to the forefront. Can they weather this storm?
Uncertain Foundations: Lovers who have stood the test of time find themselves
on unsteady ground. Can their love prevail?
Excerpt from Wedding a Genie
Mark paced. He was dressed, finally, in his coat and tie, his hair tamed. He
looked almost the same as he did every day for work, except this was a tux,
not just a suit. And it wasn’t black, like the majority of his dress
clothes. Luke had picked out a soft brown garment that complemented
Mark’s deep tan and his dark brown hair. The tie he wore was the same
blue as his eyes. The tie clip, which he hadn’t even known was a thing
until Luke produced it, was golden and in the shape of a dragon.
He looked good.
But he longed to rip off all his clothes and go for a swim in the Gulf of
Mexico.
Someone knocked on the door to the “groom’s” changing room
on the boat he and Luke had rented for their wedding. Mark quit pacing and
forced his hands not to shake. “Come in.”
His brother, Jonathan, stepped in and shut the door. “Are you all
right?”
Mark scowled. “Why?”
To his surprise, Jonathan didn’t snap right back. “Because I was
nervous as hell when I got married to Becca,” he said quietly “And
you haven’t known Luke half as long as I knew Becca before I proposed.
“Besides, Mark,” he added, “I know you. Making a change like
this is difficult at the best of times and you’ve just been promoted.
You’re trying to get your feet under you.”
Mark let out a long sigh. “You’re right, I’m nervous. I love
him, I want to be with him for the rest of my life. Why am I so
jittery?”
“Like I said, it’s a big change.” Jonathan turned for the
door.
“That’s it? You’re going to come in here, confront me about
my nerves, and then just walk out?”
“You’re calmer now,” Jonathan pointed out.
Mark huffed a laugh. “I still want to go for a swim in the gulf.”
“As long as you get back here in time to dry yourself off, I don’t
see why that’s a problem. It’s almost an hour
before…” Jonathan tilted his head and said, “Or maybe
Luke’s presence would help.”
Mark’s tension rocketed up from a five all the way to a ten.
“Luke?” he squeaked.
Jonathan left the room and Luke stood in the doorway with two tall glasses in
his hands. “I know we’re not supposed to see each other before the
wedding,” Luke said, sounding apologetic. “But do you mind if I
come in?”
Mark took two steps back and gestured his soon-to-be-husband inside. Luke used
his magic to close the door without touching it.
“Showoff,” Mark teased weakly.
“Genie prerogative,” Luke answered. He took a sip from the glass
in his left hand and offered Mark the other one.
It was a rum and Coke; Mark sensed that even before he could smell the
contents. Luke knew what relaxed him. “You could feel my agitation all
the way from the other side of the boat, huh?” he asked as he sipped.
And then took a little more because Luke just made this particular drink so
perfectly.
Luke, being a genie, Mark’s former genie, had a connection to
Mark’s emotions. Sort of like the telepathic link Mark had to Luke,
although in that case it was because of Mark’s dragon genetics. For
Luke, it had everything to do with the rules that governed his species. Or at
least that was what he and Mark had decided. Probably, if SearchLight ever
chose to study genies more thoroughly, they would find a different, or at
least more exact, answer.
Luke nodded, his golden eyebrows drawn together in a worried frown. He set his
glass on a handy table and crossed to Mark. “What’s wrong?”
Damn, but Luke looked good. Mark traced the lapel of his lover’s tux.
Brown, like Mark’s, but a lighter shade. Luke had really coordinated
everything. “You look like a sex god,” Mark murmured.
That got him a brief smile but then Luke’s serious expression returned.
“Talk to me, my Mark. What’s making you so jumpy?”
Mark didn’t know how to lay hands on the source of his nervousness and
so he simply shook his head. He, too, set his glass down and wrapped his arms
tightly around Luke, resting his cheek against his lover’s shoulder. His
whole body wanted to shake and he held it at bay. He felt so safe in
Luke’s embrace.
“Okay, so this is helping,” Luke correctly interpreted. “I
can just hold you during the whole ceremony if you want.”
Mark tensed. “I don’t want…” He stepped back.
The look on Luke’s face was that of a stricken calf.
Mark hugged him close again. “It’s not you, it’s me, and I
know that sounds like a crock of shit but…” He rubbed
Luke’s back. “Please understand… I’m sorry… I
don’t know how to explain but I’m so sorry…” He let
his words fade away as Luke placed a gentle kiss on his hair. Mark
couldn’t help thinking he shouldn’t feel this way, not when he was
the head of a whole damned department, he’d known Luke for three plus
years, and he all but worshiped the ground his genie lover walked on. Why was
he feeling so defensive?
“I’m feeling vulnerable,” he whispered as the truth made
itself known.
Luke’s voice in his ear was unfailingly soothing and warm. “If you
want, we can postpone or…” His swallow was audible in
Mark’s ear.
About the Author
Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host
of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily
has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate
quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her
website.
Marteeka Karland is here to tell us about Rancor, Kiss of Death MC, motorcycle club romance, suspense, and age gap.
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(Kiss of Death MC)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: January 16, 2026
A broken man, a wary woman, and a past that wants blood -- love has
never been more dangerous.
Cora -- Survival is my full-time job. Delivering groceries to the Kiss of
Death MC should’ve been just another stop… until Rancor stepped
out of the shadows and looked at me like he already knew my secrets. His quiet
strength is wrapped in scars and heat. He’s the kind of man who could
break the world but touches me like I’m the only soft thing he’s
got left. I should run. Instead, I keep driving through those gates, craving
the one man who makes me feel safe in ways I don’t dare say out loud.
Rancor -- I buried my heart years ago. Grief, violence, and prison killed
anything left inside me, and I was glad. It meant I didn’t have to feel
anything. Then Cora walked into the compound and cracked me open with a single
glance. She’s brave without meaning to be, a storm in a small frame, and
the first woman to make me feel anything since the night my life ended. One
touch, and I knew I’d protect her with my last breath. One kiss and I
knew I’d kill for her. I’ve already lost too much to lose her,
too. Especially not to the same family who already ruined my life.
EXCERPT
Cora
The gates of the Kiss of Death MC compound loomed ahead, iron and rust and
threat. I knew the place was called Kiss of Death because there was a big-ass
sign on the gate. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel of my beat-up
sedan. No one wanted to deliver here, and for good reason. My second delivery
here felt even worse.
The first time I could blame ignorance, on not knowing better. This time I
drove through those gates with full knowledge of what waited inside. At least,
I hoped I did. The people inside these gates had been nothing but kind to me.
Tipped well, too. I still found it hard to let my guard down in a place
literally named Kiss of Death.
The sedan’s engine coughed as I pressed the accelerator. The sound
seemed too loud, even in a place that could get noisy. The rumble of a bike
starting up had me jumping. As the guy caught sight of me, he froze and shut
down the bike. Next thing I knew he was rolling backward, pushing the bike
with his feet until he returned to the inside of the garage. I rolled forward,
past the gates.
Camo netting stretched between the buildings, creating shadows in the
afternoon light. The warehouses formed a perfect square like some kind of
military precision in architecture. If I didn’t need the money, I
definitely wouldn’t be here.
The main building rose ahead. I’d been directed there last time, so I
aimed for the same spot. I thought about the envelope from my first delivery.
Cash, all of it, with a tip that equaled half the order total. That money had
bought groceries for a week, gas for two. It had been the difference between
making rent on time and asking my landlord for another extension I
wouldn’t get.
The parking area materialized ahead. I pulled in next to a row of motorcycles,
their chrome catching the filtered light through the netting. My sedan looked
all kinds of wrong among them.
I shifted into park and killed the engine. The silence felt worse than the
noise. Now I could hear everything. Distant music from somewhere inside the
compound. Male voices, laughing. It all sounded so normal I wanted to laugh at
myself. Obviously they’d been grateful to get someone to deliver here
and had treated me well. The phone app tracked my movements, kind of like a
safeguard, so I really had little to worry about. I hoped.
My fingers fumbled with the door handle. Metal, cold against my palm. I pushed
it open and the hinges squeaked, announcing my presence to anyone within
earshot. The air outside tasted different than in my car. Heavier. It carried
scents I couldn’t identify; motor oil and something sharp underneath,
something that made my lizard brain want to run.
Movement from the clubhouse caught my eye. Hannah bounded out waving as she
hurried to me. She’d been the one to meet me last time.
She hurried toward me with an easy confidence and a bright, genuine smile I
envied. Her dark hair caught the filtered light, pulled back from her face in
a way that revealed high cheekbones and those striking hazel eyes. She wore
jeans and a simple T-shirt, and a black leather vest. I’d noticed last
time the vest was similar to her husband’s, though the back proclaimed
her as “Property of Knuckles” where his simply said “Kiss of
Death MC” and “Nashville, TN”. It sounded barbaric, but this
woman didn’t seem oppressed in any way. In fact, when I met her the last
time, her husband had dropped a kiss on top of her head as he’d passed
her and hadn’t let Hannah carry anything from the car.
I raised a hand in an awkward wave, immediately feeling stupid for the
gesture. But Hannah’s expression softened further, and she picked up her
pace. I moved to the back of my car and lifted the trunk lid, ready to help
her unload.
“You came back.” Hannah’s voice held a warm welcome that
seemed impossible in this place. She stopped a few feet from my car, close
enough to be friendly but far enough to respect boundaries. “I
wasn’t sure you would.”
“The order came through.” I tried to keep my voice steady,
professional. “Same as last time.”
“And you accepted it.” Something shifted in her expression, a
subtle approval that made me stand a little straighter. “Most drivers
reject anything with our address. The guys haven’t done anything, but
this many ex-cons in one place makes people nervous, I guess.” She
frowned. “People tend to overlook the good they do. Not every person
guilty of bad things are bad people.”
I tilted my head to the side. “You know, I never thought about it that
way. But you’re right. I shouldn’t judge people unless they give
me reason to.” I looked away, suddenly ashamed of myself.
“I’d be in a world of hurt if people judged me by what they saw on
the surface.”
“Hey.” Hannah moved closer, reaching out to touch my shoulder
gently. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. We truly are
grateful someone is willing to give us all a chance.” She smiled,
squeezing my shoulder gently before dropping her hand.
“Um, can I ask a question?” I didn’t know why I asked her,
but once I had, I intended to follow through.
“Of course.” She looked pleasantly curious.
“I saw a guy when I first came in today. He came out of that
building,” I pointed back the way I’d come. “But he turned
off his bike and rolled back into the shadows.” I swallowed hard. If
I’d gotten too nosy I might well have crossed a line I shouldn’t
have. But it was odd! Also, I might be feeling a little paranoid. But to my
surprise, Hannah only smiled.
“The guys know this place isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. They
also know that some people are scared of the noise, to say nothing of the men
themselves. There’s not one of them who doesn’t look scary as
hell.” She grinned. “But every single one of them sat through and
energetically participated in the Christmas party they had for the women and
children in the shelter they help protect. The kids adore them all.”
Before I could respond, movement behind her drew my attention. Another figure
emerged from the clubhouse, moving with a deliberate slowness that made every
step feel intentional.
My breath caught. He was big. Tall and broad-shouldered, and big in the way
that suggested power held in careful check. His shoulders stretched a gray
T-shirt to its limits.
His head was shaved clean, and somehow, the man was more intimidating for its
starkness. But it was his face that made my fingers tighten on the grocery bag
I still held. Weathered. Lined with stress that had carved deep grooves around
his mouth and between his eyebrows. He looked like a man who’d forgotten
how to relax, if he’d ever known.
He approached with that same measured pace, each footfall deliberate. The way
he moved reminded me of documentaries I’d seen about predators. Not
rushing. Never rushing. Because predators didn’t need to hurry when they
knew their prey couldn’t escape. My heart, which had just started to
calm, kicked back into overdrive.
“Cora, this is Rancor.” Hannah gestured between us, casually as if
introducing neighbors at a barbecue. Thank God she didn’t notice my
discomfort because how embarrassing would that be? “He’s going to
help with the groceries.”
His gaze met mine, and I forced myself not to look away even though every
instinct screamed at me to drop my gaze. His eyes were dark, nearly black in
the shadow of the camo netting, and he studied me with an intensity that made
my skin prickle.
“Ma’am.” His voice was quiet and rough, as if he
didn’t use it much.
“Hi.” The syllable came out higher than I wanted. I cleared my
throat. “There are a lot of bags.” Brilliant conversational
skills, Cora. Truly impressive.
But Rancor just nodded, a single dip of his head, and moved past me to the
trunk. He smelled like soap and motor oil, the combination oddly intriguing.
I stepped back, giving him room.
He reached into the trunk and pulled out several bags at once, hoisting them
like they weighed nothing. His forearms flexed, muscles shifting under skin
decorated with what looked like a burn scar. Then he turned and walked toward
the clubhouse, that same deliberate pace.
“So.” Hannah’s voice pulled my attention back to her.
She’d moved closer, filling the space Rancor had vacated. “You
deliver every day?”
“Most days.” I watched Rancor’s back as he walked away, the
way his T-shirt stretched across his shoulders. “Depends on the
orders.”
“That’s a lot of driving.” Hannah leaned against my car,
comfortable in a way I envied. “You like it?”
Did I like it? I liked eating. I liked having electricity. I liked not being
homeless. My job met those ends.
“It’s fine,” I said. “Flexible schedule.”
Hannah’s smile widened. Not mocking. Understanding. “Money
talks?”
“Sometimes, I guess.” No point in pretending otherwise. My car was
clean, inside and out, and I took care with my appearance. I didn’t have
anything fancy, nor did I know how to do makeup or anything, but I kept myself
clean, my clothes washed and pressed. Obviously, I didn’t have much, but
I had pride.
Rancor emerged from the clubhouse, empty-handed now, heading back toward us.
My pulse quickened at his proximity. Stupid. His presence made my pulse jump
and my body betray me. I’d seen good-looking men before, both nice guys
and dipshits. For some reason, though, this guy just did it for me when he
shouldn’t. Story of my life. Wanting things I had no business dreaming
about.
He reached the trunk and grabbed another few bags. This time when he lifted
them, his eyes cut to mine briefly. Just a flicker of contact, there and gone,
but it jolted through me like touching a live wire. I looked away first.
Examined my shoes as if they held the secrets of the universe.
“Where are you from?” Hannah asked, still making conversation like
this was normal, like we were normal people in a normal place.
“Here. Nashville.” I shifted my weight. “Well, just outside
the city.”
“You grow up here?”
“No.” The word came out clipped. I didn’t elaborate. Hannah
didn’t push. She seemed to have a way of paying attention to my body
language and feeling me out.
Hannah glanced toward Rancor, who was emerging from the clubhouse again. When
she looked back at me, something knowing glinted in her hazel eyes.
“I’m glad you came back. Hopefully I can make a friend because you
did.”
Rancor collected the last of the bags. His fingers brushed the trunk’s
edge near where mine rested. We weren’t touching, but we were close
enough that I felt the heat of his skin.
He straightened with the final bags and paused. Looked at me full-on, not just
a glance but actual eye contact that held for three long heartbeats. Then he
walked away, and I remembered how to breathe.
When I finally brought my attention back to Hannah, I found her watching me
with that same knowing expression, approval written in the curve of her mouth.
I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with danger and everything to
do with desire I had no business feeling.
Rancor must have set his load down somewhere because he now stood near the
clubhouse door, hands loose at his sides, watching us. Watching me. The weight
of his gaze pressed against my skin like humidity before a storm.
Hannah shifted closer, close enough that her voice dropped to something almost
conspiratorial. “You know,” she said, quiet enough that Rancor
probably couldn’t hear her. “You couldn’t pick a better
protector than any of the men from Kiss of Death.”
The words hit me wrong. Too direct. Too knowing. Like she’d reached
inside my head and pulled out thoughts I hadn’t fully formed yet.
“I’m just delivering groceries.” I kept my voice light,
aiming for casual and probably missing by miles. “I don’t need
protection.”
But even as I said the words, I felt the lie in them. I was one bad
day’s work away from being homeless. I lived in a really shitty part of
town because I couldn’t afford anything better.
Hannah’s smile suggested she heard everything I didn’t say.
“Of course.” I didn’t know what to do with the implication
hanging between us. That I needed protecting. That I might want protecting.
Or, more aptly, that the men here, Rancor specifically, could provide the
safety I longed for.
The idea should have offended me. I’d spent years learning to protect
myself, to need no one, to be self-sufficient in every way that mattered.
I’d always been stubborn. At least, I had been after I left my
parents’ sphere of influence.
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife
by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in
spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable
heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful
ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are
speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined
with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a
sigh from her readers.
Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband
with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for
preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts
(which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with
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Stacy Eaton is here to tell us about her Loving a Young series, steamy small-town romances.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Six Siblings.
Six Steamy Romances.
One Small Town.
Wesley
Loving a Young Book 1
by Stacy Eaton
Genre: Steamy Small-Town Romance
An overprotective
mother, an injured child, and a handsome doctor. Can an accident create a
family?
Charlotte Bennett is not a fan of strangers. She reacts without listening when
she sees a man touching her daughter at the park. It’s only later when her
daughter is rushed to the hospital, that Charlotte realizes how wrong she had
been to accuse the stranger of inappropriate behavior.
Doctor Wesley Young only wanted to help the tender-aged girl he witnessed fall,
but when her mother attacks him at the park, he’s left stunned. When little
Marisol arrives in the emergency department, the mother makes more of an
impression on him than the cut she left on his face.
Things heat up quickly when Marisol is no longer Wes’s patient, but when
traumatic things from Charlotte’s past are revealed, Wes isn’t sure that
Charlotte is the woman for him. Can Charlotte find a way to explain it all so
that Wes will accept both her and her daughter?
The Loving a Young Series is a steamy adult romance series
comprising of six books. While these books are all standalone romances, the
characters will be seen throughout the series. They will also be found in the
five-book spin-off Loving a Winston Series. An additional Spin-Off
Series is projected to start publishing in 2025 and is entitled Loving
a Lancaster Series. It is currently slated for eight books
Ever the optimist,
Roxy is excited about the future, but when she finds out about the sexy
Paramedic’s past, can you get over it?
Being a wedding planner is hard, especially when someone always tries to steal
your business, and your family doesn’t support you. However, Roxanne Novak is
determined to keep her business afloat—no matter what. When Roxy is in a car
accident hurrying to meet a potential bride, she’s injured and scared, but
paramedic Henley Young takes excellent care of her.
Henley loves his job and thrives on the adrenaline of helping people in need.
Maybe that’s why when he meets Roxy, he’s inclined to help her with more than
just medical care. Hooking her up with his older brother Wesley and his
bride-to-be could be just what she needs. It might also be the start of
something between Henley and the spunky little wedding planner.
With a surprise job offer Roxy, she finds herself rethinking her entire
business plan. Excited at the prospect and another chance, Roxy and Henley
begin making plans. After Roxy accidentally learns of Henley’s past
relationship, everything she knew about him is questioned.
Can Roxy and Henley put the past to bed and move forward to something that
might be more than what either had ever hoped for?
When Daniella’s life
is threatened again, can she pull herself out of her fictional world long
enough to see the truth?
Daniella Knight works hard to create suspenseful and romantic tales, but she
shutters herself from the world after a violent interaction with a fan. When
her house catches on fire, she and her protection dog, Tigger, are forced to
rely on the help of strangers.
Huntley Young loves being in the thick of the action—especially if that action
has something to do with his job as a firefighter. When Huntley stops the
homeowner from returning inside the house, he has no clue that he just placed
himself firmly in the hero department of her latest book.
As Hunt and Daniella get to know each other, Daniella’s creative mind sometimes
has trouble separating reality and fiction. When danger strikes again, will
Daniella be able to see what is right in front of her, or will her past trauma
protect her while hiding inside her romantic fictional world?
The Loving a Young Series is a steamy adult romance series
comprising of six books. While these books are all standalone romances, the
characters will be seen throughout the series. They will also be found in the
five-book spin-off Loving a Winston Series. An additional Spin-Off
Series is projected to start publishing in 2025 and is entitled Loving
a Lancaster Series. It is currently slated for eight books.
Will Riley finally
admit that she’s in love with Ethan, or will she lose him forever?
Riley is always the life of the party, and Ethan is there to pick her up and
keep her together. He knows her almost as well as she knows herself, and he
knows she will never love him as he does her.
Now Ethan wants more out of life and love, but Riley continues to deny her
feelings and insists they are only friends with benefits. When a training
opportunity comes up that will get Ethan out of town for months, he jumps on
it—finally, a way to get over Riley and move on.
With Ethan gone and a new guy in her life, Riley deals with several emotional
issues without the help of her best friend. A family emergency has Ethan
feeling lost without Riley to lean on, but he refuses to go to her and seeks
solace with another.
Will Riley make the right choices and finally admit how she feels, or will she
find herself alone and falling further down the rabbit hole?
When Kayley falls for
a younger man, can she learn to accept her feelings, or will she lose something
she didn’t even know she wanted?
Kayley Young’s life is about to undergo a few profound changes. Independent
Kayley Young is a real estate agent in New York and loves her life as a single
woman. She’s not one to get tied down and leaves the baby-making to her
siblings.
Officer Cameron Sexton is new on the job, a veteran of the military, and proud
of his dedication to the job. Unfortunately, he finds himself annoyed at his
lackadaisical sergeant, who should hang up his gun belt before getting someone
hurt. When Cameron is dispatched to a burglary, he meets Kayley Young and is
instantly attracted to her. Cameron has a feeling she reciprocates those
feelings, except she’s a little leery that he is ten years younger than her.
When Kayley’s life starts taking a turn for the worst, she depends more on the
attractive young man she has let into her bed for fun than she intended. Her
original thought of enjoying the moment starts to last longer, but Kayley’s not
sure that dating a man ten years her junior is wise for the long haul.
Especially with the rest of the changes that have happened in her life. Can
Kayley come to terms with the age difference, or will her family sway her away
from the younger man?
Bradley is set in his
ways, but when his sister asks for him to help her friend, he finds more than
he bargained for.
Bradley Young is the eldest sibling of the Young family and the only one
previously married. After losing his wife to cancer, he’s used to caring for
his two kids alone. The thought of dating is not something he’s interested in,
not with a busy construction business and a family that always needs help.
Nolan Nickels needed a change, and with the help of her good friend, Kayley,
she left New York and came to Millerstown to take a teaching position at the
middle school. She has always been a tomboy and loves to fix things with her
hands and play sports.
With a new house in her name, Nolan seeks out the perfect plan to get the house
ready so she can bring her two daughters home, but is her fixer-upper more than
she bargained for?
When Kayley finally gets Brad to stop by the house to check something, Brad
finds himself more than intrigued with the spitfire, Nolan. Will he finally
find the woman to spend his life with, or will she close the door on any
future?
Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Bestselling author and began her
writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took early retirement from law
enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016 due to a second serious
concussion. Her last three years on the job were in investigations and crime
scene investigation. She now writes full-time.
Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband,
who works in law enforcement. She has a daughter in college and a son who is
currently serving in the United States Navy.
Stacy writes a variety of genres, but mostly romance. She
enjoys writing real-life stories that people can relate to with real-life
problems, emotions, and solutions.
Her favorites: Classic cars, photography, Disney, music,
coffee, and her favorite sweatshirt that says, You are dangerously close to
getting killed in my next novel.
