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Olivia Hardin’s The Way You Drive Me Crazy (A Love & Found Prequel):
Can a simple drive lead to something as crazy as love?
Lacey: I’m not adventurous. I’m not a wild child. Crazy isn’t what I do. And I’m certainly not the kind of girl who gets into a car with a total stranger to go off on a wild goose chase. But losing my dad changed things and I’ve been on a mission to find out everything I can about our family heritage. So, if hitching a ride with a cute mechanic from Simoneaux Bayou is needed to track down the last mysterious piece of my genealogy… well, a girl’s gotta do at least one crazy thing in her life, right?
Luke: I’m just a grease-under-the¬-nails diesel mechanic. A mechanic who just happens to be the favorite nephew of one Betty Ruth… as in Betty Ruth’s Country Store. And if there’s one thing Betty Ruth loves, its to put her nephew to work. In her eyes I can fix just about anything, so its not that unusual to get a call from her about the “pretty little girl” who’s car is broken down out at Simoneaux Bayou. But this girl is all woman and its hard to keep my eyes off of her long enough to get a good look at her busted transmission. And when Aunt Betty tells me I have to drive the girl to Lafayette… well, I’m not gonna argue over getting to spend a few hours alone with the best-looking girl a mechanic like me has ever seen, am I?
When my parents moved off to Arkansas for Dad’s retirement, I’d decided to stay behind in their old house across the bridge in Texas. Even so, the bayou was still a second home to me, and I spent most of my weekends there, fishing and carousing with my friends and Aunt Betty’s. And it wasn’t unusual for my aunt to call on me out of the blue to repair a car or an appliance or even an A/C unit for the local church. According to her, I could fix just about anything.
I saw the car with the hood up in the lot next door to Betty Ruth’s, so I pulled in beside it instead of going directly to the store. On the phone she’d said, “pretty little girl,” so I figured the chances were good it was some high schooler with a dead battery, and I might as well be prepared to give her a jump.
I’d just started checking things out when I heard footsteps behind me. “I hope you’re Lukey,” a female voice called out.
“It’s Luke, not Lukey. You know how aunts can be.” I pulled the oil dipstick, replacing it when I saw it had plenty of clean oil. Apparently the “pretty little girl” was good about getting oil changes.
“I get it serviced regularly.”
There was a touch of defensiveness in her tone, and I grinned a little to myself. “Yeah, that’s good. So, what was it doing it exactly?”
“Started shifting funny. And making a kind of whizzing sound. I don’t know. Just didn’t feel right.”
“Hmm,” I grunted, head still under the hood. “Might be the transmission. Is this a ‘99? They had some problems with that model. How many miles do you have on it?”
“About a hundred fifty thousand,” she said, and this time her voice was closer. She’d inched in beside me, and I saw a pair of manicured hands take hold of the edge of the car as she bent over to see. I caught the scent of something flowery, like one of the lotions Aunt Betty liked to get at the mall in Port Arthur. Sweet but not too overpowering. I let my eyes study her hands, how slender and long her fingers were. How soft I thought they would probably feel.
As I backed a step from the vehicle, I looked down and caught sight of her legs. Long, slender, yet shapely legs that went on and on. My gaze followed her bare arms up until I caught sight of her face.
This “pretty little girl” was all woman.
Her eyes were brown, dark brown against flawless honeyed skin. There was a sprinkling of freckles across her nose, though I figured she tried to hide them with the little bit of makeup I firmly believed she didn’t need. Her lips were shaped like a heart, darkened a reddish tone by lipstick.
When our eyes met, she let her mouth drop open a little, smiling and stepping away as if she thought she was intruding on something. I instinctively reached into my back pocket for a rag, thinking of how dirty I probably looked. I wiped my hands on that scrap of material that was just as blackened with oil and dirt as my skin was, making any attempt to clean up pretty much pointless.
I was just a diesel mechanic. And this woman was an absolute knockout, with long blonde hair, straight as a board and so fine it reflected the sun in waves. Yeah, she was a looker and out of my league, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view.
My eyes took all of her in, from the tight little pink tank top to her black shorts and her strappy shoes. I didn’t hurry, lingering as I absorbed every curve and angle. When I found her gaze again, she had a slightly annoyed expression on her face. She tilted her head to the side.
“Are you going to check out my car now or what?”
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About the Author
When Olivia Hardin began having strange movie-like dreams in her teens, she had no choice but to begin putting them to paper. Before long the writing bug had her and she knew she wanted to be a published author. Several rejections plus a little bit of life later, and she was temporarily “cured” of the urge to write. That is until she met a group of talented and fabulous writers who gave her the direction and encouragement she needed to get lost in the words again.
Olivia’s attended three different universities over the years and toyed with majors in Computer Technology, English, History and Geology. Then one day she heard the term road scholar and she knew that was what she wanted to be. Now she “studies” anything and everything just for the joy of learning. She’s also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and she’s sometimes accused of being artistic.
A native Texas girl, Olivia lives in the beautiful Lone Star state with her husband, Danny and their puppy, Bonnie.
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BACK TO YOU is a complete standalone, and can be read as your first Kimberly Kincaid book or your twentieth.
BACK TO YOU is a steamy medical contemporary that has action in the emergency room and the bedroom!
BACK TO YOU in a spinoff series from Kimberly’s sexy Station Seventeen books. It stands completely alone, and does share a world with some very hot cops and steamy firefighters (who make cameos!) No cliffhangers, no spoilers, all red-hot HEA.
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Of all the ways Parker Drake had envisioned his first day as an intern, witnessing a sedan-versus-bike messenger that resulted in an open tib-fib before he’d even walked through the hospital doors hadn’t been in the top one thousand.
Being face to drop-jawed stare with the one woman he’d been certain he’d never lay eyes on again, and who probably hated him as passionately as he’d once loved her?
Had to be a one in a million.
The man in his arms groaned in pain, snapping time back into motion and Parker back to reality in less than a heartbeat.
“I need a little help over here,” Parker called out, and fucking great, Tess was here, too?
“What happened?” Charlie asked as Tess hollered for a gurney and a C-collar, both of which arrived astonishingly fast.
Parker blinked, his brain momentarily too swamped with adrenaline to form a reply. Focus. On something other than how the hell Charlie is here in front of you instead of far, far away in Nashville. Now would be good, since you’re holding a guy whose tibia is sticking out of his skin.
Well, that did the trick to redirect his thoughts from her, at least temporarily. Then again, work always did. “Mike Yoshida, got clipped by a Camry while riding his bike,” Parker said, placing the man on the gurney and diving right in to the bullet. “Obvious right lower leg deformity, GCS 12. No apparent head or neck trauma, no LOC.” The guy’s helmet was still firmly in place. Not that it had done his leg a lick of good, but at least that would be a hell of a lot easier to repair.
“Hi, Mr. Yoshida, I’m Dr. Michaelson, and this is Dr. Becker,” Tess said, but only after she’d shot a micro-frown in Parker’s direction that promised nothing good once their patient was stable. “We’re going to take care of you, okay?”
“O-okay.” He tried to nod, but Tess placed her hands firmly over the sides of his helmet to keep him still as Charlie grabbed the C-collar.
“Dr. Becker and I are going to put this around your neck. I know it’s not super comfortable, but we have to err on the side of caution until we can get a closer look at your spine.”
Charlie, who was in street clothes, and Tess, who wasn’t, had both gloved up to examine the man while a nurse guided the gurney past the automatic doors and into a curtain area.
“You didn’t think to call a paramedic instead of dragging him in here on your own?” Charlie asked, her red-gold brows pulled low in disapproval, as Tess continued her rapid trauma assessment on the patient.
Parker took a deep breath and reminded himself that he deserved every degree of chilliness Charlie wanted to offer. “I am a paramedic. Or I was for five years. Anyway”—he grabbed a pair of nitrile gloves from the dispenser box on the wall and slid them into place—“the accident happened less than a block away. Calling an ambo would’ve been stupid.”
Dropping her voice enough to keep it from the patient while Tess asked him a few more questions and examined his leg, Charlie said, “He was in an MVA, and you moved him without a C-collar. That is stupid.”
Shock popped Parker right in the solar plexus. “Seeing as how we were in the middle of a busy city street and the guy had already been hit by a car once, I thought getting him out of traffic might be prudent.”
“Parker—” she started, but he shook his head. As much as he wanted to, arguing with her was a bad idea for several reasons, none of them small. Anyway, he couldn’t change what he’d already done.
“Yes, I moved him,” Parker said quietly. “But I did an RTA in the field. He was alert and reactive, with no signs of a head or neck injury. He was in a lot of pain and had an open fracture, and I wanted to get him treated as fast as possible. So, I made a judgment call.”
If her expression was anything to go by, Charlie remained highly unimpressed. “So he didn’t present with any outward signs of a spinal injury,” she argued. “That doesn’t mean he’s fine. There could be any number of things going on that you can’t see.”
“I know that.” Parker had completed four years of medical school, nearly seven months of his first internship, and three of his five years at Station Seventeen as a lead paramedic. He was hardly a dumbass.
“This tib-fib is pretty straightforward,” Tess said loudly enough to grab both of their attention. She’d—damn—already cut away the patient’s jeans to reveal a nasty break, and splinted the injured leg to keep it stable. “Let’s get head and neck films to see what we’re dealing with otherwise.” She swung her stare to the dark-haired nurse who had appeared with the gurney and stuck around for the ride. “And page Dr. Sheridan, along with whoever’s on call for ortho, stat, please.”
“I’ve got the films, Dr. Michaelson,” Charlie said, her eyes on Tess’s very pregnant belly, and Parker’s throat went tight. But then Tess had stepped out of the curtain area and the nurse had produced two protective aprons, and Charlie was shooting the X-rays as easily as she’d order a fucking latte.
“Head and neck are clear,” she called to Tess a few seconds later, who returned to the curtain area and looked at the images on the portable monitor, nodding her agreement.
“It’s just my…leg that hurts.” The man’s labored grunt punctuated the claim, and Charlie—Christ, how was it possible that she’d gotten even prettier over the last six years—softened her gaze, leaning in toward him.
“Do you have any drug allergies, Mr. Yoshida?”
Another groan. “No.”
Charlie looked at the nurse. “Start an IV so we can get some pain meds on board while we wait for those consults. We’re also going to need to do a full set of films on that leg for ortho.”
“I can start the IV,” Parker offered, taking a step toward the supply cart beside the gurney. Anything would be better than just standing here, useless.
Charlie’s arm shot out, and even through his shirt and hers, the contact sizzled through him as if they’d touched intimately, skin on skin. “No. You absolutely cannot.”
“I’m qualified to do it,” he said. He’d started hundreds of lines. Maybe even thousands. For God’s sake, Charlie had been there when he’d learned how.
“You’re a paramedic,” Tess said, clearly on Team Charlie, and also clearly unaware that he’d tendered his resignation at Station Seventeen to return to medical school and had been placed here at Remington Mem for his internship, take two. “We have very capable nurses. You brought Mr. Yoshida in, but we’ve got it from here, Parker. You can go.”
His pulse slapped faster. “Actually, I—”
The curtain moved, the metal loops shushing along the track built in to the ceiling and stopping the rest of Parker’s words in his windpipe.
“Someone called for a—whoa, yeah. Surgical consult,” said Jonah Sheridan, who had appeared behind Tess. Parker recognized him, both from running patients in to the emergency department for the last five years and the semi-rare occasion that the staff at Remington Mem came to hang out at The Crooked Angel, where the first responders from Station Seventeen and the cops from the Thirty-Third precinct tended to gather.
Sheridan completed a quick but thorough perusal of the patient’s injury. Parker listened carefully as Tess gave the guy a brief rundown and the nurse started the IV, then again as Sheridan looked at the patient.
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Mike,” the guy groaned, leaning back against the gurney. “Mike Yoshida.”
“Well, Mr. Yoshida, I hope you like Jell-O, because you’re going to be here for a day or two. You definitely need surgery to repair that injury to your leg.” He turned toward the dark-haired nurse, who Parker belatedly recognized from his first internship six years ago, and damn. How could he have changed so much while this place had stood stock-still?
“Kelly, let’s get some antibiotics in that IV along with the pain meds Dr. Becker ordered, and call surgery to book an OR.” Dr. Sheridan rattled off a few more directives—specific medications and dosages, plus a rush on the X-rays Charlie had already ordered—then shifted to look at Parker, blond brows lifted in question.
“You’re the paramedic, right?”
S&*t. “Intern. Parker Drake.” Tugging off his still-spotless gloves, he extended his hand, trying as hard as he possibly could to un-hear the twin gasps of shock from Tess and Charlie.
“Huh,” Jonah said. “A new attending and a paramedic intern. The hits just keep on comin’. Okay, Mr. Yoshida.” He turned back toward the patient while Parker battled some shock of his own. Charlie was working here now? As an attending? Surely, he’d misunderstood. “Let’s get you ready for surgery, shall we?”
“OR three is open, Dr. Sheridan,” Kelly said, hanging up the wall-mounted phone. “They’re expecting you.”
“Perfect. We can do the films upstairs while I scrub in and get Dr. Mallory up to speed. Let’s go.”
Sheridan and Kelly wheeled the gurney from the curtain area. Now would normally be the time for everyone to scatter, with the patient stable and the handoff to a surgeon made. But since everything about the current situation was far from normal, Tess killed the four hundred-pound silence with a long, low exhale.
“I’m sorry. Did you just say you’re…”
“An intern. Starting today.” He looked at Charlie, whose expression was impossible to decipher. “Did Dr. Sheridan say you’re…”
“An attending. Temporarily, at least. I’m covering Tess’s maternity leave for ten weeks.”
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With every new addition to The Montgomery Brothers Series by Samantha Chase I am reminded why I have Samantha Chase on every must read list I send to friends. From the first moment I discovered her Montgomery series to now, I am more in love with her writing, her characters, and the fictional towns she has created.
If you’ve never read anything from Samantha Chase dive in and start now! Suddenly Mine is a story that can either be read as a standalone or enjoyed in order to truly appreciate all that the Montgomery’s have to offer. This story is a journey of love, hope, sacrifice, and acceptance. It’s time to let go of the past and discover your true potential all while finding the one person who can enhance your life and share it with you.
Christian Montgomery is a workaholic and has spent his entire life living up to an expectation that was unrealistic and requires super human strength. When a health scare forces him to re-evaluate his current lifestyle, can he make the right choice? Is it possible to have what he really wants and not let his family down? Will family history repeat or will Christian find the courage to navigate his own path despite the expectations?
Sophie Bennington has uncovered a family secret that leaves her questioning who to trust and it’s that uncertainty that finds her on a new journey far from home. A new town, a new life, that all sounds dreamy, but can you really escape your past or will the weight of it all follow you despite the fortress you’ve created?
If Sophie and Christian can come to peace with who they are, what the desire, and truly understand that the only thing they can control is their own path, they will find a love that is worthy of all the things!
This slow burn romance will ignite your e-reader and no, there aren’t any steamy scenes but it has all the feels of it. The passion that leaps off the page with behind closed doors loves scenes always amazes me. Samantha has a gift for delivering sinfully sweet that are hotter than sweet with bedroom romance that tingles in all the right places, and a dash of spice to satisfy that slightly spicy craving.
If you’re looking for a story that has layers to unfold, a backlist to curl up to for hours, this is one of those books and a series to have in both paperback and digital. I was excited to read Christian Montgomery’s story and can’t wait to read more from this heartwarming family.
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Samantha Chase is a New York Times and USA Today bestseller of contemporary romance. She released her debut novel in 2011 and currently has more than forty titles under her belt! When she’s not working on a new story, she spends her time reading romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook, wearing a tiara while playing with her sassy pug Maylene…oh, and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.
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One of the things about writing romance that’s both fun and challenging is coming up with the right hero for a particular heroine and vice-versa. Some writers of series plan their lead couples before they write the opening to the first book. I generally prefer to let things develop organically, to see where the characters take me.
I had to pair up Griffin Dare, the hero of Renegade, because that was the first book in my Light Mage Wars series. His kickass heroine, Valeria Banning, was the Southeast Shire Reeve, or sheriff, while Griff was their most wanted fugitive. Griff had been taking covert action against the mages’ deadly enemies, the ghouls, so I gave him a group of friends who were his covert ops team. Each of them would be the hero or heroine of a subsequent book, but that was all the planning I did for them.
One of the members of the team introduced in Renegade was Natasha “Tasha” Murdock, a US Navy veteran who ran her own business as a building contractor and interior designer. Because my parents met while both were serving in the navy, I have a soft spot for that branch of the service. So I had to have a navy veteran. Since Tasha was a building contractor, I thought serving in the navy’s construction arm, the Seabees, would’ve been a good way for her to acquire those skills. I knew Tasha would be the heroine of the sixth book, but I didn’t yet have a title for it.
I also had no idea who her hero would be until I was writing the fifth book, Warrior, which features archaeologists Will Davis and Audra Grayson. The dark magic users known as ghouls were targeting their team, so a group of mages provided security. One of them was Carter Lockwood, who is a deputy shire reeve, the mage equivalent of a deputy US marshal.
Writing happily along, I had no idea what was about to happen. Then Carter entered the farmhouse Will and Audra’s team was using as a base. A moment later, Tasha walked out of the kitchen. Tasha saw Carter and stopped cold. He was equally stunned to see her. He was also delighted. Unfortunately, the delight was on his side only. Here’s what happened:
Will opened the door, and the tall deputy reeve stepped in. Although raindrops glistened on his combat boots, his close-cut, chestnut hair was dry. He must’ve magically shielded himself from the rain.
“Days like this,” Carter said, his gray eyes gleaming with humor, “I wish I were a weather mage.”
“I wish you were, too,” Will replied as Carter and Griff exchanged handshakes and heys by way of greeting each other. “You want a cup of coffee before you tell us the news?”
“Coffee’d be great.”
They all started for the kitchen as the three women emerged, Val carrying a plate stacked with brownies.
About to ask Carter a question, Will happened to be looking at him. The expression on the deputy’s face went from shocked to delighted to wary to bland in a heartbeat.
What the—? Tracking Carter’s gaze, Will found it locked on Tasha, who’d gone pale and wide-eyed. Bright spots of red suddenly bloomed on her cheekbones.
Carter set his hands on his hips. “Hey, Red.” His easy tone belied the intent look in his eyes. “Good to see you again.”
“That’s Murdock to you, mister.” Despite the whipcrack in Tasha’s voice, it was higher than normal, and she was minutely trembling.
Will had never seen Tasha rattled, and he would bet Griff and Val hadn’t either. Val moved a half-step closer to Tasha, into her space. A clear move of support.
“What are you doing here?” Tasha demanded, glaring at Carter.
His expression hardened. “My job.”
The answer made her eyes flash, as though the words had some significance. Will eased between them on Carter’s left at the same time Griff was stepping forward on the right.
“Do we have a problem?” Will asked, glancing from Carter to Tasha.
“I don’t,” she snapped.
Carter shrugged. “No problem here.”
Yeah. And the Easter Bunny ate steak for breakfast.
This clicked for me, so I built Tasha and Carter’s story, the latest in the series, off of it. That involved figuring out why Tasha and Carter reacted the way they did. It also gave me the book’s title, Nemesis, because she saw him as her nemesis in the service.
In the excerpt above, Carter and Tasha obviously already knew each other. Her use of mister, a navy term my parents used, implied they’d served together. It was also obvious that he’d been attracted to her and she had strong feelings of some kind about him. All that suited me. Navy regulations would’ve precluded a relationship while they served together, so mutual attraction would’ve left them both wondering what might’ve been.
But why was Tasha not nearly as happy to see him as he was to see her? I settled on the idea that she had done something well-intentioned but not strictly within regs that caused a political firestorm. If Carter was the one to uncover and report that, resulting in a blot on her record, it would’ve torpedoed any attraction on her part. Or so she would tell herself.
All this gave me an old conflict that would start them off on uneasy footing, but that wasn’t enough to drive the story. Holding grudges is not sympathetic. Since Carter was, however reluctantly, bound by duty to act as he did and Tasha knew she was skating the regs and thus in the wrong, she wouldn’t come across very well if she couldn’t get past that. So I needed more.
Tasha and her twin brother, Nate, grew up in a rundown trailer with parents who’d had a shotgun wedding and resented their children and each other because of it. Tasha reacted by running wild. She acquired a very bad reputation, including a scandalous criminal charge.
Carter, on the other hand, comes from a wealthy and socially prominent family. His dad was their town’s mayor, and his mom serves in the US House of Representatives. Tasha believes they would be appalled by her history and not want Carter anywhere near her. She also believes that knowing the truth would shatter his good opinion of her, and she wants to avoid that pain.
But she also wants him. And he wants her. In the service, she was attracted to his leadership skills and his kindness. He admired her perseverance and courage. Of course each of them also found the other hot. The regs that kept them apart no longer matter, and the sizzling attraction burns as strongly as ever.
Unfortunately, the chance she and Carter might actually have something important ramps up Tasha’s fears about her past. She thinks he’s the worst possible guy for her and she can’t bring him anything but disappointment. Can she overcome her own self-doubt and open up to this man who yearns for her? Or will she drive him away to protect him?
We all know romance is about the journey rather than the destination, so I’m sure you know the answers to those questions. I hope you have as much fun going along on Tasha and Carter’s bumpy road through Nemesis as I did.
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Nancy Northcott’s childhood ambition was to grow up and become Wonder Woman. Around fourth grade, she realized it was too late to acquire Amazon genes, but she still loved comic books, mysteries, science fiction, fantasy, history, and romance. A sucker for fast action and wrenching emotion, Nancy combines the romance and high stakes (and sometimes the magic) she loves in the books she writes.
She’s the author of the Light Mage Wars/Protectors paranormal romances, the Lethal Webs and Arachnid Files romantic suspense series, and the historical fantasy trilogy, The Boar King’s Honor. With author Jeanne Adams, she co-writes the Outcast Station space opera series.
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