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Crossing Hearts by Kimberly Kincaid is the first installment in a fresh new series that will leave you dreaming of sexy farmers. Yes, farmers are sexy ;).  If you have a passion for great cooking, enjoy characters with electric chemistry, and a huge helping of spice – one-click this book! If you are a fan of Kimberly’s firefighter series than you are going to LOVE her Cross Creek series. It’s time to get out of the city (sorry Station Seventeen) and escape to the Shenandoah.

Hunter Cross has always put his family first and when an old injury threatens to derail him from his job on the farm, he reluctantly seeks treatment. It’s what he doesn’t expect that sends his system into a tailspin and question, can he live with the pain?

Emerson Montgomery has worked hard to make something of her career, to be taken seriously and keep her reputation solid.  When an old flame resurfaces, can she keep the truth regarding her recent return to town under wraps? If her secret gets out, it just might destroy them both.

I’m looking forward to reading the next installment in this spicy must read. Secrets, family saga and small town goodness. I will confess one warning, you must read this after you have consumed a hearty meal 😉 Kimberly’s love of food is woven throughout this story. Between the fresh produce and home cooking you are bound to find yourself in a constant food coma – yum!
With the heat and intensity in this book I give it 3 Peppers as it’s pretty hot and might offend. For mature readers 18+3 Jalepenos

I received this ARC from the publisher for a fair and honest review.

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Check out this Excerpt:

“I’ve got a patient for you, so I thought I’d pop over to see if you have an opening today,” Doc Sanders said.

Emerson thought of her schedule, complete with the tumbleweeds blowing through its wide- open spaces, and bit back the urge to laugh with both excitement and irony. “I’m sure I can fit someone in. What’s the injury?”

“Rotator cuff. X-rays and MRI are complete, and Dr. Norris, the orthopedist in Camden Valley, ordered PT. But the patient is local, so I figured if you could take him, it’d be a win-win.”

“Of course.” An odd sensation plucked up Emerson’s spine at the long-buried memory of a blue-eyed high school boy with his arm in a sling and a smile that could melt her like butter in a cast-iron skillet. “Um, my schedule is pretty flexible. What time did he want to come in?”

“Actually, he’s a little anxious to get started, so he came directly here from the ortho’s office . . .”
Doc Sanders turned toward the hallway leading to her waiting room, where a figure had appeared in the doorframe. Emerson blinked, trying to get her brain to reconcile the free-flowing confusion between the boy in her memory and the man standing in front of her. The gray-blue eyes were the same, although a tiny bit more weathered around the edges, and weirdly, the sling was also a match. But the person staring back at her was a man, with rough edges and sex appeal for days, full of hard angles and harder muscles under his jeans and T-shirt . . .
Hunter Cross.

Emerson stood with her feet anchored to the linoleum, unable to move or speak or even breathe. For the smallest scrap of a second, she tumbled back in time, her heart pounding so hard beneath her crisp white button-down that surely the traitorous thing would jump right out of her chest.

A blanket of stars littering the August sky . . . the warm weight of Hunter’s varsity jacket wrapped around her shoulders . . . the warmer fit of his mouth on hers as the breeze carried his whispers, full of hope . . . “Don’t go to New York. Stay with me, Em. Marry me and stay here in Millhaven where we’ll always have this, just you and me . . .”
“Emerson? What . . . what the hell are you doing here?”

The deeper, definitely more rugged-around-the-edges version of his voice tipped the scales of her realization all the way into the present. She needed to say something, she knew, she knew, but her mouth had gone so dry that she’d have better luck rocketing to the moon in a paper airplane right now.

“I work here,” Emerson finally managed, the truth of the words—of what they meant—delivering her back to reality with a hard snap. She hadn’t returned to Millhaven for a jaunt down memory lane. Hell, she’d only come back when her process of elimination had dead-ended in total despair. She was here for one thing, and one thing only. To bury herself in as much work as her body would allow.
Even if her first client probably hated her guts.
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Author Info:Headshot Kincaid
Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2015 RWA RITA® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters. Visit her any time at www.kimberlykincaid.com or come check her out on Facebook (www.facebook.com/kimberly.kincaid1) and Twitter (@kimberlykincaid).

Worthless by Lynne Silver is the second book in The Worthy series and is set in Miami. The perfect vacation destination you can one-click right now for $0.99. This intimate must read is even better than the first installment, and I LOVED Unworthy.   

Danny Ross is a man with a dark past. Throughout all the ups and downs there has been one person who has stood by him. Will she have the strength to stay by his side this time? 

Amy Stern was in love with Danny a long time ago. What’s a girl to do when her heart and mind have an epic battle? Is the devil you know better than the one you don’t? While she’s a savvy business woman, she finds herself in a compromising position that will require a leap of faith, a lot of trust and hopefully the happy ending she deserves.

Lynne crafts characters that gently sweep you into their world of friendships, love and even some that are awkward and taboo.  It’s real life, gritty, raw and emotionally unpredictable. Brace yourself dear reader, you will find yourself hooked from the first page and a devoted fan thereafter. This story is one that I waited patiently for after I finished Unworthy.

Everyone can use a hot escape for just a few hours. This three pepper spicy latte is a must read that sizzles. I have my fingers crossed on which character has their happy-ever-after next. It just has to be Lynne ;)!

3 JalepenosThis story is pretty hot with content for mature readers 18 +.

I received this ARC from the author for a fair and honest review.

About the Author

Romance author, Lynne Silver, writes the popular Alpha Heroes and Coded for Love series. Before writing romance, she wrote fiction of a different sort, drafting press releases for technology corporations. Washington DC is her home (non) state, where she resides with her husband and two sons.

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Tidbits from a few Spicy Latte Heroes Round Two

In honor of the WRW Readers and Bloggers Luncheon this weekend I’m highlighting a few authors today on the blog.

It’s time to have a little fun – Enjoy!

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Ten Thermal Tidbits from Kellan Walker (Skin Deep by Kimberly Kincaid)

1.You could have chosen any profession, why a firefighter? I’m not a suit and tie kind of guy. I’m good under pressure, so I figured I’d play to my strengths. After being an Army Ranger, it felt like a good fit.

2. What’s the most challenging aspect of being a firefighter? Besides having to stomach our rookie Slater’s cooking? Probably dealing with the stuff we see. Calls can get really intense. But a lot of them turn out okay, so that makes it a lot easier.

3. Boxers or briefs? Boxer briefs. Best of both worlds.

4. Would you pose for a pin-up calendar, if it was for a good cause? And get the crap that goes with that? No way! I’d make a donation for the good cause, though.

5. What’s your guilty pleasure? (remember we have a PG-13 audience Kellan 😉 PG 13, PG 13…okay, then I’ll go with action movies. Isabella and I will sometimes stay home and marathon a whole bunch of them back to back. Then we make our own action 😉

6. Hard Rock or Country? Mostly hard rock

7. Favorite Movie? I’m going old school. Die Hard. Bruce Willis is a badass!

8. Most romantic thing you’ve done? I’m not really a hearts and flowers kind of guy, but lucky for me, Isabella’s even tougher than I am. I surprised her with a trip to the gun range last week. She loved it, and I loved that she did. Everybody won.

9. You open up your ipod, top five songs in your playlist? Moth Into Flame, by Metallica, Animals, by Maroon 5, Sucker for Pain, by Lil Wayne, Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons, and Til the Love Runs Out, by One Republic

10. It’s Sunday and Baseball is on the TV, who are you rooting for? I’m not much of a baseball guy. But if I had to pick…the San Francisco Giants.

EXCERPT:

Kellan made his way up Washington Boulevard, where he’d parked yesterday morning before shift. Funny how quiet the city could be before things like rush hour and regular workdays kicked in, all soft sunlight and clean storefronts. He slid in a breath of cool air, scanning the sidewalk and the two-lane thoroughfare where Station Seventeen was situated.

He saw the woman leaning against his ’68 Camaro from forty feet away.

Kellan’s pulse flared even though his footsteps never faltered. Long, denim-wrapped legs leading to lean muscles and lush, sexy curves. Loose, confident stance that spoke of both awareness and strength. Long, caramel-colored hair that she tossed away from her face as soon as she saw him coming, and God dammit, that was the second time this week he’d been blindsided by Isabella Moreno.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, wincing inwardly as the words crossed his lips. Not that he didn’t feel every inch of the attitude behind them, because after her f#&k-up had put his sister’s life in danger three months ago, he so did. But slapping his emotions on his sleeve wasn’t on Kellan’s agenda, good, bad, or extremely pissed off. Of course, Isabella already knew he was chock full of the emotion behind door number three, anyway.

She pushed herself off the Camaro’s cherry red quarter panel, sliding one hand to her unnervingly voluptuous hip while the other remained wrapped around a cup of coffee. “Waiting for you.”

“I got that.” His tone left the what-for part of the question hanging between them, and Kellan had to hand it to her. Moreno wasn’t the type to mince words.

“I need a favor. I want you to walk me through the scene of Monday’s fire.”

Jesus, she had a sense of humor. Also, balls the size of Jupiter. “You want me to take you back to the scene of a fire that gutted a three-story house just to give you a play by play?”

She nodded, her brown eyes narrowing against the sunlight just starting to break past the buildings around them. “That about sums it up, yeah.”

“It’s a little early for you to be punching the clock, isn’t it?” he asked. Most people weren’t even halfway to the door just shy of oh-seven-hundred on a weekday morning. 

Moreno? Not most people, apparently. “What can I say? I’m feeling ambitious.”

Kellan resisted the urge to launch a less-than-polite comment about her work ethic, albeit barely. “I already told you and Sinclair everything I know.”

“Okay.” Her shoulders rose and fell beneath her dark gray leather jacket, easy and smooth. “So humor me and walk me through it again anyway.”

His sixth sense took a jab at his gut, prompting him to give the question in his head a voice. “Is this part of the investigation?”

“Why do you ask?” she said, and yeah, that was a no.

“Because you called it a favor, and you just answered my question with a question.”

Moreno paused. “I’m a cop. We do that.”

Nope. No way was he buying this. Not even on her best day. “And I’m a firefighter who’s not interested in putting his ass in a sling just to humor you with an unsanctioned walk-through.”

The RFD might offer a little latitude on firefighters revisiting scenes—a fact Kellan would bet his left nut Moreno damn well knew—but just because he’d worked the job didn’t mean he had carte blanche to prance through the place like a fucking show pony now that the fire was out.

Not that a little thing like protocol seemed to bother Isabella in the least. “Your ass will be fine. I’ll take full responsibility.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that one from you before.”

The words catapulted out before Kellan could stop them. Moreno flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. “Look, I need to get back onto that scene,” she said. “Are you going to help me or not?”

 

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Author Info:

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Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2015 RWA RITA® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters. Visit her any time at www.kimberlykincaid.com or come check her out on Facebook (www.facebook.com/kimberly.kincaid1) and Twitter (@kimberlykincaid).

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Ten Tantalizing Tidbits from David Cavill (Bind Me Before You Go by Harper Kincaid)

RL: 1.  How long have you lived in NYC and what are your top five must do’s?

DC: I’m all Brookyn – born and raised. Except for college and my deployments, the city has always been home. 

As far as my top five must do’s? It really depends on the company. But since you’re a kick-ass romance blogger, I’m going to assume you want to know where I take Cassidy. Going anywhere with Cassidy is a top five experience, but that said, here’s my list, which – btw – also describes my perfect day:

5. 

Devoción

69 Grand St

Brooklyn, NY 11249
Hands down, the best coffee in New York and I’m convinced it’s because they’re the only farm-to-table coffee joint in the world. That means they get their beans fresh and direct from Bogota, Colombia every ten days. Sometimes I think gentrified Williamsburg is too far up its own ass for its own good, but in this case, the hype is justified. Cass and I are here almost every day.

4. EarWax Record Store

167 N 9th St, Brooklyn, NY 11211 (Cross street: Bedford Ave)

www.earwaxrecords.net

I’m a music fan – mostly low-fi, indie rock and jazz. And everything is better when it’s played on vinyl. I’ve been coming here since they opened in 1990. There’s just something about getting lost in a record store, taking your time and flipping through the stacks, and finding something you didn’t even know you were looking for. Now, if Cass and I have a lazy Sunday on our hands, we head here.

3. Brooklyn Museum of Art

200 Eastern Pkwy, Brooklyn, NY 11238

www.brooklynmuseum.org

Gotta admit – I’m not usually into art museums. But Cass dragged me here recently because she heard they’re dedicated to women artists, especially one of her favorites, Judy Chicago, so I went along for the ride. The place was mind-blowing. I’m not telling you anymore – just go for yourself.

2. Peter Luger

178 Broadway, Brooklyn, NY 11211 (Cross street: Driggs Ave)

www.peterluger.com

I’m all about digging into a perfect steak and Peter Luger is worth the price tag. And they know how to make a Dublin Mule, my go to drink.

1. Barcade

388 Union Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11211 (Cross street: Powers St)

www.barcadebrooklyn.com

A great place to come for a couple of rounds of 8 ball. I’m teaching Cass how to play, but I have to admit, half the appeal is watching her bend over the billard table, driving the men crazy and knowing I’m the one who gets to take her home. Oh, and they have some of the best craft beers in the city.

RL: 2. Boxers or briefs?

DC: I like keeping my boys close by, so it’s boxer briefs for me. Never in white.

RL: 3. Would you pose for a pin-up calendar for charity?

DC: Hell no, but I’d get my best friend, Leo, to do it. He’s a ham and eats that s#*t up.

RL: 4. What’s your guilty pleasure?

DC: All my pleasure is guilt free. My favorite pleasure is tying my woman up in my ropes and making her beg for it. Hands down, my absolute favorite thing to do.

RL: 5. Favorite place in Central Park?

DC: I have to admit, I’m a fan of the zoo, especially the sea otters. They’re cute as hell and make me smile, even when I don’t feel up to it.

RL: 6.  How did you get into Shibari rope? 

DC: I saw a demo at Club Serve shortly after I first joined and signed up for lessons on the spot. I was hooked right away.

RL: 7. What is the one Broadway show that you want to see?

DC: Hamilton. I got us tickets to go soon though and I’m really hoping the show lives up to all the press it’s getting.

RL: 8. Most romantic thing you’ve done?

DC: I don’t do traditional romance, like Valentine’s Day and greeting cards. I think all that is a big bag of bulls#*t. That said, for her last birthday, I took Cassidy to the airport with nothing but our passports and a carry-on bag of essentials and told her to pick anywhere in the world she wants to go. She went out of her mind over that one. We ended up in Santorini, Greece for 10 days. I think that’s romance at its finest – taking your woman to a place she’s always wanted to go. 

RL: 9. You open up your ipod, top five songs in your playlist?

DC:
She’s a Jar – Wilco
Such Great Heights – Iron and Wine
Blue in Green – Miles Davis
Love Supreme – John Coltrane
Feeling Good – Nina Simone

RL: 10. It’s Sunday night and the TV is on, what are you watching?

DC: If it’s football season, I’m watching the Jets. Otherwise, I like 60 minutes. But honestly, not a big TV guy. We’re usually over at my parents’ house for Sunday dinner. What can I say? I’m half Italian. That’s what we do. After dinner, my go to is a good bottle of red at home with Cass. Preferably with her naked under me.

EXCERPT:

For the umpteenth time today, she took out the card he had given her. The cardstock was thick and substantial, with raised calligraphy that said Cavill Security Group. She’d handled it so much that the edges were curled inward, almost as though if she didn’t call the number printed on there soon, it would fold into itself and disappear. The opportunity for something and someone different? Gone. It made the space in the center of her chest feel heavy, and she let out a breath to try to lighten the load.
The phone rang just then—and it was the customized ring assigned to the doorman downstairs. Allie ran back into the living room and grabbed the phone.
“Hello? And a good evening to you, Deacon…who?” Her eyes widened and then slid off to the side where Cassidy was. “Yes, that’s fine. Send him up.” She placed the phone back on the cradle. “Cassidy? Ca-Sa-DEE?”
“What?”
“Do me a favor and get the door when it rings. Deacon said we’ve got a delivery coming.”
Cassidy’s eyebrows shot up. “Did we order something?”
She beamed back. “In a manner of speaking.”
“What does that mean?”
Allie smirked and waved her off. “You know me. I take my Ambien to sleep, then order s#*t online and forget about it the next day.”
There was a staccato knock at the door. Cassidy expected Allie to go for the door with the same gusto with which she’d gone for the phone, but Allie crossed her arms and held back.
“Okay…” Cassidy said.
She made her way to the door, and just as she was about to turn the knob, Allie called out, “You can thank me later, by the way!”
Cassidy had a very funny suspicion about where this was going.
She opened the door—
“Holy shit,” whispered Cassidy.
As if conjured from thin air, David stood in front of her, his burnished gaze singeing her skin. He glanced down and smirked when he saw his business card in her hand.
“Glad to see you still have it,” he said.
“What are you doing here?”
“Don’t listen to her,” Allie bellowed while gesturing like the goddamn grand marshall at a parade. “Our home is your home. Okay you two, I’ll see you later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
As soon as Allie was outside and the door closed behind her, David moved.
He came to Cassidy and surrounded her small frame in his arms. And, without thinking, she wrapped herself around his rock solid middle as well. His body vibrated against hers.
I am so totally screwed.
“Seven days, Cassidy.”
She blinked a couple of times but didn’t respond.
“I’ve never had to wait seven days.”
“What are you talking about?” she balked, still in shock that the man she’d been pondering over was suddenly here, surrounding her with his spicy, masculine scent which made her head swoon more than the wine.
He regarded her for a moment before answering. “It’s been seven days since I gave you that card. I can only wait so long. So here I am.”
He could only wait so long? What did that mean? What if she needed a week? Or two weeks? She moved away from him, crossing her arms in front of her, like a shield. A really weak one.
“Well, maybe I wasn’t planning on calling you. Did you ever consider that?”
His eyes cast an amused glimmer her way. “So why is my card in your hand right now? If you weren’t planning on calling, you’d have tossed it.” He mimicked her wide stance and crossed his arms across his expansive chest.
She rolled her eyes and turned back to David. “Maybe I’m old fashioned. Maybe I want the man to call me. Did you ever think of that?”
“Yeah, I did, so here I am,” he said while dropping his warrior stance and coming closer to her. In a low and sexy voice, he whispered, “I waited for you to make the next move after I met you at the club last week. That was my first mistake, one I’m sure as f#*k not gonna make again. I decided to give you a week, longer than I wanted to, but it’s what I thought you should have considering what I’m asking from you. But guess what, honey. Time’s up. I’m done waiting. I want my two weeks and I want them to start tonight. If that’s not what you want, you need to let me know now and I’ll go.”
She took in all that was him, his deep green eyes, molten and charged for her. But his good looks and sex appeal weren’t what made him dangerous. It was how lightning fast he was able to read her, his effortless ability to get inside her head and under her skin.
His expression softened, with his gentle smile and kind eyes. He appeared almost…vulnerable to her. Like he might have as much at stake as she did. Could that be? Or was she making shit up in her head to make this kind of arrangement okay with her?
“If you don’t want me… If you don’t want this—” he gestured with his pointed finger back and forth between them “—then just say the word and I’m gone. I won’t come for you again.” He took another step closer, his gaze burning into hers. “But I’m really hoping you do want me here.” He placed his hands on his hips and blew out a breath, as if he was trying to keep it together.
She’d always assumed that a connection with another person only came with love and romance, but maybe a sexual connection was its own kind of intimacy. Hell, if her previous encounter with David was any indication, it would be a stronger, more powerful intimacy than anything she’d ever experienced.
And that’s what had prevented her from calling his number. Not the idea of being tied up or trying other forms of BDSM. No, that stuff was the easy part.
She was terrified of finally letting go with someone, of really letting him in, her soul stripped bare and vulnerable. Of actually being seen. He was all kinds of compelling to her, but she had to admit she was also afraid of not measuring up. She might have had a handful of lovers, but most had been clumsy-handed college boys. What could she offer a man like David Cavill?
So she knew she should turn her back on him and say thanks, but no thanks. But at that moment, she also recognized he was worth taking this kind of risk with. That if she walked away, she’d deeply regret it for the rest of her life. This was her chance to discover a side of herself she’d never given a chance to breathe—to live—and to do so without the fear of having her heart broken.
No chance for love meant no chance for loss. No commitment meant no risk.
Just remember, a quiet voice inside her head said. When it all falls apart, when you’re left in a puddle outside his doorstep, remember you had the chance to walk away but didn’t.
Besides moving to New York, going with David Cavill was the biggest calculated risk she’d ever taken. She just prayed it wouldn’t break her.
“Okay, David. I’m in. I’m all in.”

Bio:

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Born in California and raised in South Florida, Harper Kincaid has moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on her head ever since. She’s gotten to suck the marrow out of life along the way and is only banned from entering a handful of countries these days.

Kidding.

She loves writing stories about sexy, complicated people and giving her readers a literal and figurative happily-ever-after. When not writing the sexy, she’s got her nose in a book, spending time with her family and friends, and making people laugh ’til they snort. She’s tickled hot pink to be featured on Rae’s blog.Stalk her on social media and look forward to her latest release, Girl Breaker, on January 17, 2017.

 

Winter Extravaganza Day 1: 2016 RITA Contemporary Romance: Long Finalist Kimberly Kincaid

Winter Extravaganza

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Every day of the Extravaganza I will mix reviews with giveaways and fun.  Today I am spotlighting the talented Kimberly Kincaid, author of Reckless ( A Rescue Squad Novel) and 2016 RITA Contemporary Romance: Long Finalist Kimberly Kincaid.

Before I even opened up to read the first page of Reckless, I was hooked with that sexy cover! I was extremely eager to start this story.

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Reckless is all about doing what you love and not settling for anything less. It might take a bit of work to find the balance between reckless  and control but our hero and heroine are up for the challenge.

Alex Donovan is a firefighter fueled by adrenaline both on the job and on his own time. Anything that presents adventure and thrill seeking challenges he’s game.  When his own set of rules jeopardizes his career he is forced into a four week “time-out” and must serve his community to cool off.

Zoe Westin is a trained culinary chef and had what her family considered a dream job in DC. Now home and running a kitchen to feed those her father questions what her goals are.

Faced with staffing needs and funding issues, she reluctantly welcomes her newest helper. Perhaps the community services hours can ease the workload until her crush walks into her center and changes everything.

Zoe has had her eye on Alex for years but being the Captain’s daughter hasn’t helped. Will Alex finally see her for the woman she has become or steer clear because she’s his superiors daughter? When they wager a friendly bet, who will be the one to take the ultimate risk? If Alex can help her take a risk it just might change both of their lives forever.

Discover for yourself how sexy giving back to the community is, and it all starts in the kitchen. Sometimes its even hotter than fighting fires. This two peppers spicy latte hot 2 Jalepenosdelight has just enough sizzle to make you tingle and a lot of action! Oh, and yes, it’s for  mature readers 18+.

Add this series, one that is sure to please with fantastic writing, sexy characters and a story that will leave you feeling satisfied to your list today.

I am the first to admit that I love a great book cover. Sure the description will seal the deal, but for this read I freely admit it landed into my e-reader because of the cover. From start to finish this book is fast paced, emotionally charged and heart racing good. A contemporary romance that is perfect to get you in the holiday spirit.

As  soon as your finished with this must read, grab a bag of non-perishable items and drop them off at your local food pantry or shelter.  While the holidays are six months away this was the perfect read to kick-off the giving season.

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Reckless (Rescue Squad)

Now for the good cheer of the day…. Day 1 Giveaway time. 

ONE copy of Kimberly Kincaid’s e-book Play Me to a lucky reader. 

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Excerpt

The burst of crowd noise got lost in the louder thump of the slow, steady music. Sophie took a long swallow of her drink, but not even the incredible sweet-tart flavor could offset the odd jangle of excitement filling her chest. One by one, the dancers came out onto the stage. They were dressed in tight white T-shirts and low-riding jeans, which under normal circumstances wouldn’t be anything to write home about. But Sophie’s eyes lasered in on the last dancer to emerge from the shadows, and sweet baby Jesus, Emilio was anything but ordinary.

His fluid grace balanced out his muscular frame, both on full display as he crossed the stage. He moved with nothing but pure confidence, smiling at the women in the audience and rolling his hips with the same sort of ease most people used to breathe. The scrolling black tattoos on both forearms put a hard edge to Emilio’s lean muscles, reinforcing the definite bad-boy air that had triggered Sophie’s warning bells last night.

Of course, that same demeanor was triggering a whole lot of something else right now. Namely, the very hot desire that was a very bad idea currently brewing between her thighs.

Oh God. She had to get back on the straight and narrow, fast. Sophie bit her bottom lip and crossed her legs as tightly as she could, but her thong still grew damp beneath the thin fabric of her black micro-mini.

“So which one is your guy?” Olivia half-asked, half-hollered over the music and the crowd noise, not tearing her gaze away from the stage. Her face was lit up like the Christmas trees decorating every department store in the nation right now, and Sophie’s hot and bothered flush traveled to her face.

“I don’t have a guy,” she said, just in time for Emilio to run his hand down the flat plane of his chest. Sophie’s palms went as slick as her panties as he lifted his T-shirt to reveal a set of abs so chiseled, she’d swear they were Photoshopped.

He moved around the other dancers, their routine seeming effortless and loose even though it had surely been choreographed. Tugging the hem of his shirt over his head, Emilio tucked the cotton behind his neck while leaving his arms in the sleeves, exposing his abs and pecs as he moved to the side of the stage where Sophie and Olivia sat. His eyes skimmed the crowd, and although he gave each woman in the audience equal, flirty attention, his stare never rested in one spot for longer than a second or two.

Until it landed on hers.

A millisecond’s worth of something she couldn’t name flickered over Emilio’s dark-eyed gaze, the emotion gone before she could even be certain she’d seen it. Then he gave up a sexy, mischievous smile that Sophie felt all the way to her fingertips, swaying his hips with a little extra suggestion as he tipped his chin at her ever so slightly in acknowledgment, and she couldn’t look away for all the straight and narrow in the galaxy.

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Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2015 RWA RITA® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters. Visit her any time at www.kimberlykincaid.com or come check her out on Facebook (www.facebook.com/kimberly.kincaid1) and Twitter (@kimberlykincaid).