The Extra Shot- Rachel: A Second Chance Novella by Tina DeSalvo & Giveaway

The Extra Shot- Rachel: A Second Chance Novella by Tina DeSalvo & Giveaway

 

 

Welcome to The Extra Shot where you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE scene from Rachel: A Second Chance Novella by Tina DeSalvo. 

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She stared at the man the ladies thought was Norman. He tapped the table with his straight, long fingers and the dealer dealt him a card, then another. This man seemed taller, broader, more muscular than the boy she remembered—the boy who had kissed her senseless in the sugarcane fields near Sugar Mill Plantation just two days before he left town.

But, dear Lord, it is him…maybe.

Her body sure seemed to think it was. No one had ever made her pulse race or her flesh heat like Dante Landry. Maybe it was just her body reacting to the possibility that it was the guy she’d thought she was in love with fifteen years ago.

Regardless of who this man was, she appreciated his flexing biceps as he picked up his cards. This man obviously worked out. A lot. That was something she admired, being a gym junkie herself. The Vacherie Sheriff’s office had an excellent gym for its employees. As a 911 operator, she had access to the facility. Had he gotten that body at the prison gym?

Really, Rachel. This man can’t possibly be Dante.

“You ladies are delusional,” Ruby said, trying to return logic to the group. “Norman didn’t dye his hair black. That’s ridiculous. He must be wearing a wig.”

“A wig?” Rachel laughed. Her mother was buying into the fantasy that this man was the long-retired sheriff’s deputy of Vacherie parish.

“I’m hungry,” Louise said, not following the conversation she couldn’t hear. “Let’s eat Mexican.”

“I don’t like Mexican food,” Thelma said, frowning. “I want soup. I’ve got to keep my girly figure for da weddin’ night.”

“Your girly figure iz long gone, Thelma,” Tante Izzy said, pointing toward her friend’s feet. “So are youz ankles.”

“Tante Izzy!” Ruby, always the manner-police, shook her head. “Be nice.”

Rachel looked toward the blackjack table again. Yeah, there was definitely something familiar about this man, but…

“Oh my God.” Did she just see the man that might be Dante Landry scratch his ankle and pull a card out from under his pant leg? “Oh my God. He just cheated.”

Ruby grabbed her arm. “Who Norman?”

“Yes, the man she thinks is Norman.” Rachel engaged camera on her phone and started to video him. “Look. Look. He’s doing it again.”

 

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Tina DeSalvo, a fresh, humorous voice in romance, brings her knowledge and passion for the culture, traditions and people of Cajun Country (where she lives) and New Orleans (where she grew up) to her Second Chance Novel series-Elli, Jewell and Abby. Tina is also a journalist who spent her career in television news and as one of the first female sports broadcasters in Louisiana. A Breast Cancer Survivor, Tina donates her proceeds from Elli to help individuals fight the disease. She loves to write, but she especially loves spending time with readers…sharing laughs, tears and hugs. Learn more about Tina at tinadesalvo.com

 

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The Extra Shot: Jeanne Adams – January 2, 2019

The Extra Shot: Jeanne Adams – January 2, 2019

 

Welcome to The Extra Shot where you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE scene from Crashing Through the Snow by Jeanne Adams, one of two stories in the Happy New Year Haven Harbor Anthology. 

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This scene takes place right after Dr. Garnet Simpson’s old flame, Guy Kalama and his pregnant twin, Livvy, take refuge at Garnet’s house in the midst of a massive snowstorm in Haven Harbor!

Guy Kalama hefted his duffle bag as he came back into the kitchen. “Where do you want me? Couch?”

He caught the look in her eye, and the deep blush, and wondered what she’d been thinking. He grinned. She blushed harder.

“No, I have a guest room upstairs. I gave your sister the one with its own bath down here so she didn’t have to navigate the stairs. There’s a bath in the hallway,” she said. The blush deepened as she added, “I’m sure you’d like to get a hot shower.”

“Yeah,” he said, watching her. “It’ll feel great to stand under the hot water for a bit, thaw everything out.”

His heart lifted as she bit her lip, still blushing. She wasn’t immune to him, any more than he was immune to her. He knew he’d screwed everything up between them before. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope in the middle of a freakin’ snowstorm.

“I’ll show you where everything is.” She moved past him toward the stairs. “Can I carry anything for you?”

“Sure,” he said, stepping into the mudroom with her. He crowded her, just a little. Had he not seen that blush, he would have kept his distance. Since he had seen it, he wanted to push it a little, gauge her response. “How about you take this,” he said, handing her a small bag.

She pointed to the other bags. “Books? Shoes?”

He shrugged. “I think so. Frankly, it could be anything. We packed her up as quickly as we could and got her out. A couple of my guys were driving the van with most of her clothes, kitchen stuff, and furniture”

Her warm smile lit the room. She hadn’t retreated into the cold formality he knew she could pull over her elegant, chiseled, old New England features in the blink of an eye.

“Gosh, that brings back memories. Is it as bad as when you helped me move in here?”

He laughed. “Worse. Much, much worse. You were organized. The only thing Livvy has organized is her business. Her personal life?” he growled, thinking of Livvy’s situation. “Not so much.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her hand on his arm. He froze at the light touch. A shudder ran through him as the ache of missing her eased. “I won’t pry, but I do need to know if she’s been…abused, or physically—”

“No, nothing like that. Nothing physical.”

He watched her features relax. Beautiful. He couldn’t help himself. He brushed a thumb over her cheek, then tucked an errant strand of that magnificent red hair behind her ear. She almost—almost—leaned into the caress. She seemed to catch herself at the last minute.

Now she did step away. “I’m glad of that. When and if she shares the story with me, I’ll know better if there’s anything I need to do, medically.”

He nodded, not trusting his voice. He picked up his other duffle. He hadn’t expected to stay a second night away from home, so he didn’t have much. He and two of his employees had basically swooped in and helped Livvy evacuate, planning to head right to Guy’s place beyond Haven Harbor, near Pennyfield.

“I’m going to have to call Jake Strongbow back, and my guys,” he said, as they climbed the stairs. She paused outside a bedroom. “I already told the guys we wouldn’t make it tonight.”

She looked out the window at the end of the hall. “Maybe not for a day or two,” she said, nodding toward the view. “It’s gotten worse.”

Outside, the landscape was invisible. He could see the glow marking the security light between the house and the barn, but it was like an indistinct moon behind white, snow-filled clouds. “Wow.”

“Serious storm,” she said, pushing open the spare bedroom door. “Our weather witch said it would be a three-day storm.”

“Has she ever been wrong?” he asked, knowing Estelle Hestworth was among the best weather witches ever recorded.

“Not in my lifetime. Sometimes she’ll be a few inches off in snow or rain totals, but on the general tenor of the weather? Never.”

“Are you going to have to wake Livvy up in the night?” he asked. “She sleeps like the dead.”

“Pregnancy changes that sometimes.”

“Not with Livvy,” he disagreed. “She said it’s made her worse. She’s worried she won’t wake up when the babies cry.”

The laugh that rang out in the shadowy hallway made him even more aware of Garnet’s presence. He’d missed that laugh. He’d missed her, far more than he’d known.

“A lot of new parents worry about that,” she said. “They always wake up.” She led him into the large guest room, switching on a light by the bedside. The iron bed frame was painted white, the bed covered in a heavy red coverlet with an extra quilt folded neatly over the end of the bed. “If you need more blankets, there are two or three in the trunk at the foot of the bed,” she explained, gesturing to the gorgeously carved wooden blanket chest.

“You still turn down the heat at night?”

The blush was back. “Yes, but I’ll leave it up tonight. I don’t want Livvy to get cold. If the power goes and the generator kicks on, though, it will get colder. The systems don’t run as warm or as well on gen-power,” she said, apology in her voice. She completely ignored the reminder that he knew how she liked to sleep. “It’s an old system.”

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured, moving closer to her. She looked into his eyes, and her smile faltered.

“Guy,” she started, and his heart clenched. She was going to tell him to back off, they were old news, their time long passed.

Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. Guy hesitated, just one heartbeat, before he lowered his head and kissed her.

He kept it light, easy—a kiss he could pass off as a casual thank you between friends.

Garnet was the one who took it deeper, hotter, and made it a lot more. When she moved in, her hands dropping lightly onto his chest, he could swear her touch seared his skin. Her lips moved beneath his as he ran his hand under her long, dark braid to caress the back of her neck.

When he dropped his bag to free up his other hand, she broke the kiss. With a dazed look in her eyes, she glanced at the bag which had hit the floor with an audible thunk. As if waking up from a dream, her gaze sharpened and she stepped back. “I’m sorry. That was—”

He didn’t want her to say whatever it was she was thinking. He didn’t want her to negate what had just happened.

“It was natural,” he interjected. “We’ve had an intense few hours. We’re friends.” At least he hoped they could still be friends, after everything he’d put her through. “It’s okay.”

She looked like she was about to say more, but Guy headed it off. If she didn’t say it, he could keep the hope alive that somehow, some crazy way, she would forgive him. “Where did you say the bathroom was?”

“It’s right across the hall.” She looked discombobulated. “This bedroom and two others up here share the hall bath. I’ll show you.”

She all but fled the room. Grinning, he followed. She hadn’t told him to keep his hands to himself. He knew Garnet. If she was pissed, if she was seeing someone, she’d have stopped that kiss before it started. That she hadn’t now…that was hope.

A light popped on in a spacious room across the hall. The cream-colored tile with its floral accents was dated, but the rugs on the floor were new, and the shower curtain reflected the color of the thick, dark green towels hanging on a rod.

“You’ll find everything you need, I think. Um…” She paused, obviously unnerved. “If you need something, just look in the drawers. There are extras of most things. Towels are clean, of course.”

“Garnet,” he said, softly. “It’s okay.”

Her gaze met his. “I don’t want to feel this way about you again,” she admitted, her voice raw with emotion. “I finally got over you.”

His heart cracked open.

She didn’t move away when he ran his thumb over her cheek again, but as soon as he dropped the contact, she stepped back. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” he said, looking away. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s all on me.”

With that admission, he realized he had no right to forgiveness.

“No,” she countered, surprising him. “No, it isn’t.”

He focused on the admission. “What are you saying?”

She took a short breath, let it out in a huff. “I’m saying that you bear a lot of fault for how we parted, but it isn’t one hundred percent on you.”

Hope, so quickly doused, bloomed again.

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Jeanne Adams writes award-winning suspense, paranormal, mysteries and urban fantasies.  She’s also a sought-after speaker, who knows a thing or two about getting rid of the evidence… 

Jeanne specializes in thrills and suspense.  Even her paranormal and urban fantasies have a suspense element, so be prepared!  She loves football, baseball, dogs, Halloween and the weird and she teaches classes for writers on body disposal.

Jeanne lives in DC with her husband and two growing sons, as well as two dogs – a Lab and an Irish Water Spaniel.  Don’t tell, but she’s prone to adopting more dogs when her husband isn’t looking.

Featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine, and other publications, her books have been consistently hailed as “One of the best Suspense Books of the Year!” by Romantic Times.  You can find her at her newly redesigned website: www.JeanneAdams.com, on Twitter at www.twitter.com/JeanneAdams or at www.Facebook.com/JeanneAdamsAuthor

 

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The Extra Shot  – December 16, 2018

The Extra Shot – December 16, 2018

 

Welcome to The Extra Shot where you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE deleted scene from The Rawley Family Romances by USA Today Bestselling Author Olivia Hardin.

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Have you read the Rawley Family Romances? Here’s a sweet Holiday “Deleted Scene” to whet your appetite…

Jeremy found Meg in their room, putting the finishing touches on a few gifts. She was nothing if not overzealous about gift wrapping. The three boxes were rectangular, and he imagined they must contain clothing of some sort. The paper was whimsical of the kind he knew his wife would choose for children, and there was a ribbon crisscrossed on each one with a bow in the center.

“I thought you were finished with the gifts,” he murmured, sneaking in behind her and pecking one of her rosy cheeks.

“Oh, Jeremy! You surprised me. Well, these are the Christmas Eve gifts for the boys, and at the last minute I decided to extend the tradition for Nichole… er, Michelle.”

He rubbed his hands on her arms as if warming her up, though he couldn’t imagine she would be cold in the room which had a roaring fire. His touches were ones of affection, and his wife sighed in contentment, offering him a smile across her shoulder.

“I didn’t remember you wrapping the Christmas Eve ones before.”

She bit her lip, then giggled nervously. “Well, I don’t, but… well, the truth is I just love watching little ones unwrap presents, and so I decided to wrap the baby’s, and if I wrapped hers, I should do the boys, too.” She paused and furrowed her brow. “Don’t you think?”

Jeremy didn’t dare laugh. His wonderful wife’s feelings were tender enough as it was, so he nodded seriously and gave her a little squeeze. “Yes, indeed.” She didn’t like all of the conflict going on in the house after the blow up between his sister Kay and his cousin Brennan.

Jeremy had been just as shocked as his sister when he was told the truth about Hope kidnapping baby Michelle. But for all of his shock, Kay had been furious, and the resulting argument was explosive to say the least.

For now, there was a silent truce between all concerned, but the tension was still heavy in the air, and that weighed on Meg. Her natural reaction was to do something to bring happiness and joy back into their midst.

“Oh, good. I was hoping this would be all right. We’ll let the children open them tonight after dinner then, okay?”

Meg didn’t wait for him to agree this time, just bundled up her boxes and hurried out of the room, humming some Christmas carol as she went.

He knew what the boxes would contain. Meg’s mother hadn’t been an attentive parent, but she had started a tradition that his wife decided to carry on with their children. There would be matching holiday pajamas for the boys and probably a holiday nightgown for Michelle. The little ones would go to sleep in their Christmas outfits, visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads. He could just about imagine them all the next morning, waking up with funny little bed heads and in green and red PJs.

His heart warmed, and a grin spread across his face. Even with the cloud of unsettled emotions going on in Arrington Manor, his wife found a way to shine through it all. Jeremy thought he would never stop marveling at the way his Meg could do tiny little things each day to make him fall in love with her all over again.

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When Olivia Hardin started having movie-like dreams in her teens, she had no choice but to begin putting them to paper. Before long, the writing bug had bitten her, and she knew she wanted to be a published author. Several rejections plus a little bit of life later, 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 has 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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The Extra Shot – The Appeal of an Elusive Viscount by Hildie McQueen

The Extra Shot – The Appeal of an Elusive Viscount by Hildie McQueen

 

Welcome to The Extra Shot where you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE excerpt from The Appeal of an Elusive Viscount by USA Today Bestselling Author of Western and Highlander Romance, Author Hildie McQueen.

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The Humphries estate was situated just a couple blocks from Brooks’. Normally, it would be a pleasant walk. However, today, she was without an escort. If she were discovered by her parents, she’d be severely reprimanded. Clara bent her head and scurried down the side of a building hoping to reach the back gate to the gardens of her home and slip inside.

“Clara.” Her father’s unmistakable voice boomed out. “Stop at once.”

From across the street, her father, Albert Humphries, glared at her. “What in the bloody…why are you out unescorted?” He rushed over to her, his arms pumping rather comically.

“Most troublesome as always.” Her cousin, Todd, walked up to stand beside her father to form a united front of disapproval.

Straightening her shoulders, Clara prepared to perform. As if blinking away tears, she sniffed loudly. “I was out with Mrs. Tattersworth, but became distracted. And when I turned around, she was gone.” She made a mental note to seek out the cook and ask her to corroborate her story.

“You’re wearing a maid’s outfit,” her father stated flatly. “Did you also become distracted when dressing?”

Crumpets, she’d forgotten about that.

Taking her arm none too gently, her father brought her to walk beside him. “We will deal with this situation at home. Your mother will be quite cross with you.”

The walk suddenly seemed much shorter. The prospect of facing her mother, after being caught out in servant’s clothing and unescorted, meant hours of lectures, lessons and being forced to remain indoors.

“Father. I promise not to do this again. Please, don’t tell Mother. I planned to attend the Lady’s Society lecture on a newly-discovered species of butterflies. It’s Friday afternoon.”

The lack of a response meant he would not be flexible. So she turned her attention to Todd.  Her cousin was not only her father’s apprentice, but also almost an exact duplicate.  Tall, handsome and a bit boring.  She supposed actuaries had to lacking in personality to be so taken by numbers.

“Dear cousin, convince Father how important it is for young people like us to have certain freedoms.”

Todd shrugged. “You have more freedom than most. Why didn’t you get one of the servants, perhaps the one you borrowed clothes from, to accompany you?”

She had considered it. However, it would have been difficult to sneak in with a second person. Besides, Molly would hate hiding in the closet while she listened to a philosophy lecture.

They continued on, her father never once releasing her arm until they arrived at the front door. A uniformed butler, whose eyes rounded upon spotting her, greeted them. The butler, Gerard, had been with the family for decades. Although he normally coddled her, today, his disapproving gaze moved from her outfit to where her father held her arm.

“Good afternoon. Mrs. Humphries is in the tea parlor with Miss Vivian and Miss Penelope.”

“Thank you Gerard, we will join them,” her father replied, tugging her as Clara did her best to dig her heels into the floor. Unfortunately, she’d not considered exchanging her soft slippers for Molly’s more sturdy footwear.  And so she glided across the polished floor as if on wheels.

“Come along, Clara. Best to get this over with.” Her father was too strong. So, seconds later, they entered the tea parlor to meet the astounded looks of her mother and sisters.

Penelope, the youngest, coughed to cover up a giggle. Vivian, the eldest, gaped, her eyes bulging.

“What is the meaning of this?” her mother gasped, jumping to her feet. “Explain at once.”

In times like these, it was best to allow someone else to speak first, so Clara looked to her father. He seemed just as terrified as she felt.

“I found Clara out near Hyde Park, unescorted and dressed in this…this…manner.”

The explanation only seemed to infuriate her mother further.

“You’ve upset Mother,” Clara informed him. “I was not unescorted. I was left behind accidentally.”

By this time, her mother was close enough to pinch her. “Why are you dressed in those rags?”

The comment was rude. “Mother, you shouldn’t be so judgmental. If Molly overheard you, she’d be hurt.”

Sarah Humphries took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Taking advantage of that opportunity, her father dropped her arm and, along with Todd, made a quick exit.

“You will go upstairs immediately. Take a bath, put on a nightgown and go to bed. I cannot remain calm and continue to speak to you right now.”

If that was to be it, her only punishment, Clara had to fight hard not to smile. “Yes, Mother.” She dipped her head to seem meek and turned to leave.

“I am not finished.” Her mother’s words stopped her midstride. A contradiction. Her mother had just stated she was too angry to speak. “You will remain in your room until Friday evening. We have agreed to attend the dinner party at Lady Barrow’s home. Remain in your room until then. You will attend and be on your best behavior.”

At the sentence, she gasped and looked past her mother to her sisters. Surely one of them would plead for leniency. Both sat with rounded eyes and mouths open.

It was only Monday. Their mother rarely punished Clara for longer than two days.

“Mother, it is impossible to remain in my room for four long days. Whatever shall I do?”

Her mother closed the distance until their noses were but an inch apart. “Not be abducted. Not be ruined in the eyes of society and also casting your shadow of ruin over your sisters. This is Vivian’s year. I will not allow you to ruin it.”

“I thought you said all three of us would be seeking husbands,” Penelope interjected, her hand shooting up as if asking for permission to speak after the fact.

Her mother whirled and Penelope shrank back, her eyes rounded. “I mean…of course Vivian should receive all the attention. She is, after all, the eldest and soon will be considered a spinster.”

“Penelope!” Vivian cried out. “I have at least another season before that could happen. I am only twenty-one.”

Her mother placed two fingers on both temples. “Enough girls. We will adjourn to Clara’s room after tea and discuss the season.” She looked to Clara. “Go to your room now.”

“About Friday…” Clara started.

“I could change it to Saturday. You’d go straight to your room after Lady Barrow’s party.”

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USA Today Bestselling author Hildie McQueen loves unusual situations and getting into interesting adventures, which is what her characters do as well. She writes romance because she is in love with love! Author of Romance in Highland historical, Western Historical and contemporary, she writes something every reader can enjoy.

Most days she can be found in her pajamas hiding from deliverymen while drinking tea from her David Gandy coffee mug. In the afternoons she browses the Internet for semi-nude men to post on Facebook.

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She resides in beautiful small town Georgia with her super-hero husband Kurt and three doggies.

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The Extra Shot – July 29, 2018 with USA Today Bestselling Author Avery Flynn

The Extra Shot – July 29, 2018 with USA Today Bestselling Author Avery Flynn

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Today you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE excerpt from Seductive Surrender by USA Today Bestselling Author Avery Flynn to jump start your week! This book releases tomorrow, July 30th  so one-click your copy now and get ready for a great new book adventure in a few short hours! 

To set this up, Gina Luca and Ford Hartigan are at a wedding and there is a Kiss Cam and an open bar…yes, you read that right.

“I’m not kissing you.”

Unlike Gina, while the wedding guests continued to call for a kiss, he didn’t bother to hide his scowl. Of course, that just made him look even sexier. “Why not?”

Reasons! She clamped her mouth shut before that inanity escaped and called it a victory. Knowing the right thing to say at the right time had never been one of her gifts, so the fact that she managed to keep her trap shut was a total win. When he raised one dark eyebrow in question, she scrambled to come up with something besides because you’re too hot.
“I’m working,” she said.

Ford cocked his head and gave her some premium cop face, that blank suspicious stare that all but screamed you’re full of s%^t. “You don’t think our fine groom, Porter, was on shift when he met Meg at the emergency room after a guy he was arresting took a swing at him with a two-by-four? It’s just a kiss, and then they’ll move on to the next victim.”

She turned her attention back to the big screen display of this horribly awkward moment rather than meeting Ford’s unwavering gaze.

“Do not disrespect the Kiss Cam, Hartigan!” someone bellowed out as the chanting crowd grew more restless. And louder.

“One quick kiss,” he said, his tone grim with a thread of something more vulnerable underneath. “Then, they’ll leave us alone.”

Avery Flynn: USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

 
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The Extra Shot July 15, 2018 – USA Today Bestselling Author Collette Cameron and Bestselling Author Shana Galen

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Today you’ll find an EXCLUSIVE excerpt from Seductive Surrender by USA Today Bestselling Author Collette Cameron and An Affair with a Spare by Bestselling Author Shana Galen to jump start your weekend along with a fabulous giveaway too! This book released in May  so one-click your copy now and get ready for a great new book adventure! 

Sluggishly clawing his way to alertness from the dense fug shrouding his wooly mind, Dugall swallowed against a guttural moan. He lifted his neck an inch and double-sided jagged swords speared his head and ribs.
Faugh!
A rhythmic, bone-jarring rocking had bile rising high and burning the back of his throat. His stomach growled and roiled as much from hunger as the eye-crossing, thundering ache hammering his skull.
Not dead then, but probably concussed.
How badly?
He took a quick mental inventory.
I’m Dugall Kester Hugh Ferguson of Craiglocky Keep.
I’m four-and-twenty years old, and the youngest child of Hugh and Giselle Ferguson.
My brother is Laird Ewan McTavish, and I’m his solicitor and steward.
And—
Bloody damned maggoty hell . . .
He’d been robbed on his way to Edinburgh.
Stupid as turnips, thieves.
Did they really think he’d carry Craiglocky’s monthly receipts on his person? All they’d absconded with was a pocket watch, his dirk, and a few bank notes.
And he knew at least one of their names.
Bowie.
With Ewan’s vast connections, they’d almost certainly be apprehended and count themselves lucky if only deported to Australia.
He’d bet his beloved stallion, Bran, he’d broken a knuckle or two—likely all—fighting off the three ambushing scunners last night.
Had they only used fists, Dugall might’ve prevailed, but they’d carried clubs and daggers, too. He’d readily dispatched one, but a blow to the back of his head ended his fight.
He dared to slit one swollen lid open and tentatively stretched his legs, seeking other injuries.
What the h—?
Eyes flying open, he jerked upright. At the abrupt movement, discordant agony speared his pounding skull again with the ferociousness of a battering ram.
Holy God in heaven.
Clutching his head lest it topple from his neck, he gulped against a crushing wave of nausea and blinked away the gray closing in, dusty black specks flitting before his eyes.
I willna pass out again.
Inhaling a restorative breath, he shut his eyes until the dervish in his head stopped spinning. His movements tentative and controlled, he again assessed his situation.
Stout rope secured his ankles and wrists, and he lay stuffed into the corner of a wagon loaded with several chests, boxes, burlap bags, and oddly shaped cloth-wrapped bundles. What looked like a carriage lap robe covered him from waist to calves.
Given his missing neckcloth, the robe and the padding behind him, someone had attempted to make him somewhat comfortable as the wagon bumped along, threatening to dislodge his head from his shoulder with each new divot in the road.
He lifted his bound hands and, jaw braced, gingerly touched his forehead. Encountering a bandage, he frowned.
Ach, his cravat.
The last thing he remembered after regaining consciousness and staggering from the forest was a coach and four barreling down on him.
Then nothing—until now.
He licked parched lips and closed his eyes for a long blink, willing the tormenting, brain piercing, thundering in his head to ease a jot.
God, what he wouldn’t give for a drink of water. Or better yet, a tot or two of Ewan’s superb whisky.
A sudden vision of coppery red hair framing a creamy, perfectly oval face from which glinted two turbulent bottle-green, umber lashed eyes, clambered to the forefront of his mind.
Ach, the ravishing ginger-haired angel.
He skewed his lips into a tiny arc—as much as he dared given his pummeled face.
No, angels abided in heaven, and haloes of shimmering red hair didn’t frame their faces.
Did they?
But she’d been far too bonny to be a deamhan.
He’d dreamed he’d gone to hell, and that exquisite face had floated over him.
He could still smell her sweet, fresh essence. Oranges and vanilla and flowers. Could see the smattering of coppery freckles on her perfect little upturned, rather saucy nose, and her peach-tinted rosebud mouth bent compassionately. The flecks of gold simmering in her arresting eyes lit a receptive, spine-jolting spark deep in his chest.
Despite his sorry state, his c&*k pulsed.
A familiar snort sounded near his ear.
Och. Thank God. Bran.
He’d feared for his equestrian friend.
Dugall’s relieved grin promptly transformed into a grimace as agony speared his face once more. He sucked in a raggedy breath. Devil take it. He might have to add a broken jaw and nose to his list of injuries.
“Ah, you’re awake. Good. You’ve had us all quite worried.”
Riding Bran, the red-haired vision patted the stallion’s withers. Head slightly cocked—the black feather in her quaint impractical hat perched at a jaunty angle atop her glorious mass of red curls—she regarded him, her vivid green-eyed gaze curious but wary.
She possessed an unusual accent; like nothing he’d ever heard before. Soothing and lyrical, soft around the edges, and the slightest bit annoying in the manner it lengthened all of her words.
Like cold heather honey dripping from a spoon, sweet and syrupy, yet maddeningly unhurried.
“Your horse is magnificent. Truly one of the grandest I’ve ever seen, and my grandpapa raised Thoroughbreds.”
Astonishment fueling him, Dugall summoned the strength to sit up straighter. Teeth clamped against the razing torture the movement caused, he raked his gaze over her shapely form.


AUTHOR BIO:A USA Today bestselling, award-winning author, Collette pens Scottish and Regency historicals, featuring rogues, rapscallions, rakes, and the intelligent, intrepid damsels who reform them. You’ll always find dogs, birds, occasionally naughty humor, and a dash of inspiration in her sweet-to-spicy timeless romances.A member of Novelist Inc., Romance Writers of America, as well as several RWA chapters including The Beau Monde, Hearts Through History and Rose City Romance Writers, Collette admits to a quirky sense of humor, enjoys trivia and inspiring quotes, adores castles and anything cobalt blue, and is a self-confessed Cadbury chocoholic.Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, too many flowers, or too many books. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.Connect with ColletteGet a free book! Subscribe to my Regency Rose Newsletter: https://www.subscribepage.com/theregencyrose

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In this excerpt from An Affair With a Spare, Rafe Beaumont, youngest son of an earl and former member of a special troop of British soldiers receives an unexpected assignment from his former commanding officer.

“I have an assignment for you.”

A sensation much like a mild bolt of lightning flashed through Rafe. “For me?”

“Yes.”

Rafe could not believe his good fortune. Finally! His chance. “But the war is over.”

“There are still dangerous people about, and the Foreign Office asked if I knew anyone who could take this assignment.”

“And you thought of me?” Rafe cleared his throat. “I mean to say, of course I came to mind directly.”

“Yes.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Yes.”

Rafe blinked. He hadn’t been expecting Draven to answer in the affirmative. Neil had rarely given him dangerous assignments during the war. Although Rafe had argued once or twice that slipping in and out of the bedchamber of one of Napoleon’s men, persuading his wife or mistress to reveal secrets, and slipping back out again without being caught was not without peril, it was not quite the same thing as running across a field while cannonballs exploded around you.

“Good.” Rafe clapped his hands together. “I have been wanting something to do besides chasing after women and attending social outings. What is it you need me to do?”

Draven smiled. “Attend social events and chase after a woman.”

Rafe sighed and sat back again. “And if I refuse to accept the assignment?”

“I don’t recall asking for your acceptance.”

“You’re no longer my commanding officer.”

Draven crossed his arms over his chest. “Would you like me to change that?”

“No.” Rafe knew as well as anyone Draven had connections in the highest spheres. One word to the Regent and Rafe might be back in uniform patrolling the Canadian frontier. “Tell me about my new assignment.”

Draven sat back. “Her name is Collette Fortier.”

“Fortier? Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Because her father was one of Napoleon’s most successful assassins.”

“And? If I remember correctly, Fortier is dead.”

“Yes.” The hackney slowed and Draven peered out the window. “I want you to find out more about his daughter.”

“How am I to do that?”

“We believe Collette Fortier is in London. We further believe she may be calling herself Collette Fournay and claiming to be a cousin of Lady Ravensgate.”

“Suspected French sympathizer and dear friend of Marie Antoinette’s daughter.”

“You are acquainted with Lady Ravensgate?”

“Not personally, but I’ve heard rumors. Is Lady Ravensgate taking Mademoiselle Fortier out in public?”

“I danced with the woman in question not a quarter hour ago, a woman Lady Ravensgate introduced as her cousin, a Miss Fournay. Your mission is to ascertain whether Miss Fournay is, in actuality, Collette Fortier, and if it is she, what she is doing in London. If she’s spying—and I think from my encounter this evening that there is a very good chance of that—discover what information she hopes to unearth and determine what she knows already.”

“And then?”

“And then you kill her.”

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He’s turned seduction into an art form…
Rafe Beaumont, fifth son of an earl, uses his irresistible charm with the ladies to glean dangerous war secrets. Now he’s putting those skills to the ultimate test: capturing an elusive assassin by seducing his daughter. The problem? She’s entirely immune to Rafe’s flattery.

Never before has Collette Fortier met a man as attractive as Rafe. But her father’s life is at stake, and succumbing to Rafe would be disastrous. But when Rafe turns the tables on her, offering support and friendship instead of a fleeting affair, Collette finds herself tempted in ways she never could have imagined…

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Shana Galen is a three-time Rita award nominee and the bestselling author of passionate Regency romps, including the RT Reviewers’ Choice The Making of a Gentleman. Kirkus says of her books, “The road to happily-ever-after is intense, conflicted, suspenseful and fun,” and RT Bookreviews calls her books “lighthearted yet poignant, humorous yet touching.” She taught English at the middle and high school level off and on for eleven years. Most of those years were spent working in Houston’s inner city. Now she writes full time. She’s happily married and has a daughter who is most definitely a romance heroine in the making.

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Shana is offering ONE lucky reader a print or digital (winner’s choice) of the first two books in the series, Third Son’s a Charm and No Earl’s Allowed
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