“I'm Kate Jones. I work in the R and D lab...sir.” Nick turned to Kate, who removed her rimless glasses and held out her hand to shake his. It was small and firm and some warning bell stopped him from repeating his former greeting to ...
Captain Owen of the Banur Dream, seventy years ago. He has awful handwriting, though, and worse spelling. But he mentions trading with a 'Southron vessel.' Oil for wine and dried fruit...blah blah blah.” “Blah!
Her pride, his prejudice, and astoundingly poor judgment.
Her people wanted a ruler.
Star Fisher refuses to let the scar marring her face dictate her choices or the dreams haunting her nights affect her life.
Fate will not be denied.
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Menagerie a Trois: The usual pressure on Randy to solve cases while trying to avoid getting involved with some serious nasties sounds simple enough.
A medieval Scottish blacksmith and a millennial from Detroit walk into a bar… By the age of six, Fiona could sink a bank shot.
When Morgan McRobbie rescues a damsel-in-distress from a dragon, he expects she’ll swoon, murmuring “My hero!” Instead, Marissa has only loathing for the man everyone believes will betray Kilbourne.
Emily Saint-Claire has one Christmas wish: to take a few weeks off from her demanding job as co-CEO of Bow-Wow Enterprises, an international nonprofit organization that matches rescue dogs with people who need rescuing.
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If you enjoyed Midnight in Mongolia and want to see the first mystery that propelled formed The Blenders and kicked off their exciting journeys, turn the page for a peek into The Prince of Keegan Bay, book 1 of The Blenders series.
He strode through a field of bright blossoms the pink-orange of the sunrise. Fat bumblebees careened through them like drunken cadets. He approached the wooded edge, where delicate purple flowers—the same amethyst as Pryseis's ...
However, before she could, Tanner said, “Anyway, I understand why writing a love song is difficult for you. Hard to write what you don't believe in. You're like an atheist trying to write a poem about God.” She chuckled.
Memory loss.
What if you knew everyone you loved was going to die?