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Salvaged by J. S. Marlo
The discovery of a submerged Model T blurs the line between dream and reality, exposing a young scuba diver's past and threatening her future.
Star Fisher refuses to let the scar marring her face dictate her choices or the dreams haunting her nights affect her life. A skilled scuba diver and underwater investigator, she assists in the salvage operation of a sunken Model T, but will it reveal its secrets?
Captivated by the feisty diver, captain Hauk Ludvikson struggles against his attraction as they explore the old automobile linked to the unsolved disappearance of a rich heiress. As past crimes create new ones, he must decide if he wants to protect Star or protect his heart.
With danger lurking under and above the water line, Star fights for her future—a future she may not salvage twice.
Hauk left the cabin and stepped onto the twelve-foot deck. According to his watch, Arnie and Fisher had been down less than ten minutes.
The oxygen tanks lined up against the storage bin beckoned to him. He grabbed the closest one and peered at the gauge. 1,700 pounds. Enough air for a short dive. Wanting to witness what had prompted Fisher's request, he geared up and dove in.
The wetsuit didn't completely insulate his skin from the colder water he encountered fifty feet below. With darkness surrounding him, he trusted the guide rope to lead him to the site as he continued his descent. Minutes later, through the shadowy waters, Hauk spotted his two divers. Arnie floated above a lamppost, and Fisher knelt on the lakebed in front of the wreck.
An object was in Fisher's hand. He swam toward her to get a better view, but the mysterious object disappeared into her bag, and she glided away from him before he had a chance to satisfy his curiosity. A few flutter kicks behind her, Hauk stretched out his arm with the intent of tapping her shoulder. Her hand swiftly swept across her belt, and a glint of light from the lampposts reflected off her glove.
She spun around. Eyes glazed with fear, she swung her arm. Sharp reflexes allowed Hauk to deflect the blow, but they didn't prevent her other hand from sneaking past his defenses. He inhaled sharply.
A silver blade, shining in the light, pushed against his hose, ready to sever his air supply with the flick of her wrist.
Taming the Outback by Ann B. Harrison
Libby is set on taming the outback as she takes over Quincy Station, but can she tame her rough neighbor, Nathan's, hardened heart as well?
Nathan Miller rattles Libby's nerves more than she cares to admit. He is the one person that stands between her and the family home that has been left to her. So why then does the man stir her up to such an extent, her body pulses with the need to have him? They do nothing but clash and snap at one another, and he makes no bones about the fact she shouldn't be Quincy's Station's new owner, but back in the city where he thinks she belongs.
Having had an unpleasant clash with a "city girl" once before, Nathan does not think Libby has it in her to stick it out. He refuses to give in to his urges. But when Mother Nature brings chaos to Quincy Station and threatens Libby's children, he'll either be proved right in his assumptions or find his barriers taken down by a stubborn woman and her kids.
The four-wheel drive truck pulled up behind her, and the driver's door opened. She couldn't see the occupant until he stood right in front of her, towering over her in the dim light. He was dressed in dusty work clothes and jeans, which sat snugly on broad hips. A thick cotton work shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows showed off strong, tanned arms. An old, worn hat was pushed down over short hair, hiding his face as he stood looking down at her.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a deep voice that rolled over her, triggering something familiar deep in her brain.
"No, my car overheated, and now it won't start." Libby sighed as she followed him to the front of the vehicle.
He shone a flashlight at the hood and told her to release it. He lifted it and stuck his head beneath. Muttering and cursing drifted back toward her ears. He slammed it back down and turned to her.
"You have a broken radiator hose," the stranger said. "The top one has completely blown, and the bottom one is on its way out. Don't you check your car at all? It's a bloody mess under that hood."
"My car runs fine normally." Libby straightened her spine. So much for country charm; Mr. Personality, you aren't. "But thanks for looking at it anyway. I won't hold you up any longer."
"Testy little thing, aren't you?" He pushed his hat back on his head as he came closer to her, his face barely visible in the fading light. "We don't leave women on the side of the road out in this country."
"What are you doing here?" Libby asked as she recognized the lawyer who had made such an impression on her at Aaron's.
"I live here. The question should be what're you doing here?" He sneered before walking away from her.
"I think you know the answer to that question. It's such a shame our first encounter is enough to upset you." Libby kicked at the dirt, knowing her softly spoken words had gone unheard.
At least he's easy on the eyes; pity his attitude isn't as nice.
Leaning on the back of his dust-covered truck, Nathan pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and punched in a number. He glanced over at Libby pacing back and forth while he waited for someone to pick up.
He'd known she was due soon, but he didn't expect to meet her out on the highway, broken down.
"Tom, it's Nathan, I'm out on the side of the road at the highway end, just before the turnoff. I think I have something which belongs to you." He grimaced as he looked back toward the women watching him. "You had better bring the truck out. Yeah, sure, I'll wait with her. Don't be too long. She's a little bit fiery. Sure, 'bye."
"So..." he drawled, walking back to stand before Libby. His heart was thumping, and a thin sheen of sweat was making his face heat up as he let his gaze run over her body from her pert nose to her long, bare legs. He noticed the blush on her cheeks while he scrutinized her under the flashlight beam. Damn you, Uncle Aaron. Cute and fiery. Too dangerous out here. If circumstances were different, or even another time and place, he could get attached to this woman—at least, physically. "You're the city chick who's going to take Quincy Station into the black, eh? I wonder if you know what you're taking on, sweetheart?"
"Don't you 'sweetheart' me, mate. It's Libby. Libby Holland, and yes, I am the city chick who's taking over my great-uncle's farm." She glared at him in the torchlight.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Finding Baby J by Lorraine Nelson
One lonely woman, a doctor afraid of commitment... Will finding Baby J help them find each other?
Shana Davis knows what it's like to be unloved and unwanted. Her childhood involved being shuffled from one foster home to the next. One night, as her shift at Mercy hospital comes to an end, she hears a forlorn, mewling sound and finds a newborn baby boy left in a dumpster. The abandoned baby appeals to her soft heart and her immediate attachment to the child—dubbed Baby J—leads to her spending a lot of time in the Maternity Ward in the company of the handsome Dr. Daniels.
Dr. Kagan Daniels is heart-sore and commitment-shy due to his failed marriage and past experiences with selfish, cold-hearted women. But he sees a gentle, caring soul in Shana and is drawn to her. Despite his reservations, he realizes he wants to get to know her better and finds excuses to spend time in her company.
Having always wanted to be a daddy, Kagan adopts Baby J. As he and Shana grow closer, Shana feels she's found her own private heaven. She has Baby J and the man of her dreams. What more could a woman want?
But a conniving woman, a manipulative mother, and a man from Shana's past threaten to come between them. Will the lies spewed by others separate them forever? Or can their love win out over all?
Kagan held her hand as he guided her into the house. They walked through the foyer to ascend the magnificent staircase leading to the second story. Once there, he preceded her into his personal suite of rooms. The main area had a bay of windows opening out unto a balcony. The view overlooked the back lawn and gardens, which meandered down to the river where a boathouse and dock were just visible in the moonlight.
"Your home has such beautiful views."
"Nothing compares to the beauty of you. I especially like looking at you as I undress you, exposing that gorgeous body, one piece of clothing at a time."
Kagan matched his words with action, starting with her sweater, looped casually around her shoulders. He gathered her into his arms for a deep, passion-filled kiss. She felt that melting sensation that happened every time he kissed her. Her insides fluttered and took wing before settling into a delicious knot of anticipation. She stroked her hands down his chest and felt the ripple of firm muscle, enjoying the opportunity to explore his body more fully. Her inhibitions completely deserted her. Though he hadn't said the words, she felt he was making a commitment to them as a couple and not just playing the field.
The Devil’s Match: The Devil DeVere, Book 4 by Victoria Vane
Once burned twice shy... but when old flames come together...passion reignites...
When burned once... Arriving in London as her goddaughter's chaperone, Baroness Diana Palmerston-Wriothesley wants to avoid her erstwhile lover at all costs.
Once nearly consumed by passion, four years has reduced the former inferno to bitterness and ashes.
By an old flame... A world-weary master of seduction, Ludovic "The Devil" DeVere is bored with his chosen life of debauchery.
When Diana's charge disappears, she is forced to seek help from the devil's lair, and their mutual desire reignites with undeniable ferocity.
Fire is best fought with fire... While DeVere is hell-bent to have her back for keeps, Diana is equally determined to bring him to his knees...by acquiring some sensual secrets of her own.
"What the devil is it, Winchester?" Lord DeVere snapped at the appearance of his majordomo. "I thought I communicated quite clearly that we were not to be disturbed."
The flushing servant diverted his gaze to the ceiling in an obvious effort to ignore the ongoing orgy. "But there is a lady to see you, my lord. She is most insistent."
"Another one?" Lord Malden chortled. "By all means, have him send the baggage in. Damn me, DeVere, but you are well supplied."
"I am, indeed," DeVere answered. "It is a most amicable arrangement with Madam Hayes, but I had not requested another." DeVere gave another long, lazy pull on the stem of the hookah proffered by his scantily clad companion and cast a sadly indifferent gaze.
The servant flushed. "You misapprehend, my lord. This lady—"
"Will not be turned away." Diana stepped boldly into the room.
Ludovic almost laughed aloud. For there she stood, as if he'd conjured her. Although a black veil obscured her face, he could have identified her proud carriage and sultry voice among a hundred similar women. In all of his six-and-thirty years, he had never allowed a woman to get under his skin, but this one had infected him with an infirmity for which he had yet to find a complete cure.
Oh, he'd sought balm for his condition, all right. In Paris, he had soothed his raging fever with opera dancers, and in Italy, the finest Venetian courtesans had served as a temporary unguent. Following in the footprints of the ignoble Baron Baltimore, after whom he had capriciously chosen to model his life, Ludovic had sojourned to the East in an endeavor to satiate his sybaritic senses in every possible way. But still, his symptoms—the hollow sensation, the emotional detachment as if he were sleepwalking through life—inevitably returned.
The Baronet’s Blackout Bombshell by Raven McAllan
Your past has a habit of catching up with you. Bare-assed, climbing a wall, would be one of those times, naturally.
Chrissie thought her humiliation was complete when Baronet Archie called off their engagement. However, meeting him again, when she is attempting to break back into her temporary residence, takes embarrassment to new heights. Will he turn her in to her boss or do the gentlemanly thing and look the other way? Archie has never forgotten his little bombshell. Being so visibly reminded of her attributes makes him determined to atone for his past mistakes.
There is nothing quite like a war going on to remind you that life is short and there for the taking.
Can Archie convince Chrissie he's here to stay, or will circumstances drive them apart once more?
"For Christ's sake, Archie," Chrissie burst out, forgetting Archie had no idea who she was, "stop gawking like a barrow boy at my bits and pieces and help me down! Can't you see I'm stuck here?"
"Oh, er, well, now, then. Right, oh...But you'll owe me. And do I know you?"
Bugger! Chrissie realized the darkness might hide her identity, but not her body, which he obviously enjoyed seeing. The thought made her go very warm and wet.
"Well, not all of me. No," she said in her normal upper-class manner. She forgot the sloppier accent she had deliberately cultivated so as not to seem out of place or snobbish. Her parents may be, but both she and Merle were much more in tune with normality.
In the dim light from the almost covered headlamps, she watched Archie move to stand right under her, his gait uneven. Had he been injured and she not notified? She held her breath as he stood still, looked her up and down, found where her skirt was caught, and swiftly and surely unhooked it. Thank goodness her face was in shadow.
Stealing the Sheriff’s Heart by L.B. Shire
Sheriff Corban Culley came to Becker's Ridge to set roots and make a good name for himself. He never expected to risk it all to save Miss Amelia Grey, the woman who stole his heart.
Sheriff Corban Culley is hot on the heels of an outlaw who just robbed the local stagecoach. He captures the hooded bandit easily enough, but what he finds under that cover will change his life forever.
As of late, Amelia Grey has been threatened, bullied and blackmailed. In her desperation to save her kidnapped brother and her family's ranch, she's forced to make a tough decision. After falling for handsome lawman Corban Culley, she spent months finding ways to cross his path. But she hadn't expected their next encounter to be with her on the wrong side of the law, and him needing to risk his reputation to save her family.
Amelia leaned forward, and attempted to hide the grimace on her face. Her ribcage was tender from where Corban had crushed her into the hard ground with his body. The pain was endurable compared to the extreme displeasure that crossed his features each time their eyes met.
She wished she could crawl into a cave and hide. By the look on Sheriff Culley's face, she could tell she was in big trouble.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again. His features were dark and drawn in an unhappy frown. This wasn't how she'd envisioned herself ending up in his arms.
"I'll live." She lowered her gaze to the ground. She'd hoped for weeks to catch his eye, along with every other single, eligible woman in town. To her delight, the sheriff had chosen her, above all the rest, to spend the evening with at the barn dance. She'd been ecstatic with his offer.
A woman couldn't have asked for a more handsome date. His collar-length chestnut hair curled about his ears under the wide brimmed cowboy hat he wore. His warm brown eyes were confident, and lit up when he smiled. And he smiled a lot—at her. She'd relished the power of his strong arms around her and then to her great joy, he'd kissed her with a passion that had sent sparks clear to her toes. She'd been left breathless. Her body ached for something more she didn't comprehend.
For weeks after the dance, she'd made excuses to return to town. The supplies she'd forgotten, visits to the ladies of the church. All in hopes to catch a glimpse of him. She found he preoccupied her every thought throughout the day since that first kiss.
To her delight, she'd been able to catch his eye at a recent church social. They'd strolled arm in arm by the creek that passed through town, and she'd kissed his cheek and flirted with modest intent. He remained chivalrous, to her dismay. She'd hoped he would kiss her with the same passion he'd shown her at the dance.
Even if she'd ruined any chance of winning Corban's heart with this robbery, she could trust that he'd at least help her save her brother. He was the sheriff after all.