You Kill Me

by Holly LeRoy

 

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GENRE: Mystery/thriller

 

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LIEUTENANT EVE SHARPE should have seen the avalanche of trouble headed her way but events had dulled her edge and crumbled her foundation of toughness. With the press and politicians all coming for her, Eve begins to question whether she is really a cold blooded murderer or simply losing her mind. Was it an officer involved shooting gone wrong? An honest mistake? Or, something much, much worse?

 

There's one thing for sure, it has turned the Chicago Police Department upside down, and Lieutenant Eve Sharpe's life along with it.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

It only took a couple of minutes to get to the scene. The Chicago Grand Hotel sat half a block from the Mag Mile near the museum. Built in the 1890’s it was restored in 2001, covered in glitzy looking polished brass and white marble. Even though it usually gleamed in the daytime, the sleet sweeping in off the lake made it looked gray and blocky, more like a Soviet prison. In front, a garish, fully involved crime scene revealed itself in stark contrast.   Flashing blue lights, yellow tape, a couple of cruisers. Uniforms directing traffic. Battery operated lights blasted through the snow swirls, lighting up the scene like a movie set.

 

I headed over to the body while Walt went to talk to the first on the scene. The ME, a photographer, and a tech crouched over the dead girl while a couple of other uniforms erected a blue plastic tent in an effort to shelter the body from gawkers. I touched the ME on the shoulder and Harold Slezak glanced up at me. “One of yours?” he said and turned the girl’s face to the light.

 

I knelt and felt my stomach lurch as I looked down. A deep, bloody skull depression on her forehead, her arms were twisted around the wrong way and zip-tied at the wrist. Yellow bile stained her pink sweatshirt.

 

“Yes. It’s Debi Miller.”

 

Her blue eyes open, flecks of snow had begun to stick to her face. She was already starting to freeze.

 

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REVIEW

 

As far as a crime/mystery story goes this was a favorite of mine. Lt. Eve Sharpe is also an incredible character with so much integrity and fierceness. A good Lieutenant, however she has major trouble headed her way. Too many events lead to her questioning herself and her job. I thought the story was well written and you could tell how much love and devotion the author had into putting all the criminal aspect into the story. Each page was interesting, exciting, and intense only to leave you with wanting to know what happens next. I found the story to be amazing and while this is new author to me and also my first time really reading a thriller I say I was well pleased and look forward to reading more from the author and the genre. I highly recommend this one to anyone who loves a good thriller!                              

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HOLLY LEROY has been an actor, amateur boxer, NASCAR journalist, expert witness, Santa County Substance Abuse Commissioner, and patrolled with the Drug Enforcement Unit of the San Jose Police Department.

He lives in the Sierra Nevada mountains with his wife, four cats and two dogs.

 

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Thick badge, big gun, fond of handcuffs.

One sassy little thief is about to get all tangled up with the growliest, most alpha law-man on Blackthorn Mountain.

And it’s not just the arm of the law that’s long and hard…

First she was my bride, now she’s my fugitive. I was a rough, stone-cold cop when she said “I do”—driven hard to hunt, to seek, to lock down. And Lucy was the tempting little firecracker in my black and white, right or wrong world.

Except there was more to Lucy than met the eye, and pretty soon, her sins and the law tore us apart. And for two years, I’ve been looking for my runaway bride.

But now, I’ve found her, hiding out on Blackthorn Mountain. Gorgeous, sassy, headstrong and temping as fuck. I’m supposed to drag her bratty little ass to jail. But when I get my first look, feel, and taste of her in two damn years, no duty or law in this word is going to keep me from taking back what’s mine.

She owes money to some very, very not nice people, and they’re out for blood. But there’s more trouble than that brewing on Blackthorn Mountain. Every demon, every buried secret, every loose thread—every one of the outlaws up on the mountain’s past is coming for them, and the battle for Blackthorn is about to hit hard.

If these bastards want Lucy? Well, they’re going to have to come through me first. And if they want Blackthorn Mountain?

Well, they’re about to learn that outlaw mountain hits back even harder.

Lucy ran from me once. It’s not going to happen again.

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Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you! 

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You are cordially invited to the wedding of the season...

Having found each other and their happily-ever-after, Jessica, Justin, and Chris are preparing to make their commitment as official as a threesome can. In the presence of their supportive family and friends, they plan to exchange their vows and celebrate the love and uniqueness of their relationship.

But what awaits them on their special day is no fairy tale. Not everyone in their lives has accepted their uncommon bond. And one of the guests isn't attending the wedding... he's trying to stop it.

Venus Wedding is a follow-up to the Venus Rising Quartet and the Stronghold Series. While it may be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable for those who have completed the Venus Rising Quartet. Like the Venus Rising books, this is a high-heat MFM romantic adventure. Proceed with caution (or excitement)!

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"What do you think?" Chris asked him, giving Jessica's nipples another little pinch. "Should we make next weekend super special for our girl? Maybe not let her come until the wedding night?" "Hey!" Jessica protested and Justin chuckled as he slid two fingers into her mouth, effectively gagging her. She did her best though, making an unhappy noise around his fingers and scowling up at both of them. Chris twisted her nipples, rocking his hips again, and making her squeak at the sharp pinch. "That could be fun... what do you think sweetheart? Should we make this week extra special for you?" Her hazel eyes widened in horror, because she knew if that's what they decided to do, they'd spend the week sexually tormenting her. Truthfully, while it could be fun, the thought didn't appeal to Chris. He wanted her relaxed and excited, not frustrated and on edge, going into their wedding weekend. Secure in the knowledge that he and Justin were on the same page, he didn't mind teasing her a bit. "We're just trying to give you want you want, beautiful," he said, sliding his hands down around her breasts and pressing the sides of the soft mounds together. His cock slipped back and forth in the sexy channel they made for him. "Justin and I can make do this week with just these pretty breasts... or your sweet mouth..." "Or her hot little ass," Justin said, grinning wickedly, thrusting his fingers back and forth in her mouth for her to suck on. His other hand was idly stroking his cock. "We can leave your pussy completely alone all week, if that's what you really want." When he pulled his fingers from her lips so that Jessica could finally answer, she'd lost a lot of her sass. "Pleaaaaaaaaase don't do that," she begged prettily. "I didn't mean it! I was just teasing you! I definitely want to have sex and orgasms this week! They'll all be super, super special!" The sincerely earnest way she promised them the specialness of any encounters made both men laugh and she scowled again in realization. "You're teasing me, aren't you?" "Yes, gorgeous, we're teasing you," Chris said, grinning down at her.

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Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

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A mother’s tragic diagnosis.
A daughter’s life on hold.
An ending and a new beginning ...

Cassandra McDowall’s mother has been forgetful for a while, but she never anticipated rapid-onset Alzheimer’s to come out of nowhere and shake their world to its very core.

As Cassie puts her already-lackluster life on hold, her mom’s indomitable will and spirit of adventure prove to be a handful.

And as her mother fades, the two embark on one last adventure—a journey that reveals secrets on the brink of being lost, the joy of foreign sunsets, and love where she hadn’t thought it possible.

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I remember the moment it happened. I had barely pulled away from the curb, done a quick shoulder check, and that’s when life broadsided me.

I was thirty-nine, coincidentally exactly forty weeks from my fortieth birthday. I’ve lived forever since that moment, or so it seemed. Even though it was really only a year and change out of my life, that day that began it all.

It was a day like any other except ... I swear the ring on my phone was louder than normal. And Mother’s voice was strident and demanding.

“Cassie, you best get over here now. I’ve lost my best pen and they’ve taken my Christmas cards away.”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but the panic in her voice was real and like nothing I had heard before.

“Cassandra McDowall?” The disembodied voice was no longer my mother’s, but instead one that was male and full of authority.

“Yes.” Somehow my fingers were already knotting in trepidation of what he might want.

“This is Tod Rushinski, staff sergeant with the Regina City Police.”

My palms began to sweat.

“Your mother is Jessica Jane McDowell?”

“Yes.” Fortunately it was the only word required for it was the only word I could choke out. The police never phoned for a good reason.

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The winner of her city’s writing award, RyshiaKennie’s novels have taken her characters from the depression era prairies in her first book “From the Dust” to a across the globe and back again. There’s never a lack of places to set a story as the too long prairie winters occasionally find her with travel journal in hand seeking adventure on foreign shores. While facing off a Monitor Lizard before breakfast or running through the Kasbah chased by an enraged Water Carrier aren’t normal travel experiences and might never find a place in one of her stories, they do make great travel stories. When not collecting odd memories from around the world, she’s writing mainly romantic suspense and women’s fiction.

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Title: Syler McKnight
An Enemies to Lovers Holiday Tale

Author: Cora Brent

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 19, 2019

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Maybe there’s one of us in every family.  

The guy who scorns all the rules.  

The guy who shuns expectations.  

The guy most commonly known as the ultimate villain in a cultish self help movement.

On the other hand, perhaps we’re not as common as I thought.  

But so what if I’m never anyone’s hero? 

At least I’m a good brother. That is the one thing I manage to get right.  So when my big sister is abandoned by her prick of a husband, leaving her and her four kids alone a week before Christmas, I don’t hesitate to head home.  

To my surprise, I’m not the only one who shows up.  

Katrina has always been my sister’s best friend.  She’s headstrong and hot. She’s neurotic and sexy.  She belts out old power ballads with horrible, tuneless abandon and her hair always smells like vanilla cookie batter. 

We have a long history of being at odds and she’s never appreciated my natural talent for getting under her skin.  

And then there was the time when we accidentally got naked together…

There might have been some post-wedding horniness involved.  

Combined with antique furniture abuse.  

Along with a creative application of lemon buttercream. 

It’s kind of a forbidden topic.  

Now, nearly a decade later, it’s possible I’m still using that memory to get off once or twice or twelve times a month.     

Katrina never knew that back in the day she was the one girl who really got to me.  

In the spirit of the holidays I’ve decided it’s time to settle the score.   

She already thinks I’m not one of the good guys.  

She also realizes I’ve got something she wants for Christmas.  

All she has to do is swallow her high maintenance pride and ask nicely.  

I can guarantee she’ll get more than she ever bargained for...  

  

*SYLER MCKNIGHT is a complete stand alone with:

·       Small town quirkiness

·       Enemies to Lovers (with majorly hot hate sex)

·       A sarcastic flannel-shirt-wearing anti-hero

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Syler & Katrina... loved these two together. They have a lot of issues in their complicated lives which lead them to have a sorta of love/hate relationship. Both are running from their lives and situations. These two both struggle with the want to settle down and start a life. I think these two are so much a lot that it is scary, however it does help them heal one another and grow to be better people and a better couple. This was an interesting, exciting story and I was sorry to see it end!

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Cora Brent was born in a cold climate and escaped as soon as it was legally possible. Now, she lives in the desert with her husband, two kids and a prickly pear cactus she has affectionately named ‘Spot’. Cora’s closet is filled with boxes of unfinished stories that date back her 1980’s childhood and all her life she has dreamed of being an author. Amazingly, she is now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of contemporary romance and begs not to be awakened from this dream.

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Title: Unexpected Bond
Series: Unexpected Arrivals #4

Author: Kaylee Ryan

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: December 19, 2019

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Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, the universe decides to tilt your world on its axis.

I had a plan, and I was moving forward until the day my world was flipped upside down.

It’s a challenge I wasn’t prepared for, but one I had to face.

How do you combine the life you thought you had to the one you’re living?

One breath.
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One day at a time, you learn to live with your unexpected bond.

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Seth & Mara's story will leave you floored. These two had such an amazing strong connection. When you finally pick yourself off the floor boom all over again. The story was full of emotions and struggles. Great amazing characters and secondary characters that will leave only wanting more and hope it leads to other stories from some. Get ready for one wild ride when you read this one!

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Kaylee Ryan is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author.  When she’s not spinning tales of happily ever after, she’s reading or spending time with family.  Born and raised an Ohio girl, Kaylee resides in Cincinnati with her husband and their son.

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SHANE MILLER SLEEP DIARY:

Went to bed at: Late.

How long it took to fall asleep: Forever. I have insomnia. Duh.

Number of caffeinated beverages you had consumed: Zero. Thanks for advising me to quit!

My stress level is off the charts.

I can’t sleep right on a normal day, and lately my days are filled with the best kind of chaos.

My ex-wife and husband number two are filming in Poland for three months,

so I’m turning down movie parts to focus on the most important role of my life—

impossibly charming and somewhat capable young single dad.

My son won’t stop asking questions.​

My daughter won’t brush her teeth unless I sing her showtunes.

Our regular nanny quit.

The only person I could trust to hire as a temp nanny is my best friend’s sister.

If Mary Poppins and Bill Murray had a baby it would be Willa.

Fresh out of grad school and beautifully weird.

She hates my movies, and my kids adore her.

I couldn’t sleep last night because she wasn’t here.

Turns out I can’t sleep unless she’s in my house now.

Turns out she’s what’s been missing from my life all along.

If my friend had any idea what I want to do to his gorgeous troublemaker of a sister,

he would smother me with a pillow.

The chances of us succeeding as a couple are about as good as that little indie movie

that I made being a huge hit.

But it’s a chance I’m going to take.

Shane and I just stare at each other for a few seconds and then laugh.

“You wanna go ‘get a green juice or something’ too? I can sit here and drink coffee by myself. It’s fine.”

“I don’t think green juice is what I need right now.”

“Oh yeah? What do you need?”

“A three-day nap.”

“Have you always had insomnia?”

He shrugs. “Off and on since…since right before I got married, actually.” He says it as if he’s just realizing this now.

Interesting.

“And you need a nanny now because…”

“Because the regular nanny quit on Friday, so I have the kids while Margo and her husband are shooting a movie in Poland for a few months. I’m taking time off from work so I can be with the kids, but it’s been so long since I’ve had a good night’s sleep, I can barely function. The weekend was okay, but I almost didn’t get them to school on time today.”

Poor guy. This is a man who’s led a charmed life. He’s not used to feeling overwhelmed and out of sorts. I look down at his hands, both of them holding on to his cup of decaf coffee.

He needs so much more than caffeine to wake him up right now.

“Have you ever had your palm read before?”

He quirks a brow at me. “No. Have you?”

“Yes. By a woman in Versailles.” She told me that I met the love of my life before I was in high school. “I’m pretty sure everything she said was a crock of shit, but she was very charming and convincing.”

I can’t tell from his expression if he’s a cynic or not.

“Let me see your right hand.” I hold out both of my hands, palms up.

“Wait a minute,” he says, smirking and cocking his head to one side. “Are you the charming and convincing crock-of-shit palm reader from Versailles?”

“The grandmother of the family I boarded with taught me a few tricks.” I beckon him with the fingers of my outstretched hands.

He pushes his coffee aside and stretches his hand across the table without hesitation. Surprising. I take his hand in mine and examine the shape of it. I am fully aware that this would play out very differently if we were at a bar instead of a supermarket and if my brother were half a world away instead of at some counter inside the store, chatting up a hot chick. I am also aware that the last thing I should be doing is pulling out the party trick I’ve employed to flirt with guys who are either too pretty or too shy to make the first move. But I guess this is what’s happening.

His hand.

Oh Lord, his hand.

The texture of his skin is not quite rough and not exactly smooth. It feels good. “You’re down-to-earth, but you’re also sensitive.”

“Am I?”

I turn his hand over to press my thumbs into his palm. It’s firm and resilient. “You’re very practical and hard-working.”

“And you’re still kinda weird, huh?”

“Am I?”

His skin has a pinkish hue. I bet his penis is really pretty. “Well, the lack of sleep isn’t affecting your overall health. That’s good.” He’s loving and supportive. Margo Quincey is a fucking idiot for letting this guy go. “Oh, you have a square palm.”

“What does that mean? I’m good at opening square jars?”

“It confirms that you have good energy and you’re a hard-worker. You don’t mind a challenge.” His long fingers are capable and sexy, and I want them on my body. Shit. “You’re responsible and you finish what you start.” I want these fingers inside me. Fuck. “This is your heart line,” I say, tracing the major line across the top of his palm with my fingertip. It’s long and strong. I want to see him wrap this hand around his cock, and I want him to ram that cock into me. He could really give it to me good. Goddammit, what is wrong with me? “This tells me something about your emotional life.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it telling you?”

His heart line is curved. Shit, it’s really curved. Sex is very important to this man. “I, uhhh…That’s about the extent of my palm-reading abilities. Sorry.”

He pulls his beautiful hand away to rake it through his amazing hair. “Well, I learned a lot about myself, thanks.”

I place my hands at the edge of the table in front of me and push myself against the back of my chair. This is a passionate man who will stop at nothing to make a woman come, and I can’t be that woman and I need to shift gears. “So, are you doing an ad for hair products later today or what?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Then why do you look like that?”

“Like this?” He points to his perfectly tousled hair. “I literally wake up with awesome hair every day. I couldn’t make it look bad if I tried.”

“That’s kind of annoying.”

“I know, but to be fair, it’s my only annoying quality.”

“Unless one considers the inability to select a decent movie to star in a quality.” Shit. Too far. I’m going too far in the other direction.

And yet, he seems totally unoffended.

“Once again, to be fair, that’s just my inability to fire my agents for encouraging me to do those mainstream movies that pay me millions of dollars so I can feed my children.”

“And you couldn’t possibly feed your children with money earned from films that don’t star former wrestlers? I’m curious—do you even read the scripts before you agree to make these movies?” Oh my God, Willa, he’s a nice dad who is exhausted and he really needs your help. Don’t be a dick.

Where’s my idiot brother?

I need to shift gears again.

And Shane Miller needs to stop staring at my mouth or I’m going to fling myself across this table and never stop kissing him.

Before writing steamy romantic comedy novels, Kayley Loring had a fifteen-year career as a screenwriter in Los Angeles (under a different name). She mostly wrote PG-13 family comedies that studios would pay her lots of money for and then never make into movies. In 2017 she decided to move to the Pacific Northwest and write about all the fun stuff that she wasn't allowed to write about in those PG-13 scripts. Now she’s breathing cleaner air and writing dirtier words. It’s an adjustment she’s happily getting used to.

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