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The Right Ranger

The Right Ranger
The Men of At Ease Ranch #3
By: Donna Michaels
Releasing June 12, 2017
Entangled Lovestruck


Haley Wagner’s life just got a lot more complicated. As if turning her struggling ranch around isn’t tough enough, she’s forced to call him for help. With his hard eyes and even harder body, Cord is an irritatingly sexy contradiction of hot and cold. How can she possibly hide her embarrassing secret when just looking at Cord is a combustible event?

Former Army Ranger Cord Brannigan has a secret, too. He promised his fallen teammate he’d protect the tempting, fiercely independent Haley from a distance, but now they’re stuck together for three weeks. Alone. Keeping his hands off will take every ounce of control he can muster. And that control is slipping…

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Author Info
Donna Michaels is an award winning, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Romaginative fiction. Her hot, humorous, and heartwarming stories include cowboys, men in uniform, and some sexy, primal alphas. With a husband in the military fulltime, and a household of nine, she never runs out of material to write, and has rightfully earned the nickname Lucy…and sometimes Ethel. From short to epic, her books entertain readers across a variety of sub-genres, and one has even being hand drawn into a Japanese translation. Now, if only she could read it.



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Excerpt ~

As soon as he cut the engine outside the barn, he heard a large crash from inside followed by a slew of curses.


With his gut knotted tight, he crossed the yard and entered on a sprint. “Haley…Jesus,” he muttered, finding her underneath a pegboard and a pile of tools. Sharp ones. Shit.

“Now you show up,” she scoffed.

He hoisted the peg board and tossed it aside. “What the hell happened?”

“Had a fight with a wall and lost.” A smirk twitched her full lips and gleamed in her whiskey gaze.

“That’s not funny.”

“Damn straight.” She frowned. “It hurts like a bitch.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “How the hell did you manage to knock this over?”

“Quite well, actually.”


He knelt beside her and leveled his gaze on her. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Did I?” She tipped her chin and narrowed her eyes. “Hard to tell underneath all that accusation and condemnation dripping from your tone. I’m not one of your Rangers, Warlock. That hard stare of yours won’t work on me.”

Christ. He didn’t need this shit.

She made to get up, pushing a few tools out of the way, and that’s when he noticed the blood dripping down her arm.

“Stay still,” he ordered, grasping her unharmed arm to hold her steady. “Let me have a look.”

A quick inspection deemed it deep but not stitch-worthy, thank God. He yanked off his shirt and wrapped it around her arm, ignoring her gasp as he tied it tight until he could get her in the house for some proper first aid. But he didn’t want her moving until he examined the rest of her body for injuries.

With his training kicking in, he ran his hands over her, noting a small cut on her cheek, another on the back of her hand, and a bruise on her other wrist, no doubt from covering her face.

“You okay?” he asked, staring into her dazed eyes. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

She blinked and focused her gaze on his face, then shook her head after she opened her mouth and nothing came out.


His insides twisted when he took in the mash of clippers, hammers, screwdrivers, and pliers scattered around them. She was lucky. So damn lucky.

After helping her to her feet, he bent to scoop her in his arms.

“W-what are you doing?” She wiggled as he carried her across the yard, trying his damndest not to notice the soft curves brushing his chest.

“Taking you inside to fix your arm. Stay still.” Awareness already spread through his body, waking up parts that had no business enjoying the feel of his dead friend’s widow cradled against him.

Haley grunted. “I can walk.”

“Good to know,” he replied, but continued to hold her as he stepped onto the porch. “Get the door.”

With a loud sigh, she reached out and twisted the knob. “Okay, you can put me down now.”

“Where’s your first aid kit?” he asked, ignoring her protests.

She closed her mouth and stared at him, her eyes twin pools of pissed-off brown. God, she was gorgeous. And damn, he did not need to have his arms full of her hot curves.

He muttered an oath. “You can keep quiet all you want, but I’m just going to stand here and hold you until you tell me.”

Even if it killed him.




Review ~
The Right Ranger (The Men of At Ease Ranch #3) by Donna Michaels
Another GREAT At Ease story, I cannot wait to read what comes next. No matter what is going on as soon as I get my grubby hands on one of her stories I can’t wait to sit back, kick up my feet and read what’s happening with the guys on the ranch, they all deserve their happily ever after. Each story is its own standalone HRA love story but each one builds a bigger picture while you get individual backgrounds of one specific couple. I haven’t read any of Donna’s other series yet but just by the titles they make me want to jump right in and see how hot they are. This is Cord and Haley’s story, two people whom want the other but are afraid to act upon their attraction because of Drew….. The one ranger who didn’t make it home with them. You’ll have to read The Right Ranger (The Men of At Ease Ranch #3) to find out their story, oh but it’s MORE than worth the time! I cannot wait for the next At Ease story. I voluntarily reviewed an ARC copy of this book via Tasty Book Tours through NetGalley for an honest blog tour review. Due to sexual situations and adult language this novel is recommended for readers 18 and older!




Review ~
Her Secret Ranger (The Men of At Ease Ranch #2) by Donna Michaels
Secret Cowboy
Another awesome story about the men of At Ease Ranch! This is the first series that I’ve read by Donna, but it won’t be the last. With the way the story unfolds one you start reading you cannot put it down until you reach the finale. Beth has returned to where her former Ranger brother has made a home for himself at the At Ease Ranch, for work and get best friends wedding. Being just one town away means she gets to see him more often than she has for the last few years. Now that she’s back she ended up meeting up with her weekend hook-up from a few weekends ago, whom she had a fabulous time with. But she had a feeling he’s former military so she doesn’t mention him to get over-protective brother. While getting to know Brick outside of the bed she finds out he’s a former Ranger, which means her brother and him have something in common and it might work in their favor, but then again Cord is very overly-protective of her. But do Brick and Cord have more in common than Beth knows? You’ll have to read Her Secret Ranger to find out. I loved this story as well as the series, I cannot wait to see what happens next and get MORE Men of At Ease Ranch. Each story is it’s own standalone story of the men on the ranch, you won’t be lost if this were there first book of the series you decided to pick up. But with that being said you’d miss some background information from book about another couple who found their HEA. I voluntarily reviewed an ARC copy of this HEA via Tasty Book Tours through NetGalley for an honest blog tour review. Due to sexual situations and adult language this novel is recommended for readers 18 and older!
Favorite Passage
~ “Can’t. It’s ingrained in me. Guess it’s a cross you’ll have to bear.”



Review ~
In A Ranger’s Arms (The Men of At Ease Ranch #1) by Donna Michaels
Stone Mitchum, his brother Brick and their buddies Vince and Cord all former Army Rangers are building At-Ease Ranch *to give returning veterans a purpose, a reason to exist, and a place to stay on their ranch, if needed.(*direct book quote), in Joyful Texas. Besides running the ranch, they have Foxtrot Construction as well as renting out downtown storefronts to help bring in fund to help those returning veterans.
Jovy was sent to this cattle town by her grandfather, to set up a successful business as a contest between her and her cousin. So he could decide which of the two would be the next CEO so he could retire. However there’s a major twist….. These beef eating cowboys are not going to want to eat at a gluten-free, vegan café. This is a huge obstical, however how in the world is she going to get this done with the instant attraction that sizzles between her and her landlord Stone Mitchum? The attraction zinging between them could start an electrical storm with a raging fire in the pouring Derain. Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared her for the memorable event of their kiss!
To see what happens between Stone and Jovy you’ll have to read In A Rangers Arms. I absolutely loved this story! It deals with some PTSD issues that could be troublesome to some that are sensitive to those issues. What a great story!! I received an ARC via IndieSage through NetGalley in exchange for an honest blog tour review.
Favorite Passages~
~ all business and no play makes Stone a very dull rock.



Tasty Q&A with Donna Michaels

•Describe yourself in five words or less.

I love to entertain readers.

•Name one thing you won’t leave home without.

My cellphone. Yep, I’m one of them. But only because I am usually waiting for an email or message from an author, publisher, editor…etc, and need to multitask my personal life errands into my day, too.

•What types of scenes are your most favorite to write?

My favorite scenes to write are the sparring scenes between the hero and heroine. When the hero has met his match, or vice versa . There were several of those scenes in The Right Ranger.

•Are there certain characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love to work with?

Yes, there are several characters I’d love to go back to, but shhh…don’t tell my other ones. The two that immediately come to mind are Kit Katt and Pierce DeVein from my humorous paranormal, The Spy Who Fanged Me. They are agents from different departments. She’s a black panther shifter and he’s a vampire and they’re forced to work together to bring down a dangerous gnome. Kit was by far the most fun I ever had writing a heroine. Between her can do attitude, her capabilities, and the fact she has catlike tendencies that get in the way at the most inopportune times, I would love to write another mission for her and her man/vampire. 😊

•Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

Right now, I’m writing book 4 in The Men of At Ease Ranch series. This is Vince’s book. He’s been the easygoing happy guy throughout the series, and longs to have a relationship like his buddies have found. But, it’s like they say, be careful what you wish for. He’s discovering that his idea of the ideal significant other is flawed, relationships aren’t always easy, and they come when you least expect it. He is definitely one of my fun characters to write.



Betting the Bad Boy

Betting the Bad Boy
Behind the Bar #3
By: Stefanie London
Releasing May 8, 2017
Entangled Lovestruck


Self-confessed perfectionist Paige Thomas isn’t used to failing. But when a critical error in romantic judgment sends all her big city career dreams crashing down, she scrambles to find a job—any job—to make ends meet.

Noah Reid may as well have “trust issues” tattooed on his forehead. Being raised in the foster system didn’t give him a positive outlook on relationships, but now he’s looking after his best friend’s bar for one month, and he can’t do it alone.

Things get steamy when Noah hires Paige, but she’s determined not to repeat her mistakes and she bets Noah that she can keep her hands to herself while they’re working together. Too bad for her, Noah is an expert at breaking the rules…



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Author Info
Stefanie London is the USA Today bestselling author of over ten contemporary romances with humour, heat and heart. Growing up, Stefanie came from a family of women who loved to read. Thus, it was no surprise Stefanie was the sort of student who would read her English books before the semester started. After sneaking several literature subjects into her ‘very practical’ Business degree, she got a job in Communications. When writing emails and newsletters didn’t fulfil her creative urges, she turned to fiction and was finally able to write the stories that kept her mind busy at night.

Originally from Australia, she now lives in Toronto with her very own hero and is currently in the process of doing her best to travel the world. She frequently indulges in her passions for good coffee, lipstick, romance novels and zombie movies.



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She held the blindfold while trying to ignore the flutter of excitement in her stomach. Her fingers toyed with the elasticated band meant to hold the mask in place.

“Both partners are going to get a turn at being blindfolded,” Libby said from the front of the room. “Between yourselves, pick who’s going to go first.”

Noah looked down at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He ran a hand along his jaw, catching the reddish-gold bristles of his burgeoning beard. For a moment, Paige was totally captured with the idea of how the bristles might feel on her skin. Would they be smooth or rough? Would she shriek if he brushed them along her inner thigh?

“What do you say, new girl?” He cocked his head. “Would you rather do the blindfolding or be blindfolded?”

At that point she would have been happy to go all in— blindfolded, tied up, and held down.

Holy crap, would you listen to yourself? This is a work function, not a goddamn re-creation of Fifty Shades.

“Blindfolded,” she squeaked, thrusting the mask into his hands and spinning so quickly that she almost lost her footing.

“You know, I’ve never done this before.” His hand steadied her, the reassuring warmth of his touch seeping into her skin. Her bones felt like jelly.

“Blindfolded someone?” she asked, cringing at how shaky her voice sounded.

“Ah, no. I meant the taste test.” He chuckled as he slipped the mask over her eyes.

Heat rushed up to Paige’s cheeks. Of course he meant the taste test. What an idiot she was. Just because her brain was earning an R-rating tonight didn’t mean his was, too. She fought back a tremor as he brushed some loose hairs from her neck so he could adjust the strap on the mask.

Everything went dark, and Paige gripped the edge of the table for support.

Warm breath whispered over her ear, and she could tell he’d leaned in a little closer. The scent of coffee and faded cologne tempted her to turn her head toward the source.

“I’ve definitely blindfolded someone before, but it wasn’t for a taste test.”
Her breath hitched, and she was grateful that she’d had the presence of mind to hold on to something.


He chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what she said.”

Holy. Freaking. Shit.


Review ~
Betting the Bad Boy (Raising the Bar #3) by Stefani London
And the series continues to grow! Now I KNOW I need to go back and read The Rules According to Grace (Raising the Bar #1)! I read Pretend It’s Love (Raising the Bar #2) and loved it too!! Yep awesome series. It’s hard to figure out what you want in life after too many disappointments, as well as being afraid of being left behind and being yet another disappointment to someone else. Its easier to be the one walking away… Isn’t it? You’ll have to read Betting the Bad Boy to find out how Noah and Paige’s turns out. But it’s more than worth it!! Grab yourself a perfect cappuccino and get to reading this, the banter between these two is off the charts! Each of the book within this series coincide with each other. Each one is it’s own standalone story. I voluntarily reviewed an ARC copy of this book via Tasty Book Tours through NetGalley for an honest blog tour review. Due to sexual and adult situations this novel is recommended for readers 18 and older.
Favorite Passages ~
•Caution: smiles may cause panties to spontaneously combust. If contact occurs, rinse under a cold shower…or ten.
•“What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, right?”
•You’re one inspirational quote from becoming a full-blown flower child.


Pretend It’s Love

Behind the Bar #2
By Stefanie London
Entangled Lovestruck


One fake relationship shaken not stirred…

Bar manager Paul Chapman is sick of his family’s traditional ideals. Marriage, babies, and a white picket fence? Not his gig. But now that his ‘golden child’ big brother is tying the knot, Paul’s screwed. His ex will be there…and she’s having his cousin’s baby. Unless he wants to show up to the wedding alone and face his family’s scrutiny, he needs a girl on his arm. Now.
Cocktail specialist Libby Harris has spent her life earning the nickname Little Miss Perfect, all to win the love of her wealthy, controlling father. But she deviated from his plan, and now her business is on shaky ground. If it fails, she might as well kiss his respect-and her dream-good-bye. Her only hope? Convince the hottest bar in town to take on her product.

Luckily for her, the owner’s brother is sexy as sin and in need of a perfect girlfriend…


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Author Info
A voracious reader, USA Today Bestselling author, Stefanie London has dreamed of being an author her whole life. After sneaking several English Lit subjects into her very practical Business degree, she got a job in corporate communications. But it wasn’t long before she turned to romance fiction. She recently left her hometown of Melbourne to start a new adventure in Toronto and now spends her days writing contemporary romances with humour, heat and heart.


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PRETEND IT’S LOVE (Behind the Bar #2) by Stefanie London
•Two Birds One Stone
What an exciting love story, Stefanie has done it again! Once I started reading I couldn’t put it down until I finished, I had to know if Paul came around or kept his head in the sand.
Libby is set to launch her new business, Libby Gal Cocktails—a line of girlie infused vodkas and cocktail mixes. However a female reality celebrity has beat her to the punch by a month. Now all the businesses she had lined up for her launch are backing out and dropping her like flies in favor for the celebrity. Libby’s father wants her to stop her nonsense and go back to medical school. Her parents have never shown her the unconditional love and support that she’s seen with family’s around her.
Paul enjoys being the bar manager for the bar that his brother runs. However he feels like he couldn’t measure up to his brother’s success, he is always in his shadow. When he finds out that Stella, his ex is going to not only be at his brother’s wedding with her husband who is not only Paul’s cousin, but the guy she cheated on Paul with, but she’s pregnant too. He knows he’s got to figure out a way to find someone he trusts enough to bring to the wedding, it’s in six weeks!
Libby needs a bar to take a chance and showcase her cocktails and Paul needs a perfect girlfriend for the wedding. It’s a perfect solution for what they both need, a complete fake relationship. With ground rules in place of course… It’s a business deal only, no emotions, no falling in love~ easy since neither do relationships. No sex with anyone.. Doesn’t matter that they’re both extremely attracted to each other. You’ll have to read PRETEND IT’S LOVE to find out what happens between Libby and Paul. By the time I finished reading this story my cheeks hurt from smiling or laughing. Although this is the second book in the series, each story is a standalone  novel that coincides with each other. I voluntarily reviewed an ARC copy of this book via Tasty Book Tours through NetGalley in exchange for an honest blog tour review. Due to sexual situations, this book is recommended for readers 17 and older.
Favorite Passages ~
~ The gorgeous ones always made you pay with more than you could afford. They were like credit card debt: trouble from the beginning and hard to get over.
~ “That promise is about as solid as cotton candy.”
~ It would be easy to stay warm and cozy inside her comfort zone, but there was nothing there for her anymore.
~ Today would be the day she let her heart do the talking, and she’d have an answer one way or another.
~ “Besides, boys are stupid. We can’t crucify them for every little mistake.”



Review 📖 New Release

A SHOT WITH YOU (A Bourbon Brothers) by Teri Anne Stanley


Bourbon is in Brandon Morgan’s blood. His family owns the best bourbon brand in the country—or it will be with his marketing genius. And after meeting the fiery daughter of a tequila distillery owner, he’s never been more sure.
His barrels, her tequila. It’s a match made in heaven. But only if he can keep his hands off the owner’s daughter…and his secrets to himself.
Lesa Ruiz will do anything to keep Little Possum afloat, but one look at Brandon’s gorgeous dimples and Lesa knows two things for sure: forever is not in the cards with this man and he’s way too sexy to resist for long.
Well, three things… Brandon is hiding something, and she’ll need to get a lot closer to figure it out and save her family’s legacy. Shots, anyone?

This book had me laughing from the get go, what an awesome way to start a romantic comedy!
While on a cruise at Puerto Vallarta’s port, Brandon Morgan decided he’d pass on the “high adventure” of ski-surfing he’d signed up for. It didn’t matter that he’d already pre-paid for it, it was NOT appealing to him, he’d rather get dental work done without anesthesia! So he decided to take a tequila tour instead, but he’d *skip the tequila tasting—yech—and have bourbon. No cactus water for him*(direct book quote). Since he found the latest Blue Mountain Bourbon, Dangerous Dave’s Eight Ball as he purchased it and another ticket for the tequila tour. Although he was on vacation, *as one of the sons of a prize-winning bourbon distilling family, sniffing samples of tequila and touring a distillery was work. It was market research and checking out the competition, and he loved it *(direct book quote).
Lesa was helping her father out as she’d promised her mother before she died, giving tasting tours of her family’s tequileria. Although she didn’t think this was going to be enough to help dig them out of their financial hole, what they needed was a major overhaul of the business. Lesa knew her family’s tequila was the best in all of Mexico. Within this tour was an American that when she looked at him she forgot everything she was supposed to say. When their eyes met, something passed between them. Although she had no idea what it was, she could tell he felt it too. Lesa has dreams of writing a book about her travels around the world.
Brendan’s primary purpose is to increase Blue Mountain Bourbon’s profits, his family makes the best bourbon in Kentucky. After she convinces him to taste tequila— which he hasn’t done since college, he missed the tour bus. Instead of being raced to the port to catch his bus they’re being taken to the airport so Lesa can get an on hands look at the Morgan family business. He wants to expand using his barrels and their tequila would be a match made in heaven. Can Brandon convince Lesa to tell her father this is a good deal, all while keeping his hands off of her? Can Lesa convince her father this is the deal they need to help their business, so she can go live her dream? However can she keep her hands to herself? You’ll have to read A SHOT WITH YOU to find out, but oh my!!! What an intriguingly hot and sexy romance. When it’s the right cove is hot she heavy, but is it the permanent choice or just right now? ~ I received an ARC via Tasty Book Tours through NetGalley in exchange for an honest blog tour review.



Driven to Temptation
(Driven to Love #1)
By: Melia Alexander
Released June 13, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck


She’s a gorgeous distraction he can’t afford…or ignore.

Aidan Ross might be an engineering genius, but people skills? Not this soldier’s forte. Thankfully, a trusted friend is accompanying him to a make-or-break tradeshow…but then a bubbly redhead hops into his truck, claiming to be his new road trip buddy. She’s a gorgeous distraction he can’t afford. Or ignore.

Delaney Harper comes from a family of engineers—maleengineers. With several impressive projects under her belt, she’s on a mission to prove she can hang with the big boys, too. But cracking the sexy, closed-off CEO is tougher than she expects…and hotter than she could have imagined.

With the tempting woman disrupting his carefully planned schedule, Aidan can’t focus on the road, much less their upcoming presentation. The future of his company is riding on this trip, and if they’re to land a huge account, he has to keep his head—and his heart—in the game…

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Author Info

Melia Alexander is the author of sassy, sexy, fun contemporary romances, but is also fortunate to spend her week days at The Male Observation Lab (a.k.a. her job at a construction company) where she gets to observe guys in their natural habitat. Though they often behave like typical alpha males, in many instances she’s seen through their personas to the heart of who they really are – the heroes of their own stories.

A native of Guam, Melia traded in warm, tropical breezes for the rainy Pacific Northwest. She’s an avid reader who also loves romantic comedies – preferably with a glass of CabSauv and a box of chocolates nearby. In her free time, she’s busy conquering her CrossFit fears: ring dips, muscle snatches, and the dreaded 800 meter run. Her family appreciates her attempts at cooking and cleaning, although she spends it mostly daydreaming about her characters, which sometimes results in a burnt meal and a half-cleaned house.
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Excerpt ~

Chapter One
He was the Mad Hatter trapped in a bad production of Alice in Wonderland. No doubt about it.
Aidan Ross drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead.
…One thousand eight… One thousand nine… One thousand ten…
He blew out a frustrated breath while the driver of the luxury vehicle ahead of him finally completed an excruciatingly slow turn onto a side street. Once they were out of the way, Aidan stepped on the gas pedal and maneuvered his truck through Milestone’s Tuesday morning traffic.
The residents of the central Oregon city didn’t compare with Portland’s crazy-ass drivers, but man, he wished they at least drove like they had somewhere important to go.
Didn’t help that he did.
After way more time than it should’ve taken, he pulled into a space in front of the Ross and Associates office.
Normally, Harold White, his second-in-command at the fledgling geospatial engineering firm, would have their materials piled on the sidewalk, ready to be loaded. Only this morning, there were no easels, charts, or laptop. No Harold, either.
Which was weird. The guy was always on time. Always.
Aidan shoved the truck into park. Better find out what was going on.
He cut the engine, stepped out of the 4×4, and slammed the door shut. Sucking in a deep breath, he crossed the front of his Chevy Silverado. Harold was always after him to come to the office, but Aidan knew that was the last place he should be.
He forced his feet across the sidewalk, then yanked open the glass door. Late-morning sunlight streamed through an open window at the far end of the small room, landing on the wooden reception desk and the man pacing in front of it.
A client.
And Brenda, the office manager-cum-receptionist-cum-accountant, was nowhere around.
Sweat trickled down his back, despite the cooler late-summer temperatures. He wasn’t good with clients, or with people in general. Harold, on the other hand, was a master.
Which was why Aidan preferred to work from home.
The man turned, nodded at him, then did a double take. “Aidan?” He smiled. “I haven’t seen you since we signed a couple of years ago. How are you?”
Well, shit. Now what? Harold was also after him to shake his standoffish manner with their clients, not that Aidan could really control how he was. But it wasn’t like he could walk out now.
His mind whirred as he forced a smile and stepped toward the older man’s outstretched hand. “How are you, sir?”
What the hell was the man’s name? Oh. Right. Brewster. Joe Brewster. He scanned his memory for some tidbit to do the small-talk stuff that Harold swore put people at ease. Something else Aidan needed to work on.
Damn it.
He owned Ross and Associates, for God’s sake. He had a distinguished military record. All good reasons he should be able to do the small-talk bit.
He shook the man’s hand, making sure to exert just the right amount of pressure. If he remembered correctly, Joe’s quarter-million-dollar renovation of a recently purchased Milestone mansion had hit the paper not that long ago. “How’s the remodel going?”
The man’s face darkened. “The remodel’s fine, but I hope Evelyn comes to her senses. ’Course, it’s too late for any sort of reconciliation, but I want to be able to tell her that myself.”
What the hell? Had Aidan missed something?
Joe clearly recognized the confused look on his face. “Evelyn. My wife. Ran off with a carpenter.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Why hadn’t Aidan heard this? And how the hell was he supposed to recover from opening this can of worms? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Where was Brenda? He glanced at the partition that separated the reception area from the rest of the space and willed her to appear.
The older man didn’t seem to notice his discomfort. Or chose to ignore it. “She’s in for one huge surprise when the divorce is final,” he said, shaking his head in satisfaction. “Serves her right. No one embarrasses Joe Brewster.”
Because, of course, Joe Brewster’s many affairs didn’t count as embarrassing to Evelyn at all, did they?
Aidan refrained from pointing that out and cleared his throat instead. “Ummm… How about some coffee?”
But the man was on a roll. “If that woman had any brains, she’d realize I’ve raised her up from the depths of despair.”
Oh, shit.
First they were late getting out of Milestone, and now he’d managed to set off an important client. Where the hell were his employees?
“But what does she do?” Joe’s face scrunched into an ugly scowl. “Screws a goddamned carpenter, for God’s sake.”
At the sound of rapid-fire footsteps from behind the partition, Aidan blew out a deep breath. About time.
A redheaded woman walked around the corner, holding a couple of boxes and glancing at her watch. She looked up, her emerald-green eyes latching onto his. “Finally,” she said. “If you’re on time, you’re late. Didn’t you know that?”
He frowned at the verbal jab, bit back the retort on his tongue, and raised an eyebrow instead. He didn’t like being late. Ever.
This was so obviously not the mild-mannered Brenda.
Whoever the woman was, she clearly worked for him. “Please bring our guest some coffee,” he instructed Red.
There were some advantages to owning his company, weren’t there?
Delaney Harper stopped, trying her damnedest to keep her face neutral while the hairs on the back of her neck bristled.
Four years of engineering school, countless hours of engineering internships with some of the largest construction firms in the Pacific Northwest, two years with Ross and Associates. And after all that she was asked by the man himself to deliver coffee like some servant?
She swallowed down the retort on the tip of her tongue. And here she’d bothered to dress in a suit instead of the jeans and T-shirt she preferred. Even now she fought the need to fidget, to straighten the seam that somehow kept falling low on her shoulder and the skirt that seemed to slide up and down her hips when she walked. Maybe Mr. Please-Bring-Our-Guest-Coffee might have a safety pin she could use.
Remember the goal.
Run a major project for Ross and Associates. Convince her parents she had what it took to make it in a man’s world. All so she could run her own engineering firm and employ female engineers who might otherwise not be given a chance to prove themselves in the construction world. If any of it was going to happen, it was up to her.
Failure wasn’t an option. Which meant she had to show some of the grace her older brothers swore she lacked.
She sucked in a deep breath and made her feet move toward the stack of boxes and her roller bag by the front door. The last thing she needed to do was engage her mouth before her brain had a chance to process her words. A habit she had yet to break, if her brothers were to be believed.
Besides, if what she’d overheard was correct, Aidan Ross clearly needed her help to get him out of a sticky mess with one of the company’s largest clients. No wonder the man didn’t hang around the office.
She set the boxes down, readjusted her skirt as surreptitiously as possible, and, smile plastered on her face, turned. “Of course.” She nodded. “How would you like your coffee, Mr. Brewster?”
For his part, Joe seemed to have recovered from his tirade. “Oh, no need for that, young lady.” He smiled broadly. “I’m just waiting on some files for the Century Plains project.” He raised his chin in Aidan’s direction. “I know you’ll choose your best team for this project, right?”
Hint. Hint.
“Of course.”
Century Plains? The large computer chip manufacturing facility had been on hold for a couple of years through the recession. Rumor had it they’d finally be breaking ground.
Delaney straightened, tugged on her navy skirt, and not because she wished she were in jeans instead. One always dressed for success when meeting her boss for the first time. At least, that’s what her mother advised. Not that she took her advice very often.
This, however, was an opportunity dropped on her. Finally.
Brenda bustled into the room with the efficiency of a multitasking working mother. Or a damned good office manager. She pushed her telephone headpiece off her head with one hand. “Here are the files, Joe. Let’s head to the copier where you can look these over. Hello, Aidan,” she called over one shoulder as she preceded their client toward the back. “Good to see you.”
Brenda didn’t seem all that surprised to see the man. Although as far as Delaney could tell, he never showed up here. At least, not during normal working hours. There were plenty of nights she didn’t leave until pretty late, though, and she’d never seen him come in then, either.
Aidan stood with a slightly bewildered look on his face, almost like he was trying to take it all in. He shoved his hands into the front pocket of his fitted jeans. Not that she was really looking all that closely at them.
Delaney cleared her throat. “I’m just about ready,” she said, surveying the assorted pile. “Just a couple more boxes, and the easels and charts, then we’re good to go.”
And given the late nights she’d spent making sure her projects were successful, she’d be on the road to a future she knew she’d more than earned.



Tempting Mr. Wrong
(Wrong Man Series #2)
By: Kerri Carpenter
Released June 13, 2016
Entangled Lovestruck

A little temptation never hurt anyone…

Lance Townsend craves freedom after years living a structured existence in the Army. But just as he’s about to start on his bucket list, Lance receives an unexpected request: check in on his goddaughter. The problem? The adorable little girl’s aunt is the one woman he’s never been able to forget.

Carly Quigley can’t believe her brother’s best friend, the man who jilted her years ago, is at her door. He claims her brother asked him to check in on her niece and their fixer-upper, but all either of them can focus on is their undeniable attraction. Carly knows Lance is counting down the hours to leave, which makes him the wrong man for her. Unfortunately, the wrong man has become oh-so-tempting.

Each book in the Wrong Man series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.

Series Order:
Book one: Kissing Mr. Wrong
Book two: Tempting Mr. Wrong

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28944638-tempting-mr-wrong

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Author Info
Kerri Carpenter began writing in her grandmother’s kitchen at the age of seven in a small town outside of Pittsburgh, PA. A life-long fan of reading, she got lost in the worlds of The Baby-sitters Club and Sweet Valley High. She also assumed that everyone had characters and plots forming in their heads at all times.

Once she turned to romance novels, she couldn’t get enough of books with happy endings, so she started writing her own. Now, Kerri writes contemporary romances, usually set in small towns. She enjoys reading, cooking, watching movies, taking Zumba classes, rooting for Pittsburgh sports teams, and anything sparkly. Kerri lives in Northern Virginia with her adorable (and mischievous) poodle mix, Harry.
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Dear Lance,
If you’re reading this letter, it means I didn’t make it. Okay, joking here. Although, maybe I shouldn’t be joking about something like this. But, jeez, if a guy can’t kid around about his possible (but highly unlikely) demise, I don’t know who can.
(Yes, Gretchen is rolling her eyes as she reads over my shoulder. I swear, sweetie, I AM taking this seriously.)
Let me get to the point. My gorgeous, although totally anal and overly organized, wife has decided that since we just bought our new house and Mya is the ripe old age of two, we are in dire need of a will. Trust me, I think it’s ridiculous, too. What are the chances?
Anyway, if something were to happen to both me and Gretch, Carly will become Mya’s guardian. Gretch has all kinds of official documents with crazy legal mumbo jumbo at our lawyer’s office. Guess that’s what I get for marrying a paralegal. I’d tell you what it says, but hell if I know. So good luck to my adorable little sister reading through all of that.
That brings me to the reason for this letter. Since Gretch took care of all the technical crap, I thought I’d do this in my own way. Lance, buddy, stop rolling your eyes and snorting.
Let me get serious for a second. Do I think anything is going to happen to me and Gretch? Not really. Hell, I got out of how many army tours without anything too bad going down? But, just in case, and because my wife is making me, I have some requests.
The house we bought, well, it’s my dream house. I know it needs some work. (Gretch just yelled, “That’s an understatement!”) But I always wanted a fixer-upper. Lance, even though you are not as skilled as me, make sure everything is in tip-top shape.
More importantly, I’m asking you to check in on Mya. Make sure she’s healthy and happy. I know Carly will teach her all the girly stuff she needs to know. But perhaps you can do your best friend a solid, and convince her she shouldn’t start dating until she’s thirty. After all, you are her godfather, even if you couldn’t change a diaper for shit last time you visited.
Lance, I’d like Mya to know how to properly hit a baseball. I’m praying she didn’t inherit her mother’s lack of athleticism. None of that T-ball crap. I want her to go straight to the big leagues. First woman in the majors. Make it happen. Also, keep those presents coming. Even at two, I can tell Mya loves the stuff you send her.
So that’s it. Basically, I’m asking you and Carly to work together to make sure my little princess is well taken care of. Oh yeah, make sure Carly stops dating these idiots. I don’t know where she finds these dogs. She needs a nice guy. No more loser assholes. Only the best for her. So watch over her, too. Think you can handle that?

Two years later…
The countdown had begun.
Lance picked up his mail from the unit mailroom, offered a few quick greetings, and then made his way back to his bunk. Before he took a load off on his own neatly made bed, he stopped to say hi to one of his twenty bunkmates.
“’Sup, Bing?”
“Townsend,” Fred Bing replied with a nod. He was fiddling with something on his phone.
“What’s the number?” Lance asked.
Fred didn’t even have to look at the calendar hanging next to his bunk with the days marked off in deep red marker. “Forty-two,” he replied quickly with a big grin.
“Someone’s getting closer and closer to going home.”
Lance continued to his bed. If Fred had a little over a month left in this place, that meant Lance had three more months. Initially, he’d made fun of the kid’s calendar, but as time went by, he couldn’t help but feed off his excitement.
Fred would only be done with this tour. He had more to come after that. In Lance’s case, a whole new world was about to open up. In three short months, he would be done with his required eight years of post-college commitment to the army. His time as a soldier would come to an end.
For the first time in his entire life, he would be free of rules and requirements. No one would tell him what to do. He’d grown up with the mother of all strict mothers. Every second of Lance’s childhood had been mapped out and timed to perfection. Lessons and playdates and study time. College hadn’t been much better. He’d taken an ROTC scholarship that required him to be on time, pay attention, and, of course, obey orders.
He leaned back on his bed, still clutching his mail.
Then came his eight years of service. Not that he’d disliked the army. He’d actually really enjoyed the military. But after thirty years of following other people’s schedules and being told what to do, Lance was massively looking forward to being in charge of his life. No rules. No time lines. No responsibilities.
“Still planning on a road trip when you get out?” Fred asked.
Lance shuffled through the envelopes. “You know it.” He had a bucket list that he’d been compiling for the last decade. “Vegas is a must.”
“No shit,” Fred said. “If I were you, I’d hit up Austin, Nashville, and New Orleans.”
“Of course you would.” Lance shook his head. Fred was a southern kid through and through.
When he glanced at the bottom envelope in his pile of mail, Lance paused. His hand shook slightly when he took in the last name in the return address. Nine months had passed, and even seeing the name ‘Quigley’ still caused a huge lump to form in his throat. He threw the rest of the mail on his bed and sat up, eyeing the letter and wondering what in the hell it could contain.
“Who’s it from?” Fred nodded toward the lone envelope that Lance was now clutching so hard he was starting to bend the paper.
“Carly Quigley.”
Fred wiggled his eyebrows. “You been holding out on us, Townsend? Got a girl back home?”
Lance clamped down on the urge to snort. “Nope. Carly is Chris’s sister.” Was Chris’s sister, he silently amended.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw as he considered the letter. Chris Quigley, John Campbell, and Lance had been inseparable for years. They’d served together, gone on vacations together, and had each other’s backs in every way imaginable. The Three Musketeers, if those guys had been decked out in camo and hoisted guns in the Middle East instead of wearing tights and feathers.
John had gotten out of the army recently and made his way to some small town in Virginia. Lance missed the guy, but he knew John needed to get out. Too much shit had gone down.
Chris had left a couple years ago. Took a desk job at Fort Bragg, settled down, found a wife. Lance had been stateside for the wedding, and even he couldn’t deny how besotted his best friend was over his new wife.
Before anyone could blink, Chris announced the arrival of his daughter. The guy was living the dream, at least his version of the dream. A transient life with no responsibility would suit Lance just fine right about now. But then the accident claimed the lives of Chris and his wife.
Lance turned the envelope over and over in his hands while he let the fresh reminder of loss pass over him.
“Chris? Your friend that you served with, right?” Fred asked, clearly choosing his words carefully.
“Yep,” Lance replied.
“You still sending those presents to his kid?”
“When I can,” Lance said. He hadn’t seen Chris’s daughter Mya in about two years. As her godfather, it was nothing to ship off a toy or book every couple months.
“Why is Chris’s sister writing you?” Fred asked.
Lance shrugged, trying to keep the gesture nonchalant in an effort to hide the feelings that always bubbled up when he thought of Carly Quigley. He’d known Chris a long time before he actually met Carly, but he sure as hell heard a lot about her. Chris took advantage of every opportunity to mention her. The two had obviously been close.
“Gotta send something to Carly. Her birthday is coming up.”
“Carly graduated with honors from college. Must have gotten her smarts from me.”
“Carly decided to go to grad school. Didn’t I tell you she would get into that master’s program?”
“I’m stoked. Carly’s moving to Pine Springs. She’s gonna live with me and Gretch for a year or so.”
When Chris and Gretchen got married, Lance finally met the infamous Carly in the flesh. Lance refrained from letting out a long whistle now. Without a doubt, she had been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Mounds of curly red hair, fair skin, and a bubbly personality that drew him right in.
At the reception, they’d been seated next to each other. She’d kept him entertained with stories from college and her sorority. Then they’d danced together under the stars. If he closed his eyes, he could still feel her in his arms.
He shook his head. Because the thoughts he was having were just as inappropriate now as they were then. More so now. Carly was his best friend’s sister. His younger sister whom he adored. Not to mention, she’d only been, what? Twenty, twenty-one? She’d been a baby.
So when she’d asked him if he’d like to join her for a drink in her room, he’d made up an excuse and high-tailed it out of there so fast, he’d barely had time to notice the hurt expression on her face. Barely.
When Mya had been born, he’d visited as often as his leave schedule allowed. But Carly had never been around. She was either hanging with friends or on vacation. Lance had to wonder if that was on purpose.
“You gonna read that letter or keep stroking it lovingly?” Fred called out.
Lance displayed a finger of choice in response, and then he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It was short and sweet, including all the usual pleasantries civilians offered. How are you, hope you’re staying safe, blah, blah, blah. He scanned it over quickly and then froze.
So I was cleaning out Chris and Gretchen’s bedroom the other day, and I came across some of Chris’s things. I found this letter that he’d written a couple years ago. It was addressed to you. I’m not sure why the envelope is torn. It kinda looks like there may have been more to the letter, but I didn’t want to invade your privacy and read it.
I can’t believe it’s been nine months since the accident. I think about him every day. Of course, it’s hard not to when I’m taking care of Mya.
Anyway, I hope you’re doing well and this letter brings you some comfort.
Lance scanned the attached letter. He noticed a couple things right away. It was definitely Chris’s handwriting and had his stupid sense of humor. Honestly, who wrote a letter like this?
Carly was right—the envelope had been torn and the letter was incomplete. He was definitely curious what else Chris had to say, although he thought he got the gist of it. Leaning back against his pillow, he reread Chris’s words one more time, slowly this time. When he came to the last part, his pulse picked up and his palms began sweating. Watch over Carly’s dating life? Keep her away from the bad guys? What the hell did that mean?
He read the letter for a third time. Well, he was decent at baseball. Probably could teach the kid a thing or two.
Lance exhaled, long and slow.
Chris’s daughter was living with Carly. She was her guardian. If he was understanding this letter correctly, Chris wanted him to check in on the house and Mya. That could get awkward with Carly, but Lance would suffer through any kind of discomfort if it meant fulfilling his best friend’s wishes.
Scanning the date at the top, Lance did some quick math. This had been written two years ago. The house was likely renovated by now, so he probably wouldn’t need to stay long.
Still grasping the letter, Lance looked up at a picture tacked above his bed. Chris had an arm around Lance with that goofy grin he always wore. Despite appearances, that had been a particularly rough day. They’d almost gotten into some dangerous shit. But, just like always, Chris had saved the day. Saved him. Lance would do anything for the guy.
Fred plopped down next to him. “So, what’s first? One of my choice cities? How about New York? Hanging out in the Big Apple.” He jammed a finger into Lance’s arm. “Or why don’t you blow the U.S. and go hang out in Amsterdam? I heard some crazy shit goes down over there.”
Lance took in Fred then glanced back at the letter.
“You are about to be the man. Total bachelor who can do what he wants, when he wants, where he wants. Come on, Townsend, what’s first?”
A feeling of unease settled over him the way the sand and the dust had been known to cover their temporary home.
“Looks like I’m heading to Pine Springs, North Carolina.”

Each book in the Wrong Man series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.

Series Order:
Book one: Kissing Mr. Wrong
Book two: Tempting Mr. Wrong