Tuesday, May 26, 2015

LOVE ON THE ROCKS Release



LOVE ON THE ROCKS
from Melissa Foster's
The Remingtons Kindle World!

He doesn’t believe he deserves to be happy

Grieving widower, John Decker, commemorating the two-year anniversary of the day he lived and his wife died, is dragged back into life by a riptide and a bartender he can't get out of his thoughts. Plagued with survivor's guilt, he's reluctant to enter a new relationship, until he meets a feisty bartender with attitude and curves to go with it.

Trusting one man could release her from the chains of her past

Roxi Lanier was the typical young teen in the city, happy, full of life and bulletproof, until she became the victim of a violent crime. Her mother moved her to Wellfleet on Cape Cod, away from the scene of her misfortune to start over. Fourteen years later, she's still afraid to date and be intimate with a man, the scars of her past overriding the happiness she craves. Though she's an independent owner of a thriving beach bar, she has yet to find success in love. Tides change when she witnesses a suicidal widower diving headfirst into a riptide.

Decker and Roxi struggle to stay afloat through the wreckage of their pasts and the storms of the present to sail into a future together.

Note: LOVE ON THE ROCKS is a novella based on the novel READ, WRITE, LOVE by Melissa Foster and is part of THE REMINGTONS Kindle World.

Cameo by: Kurt Remington from Melissa Foster's READ, WRITE, LOVE

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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

SEAL'S SEDUCTION Available now!





BLURB



A Navy SEAL puts his training to the test to rescue a sexy news reporter from a hostage situation

Home on emergency leave, Navy SEAL Dustin "Dustman" Ford didn't expect  to run into his high school sweetheart, local news reporter Jenna Turner, figuring she'd have shaken off the dust of their hometown a long time ago. A woman as addicted to action and adventure as he was, he thought she'd have moved on. But she was still there, and every bit as distracting as she'd been when they were teens.

Jenna Turner never got over Dustin, but moved on with her life, establishing herself as a news reporter for the local station. In an effort to take on more than reporting social events and weddings, with the help of a cousin and an inside connection on the police force, she chases the hotter news items, determined to make her break into the national news scene.

Now that his father is on the mend, Dustin tests the heat with his old flame and finds it's sizzling. When Jenna is taken hostage in a religious compound, Dustin and his brothers stage a rescue operation to bring her and others out alive. 



EXCERPT



Jenna stepped out of her SUV, climbed the steps to her apartment and let herself in, not really looking forward to a lonely night eating leftover pizza. She remembered the eggplants in her purse and snorted. She didn’t have ingredients to make stuffed eggplant. Tomorrow, she’d invite Toby over and cook for him. The two of them ate entirely too many meals from fast-food restaurants on the run between news events.

Setting her purse on the counter in the kitchen, Jenna cocked her head at the sound of running water. She turned toward the wall connecting her apartment to the next. But no, the water sound was coming from the other side of her bedroom door, which was closed.

The only time she closed her bedroom door was when her mother dropped by unexpectedly and she hadn’t made her bed.

Her pulse quickened, and she edged toward her bedroom. Her first thought was that an intruder had entered her home. She quickly nixed that conclusion. What intruder would take the time to shower?
The next thought sent butterflies fluttering through her belly. Had one of the Ford men taken her up on her offer to stay the night? If so, which one?

Please let it be Dustin.

Her heart lodged firmly in her throat, Jenna twisted the doorknob and entered the darkened bedroom. A light shined beneath the door of the bathroom. The water shut off.

Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, Jenna closed the distance between her and the bathroom door, raising her hand to knock. She hesitated. What if it wasn’t Dustin? What if Adam or Houston had accepted her offer? They were equally handsome men, but neither of the two were the one Jenna hadn’t forgotten over the past ten years.

With her hand poised to knock, she froze. Maybe she shouldn’t appear too eager. Men didn’t like to be chased. They liked to do the chasing. Before she could turn and run back into the living room, the door opened and Dustin’s broad shoulders filled the gap.

The air seized in Jenna’s lungs, and she stood with her hand still raised, her fist clenched to rap on the door.

Dustin’s lips quirked upward on the corners. “I hope you don’t mind. I waited for an hour, but couldn’t stand it any longer. I hadn’t had a shower since I left Virginia and, since there wasn’t soap or shampoo in the guest shower, I used yours.”

Her gaze drifted downward over his bare chest and lower still to the towel he had loosely wrapped, riding low on his hips. One yank and it would fall, exposing him.

Jenna clenched her fingers tightly to keep from reaching out. Hell, she wasn’t a girl playing silly games with a boy. She was a grown woman with raging physical needs, and Dustin was just the man to satisfy her every desire.

He’d been pretty amazing as a teen, making love to her as though he worshiped her. Everywhere he’d touched her with his fingers or lips had sizzled. Her memories were so clear, she could almost feel the warmth of his hand sliding down her back, cupping her naked ass and lifting her onto the tailgate of his pickup as he stepped between her legs and made sweet love to her.

Focus, Turner, she reminded herself. Just because Dustin wore only a towel around his waist, didn’t mean he was coming on to her. He’d taken a shower because he wanted to feel clean after traveling halfway around the world.

As her gaze rested on the towel around his waist, it tented.

Holy hell, he wasn’t immune to her after all.




Wednesday, December 10, 2014

A Christmas Romance

SEAL'S PROPOSAL
Take No Prisoners Book #5



Blurb:

Remy LaDue, hot Navy SEAL with SEAL Team 10, is on a mission. He's planned a special vacation to the Colorado Rockies  with the express purpose of proposing to the woman he loves on Christmas morning. He knows it a long shot, with both their jobs keeping them away from each other for months out of the year, but he wants her as his forever lover and will risk everything to marry her.

Mitchell Sanders is as dedicated to her work as an NCIS Agent as Remy is to his calling as a Navy SEAL. Independent, driven and passionate about justice and protecting innocents, she would no sooner give up her job as Remy.

When a criminal she helped to capture and convict escapes on the eve of their departure, Mitchell is torn between sticking around to recapture him and going with Remy, opting to follow her desire this once. Plans change as the mountains become a nightmare and they struggle to put an end to the threats that plague their idyllic vacation and Remy's plans for his Christmas surprise.

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Tidbit

I love the Colorado Rockies and would one day like to have a cabin in the mountains. My husband and I didn't learn to snow ski until we were in our 30's. Our instructor was in his 70's and still skiing. My husband, not me, decided he wanted to be that man when he was in his 70's. We go skiing 2-3 times a year in his quest to keep skiing. Something about the sound of the skis on the crusty snow and the fresh, crisp mountain air keeps bringing us back.

Excerp

"Hey, I just saw your fiancée on the news. Everything all right?"

Remy's pulse leapt. "Don't know. I'll get back to you." Dropping his phone on the couch, he dove for the television remote, clicking it on, and setting it on the local news station.

Images of the courthouse appeared on the screen, with gunmen and people scattering in all directions. In the background, he made out Mitchell's SUV. The image switched to a reporter pressing a microphone into Mitchell's face, asking her what had happened.

Mitchell's hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was grim. "No comment,” she said, and pushed past the reporter, her body tense.

The news anchor droned on about Rocco Hatch's escape as Remy absorbed what had just happened. He was reaching for his cell phone when the scrape of a key in the lock caught his attention. Before the lock twisted, Remy was there, yanking open the door.

Mitchell stood in the frame, her face tired, the knees of her suit trousers ripped, and a smudge of dirt across her face. Her lips lifted. "Hey."

"Oh, baby." He opened his arms and she fell into them. He eased backward and closed the door behind her, gathering her against his body.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," she said, her words muffled against his naked chest.

Her breath was warm on his skin, stirring his blood. "Yeah, and you're not so bad yourself."

She snorted and pulled back enough to give him a crooked smile. "I had planned on being home hours ago, having a gourmet dinner cooked, and lying naked on the couch for when you walked through that door."

His cock twitched at the erotic image. "We can still do all that." He waved toward the kitchen counter. "I have an Italian gourmet dinner. Your favorite pizza pie with pepperoni, onion, and black olives." As he spoke, he slid her jacket over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Then he slipped the buckle of her shoulder holster loose, and eased it too from her shoulders, draping it over the back of a chair.

"Now you're talking." Mitchell skimmed her hands over his chest and around to his back, dropping low to capture his ass in her palms, pressing him closer. "Miss me much?"

Already hard, his member nudged her belly, ready to skip right to their reunion sex. With every ounce of control he could muster, he set her away from him. "You should eat. I need my woman to have the energy to last all night long. And tomorrow we're on our way to Colorado."

Her hands tightened on his buttocks and pulled him back against her. "I don't want food. I want you." Flashing a sexy grin, she leaned up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.

His control unraveling, Remy's blood heated and he captured her head in his hands, slipping the ponytail free. God, it felt good to run his fingers through her hair, and to feel her body pressed against his.
The tight buds of her distended nipples scraped his chest through her shirt and bra, and he couldn't wait to get her out of her clothes.

Sucking in a breath, Mitchell slipped her hands inside the elastic of his shorts and gripped his naked butt. "Aren't we a bit overdressed?"

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

VERSIONS by Megan Mitcham



Versions - Blacklist Novella 1

The truth doesn't have versions. Or does it?

Rin Lee covered her childhood in dirt and danced on its grave. Only she pranced a little too hard and spent her young-adult life tiptoeing the straight and narrow. Things finally paid off in the form of a job with the Department of Defense, a home of her own, and a boyfriend muscled enough he put Zach Efron to shame. Until one text reveals a hideous truth that splinters her world.

Suddenly she can’t trust Nate or their surrogate family of friends. Can she possibly trust Luck—the man who mirrors her soul, scares her beyond the neat confines she’s erected around herself, and makes her scrutinize the versions she’s always been too angry to see?

Luck turned to the streets out of necessity, while Rin slapped on blinders and ignored those willing to help her. A stupid move for a sultry young woman. But the skills she learned in the rough and tumble underbelly of DC will serve his latest assignment well. Because people like them have the instinct to survive.

KINDLE EXCLUSIVE - DECEMBER 1, 2014
AVAILABLE EVERYWHERE - MARCH 1, 2014



About the Author:

Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens heart pounding romantic thriller novels and window steaming erotic romance. For sneak peeks and giveaways sign up for her newsletter at www.meganmitcham.com. You can also follow her on FacebookTwitterPinterest & Goodreads