A doctor with magical powers and a curious woman who sees more than she should.
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Carter Broderick had been healing living beings for as long as he could recall. His gift had encouraged him to enter the medical field, and besides his family, it was his biggest love. But everything in his life changed when she burst through the ER doors.
Vanessa Rayne was an ordinary woman. She made jewelry and was proud of her business but was pretty sure humans weren’t the only residents of her city. The supernatural world preferred to work outside of human knowledge, so word spread fast about the curious human.
With a target on his girl’s back, can Carter protect Vanessa before she becomes another statistic?
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After learning he’s a descendant of a long line of powerful witches, he’s eager for guidance on his expanding powers. Pairing up with the fiery witch in charge of the local coven was a logical decision. What he didn’t expect was for her presence to awaken more than his oracle powers.
Serena Bishop stopped trusting men years ago. Needing to fill the vacant oracle position in her coven, she offered to help Ethan for purely selfish reasons. Except, the attractive and intelligent man managed to weave a spell around her stone-cold heart when she wasn’t watching.
Visions of impending danger for the sexy high priestess haunt Ethan.
Can they eliminate the threat, or will he lose another woman he loves?
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Brandy had no reason to believe in any of them, until things started getting weird after her birthday.
Her powers surprise her, sending her life into a tailspin and painting a glowing target on her back. Every day, she crosses the path of the next unexpected thing, and there’s a handsome yet annoying stranger that has the information she doesn’t know she needs.
She’s questioning everything she’s been raised to believe, but she’s running out of time.
Can a secret family legacy help her hone her magic before it’s too late? Or will she join the other fallen witches and their curse?
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“Did Greg forget her birthday?”
“I hope not. If he did, Junior’s going to kick his ass, and I don’t feel like bailing anyone out of jail.”
“She deserves so much more…”
Brandy heard their whispered voices and unlocked her phone, again, to see if she’d missed any messages. Anger replaced the sadness and frustration she felt when she only found a notification for coupons.
It was her twenty-first birthday, and her boyfriend, Greg, hadn’t shown up to her party. Sure, a few of her brothers couldn’t make it tonight, but they had good excuses. Ethan and Edward were out of town on business, and Carter had left early after receiving an emergency call about one of his patients.
“Hey, you okay?” Andrea, her best friend and sister-in-law, asked.
Brandy shrugged and tipped back the latest shot placed in front of her. There wasn’t much left to say. Her boyfriend of three years, whom she lived with, had forgotten her birthday and the traditional family dinner. Now, everyone kept looking down the table at her with either pity, anger, or both.
“Thanks,” she told the waiter when he refilled her water.
Brandy raised her fingers to her temple as her eyes fluttered closed. Her head swam with emotions, and the skin on her hands tingled. She felt… odd. She’d drunk alcohol before, albeit illegally, but the strange sensations in her head and belly were unlike anything she’d experienced before.
“Toast!” her brother Max yelled. Brandy followed his voice and spotted Junior, their older brother, standing to Max’s left.
“Brat… um, I mean Brandy. We’re proud to call you our baby sister.” Junior cleared his throat and her eyes watered, guessing what would come next. “Mom and Dad would be proud of the young woman you’ve become.”
Glancing around, Brandy noticed the damp eyes of the people she loved. It’d been a few months since they lost their dad and twenty-one years since their mom. Her mom died giving birth to Brandy—her seventh child and only girl. It seemed finally getting her daughter had been both a blessing and a curse.
“I know being the only girl in our family hasn’t always been easy. Your dating life has suffered. Although, it seems we’ve been slacking with keeping Greg in line.”
“Junior!” his wife, Debbie, called out as she slapped him in the gut.
“Ow!” he said and narrowed his eyes. “I’m speaking the truth!”
“Where is that douche anyway? It’s her birthday!” Max said, and Brandy flushed with embarrassment.
Brandy bit her tongue. She was tired of defending Greg, and she didn’t know where he was. Lifting the ice-cold water, she brought it to her lips and chugged, hoping it would calm her and neutralize the effects of the alcohol.
Junior pushed his chair back and walked over to her. He cupped her shoulder. “Dad always said twenty-one was a magical beginning. Bran, we love you and can’t wait to see what this next year has in store for you. May you grow and find a little magic in your life.”
She stood and hugged him as her family cheered in the background. “Thanks, Junior.”
Junior’s warm embrace soothed her. “If you need us to take care of Greg, you only have to say the word,” he whispered before pulling back and meeting her eyes.
Brandy smiled. “Love you too,” she whispered. They all meant well, even if they drove her crazy at times.
Determined to enjoy the time with her family, Brandy pushed Greg to the far recesses of her mind. As they’d all gotten older, it’d become harder and harder to get together. They usually tried to make time for one family dinner a week, if not every two weeks. These moments were special to them, and she refused to let Greg and their problems ruin it.
Brandy had switched to water after her last shot, but even now, as she walked the last couple blocks home, her body was abuzz. Alcohol had never affected her this way.
An electric current ran along her skin, each cell in her body awake and eager. For what, she hadn’t the foggiest idea. It was the strangest thing she had ever experienced, and it was beginning to freak her out.
Reaching the last block home, she jumped when a loud noise rumbled from the darkened alley-like road. A low, menacing growl sounded, spiking her heart rate, but she was too chickenshit to look in the direction it had come from. Her heart pounded fervently against her breastbone, and her breaths came in short pants.
Picking up her pace, she dug inside her purse. Helmond, Connecticut, wasn’t known for its high crime, but crimes did occasionally happen. Grabbing her keys, her fingers wrapped firmly into place around the small mace canister hanging off one ring. The mace was a gift from Junior when she’d moved out of the house, something to keep her safe when she was alone. She also had brass knuckles and a small club in her dresser. With her heart pounding against her ribs, she wished she would have tossed them into her purse. If she made it home safely, it would be one of the first things she did after changing her underwear.
Hurrying toward her apartment, every sound rang out like a cannon. She sucked in a breath, hoping to calm the tremors, and was relieved at the sight of the building. Inhaling deeply, Brandy snuck a peek over her shoulder and was relieved to find herself alone, the growling from a moment ago only a memory. She scanned the area ahead and spotted a shadow lurking across the street. Her gut clenched as fear clawed its way up her throat.
Her gaze swept over the area again, but she didn’t see another soul or the strange shadow. The hairs on the back of her neck refused to lie down, and her stomach clenched with alarm. The door to the building silently screamed “safety.” Fear and an indescribable stench made her speed up to a light jog. She cursed her decision to wear high heels and prayed she didn’t twist her ankle in the process of fleeing whatever the hell was watching her from afar and shrouded in darkness.
Reaching the door, she shot out her hand and attempted to swipe her access card. She missed twice, the tremors in her hands making it difficult to fit the card in the slot. She peered over her shoulder and sucked in a breath before trying again. The moment the green light lit up, she twisted the handle.
“Ouch!” she cried when a spark of electricity shocked her at the contact. Ignoring the sting, she hurried inside and pulled the door closed for added measure.
Brandy searched the dimly lit road from the safety of the building. Unease crawled over her skin at the warning of nearby danger. She could feel someone watching her, but they weren’t anywhere she could see them. In her gut, she knew they were there, hiding in the shadows.
Once she was thoroughly creeped out, she hurried down the hall. Every little noise made her jump and twirl around, but she only found herself alone. Short, shaky breaths slipped from her lips as her feet protested each step.
Following the curve of the hall, she exhaled loudly at the sight of the metal elevator doors. Brandy stabbed her thumb against the up arrow. “Come on, come on,” she chanted. When the doors slid open, she was relieved to find it empty and slipped inside. She turned on her heels, shot out her index finger, and repeatedly pressed the seven on the panel until the doors shut.
“What the hell?” she muttered and paced the small box as it groaned on the ascent. Whatever had happened outside rattled her to the core. In the almost three years she’d lived in the apartment complex, she had never experienced anything to make her fear for her safety.
The elevator chimed a second before the doors opened to let her out onto her floor. She stared down the corridor, thankful to find it empty. Rushing to her apartment, she looked up and down the hall before letting herself inside.
“Greg?” she called out. “You home?” When silence greeted her, she wanted to scream.
After kicking off her heels, she walked across the plush carpet to her room. The soft fabric fit the curves of her tired and aching feet. Her reflection in the large window of her master bedroom made her pause—a sight she’d seen numerous times and yet tonight, the woman reflecting back looked… different.
“Get it together, Brandy,” she told herself and padded to the curtains.
Searching the street below, she noticed everything looked like any other night. A howling in the distance caused the neighborhood dogs to respond. The eerie sound reminded her of the growling in the alley.
A shiver ran down her spine, and she snapped her curtains together. She turned her back to the floor-to-ceiling fabric, then undressed and slipped on her robe. Stressed and cold, she turned the shower’s faucet to hot before searching the kitchen for a water bottle. Her fingers still tingled from the spark earlier, and her head pulsed with pain all around. Brandy hoped the water, a hot shower, and a good night’s sleep would alleviate whatever ailed her body. Once she was rested, she would find a logical explanation for it all.
Jason, Love in Scrubs 2
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Being stood up for a first date was the last thing on Ava King’s mind. Yet Mr. Wrong opened the door to Mr. Sexy, who’s already sitting next to her at the bar. One drink becomes two, and going against her own code, she goes home with the charming stranger.
Waking in Jason’s foreign bed sends her into a panic, and she escapes before any morning-after awkwardness can ensue.
Can fate bring them together again to see if their chemistry transcends one steamy night of passion?
“I’m new to town,” he says, and I zero in on his lips. They’re lush, kissable, and inviting. Will they be soft?
“Welcome?” I ask stupidly. “I’m sorry, I mean welcome to town.” I need to get my shit in order.
He chuckles, his face softening with his amusement. The sound is seductive and vibrates along my skin. He’s affecting me, and I can tell he’s not trying. Holy shit, if he put work into it, I’d be a puddle on the sticky bar floor. Sucking in a breath, I bring my cosmo to my lips and take a drink, needing a moment to gather my wits.
A woman steps between us with her back to me, cutting him off. “Hi, handsome.” She purrs, and my brow rises toward my hairline. “What’s your name?”
Jason finds me over the woman’s shoulder. He’s both apologetic and surprised. My second drink arrives then, and the bartender shakes her head with disgust and walks off.
“Here you are, Ava—baby,” he says leaning closer to me and attempting to avoid the woman.
She turns in the small space and looks between us. “Oh, is this your sister?”
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with this woman? If I was on a date with Jason, I’d light into her. Would I really? Okay, I’d be seething, much like I feel right now. This woman has dismissed me entirely. There are plenty of men milling about, and she’s picked Jason for her next snack.
“No, she’s not,” Jason says. “I’m sorry, but I’m not available.”
Her face darkens before she huffs a breath and leaves us.
“Not available?” I press the new drink toward him, but his hand rests on mine. It’s soft, large, and warm. A little zing of awareness makes my heart stutter and I take note of the way he watches me.
He shakes his head. “Not for her, no. Please, enjoy the drink.”
Whatever I see behind his eyes I can’t identify, but it’s enough and I nod. His hand returns to his drink, and once again I’m left watching his throat work as he swallows. It’s a simple physical reaction to drinking, but it has my full attention.
He smirks and turns toward me, aware I’m staring. “So, Ava… do you always come to a bar by yourself?”
My face warms and I shake my head. Glancing around the bar, I note there are a few more customers than when I arrived. “No, I was supposed to meet someone.” I peek at my watch and see Henry’s now almost twenty minutes late. Sighing, I lift my cosmo and finish it.
“Dumbass,” Jason mutters, and my head turns toward him.
He coughs, choking on his drink. “Sorry, I didn’t mean you. The guy. He’s a dumbass if he stood you up.” When he says “you,” he takes his fill of me. It’s a quick one, but my body perks, and I force myself not to preen at the attention.
What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not that woman. I don’t go to bars and meet men. Hell, it’s been forever since I’ve gone to a bar with friends, let alone by myself. Something about this man has me acting out of sorts.
I sip from the new drink before nodding. “Yeah he’s a dumbass all right. He’s not even my type.”
“Then why did you agree?” Jason asks as he twists in his seat. The bar’s stools are bolted to the floor, so his legs brush mine.
I lean back on an elbow and wrap my other hand around my glass as I face him. My knees are now between his, but they don’t really touch. I feel the warmth from him though. He must be like a warm blanket which could keep me comfortable all night long.
With a small shake of my head, I send the dangerous thoughts away. “I agreed because the man wouldn’t stop. I hoped he’d finally see what I’ve seen all along with one date.”
“And that’s what?” Jason’s intrigued and eager for more information. His expression is serious.
“Henry and I have nothing in common past the building we work in. I tolerate the man because he’s a customer, but that’s where it begins and ends.”
“Ouch! You tolerate him?” Jason chuckles.
Covering my mouth, I giggle behind my hand. “Well, it’s the truth. What’s the point in going through all this?” I say, waving my hand around. “I mean, you’re here so what’s the point?”
“Ouch, you’re on fire now, aren’t you?”
“Oh! I didn’t—”
“I’m teasing, Ava. I have thicker skin than that. To be honest, I just moved here and only came in for a drink. The company has been a pleasant surprise.”
I don’t miss the meaning of his words. He’s not wrong. In the few minutes around Jason, I’ve been enjoying myself. There’s no pretense to be someone else. I’m comfortable enough, considering my attraction to him.
Speaking of attraction… Now that we’re facing each other, I can truly admire how handsome he is. It’s no wonder the bar bunny came sniffing around. There’s something about an older man which appeals to my tastes. Maybe it’s because I expect him to be more mature than my peers.
I’d love to label a silver fox as drama-free, but there’s a good chance he comes with baggage.
About AJ Renee
AJ Renee is the author behind the St. Fleur series, Beauty Unmasked, Winter’s Surprise, Surviving Paris, Finding Love at the Falls…, and Kylie: Crossing Lines. She’s a military wife and mother to three young girls. She graduated from the University of Central Florida with her Master of Science in Criminal Justice and a Bachelor of Science in Psychology while working at the library.
She loves to write steamy romance with suspense and a happily ever after. When she isn’t writing or interacting with her readers, you can find her spending time with her family or reading. AJ enjoys traveling, researching family history, and all things New Orleans.
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fell apart. Now her boyfriend’s lifeless eyes haunt her dreams, and she carries
the blame for her father’s death.
it’s under the watchful eye of bodyguard and former Navy SEAL, Carter Fortier.
Carter must make dangerous alliances and depend on his brothers-in-arms to have
his back. But the danger Charlotte Mae poses to his heart is one complication
he doesn’t account for.
fighting for their lives, or will the forces working to silence them succeed in
ending more than just their budding romance?
shit,” Lindsey muttered.
Jaime Lynn whispered, and she turned to face her sister. “Well, ain’t that some
shit?” Jaime Lynn chuckled.
Mae cleared her throat. “What?”
nodded toward Carter. “When did that happen?”
Carter,” Jaime Lynn said, directing a “don’t try to bullshit me” expression at
nothing between Carter and me,” she said and didn’t miss the twinge she felt
under her breastbone at the words.
something is definitely going on
between you and Carter,” Sofia said softly.
doing his job.” Charlotte Mae swallowed thickly past the bitter words.
is not just doing his job,” Lindsey whispered.
looked over Charlotte Mae’s shoulder. “He hasn’t stopped watching you since the
moment he came inside. And we won’t even mention the way he took care of you
Mae shifted in her seat and clenched her teeth. “His job is to watch me. He’s trying to keep me safe because it’s his job.”
grabbed Charlotte Mae’s hand from the bar top and cocked her head to the side.
She studied Charlotte Mae for a few moments then leaned in as close as she
could with the bar separating them. “You know it’s okay, right? It’s going to
you talking about?” Charlotte Mae asked, annoyed to be having this
on each side of her sighed.
would want you to be happy,” Sofia whispered.
Mae stiffened. “Nothing is happening!” She glared at her sister. “Can we drop
it now, please?”
sighed, and sympathy flashed in her eyes. “Okay, honey, we’ll drop it.”
a thank you and relaxed when Jaime Lynn turned the topic to Kayla, Jesse’s
daughter. Charlotte Mae glanced at the group of men chatting and noted Carter’s
brows pulled together. She offered him a small smile, and the crease on his
forehead vanished. She hoped their voices hadn’t carried in the empty bar.
Setting aside the worry, she returned her attention to her friends, happy to
have them around.
Mae enjoyed being with them and listening to the things she’d missed. Not that
she’d gone to St. Fleur often, but when she did, she loved spending time with
her sister and friends. They were good people.
know why reminding them she was only a job for Carter had upset her so much.
Nothing could come of their time together. He only saw her as a woman who’d
gotten herself in an awful predicament. Plus, allowing any emotions for the
sexy man to form felt like a betrayal to Chase. It wasn’t logical, she knew
that. Chase was gone, and she was alive. But… shouldn’t she be grieving? How
much time needed to pass before she “moved on”?
ever live in a world where she didn’t feel guilty? Why couldn’t she have met
Carter later? Each passing day included at least one fight between her mind and
heart. It was exhausting.
the author behind the St. Fleur series, Beauty Unmasked, Winter’s Surprise,
Surviving Paris, Finding Love at the Falls…, and Kylie: Crossing Lines. She’s
a military wife and mother to three young girls. She graduated from the
University of Central Florida with her Master of Science in Criminal Justice
and a Bachelor of Science in Psychology while working at the library.
to write steamy romance with suspense and a happily ever after. When she isn’t
writing or interacting with her readers, you can find her spending time with
her family or reading. AJ enjoys traveling, researching family history, and all
things New Orleans.
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Sometimes it takes a frog to bring out the real prince in a man.
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Piper swore revenge on the town that had wronged her as a child. With a heart of stone, she would call their children home.
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Jaime Lynn has lived by that mantra all of her life. After opening a pub in St. Fleur, she begins to root herself into the town and its community, questioning the only attitude she has ever known. When Jesse interviews for the open bartending position, she knows hiring him is a bad decision she’ll make anyway. Giving in to their powerful attraction, she accepts his invitation to explore what’s between them—and is reminded that not everyone gets their happily ever after.
Jesse’s eyes flew open as he released himself and moved to a protective stance. “What are you doing here?”
Jaime Lynn took in his body, the muscles covering his chest and arms down to his sculpted abs. His beautiful, thick length stood proudly as her eyes roved down his thighs to where wiry, black hair covered his legs.
Confusion flashed over his face, replacing the desire in his gaze, as he repeated, “What are you doing here, Jaime Lynn?”
— ABOUT AJ RENEE —
Author to Widower’s Aura, Always Mine, Duplicity, and Finding love at the falls…. I’m a military wife and mother to three girls seven and under. Prior to these roles I lived in Florida where I attended the University of Central Florida. I received my Masters of Science in Criminal Justice and Bachelors of Science in Psychology. A decade later and I haven’t used either.
Writing a book was never a goal of mine, funny how life works out sometimes. I thought I would work for one of the many agencies that specialize in justice. Instead I decided to focus on a family once we married.
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