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Sunday, 17 June 2018

BOOK TOUR & EXCERPT - Hunters' Watch Brigade: The Game (Hunters' Watch Brigade #2) by Paula Millhouse

All monster hunter Samantha Silverton wants is a little R&R. She and her sexy partner, cat shifter Max, have a week off in the city that never sleeps, and she intends to enjoy it. But before she can unpack her suitcase, she’s caught up in the middle of a wicked game—a smartphone app driven scavenger hunt that’s bringing all the big, bad Supernaturals to NYC to play. The bad part? The game was the brainchild of Alex Van Dam—Sam’s first love. What’s worse? She has to play alone.

Maximillion Ra hasn’t quite got a handle on his unique shifter magic yet. He’s in love with Sam, but if he’s ever going to be any good to her, he has to face his family’s curse. But how can he leave Sam now, especially with her old flame in the picture? 

Alex Van Dam isn’t interested in who wins his game. He just wants to find the final prize—an ancient Greek relic. Once he has it, he’ll use the artifact’s magic to control all the Supernaturals in Manhattan, starting with the Hunters’ Watch Brigade.

Only Sam stands in his way. And without Max by her side, even the monster hunting daughter of Poseidon has to wonder if she stands a chance...

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Genre: Urban Fantasy with strong Paranormal Romance elements
79,000 words
Print Length: 226 pages
Publisher: ImaJinn Books, an Imprint of Belle Books/Bell Bridge Books
Publication Date: June 15, 2018
Language: English
ISBN13:  9781611948677

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“JUST, GREAT, SHADE.” The New York Museum of Natural History? I stared up into the violet eyes of my vampire handler, tapped the seven-inch raised scar on my left forearm, and drew out my blue-crystal trident, Atlantis. He had to be freaking kidding me. “And you want me to do what?”
Shade Vermillion had said something about a wizard and a giant rat, but after that, I hadn’t really heard anything else because a booming hammered in my ears. I hated rats.
He pointed at the front entrance door off Central Park West and 79th Street. The hours of operation were clearly posted. The museum had closed half an hour ago, so human casualties wouldn’t be an issue.
Shade showed me and my boyfriend Max a tablet with the details of the mission he was offering us. We’d just celebrated Max’s graduation from basic training for the Hunters’ Watch Brigade. We had a full two weeks of R&R planned in the city, and I wanted to show him everything I loved about Manhattan.
Our vacation had officially started an hour ago, but Shade had called us in to help out with one last mission. So much for time off. We should have gone to the British Virgin Islands, instead.
“Someone opened a portal around back of the campus near the planetarium. My team and I will head over there to make sure nothing gets in or out of that thing while you two check out the inside of the museum.”
I stared up at my boss who’d dressed in jeans, boots, and a black sweater. He didn’t need it to keep the crisp late-December weather at bay. I figured he styled himself like that so he fitted in with the rest of the humans. “You’re the best damn monster-hunter in the HWB. You can do this, Samantha.”
Shade always used my full name. The formality kept us at a professional distance, and I liked it that way. To everyone else, I was Sam. I didn’t need him blowing smoke up my ass. Besides, I loved to hunt monsters. No cause for the urging.
“Sure, she can do this,” Max said. He stood up to his full six-foot-seven height, ran one hand through his dark-brown hair, and stared Shade in the eye.
I glared up at my sexy guardian/boyfriend/cat shifter, whose native form was a thirty-five-pound Maine Coon housecat. While they were both right—I could do this—the real question was, did I want to?
The last rays of sunshine streaked pink and orange across the New York City sky. Sunlight didn’t bother Shade the way it did other vampires. My dad, the Greek god Poseidon, had given him a free pass to Daywalk for a year to follow up on some critical HWB business with some nasty vamps. I wondered how that was going for him, but now was not the time to ask.
“Rat Patrol. My favorite job.” Max smiled and cracked his knuckles with a loud resounding pop. Then he extended his three-inch-long, razor-sharp claws. “You ready, Sam? Piece of cake, right?”
I think I nodded my head.
I stared up at the stone building and swallowed hard. I’d been on field trips to this museum as a child but had never set foot in the place on a mission. I mean, what kind of lunatic hits the most famous institution of learning in New York City?
“You got a tip from Chad?” I asked. “About the rat?”
Chad was one of our junior operatives. He was a seventeen-year-old wizard who also worked for the museum while he finished high school and transitioned to college. He was kinda like me—one of Shade’s kids—but I was nine years older than he was.
Shade tapped his index finger on the tablet’s screen. “Chad recognized a rogue HWB wizard, Dusty McLane, snooping around earlier. He’d asked to review some ancient manuscripts from Greece—he always did have a passion for all things Greek. But he’d hung around, long after he seemed to have been finished. Then, this afternoon, Chad noticed that one of the journals kept in the modern book collection in the research library had gone missing. He called us in on it.”
“And that’s when surveillance captured video footage of this wizard using his magic to revive one of the taxidermist’s mounts of a giant sewer rat?” Max asked, with a little too much glee in his voice.
Shade nodded. “It’s not unusual to catch wizards stealing. They take what they want when it suits them. Talismans. Treasure. Books with secrets.”
I grimaced. “I freaking hate rats. Any self-respecting New Yorker hates rats. They’re filthy, and they grow to the size of raccoons around here.”
Shade grasped my arm and stared at me with searching violet eyes. “I should pull someone else in on this one. Your vacation started an hour ago. I just thought, with your Greek heritage and all, you might have an edge.”
My trident Atlantis, a gift from my dad, generated a soft pulsing buzz in my hands, like a cellphone vibrating a new call. Whenever paranormal shit was about to hit the fan, I got advanced warnings from my weapon. “We’ve got this,” I said and searched Max’s handsome face. “You distract the rat, and I’ll find the wizard.”
Max honed his claws together until they sang a high-keening metal sound, like a warrior sharpening a sword. “Let’s do this.”
Shade motioned for Chad to unlock the doors, and we strode inside. “I think they’re upstairs, Sam.” The young wizard gestured to the marble stairs, an expression of terror etched across his face. “You think you can catch them?”
I grinned at Chad, who wore his straight blond hair short, and a little soul patch of a beard on his chin. “Yeah, I do. But you should go outside and help Shade with that portal. He might need you to use your magic to shut it down. Don’t let the wizard escape.”
Relief washed away his fear, and with a final, “Be careful,” he rushed out the door.
That’s what we do. We’re agents of the Hunters’ Watch Brigade, and when supernatural evil threatens people, we go in and stop it.
I turned and grinned up at Max. “Shall we?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he replied. We hit the stairs running and raced up to the third floor. Once we got to the Hall of New York Mammals, the stench of sewers assaulted my nose. Glass displays lay in ruins. Taxidermist mounts of the museum’s collection were askew, and the one mount that was missing was the common brown rat. Great.
I headed upstairs for the fourth level. “I’m going up to the library.”
“Not without me, you’re not.” Max came up beside me, racing his way in front.
A chittering noise sounded off at the top of the stairs. As if Manhattan didn’t have enough of these bastards, now we had a mutant magic rat the size of a damn Great Dane running loose in the museum. I skidded to a stop when I saw the filthy creature, with dusty brown clumps of mangy fur hanging from its body. Plumes of dust puffed up into the air around it, and when it sneezed, long threads of gooey slime hung from its jowls. Holy shit. Make that the size of a damn grizzly bear. “Max! Watch out!”
He raced ahead of me, never hesitating. The rat leapt at him, baring wooden-colored teeth and whipping its scaly pink tail around. The tail tripped Max, and he went flying into a spin across the polished marble floors.
I aimed Atlantis, but I couldn’t find a clear shot because Max reared up and faced off with the rat. The vermin leapt at him, but he slashed at its hide, and buried his claws elbow deep in the mutant rodent. Something multicolored spilled out of the rat’s belly and spread out all around them.
To my horror, a pack of at least a hundred smaller rats emerged, scampering throughout the room.
I focused my trident’s tines toward them and blasted a surge of power into the mass of rodents. The smell of singed fur hit my nose, and I gagged.
The grizzly-bear-sized mama rat scurried away toward the stairs, its herd of offspring racing after her. They bounded down the stairwell, Max hot on their trail. “Go find the wizard. I’ve got this,” he yelled.
I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should follow them. Would Max be okay by himself? Yes, he was now a full-fledged HWB agent, but I still felt that he was my responsibility. But so was capturing Dusty McLane.
I turned and raced to the research library. It was quiet and empty. Of course, he wouldn’t be hiding in here.
I reversed my direction and ran back down one flight of stairs, to where we’d seen all the destruction.
I found the wizard in one of the dioramas of Native American Peoples. His fiery-red hair stood out like beacon, and he was covered in freckles. Dressed in jeans and an NYU hoodie, he held the stolen journal, a little red book, in his left hand close to his heart. I aimed Atlantis at his head. “You know I can’t let you take that book out of here, Dusty.”
He stepped behind the display of Indians, counting on my desire to not destroy the museum’s precious artifacts. “What, this? It’s no big deal—just a compilation of notes put together by some old history professor. Nothing important.”
What was he hiding? I moved, trying to find a clear path, an open shot. He countered, and we entered into a dance. “If it’s in the museum, it’s important. Hand it over.”
“That rat’s gonna kill your partner.” He taunted me with the information about the spell he’d used to bring the rat to life. “I gave it venom. He’ll die if he gets bitten. And when those younglings get out of the building, the whole city will be in jeopardy.”
I narrowed my eyes. Was Max at risk? What would happen if the little monsters escaped from the museum? Could he stop them all?
What a creep. This was exactly why I enjoyed monster-hunting so much. Stopping someone like Dusty from hurting people really did it for me. “So, what? If I let you take the little red book, you’ll call it off? Put the rat back up on the wall where it’s supposed to be?”
He smiled, and it made him look like a naughty little boy. “Maybe.”
Why the heck was he hanging around? He’d obviously opened the portal outside so he could escape. Why hadn’t he hightailed it out of there once he got his hands on the book?
The problem with rogue wizards was that you never could trust them. “You’re former HWB, I understand. Come in with me now, and I’ll see if Shade will take it easy on you.”
He snorted. “Not likely. We have plans for this little book.”
“We? Who’s we, Dusty?” He didn’t answer me. Definitely a bad sign. I moved closer when he leaned down, taking his attention off me.
“Take this to Alex,” he said in a voice so low, I almost didn’t hear him. He handed the journal to a knee-high-sized creature with a pointed face who chittered at him, grasped it in its back claws, then flapped wide, leathery, bat-like wings. Rising above us, it had the damn nerve to hiss at me while it took flight.
I jabbed at it with my trident, hoping to skewer it before it got away, but I missed. It squawked, then spat at me, and I had to dodge right to avoid acidy venom. It flew so close to me on its way out of the diorama, I felt the breeze on my face.
“What the hell . . . ?” So much for recovering the little book of secrets. I wheeled around on Dusty, ready for anything. “You’re coming with me,” I said. “We’ll go retrieve the damn thing together.”
“I don’t think so. A friend of mine warned me the HWB might intervene. Taking a couple of you assholes out is my initiation fee into the game. Recovering that journal means bonus points for me.”
Dusty twirled three square rune stones between his fingers while he whispered a few choice words and got them glowing red-hot. The bastard reared his hand back in a pitcher’s stance, ready to hurl his magic rocks my way.
Game? What kind of messed up game was he talking about? I shrugged. “Works either way for me, buddy.”
He threw the rocks at me. I blasted a bolt of pure electrical energy from Atlantis to deflect them. The rune stones disintegrated into sparking flecks of ash. Dusty lunged at me, wielding a curved silver blade. I had no choice, so I skewered him with the business end of my trident.
His last words were a warning. “You’re never gonna win the game.” Then he fell and crumbled into a pile of ash. I reared back. My weapon transmitted a surge of magic through me, cataloging images from Dusty’s mind. I shook my head, stunned for a moment. Whoever had hired Dusty must be a very powerful wizard.
“Son of a bitch!” The diorama burst into flames. I doused the display with water from my trident, snuffing out the fire. There was no sense in causing any more damage in the museum than necessary.
I turned around and ran to the stairs, looking for Dusty’s familiar and his prize.
Maybe Shade and the guys had already caught the little rat-dragon and recovered the book. I had to find Max and help him with those damn rats. Furious that I’d let the wizard’s familiar escape, I raced down the stairs.
If this little leather-bound diary was important enough to summon a mage with dark magic, maybe I’d go after it later, see what all the fuss was about.
Right now I had to help Max round up all those poisonous rats. What a disaster. If even one of them got out, the city would be at significant risk.
Shade was gonna be pissed I’d killed the wizard before he could interrogate him. Yeah, it was sort of a sticking point with us.
There was nothing worse than a furious vampire.

Keywords: Paranormal Romance; Urban Fantasy; Video games; cell phone app; quest; treasure hunt; scavenger hunt; Gamers; Reality TV; Gods & Goddesses; Shape shifters; Cat shifters; Witches & Wizards; Vampires; Ghosts; Werewolves; Saving the world; Demigod heroine; New York City; Statue of Liberty; Central Park; Empire State Building; Times Square: Grand Central Station; Winter Solstice; Mount Olympus; Zeus; Poseidon; Artemis; Pegasus.

4 out of 5 (very good)

Hunters' Watch Brigade: The Game is the second book in the Hunters' Watch Brigade series, and we reunite with Sam, Max, Shade, Cyn, Helmina, Miss Daisy, Tex, and the rest of the crew. We start off in the thick of the action as Sam and Max try to stop a thieving wizard. It turns out he is just the start, as a game is being played that could have serious consequences. On top of that, Max is struggling. He only has six weeks from his shift to show his allegiance to Bast in the form of a vision quest. Until he does that, his magic isn't all it could be, and it puts Sam in danger.

This is a great continuation of the first book. Sam and Max actually spend much of this one apart from each other, but that just makes it all the better when they reunite. I would love to know more about Max's fourth level, but it looks like the third will just have to do. Sam misses Max, but has to learn how to work without him in the meantime. I loved her going to Olympus, and speaking with Artemis. I thought that was perfectly written, just how I would imagine the Greek Gods playing!

As usual, there were no editing or grammatical errors that jolted me from the story. With great characters and excellent world building, I found the pacing to be well timed, with the transition from one scene to the next smooth. I have no hesitation in recommending either this book, or the series so far. Can't wait to read more.

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Paula Millhouse was born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean to her soul. As a child, she soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the South.

She lives in the mountains now, but honors her Southern heritage as a story teller by sharing high-heat adventures with her readers. Escape your daily routine with books where justice does exist, true love is worth fighting for, and happily ever afters are expected.

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Thursday, 14 June 2018

VBT, EXCERPT, GUEST POST & #GIVEAWAY - The Multima Scheme by Gary D. McGugan


Suspense, fiction



Can Multima Corporation withstand another attack from organized crime? While billionaire John George Mortimer copes with treatment for cancer, the accomplished CEO must also ward off challenges for control of his sprawling fictional American empire both from within the company and from nefarious powers operating outside the law.

The Multima Scheme is a fast-paced account of the lengths to which organized crime can infiltrate large global corporations and seize control of respected businesses to conceal activities that are both illegal and immoral but generate billions. It’s also a story of survival – how individuals and organizations might react under intense pressures and the ease with which people can cross lines between what’s legal and what’s not.

Using his knowledge of how large multinationals operate – accumulated over 40 years working with major corporations around the world – author Gary D. McGugan weaves a tale of intrigue using a writing style that readers will find hard to put down once started.

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Howard Knight felt his pulse quicken as he glanced down at his watch. All hell was about to break loose in New York. His secretary would tell the waiting FBI agent something like, “It’s probably just a traffic delay. Mr. Knight is always punctual and will be here soon for your scheduled meeting.” Likely, she’d also offer coffee, and no doubt make small talk while they both waited.

In a few minutes, she’d give up and call Knight’s spouse at home. His wife would repeat the exact lie he told her the day before while his limousine sped towards Page Field in Fort Myers, Florida. She’d tell his secretary Knight wasn’t actually in New York. He was away solving some sort of business crisis in Brazil. Almost certainly, his assistant would become alarmed and immediately contact the pilots of the company’s jet.

It might take her some time to reach them. Both the pilot and co-pilot would be gradually recovering from a period of incapacitation but would eventually tell the secretary what little they could remember. They wouldn’t have much to divulge though, and would remain groggy throughout the rest of the morning.

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More than an Idea

It’s impossible to work at senior levels of large corporations for any length of time without realizing there’s a lot going on! Good management looks for new ideas. Marketing people look for ways to promote the company. Production looks for better systems to build widgets. Ambitious men and women look for ways to get ahead. Everyone seems to have an idea. What makes it interesting are those people who covert their ideas into schemes.

A dictionary definition of the word ‘scheme’ I like best suggests “a secret or underhanded plan; a plot.” Within every multinational corporation, there are schemes. Not every director is looking out for the best interests of shareholders. Some executives have personal agendas. Nefarious shareholders might have hidden and surprising reasons for owning shares in a company. But, when schemes mutate and consume a company, corporate health can become precarious.

In The Multima Scheme I show how complex life in a publicly traded corporation might become using a fictional plot highlighting organized crime. Organized crime is far more embedded in companies than many people realize. Sadly, criminal elements have infiltrated some of America’s largest companies and might even completely control them. The entertaining plot of The Multima Scheme reveals how even the most successful among global corporations might be vulnerable to penetration by unwanted groups. But I also want to remind people that organized crime is not glamorous, as it’s sometimes portrayed in movies or television. Nor is it a benign concept that doesn’t really affect us if we behave ourselves and stay out of trouble. Rather, inside a corporation it can become as perilous to the health of a company as cancer is to a human body.

For example, human trafficking is one of the greatest scourges of our global society enslaving thousands of women and girls in lives of pain, humiliation, and often early death. Organized crime controls that despicable activity. What if the same repulsive outfit trading in human suffering should also control the supermarket chain where we shop every week?

Fortunately, legitimate companies fight back against organized crime and John George Mortimer, the CEO of Multima Corporation (pronounced Mul-tee-ma), is a fighter. As an added challenge, I also gave him male breast cancer. Of course, I’m trying to do my bit to help increase awareness about that disease. But equally importantly, readers get a glimpse of his strength and character as he battles on two fronts. His struggle with cancer and the attack by The Organization create a story that is quick-paced, easy to read, and one that informs while it entertains. I challenge you to put it down once you start!

A successful business leader, speaker, and author, my most recent work is an exciting novel, The Multima Scheme.

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Family, friends, and hundreds of other wonderful people also populate my life, repeatedly creating rewarding experiences. I’ve had all this good fortune for many years, with reading and writing often playing integral roles.

I’ve loved reading as long as I remember and have enjoyed writing for just as long. For me, writing has taken many forms. Like most, it started with assigned essays as a student and then evolved with my business career. I’ve written letters, speeches, reports, ads, brochures, presentations, proposals, articles, and a blog. My first book was a work of non-fiction – NEEDS Selling Solutions – co-authored with my friend Jeff Allen.

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Tuesday, 12 June 2018

RELEASE BLITZ; REVIEW & #GIVEAWAY - Relentless (Somerton Security #2) by Elizabeth Dyer

Title: Relentless

Series: Somerton Security #2
Author: Elizabeth Dyer
Publisher: Montlake Romance

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Mafia Romance
Release Date: June 12, 2018


Ethan Somerton doesn’t do safe or easy. He’s all about the challenge. The risk. In order to rescue one of his agents, Ethan must infiltrate the ruthless Vega cartel. One tiny error—just one—and he’s dead. Which means he needs Natalia Vega. Bright, beautiful, and cut sharper than the most lethal blade, she’s finally reached her breaking point. Now Ethan must find a way to make her surrender.

Caught between desperate choices and no-win situations, Natalia has survived the unthinkable by becoming dangerous, relentless, and feared. When it comes to protecting her sister, there’s no line Natalia won’t cross. But when Ethan storms into her life with his cocksure arrogance, stone-cold competence, and seductive promises, Natalia wonders if she’s finally found a way out. But discovering whether Ethan is salvation or destruction is going to require the one thing Natalia doesn’t have—trust.

As the cartel implodes and loved ones are threatened, Ethan and Natalia are going to have to choose between love, loyalty, and the lies they cling to. They could run, knowing they’ll never be safe. They could fight, knowing they’ll probably die. Or they can trust in each other¼and do something far more dangerous.

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5 out of 5 (exceptional)

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This is book two in the Somerton Security series, and I STRONGLY recommend that you read book one, Defenseless, first. Because it will give you a better picture of Ethan, and his team. And because, I mean, FIVE star read people!

And again, this is a 5 star read! 

Ethan Somerton, head of Somerton Security needs to find out where a certain member of his team is still being held. He needs insider information, and that information comes not from the younger Vega sister, but the elder, Natalia. Natalia had been doing her uncle's bidding to keep her sister safe. But Ethan promises things, things she never thought she could have. She just needs to get her sister out, and Ethan's team member free, first. 

I loved that, right from the start, Natalia had Ethan pegged. She KNEW he wasn't who he was supposed to be! Loved that Ethan, very quickly, realised that Natalia was the one to watch, not her sister. Loved that Ana Maria surprised EVERYONE! Me included! 

You don't get the full picture, of Natalia's mother and father's murder by her uncle, not all in one go. And it kinda threw me off balance, once we DID get it all! Love being kept on my toes! 

The team member is STILL missing but they are closing in on him and fast. I have a feeling once THAT story comes, it's going to be little bit different to what the team might be expecting. Especially after what they find. Vague, I know, but no spoilers from me! 

I have no idea who might be next, since one idea I had was totally wrong, but hey, I don't really care. I WANT to read it, because I need to know what's going to happen! 

An excellent follow up!

5 stars

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Elizabeth Dyer likes her heroines smart and snarky, and her heroes strong and sexy. An attorney and recent coffee devotee, Elizabeth spends the majority of her time tucked into a corner table at Starbucks or pinned beneath her (overly affectionate) bullmastiff. When she isn’t working or wrestling the dog, you can usually find Elizabeth writing the types of sexy, suspenseful books she most loves to read.

A born-and-bred Texan, Elizabeth resides in Dallas, where she indulges in Netflix marathons, Instagramming her dog, and brunch. Definitely brunch. Adorably awkward, Elizabeth hates the phone as much as she loves all the social-media things and hearing from her readers. Follow her on Twitter (@lizdyerwrites) or Instagram (@elizabethdyerwrites).

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BLOG TOUR, EXCERPT, REVIEW & #GIVEAWAY - One Last Heist by Dahlia Donovan

Author: Dahlia Donovan
Title: One Last Heist
Genre: Gay Romantic Suspense
Release Date: May 26, 2018
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
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One last heist.

It should’ve been easy. Crack a safe, steal from a villain, and go on vacation. The last thing Mack and Toshiro expect is to descend into a nightmare of betrayal.

Mack Ueda-Easton loves three things: his husband, heists, and his odd family of friends. He lives life on the edge. The only cloud on his horizon is the degenerative disease stealing his sight.

Toshiro Ueda-Easton tries to juggle his husband, his autistic sister, his interfering mother, and all of their heists. He knows they’re spiraling out of control and the journey they’re travelling can’t last.

What neither of them expect is to get catapulted straight into a dangerous conspiracy. They’re now in a race to come out on top. If they fail, the consequences are unimaginable.

Toshiro slid a hand up his own chest, toying with one of the barbells. “Avoir le feu au cul.”
“Did you just say my arse was on fire?” Mack blinked at Toshiro.
“Some phrases shouldn’t be directly translated; you lose a bit of the meaning.” He grinned at him; his fingers still toying with his piercing.
“I’ll assume it meant something sexually enthralling as you certainly sounded sexy as fuck when you said it.” Mack closed the distance between them and swung Toshiro around to press him against the window. Their lips connected in a bruising kiss that left him breathing in hard gasps. “You’re so bloody gorgeous. Why’d you marry an old pirate like me?”
“First, we’re the same age.” Toshiro lunged forward to bite Mack’s bottom lip, sucking on it before easing away. “Second, you’re hung like a horse. Why wouldn’t I marry you?”
“Prat.” Mack snaked a hand around to swat his husband on the arse. “Thought you wanted my money?”
“That too,” he teased. “Up against the wall and spread ’em. Time to play fruit monger and thoroughly inspect the merchandise.”
They shared several bruising kisses until a breathless Toshiro shoved him back. He dropped to his knees. 

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4 out of 5 (very good)

One Last Heist has a host of new characters, and our main couple are already married, which made for a lovely change. They both have jobs by day, but are thieves by night. Mack has a list of rules that he works to, helping to ensure he only robs from those who deserve it. And yes, there are plenty of Robin Hood references guaranteed to make you smile. They get caught up in a situation that quickly takes them from their 'normal' into something far more dangerous that could change their lives forever.

I loved how this story played out. Mack and Toshi are brilliant both together and separately. Charlie, Tosh's sister, is autistic and her coping mechanisms are captured perfectly, along with an explanation of the why's and how's. In fact, I have to say that I thought all of the characters were more than capable of standing on their own two feet. They worked great as a team, with their own individual strengths helping each other, but none were so weak they could ONLY be part of the team.

With plenty of twists and turns, only some of which I saw coming, or partially at least, this story kept my interest from start to finish. Absolutely recommended by me.

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Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.

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