Monday, March 31, 2014

Coping by J Bennett This is my Review

This exciting follow-up to Falling (Book one of the Girl With Broken Wings series) finds Maya intent on joining her half-brothers in their secret war against the genetically-enhanced killers that call themselves angels. Still trying to cope with her new abilities and the hunger that threatens to overwhelm her, Maya may be more of a hindrance than a help to her brothers as they take on a new mission and make a grisly discovery.

Coping is a fast-paced novella that brings readers back into Maya’s darkly-humorous world where angels are not the good guys, the heroes don’t wear tights, and getting in over your head just means it’s Tuesday. Join Maya, Gabe and Tarren for more blood, bullets, and Chuck Norris jokes in Coping. (Approx. 23,000 words.)

My Review: 5 STARS ALL THE WAY!  J Bennett 

knocks another one out of the park. I throughly 

enjoyed Falling and now Coping. I can't wait for 

book 3!!!

J Bennett is a professional copywriter, as well as a novelist. She lives and writes in Southern California.
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Works by J Bennett
Girl With Broken Wings
Falling (Book One)
Coping (Novella, 1.5)
(Book Two), To Be Released Jan 2013

The Vampire’s Housekeeper Chronicles
#1 Employment Interview With A Vampire (Short Story)
#2 The Vampire Hunter Comes to Call (Short Story)
#3 Duel With The Werefrog (Short Story)

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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

"Cade" by V.A. Dold

Anna James is single again, finally. In her opinion, men are self-centered and will never love her for who she is, a beautiful, plus sized woman. All except the fantasy man that she’s been meeting in her dreams for five years.
She just never expected her fantasy to be a real live alpha shifter...
Cade Le Beau isn't what he seems. He’s a billionaire wolf. A Shifter. He laments his missed chance six months ago to meet his fantasy woman in the flesh. Just as his second chance presents itself, his fantasy woman, his mate, is threatened by the local mob boss and her ex-husband. Now, he has forty eight hours to deal with this threat once and for all or chance losing her again.
Is it Anna who’s in danger, or the humans who unwittingly threaten her?
The heat is on the moment they lay eyes on each other. Neither, age, children, horrid ex-husbands, nor mob bosses will stop this love affair.

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Prologue- The Plan “Emma, we need to take matters into our own hands or they’ll never find their mates.” Isaac Le Beau set his snifter down before he crushed the glass in frustration. “We have seven virile, grown sons, who after two hundred years haven’t found their mates. If we don’t step in and give a hand to the wolf-goddess Luperca, our sons may spend their lives alone, without children to raise and without their other half to love. Dang it, I want some grandchildren, while I’m still young enough to enjoy them.” He slowly raised his head and gazed at the love of his life, Emma. She was a unique blend of Romanian gypsy heritage and a very powerful voodoo priestess. Even after two centuries her exotic sparkling dark eyes and compact killer soft curves left him breathless. Some would classify her as a big, beautiful woman. He called her ‘sex on a stick‘. He swore she controlled every beat of his heart. The warmth and agreement in those mesmerizing eyes silently prompted him to continue. “Would you do your high-priestess voodoo thing and ask the spirits to identify their mates? With some influence we could bring them together, so they can recognize them on their own. I don’t want to force a meeting. Simply provide the opportunity. How about it, will you give it a try?” Isaac asked. He knew Emma wouldn’t deny him. “Of course, I’ll perform the ritual, but I can’t give you any guarantees. All I can do is try. If we are truly blessed, Luperca will appear to me and give this endeavor her approval. I want our sons happy and I’d love to have a dozen grandchildren running around the house, too.” Isaac opened his arms wide, inviting Emma to slide onto his lap. He buried his face into her hair breathing in her unique scent. The familiar fragrance calmed him like nothing else. He was confident everything would change for his sons very soon. He could hardly wait for each of them to meet their one true mate. No wolf should go fourteen hundred years alone. Two weeks later, they enjoyed the cool breeze that came off the river, flowing through the open windows. A secret little smile lit up Emma’s entire face and her fingers tapped a tune on her cut crystal wine glass. He knew that expression well. “Out with it, Emma,” Isaac said with a grin of his own. “What is it you’re dying to tell me?” He waited patiently for her to tell him her grand news. Emma actually bounced in her seat. “I received answers from the goddess.” She clapped her hands excitedly. “Cade's mate is in New Orleans right now. Her name is Anna James. The goddess said she has had many unhappy years, but is now open to finding her one true love. Isn’t that fantastic? Two days from now she is destined to be in Jackson Square and then stop to eat lunch at Crescent City Brewhouse. She’ll be in the bar around eleven-thirty. As for the rest of the boys, the goddess said we must have patience. She’ll grant me visions in my dreams or come to me for each of them when the time is right.” A surge of excited energy rushed through him as a hundred butterflies took up residence in his stomach. This must be what it felt like to win the lottery he thought. “We’ll have to move fast. We need to think of a way to get Cade there at the right time.” “Maybe we can come up with a way to use Jackson square? Cade sits there so often it might be an option?” Emma offered. “Maybe.” He rubbed his chin, forehead crinkled in deep thought. “First we need to get him out of his home office and into the French Quarter. The bank called yesterday about a restaurant up for sale. I’ll have them schedule a meeting with Cade to review our investments and recommend this new opportunity.” He tapped his chin as the plan took shape, mumbling as he worked it out. He stood and paced across the room, prowled like the animal he was. He couldn’t think properly sitting down. As he strode back and forth, he noted she had settled into an easy chair to watch him. “That’ll get him to the city,” he thought aloud as he continued to tap his finger on his chin. “You’re right about his constant people watching, I’m sure he’ll take a walk and perhaps sit a while. A possibility.” Isaac cupped his jaw in his hand and rubbed the coarse stubble. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve got it! I’ll ask him to meet me for lunch at Crescent City at eleven-thirty. Richie tends the bar, he’ll know the mating signs. When Cade arrives, goddess willing, he will sense his mate. I’ll have Richie tell him I won’t be able to make it. If I’m not there for lunch he will be free to spend time with her.” Smile broadening, he folded his arms across his chest and nodded. They had a solid plan. In less than a week he could have his first daughter-in-law. Isaac settled into his leather captain’s chair. “I’ll arrange everything with Richie." He felt two hundred years younger, like the bold robust young man who had swept his mate off her feet. By the wistful expression Emma wore, he must look it, too. As he sipped his rich, sweet cognac, he imagined a baby in Emma’s lap, sleeping peacefully while a toddler played with blocks on the floor. His sigh brought her attention to him with a raised brow. She would laugh if she knew what he was dreaming. A smile continued to pull at his lips. He couldn’t help it. He was very pleased with his little romance ambush, positive it would be successful. Cade was in for a wonderful surprise in two days’ time. “Now that we have the plan, what do you think she will be like? Did the goddess give you any hints?” She laughed. “No, you silly man, the goddess doesn’t have time for things like that.” “You know he has always favored curvy women. I sure hope she isn’t skinny, he might not even look at her if she is.” A little shiver ran through him. “Remember the gal he dated who looked a lot like you? She was a plus sized beauty. Cade never said anything, but Marcus drove him crazy with that ‘Oedipus’ nickname.” He laughed as he recalled the antics of the boys. “You’re right, he does like a woman with meat on her bones. All the boys do.”
V.A.Dold is the author of the Le Beau Brothers series, New Orleans wolf shifter novels. A graduate of Saint Cloud University, she majored in marketing. Prior to becoming a full time writer, she was a publicist to the authors, owning Innovative Online Book Tours and ARC Author & Reader Con's (ARC NOLA) (ARC Phoenix). Still is. The companies mesh so well together, much like PB&J.
Her idea of absolute heaven is a day in the French Quarter filled with nothing but her computer, her coffee mug and the Brothers, of course.
A Minnesota native with her heart lost to Louisiana, she has a penchant for titillating tales featuring sexy men and strong women. When she's not writing, she's probably taking in a movie, reading or traveling.
Her earliest reading memories are from grade school. She had a major fixation with horses, and the Black Stallion was a favorite. Then junior high came along and teenage hormones kicked in. It became all about the Harlequin Romances. She has been hooked on romances ever since.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Hush Baby Excerpt

Kyle Rushton appears to have everything going for him. His own home, a successful business, a beautiful woman in his bed and an adorable son.
But when things start to go wrong in his relationship it spreads like a cancer into every facet of his life. With his life turned upside down, he goes to his sister and some old friends for help.
Sometimes things are not what they seem.
Caught between a need for revenge and a search for justice, Kyle and his friends turn to the past for answers and the more layers they uncover the darker the truth becomes. Until he finds himself asking – is knowing the terrible truth going to help him move on with his life?

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Chapter 1
Damn.  She was going to make her way to his table.  A tall leggy blonde with bed-hair and a mini-skirt the size of a postage stamp.  As if he needed more complications in his life.  Women, who needed them anyway?  All he wanted was to watch the rugby game on the large-screen television in the bar seeing he wasn’t welcome in his own home.  That wasn’t too much to ask for was it?  The blonde had been checking him out since he’d arrived, trying to catch his eye, giving him toothy grins which showed the gap between her front teeth.  She wasn’t unattractive.  He wasn’t immune to the females of the species.  He just wasn’t in a good space, wasn’t in the zone.  Of course, the gap-toothed leggy blonde didn’t know that.  She thought she’d found a man desperate for female company, not realising that was the last thing he needed.  She was carrying two beers obviously thinking she could win him over with booze.  He took a sip from the beer he’d been nursing through the whole of the first half.  It was still half-full.  Just as the blonde was about to shoulder her way past the couple toasting each other in front of his table in the crowded bar, he felt a large hand on his shoulder. “Kyle man!  What you doing here?  Thought you were going to be watching the game at home?”  The blonde made eye-contact as she passed his table, the two beer glasses held high to avoid spillage as she jostled her way through the crowd.  Maybe it had all been in his head.  Maybe she wasn’t bringing him a beer and trying to pick him up.  He turned to face the tall muscular man with a full beard and clean-shaven head who had tapped his shoulder.
“Hey JT, I can ask you the same question.  What are you doing here?”  The crowd in the bar groaned in unison as the local team dropped the ball just as they were about to score.
“Miss-communication, if you know what I mean.  Posting the fixture list on the fridge didn’t stop the missus from organising a baby shower for one of her workmates in my home during the game.  No way I could try and watch the game with hordes of noisy women oohing and ahing over tiny items of clothing, and shaking rattles and stuff.  I called your house to see if I could come over…”
“What did the bitch say?”  Kyle took another sip of his beer.  An intercept had resulted in the local team crossing the line to score a try.  A huge cheer went up from the crowd in the bar.  The gap-toothed blonde was standing to his right still clutching the two beers.
“Just that you’d stormed out in a huff.  I figured you might have come here.  Kid was throwing a tantrum in the background so luckily that cut the conversation short.  Problems in paradise?”  JT stroked his beard and winked at the gap-toothed blonde.
“Don’t even go there.  If it wasn’t for my boy ...  ”  Kyle didn’t finish his sentence.  Another cheer went up from the crowd.  “Did you see that pass?  Magic, pure magic.  I swear he has hands like glue.  How he held onto that ball…”
“So do you come here often?”  The blonde’s voice came from his right, soft and husky.  As if she practised trying to get the right modulated sexy tone.  Nobody could naturally have a voice like that.
“Nope,” Kyle sighed, “I’m usually watching the game in the comfort of my own home.
“We’ve both been kicked out by our women,” JT clinked his glass with that of Kyle’s, “Cheers mate!  Here’s to us homeless men.”
“Oh, you’re married?”  The blonde couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice.  Obviously, thought Kyle, she had morals and didn’t mess with married men.
“Sort of,” muttered Kyle as he gulped down the last of his beer.
“Well, here are two beers for you guys.  Enjoy.”  The blonde handed over the beers with her gap-toothed grin.  “I won’t interrupt your man-time together.  See, not all women are evil.”  The two men watched as she elbowed her way through the crowd back to the bar counter.
“Tempting,” said JT as he grabbed one of the beers the blonde had left on the table.
“Dangerous,” added Kyle, “Way too dangerous.  My life is already complicated enough.”
“So why did you storm out this time?  Note how I stressed this time,” JT chuckled.  “It’s your frigging house man; I can’t understand why you are always the one to leave.”
“You’re a fine one to talk!  Look who’s not watching the game in the comfort of his home either!”  Kyle disliked beer.  He hated the bitter taste on his tongue and the way it made his stomach feel bloated.  Why he’d ordered a beer he had no idea.  It was just something you drank if you watched rugby in a bar.  He picked up the beer the blonde had left and downed half the glass in one gulp.  Maybe beer would smooth the tension building up inside him.  Hard liquor would just make things worse.  He’d drink and drink until he passed out.  Once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop.  “As the game was about to start, she put on a DVD for Max to watch.  Bananas in Pyjamas.  Seriously.  A good rugby game is showing and she frigging puts on Bananas in Pyjamas.  It’s like she goes out of her way to piss me off.”
“I feel your pain, man, I feel your pain.  That’s just being a bitch.”  JT patted Kyle on the back.  “You eaten yet?  How’s about we make a move from here and go to the steakhouse across the road and grab something to eat.  There’s no way we’re going to lose this game.  Come on, let’s get out of here.  Too much noise, too many people, it’s freaking me out.”
“And the leggy blonde is too tempting,” Kyle said with a laugh as he finished the beer in another gulp.
“Too right my man.  You know me too well.”
I was born in Cape Town, South Africa. I’ve been married and divorced and had three lovely children.
Some might say I have gypsy blood as I’ve moved around a lot, but really I’ve used my teaching qualifications to teach in different countries and travel the world. I have one of those bucket list type of thingies – a list of things to do and places to go before I die. Before moving to Kyiv in Ukraine where I live currently, I lived and worked in Tanzania with armies of ants and frequent power cuts at the foot of Kilimanjaro
For some strange reason, things just seem to happen to me, and this gives me an endless supply of material to write more books. Writing is something I always loved to do from a very young age, and I’ve always been an avid reader. I put my weak eyesight down to all those nights of reading under the covers by torchlight. The teacher part of me will tell you that to be a good writer, you probably need to be a good reader as well. But, enough talk about work-related stuff.
Because of my travels, I enjoy writing articles about the places I’ve seen, sharing my trip with armchair travelers at home. My fist travel book is The Great Mountain to Mountain Safari, and is about my road trip from Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, to Table Mountain in South Africa and back again, with only my teenage daughter for company.
I believe that life is a series of adventures. Hope yours are all good!
Cindy Vine

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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

The Pleasure Room by DN Simmons

Felicity Summers is an ambitious reporter who's trying to make a name for herself as a serious investigative journalist with the biggest newspaper in the city; the Chicago Word. When she catches wind of a rumor about the city’s mayor that might just be the hottest story of the decade, she jumps at the opportunity to expose the corrupt mayor and derail his chances at winning a second term. All she has to do is infiltrate a private BDSM  club to catch him in the act.  Simple right? Well, maybe it would have been if not for the club's extremely dominant, gorgeous and charming owner, Sir Alistair Montgomery-Piers. He takes notice of her at one of the scenes and sees something in Felicity that he wants to her to explore. Alistair makes her an offer neither she nor her body can refuse. Can Felicity stay focused on her mission long enough to get the proof for her top secret story, or will Alistair completely take over her heart, mind, body and soul?
Reader Advisory. This novel contains the following warnings:

Adult Themes. Strong Sexual Situations. Lots of Foul Language. Hot, Naked Bodies. Sexy Accents. Lusty Toys That Make You Beg For More. And a Whole Lot of Other Naughty Things That Will Send Your Libido Into Overdrive... Are Your Ready To Unleash Your Desires?

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Chapter One

Felicity looked at the front page of the morning newspaper, glaring at a photo of Mayor Dwight Goldberg shaking hands with conservative 2016 presidential hopeful, Illinois Senator Burt Winston. Apparently, the two were in agreement concerning a few tax increases here and there and a few other endeavors. She frowned, tossing the paper aside on her desk.

“Mark my words, Allison, that's bastard's dirtier than a truck-stop bathroom and twice as slimy,” Felicity declared as she twirled her ink pen between her fingers.

“Who?” her best friend and co-worker, Allison, inquired.

“The fucking mayor and all his cohorts.” Felicity handed her the morning paper.

Allison took it, looked at the photo and rolled her eyes. She scanned over the article, getting the jest of it.

“You'll get no argument out of me on that account,” Allison said. “He says one thing and does another. He goes where the money and power is, like most politicians.” She tossed the paper on her desk.

“Ugh, so true, but he's running again and I seriously don't want to see this asshole in office for another four years with no possible end in sight, do you?” Felicity looked at her friend, a wicked gleam in her sterling gray eyes.

Allison scoffed. “You act like you can do something about that.”

“Maybe I can.” Felicity's expression was one of confidence with a hint of mischievousness.

“Oh oh, I know that look.” Allison pointed at her. “That look means you're about to do something either incredibly dangerous or stupid... which when I think about it, is one in the same.”

“You know me, I'm all about uncovering the truth, getting the low-down on so-called saviors of the city.”

“Bullshit. You're ass is down here doing obits like me. We ain't uncovering a damn thing except the coffee maker,” Allison laughed.

“Yeah, but we could. That's the point.” Felicity beamed at her friend with barely restrained excitement.

Allison cocked an eyebrow. “What do you know that I don't?”

Felicity licked her bottom lip in anticipation of spilling the juicy rumor she'd heard just a week ago. The two women rolled their chairs closer together to keep the soon-to-be-revealed secret between them.

Felicity flipped her long brunette ponytail behind her back. “All right,” leaning in close, she continued. “This isn't anything concrete, okay. Meaning, I have to do an investigation to validate this. The source is kind of credible-”

“Girl, will you just get to the damn point, my back is hurting leaning over like this,” Allison fussed.

Felicity frowned. “Okay, damn. A little birdy told me... or rather a gay stripper told me that one 'esteemed' Mayor Dwight Goldberg frequents a secret members-only, fetish, sex club.”

Felicity sat back in her chair, both eyebrow arched as if to say, 'what do you think about that?'.

“And you believed him?”

Felicity shrugged a shoulder. “Well, I'm not one to immediately dismiss information just because it may seem far-fetched. And really, is it that far-fetched?”

“Kind of.”

“Noooo,” Felicity protested. “Just because he's seen going to church, has a wife and three children doesn't make the man a saint.”

“Ain't nobody saying the asshole's a saint. We all know he's not. He's a greedy liar with a power addiction. I'm just saying do you think he'd risk going to some public club, regardless of how 'secret' it's supposed to be to get off on some kink? It's still people seeing him go in and out of the place. Someone might just tell what they know... oh wait... isn't that how you're saying you got your information? I just don't think he's that stupid. Diabolical? Yes. Corrupt? Certainly. Opportunistic? You bet. But stupid? Not a chance. He'd have too much to lose.”

Felicity chewed on her bottom lip as she mulled over her friends logic. “Sometimes I hate telling you any damn thing.”

“Hey...” Allison threw her hands up in surrender. “I'm just giving you my opinion. Besides, what was your goofy ass planning on doing with this information?” She laughed at her friend.

“I'm not saying, because I don't need you trying to talk me out of it.” Felicity rolled her chair back to her desk and turn around towards her computer.

“Oh, no you don't.” Allison rose from her chair and walked over to her friend's desk, sitting on the edge with arms crossed over her plentiful bosom. “Tell me. Go on, I won't judge. Besides, you know you're dying to tell me anyway.”

“Oh, fine, only because I don't have anyone else I'd trust with this information.” Felicity leaned closer towards her friend. “I found out where the club is. My stripper friend has a contact who... has a friend who can get me in on their membership.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Apparently this guy's no friend of our mayor's plan to increase taxes on local business owners, or his increasing bans and added taxes on adult entertainment establishments. Needless to say, he's not opposed to the idea of the guy never seeing a second term,” Felicity said.

“So he's going to sneak you inside the club to spy? How do you know the mayor, if this is even true, will be there?”

“I don't. But if I can go more than one time in that place, or even if I get a heads up when he does go there... I can finally get the breakout story I've been waiting for.” Felicity turned the pen in her fingers over and over as she looked at her friend.

“Has this guy ever even seen the mayor at this club?” Allison asked.

“No. But that just might mean Mayor Goldberg's there when he's not.”

Allison frowned. “I don't know about this shit, Felicity.”

“Allie, I'm not satisfied with just doing obits and the occasional human interest, touchy-feely stories. I want the hard-hitting, gripping, truth-blasting, this-is-how-you-stomp-your-way-to-the-top, story,” Felicity reasoned.

Allison exhaled deeply. “Well, damn. If your information is right and you catch his ass in some kink club doing God-knows-what... that would be just the story to get you noticed as a serious investigative reporter.”


“So, when are you going to do this thing?”

“Tonight. That's why I'm so nervous and excited.”

“Oh great, now I'm all worried about you. I heard these kinds of clubs can be dangerous,” Allison said. “Like what if someone there wants to make you their plaything? Are you prepared for that kind of shit?”

“Your concern is unwarranted. I'm told this is a very upscale club. Not the kind where you just go into some dark, dank backroom with a sticky floor where everyone just starts grabbing your body parts like it's a free-for-all. It's hands off until permission is given. I don't plan on giving any of those guys permission to do a damn thing to me. I'm going to be there strictly for business, not pleasure.” Felicity stated with utmost certainty.

“What's this place called? I need to know the address and name in case I have to burn that motherfucker down if something happens to you.”

Felicity laughed. “You're so silly.”

“Shit, girl... I'm serious. You're my best friend in this whole world and I already don't like the idea of you going into this place. I want to know where it's at should, God forbid, anything happen. It's better to be safe than sorry. Details. Now.” Allison snatched the pen from between Felicity's fingers and a pad from her desk. She stood there, hand poised, ready to jot down the information.

Felicity sighed. She really couldn't argue with the logic once again, even though she felt she'd be safe. At least she hoped she'd be safe. “It's called A Porterhouse Elm. It's on Ravenswood.” She gave her the exact address. “Apparently, it's also an upscale restaurant that serves one hell of a porterhouse steak. It's been mentioned in Zagats as one of Chicago's Top Twenty Steakhouses. You also need an expensive diner's club membership to even eat there.” She rolled her eyes, exasperated by the pompousness of the club/restaurant.

“Uppity-ass restaurant ain't about to see my black ass there. I ain't got money like that. People got bills to pay,” Allison said, laughing.

“Shit, you and me, both,” Felicity chuckled at her friend's lively sense of humor.

Allison frowned. “What kind of name is 'A Porterhouse Elm' anyway?”

“Hell if I know. I'm guessing calling it 'Kink-O-Rama' would defeat the purpose of it being a secret members-only sex club.” Felicity pulled her cell phone from her purse, checking her text messages. “Finally!”

“What?” Allison looked at her, then at her cell phone, then back at her.

“My date for tonight just sent me a text telling me we're good to go.”

“Have you met this guy who's supposed to be taking you into this place?”

“Not face to face, unless you count Skype.”

“Jesus, Felicity. Are you trying to change your middle name to 'Danger' or something?”

“Allie, if I'm going to be a serious investigative reporter, I can't be scared to take chances. You like playing life safe, I get that. But I'm not afraid of adventure and I certainly know that it's going to take a huge set of brass balls to get noticed in this business. I'm doing what I have to do.” She sent a text back telling her new gentleman friend where she'd meet him later on that night. She looked back at her friend and sighed. “Look, you have the name of the place and all that. The guy I'm going with made me promise to keep his name out of my mouth and definitely out of the papers. But since you're so worried for my well-being, I'll tell you his name. Swear to me you won't share this.”

“Seriously? What are we, 12 and back on the school yard? Will this be a pinky swear?”

“24 and yes, I'm serious...and shut up.” Felicity smirked.

“Oh fine.” Allison held up her right hand. “I swear I will not tell anyone... unless I have to,” she added.

Felicity huffed. “Good enough, I suppose. His name is Gregory Manners.”

Allison gasped. “Are you fucking shitting me?”

“Keep your voice down!” Felicity lightly slapped Allison's leg as she nervously looked around to see if anyone was paying them any attention. Only a few employees looked their way briefly before returning to whatever it was they were doing.

“Sorry. I just wasn't expecting that.”

“Well, now you know. So, you also know why he doesn't want the exposure.”

“Not when you own a famous, five-star, family-friendly restaurant downtown and a toy store. I'm sure you wouldn't want your name associated with a place like 'A Porterhouse Elm's' secret stash,” Allison said.

“I'm serious. I promised him that much. I need you to keep it secret, too.”

“Yeah, I get it. I won't say anything to anyone, I promise. But you better keep checking in with me tonight. Send texts and call me before and after you're done. We girls have to look out for one another.”

Felicity smiled. “I promise.”

Allison gave a quick glance at the wall clock. “Oh it's that time of day and people are hungry. Where do you want to go for lunch?”

“Hmmm, I'm thinking Chinese?” Felicity suggested.

“Works for me, I'm not particular right now. Just starving.”

“Let me send Mr. Greene this email and I'll be ready to go.”

“Are you telling him about your story?”

“Oh, God no. I wouldn't want to take the chance of him turning me down or giving my story idea to his star reporter. No doubt that bitch Danielle would be all over it. This little baby is going to stay hush-hush until I have it in the bag.”

“So what are you sending?”

“My final draft for the Animal Shelter story. 'Paws and Hearts, Big and Small'.”

“I sent in my obits section already. At least you have a story to send in, ” Allison walked back to her desk, gathering her purse.

“Okay, done with that. Are you ready?” Felicity asked, turning off her computer's monitor.

“I am. Let's go.”

The two women grabbed their long trench coats, slipping them on. They braved the windy Chicago air long enough to hail a cab to P.F. Chang's.

D.N. Simmons lives in Chicago IL., with a rambunctious German Shepherd that's too big for his own good and mischievous cat that she affectionately calls "Itty-bitty". She is highly acclaimed for her groundbreaking, fast-paced and engaging novels winning “Author of the Month” at Warrior of Words, “New Voice Of Today” at Romance Reviews and “Rising Star” at Love Romance and More.

She has been nominated at Love Romances and More, for “Best Book” of 2012 and “Best Paranormal Book” of 2012.

When she isn't writing, D.N. loves to read, listen to music, watch movies and TV and hang out with friends.
To learn more, and have the opportunity to speak with the author personally, please visit her official website at D.N. is always interesting in meeting new and wonderful people.

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