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June
2015

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Home to You
by Taylor Sullivan
Suspicious Hearts #1
Publication Date: 10 August 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

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At twenty-six, Katie McGregor has hit rock bottom. She’s done reckless things a good girl like her never thought she’d do. Like hiring a private investigator to spy on her sleazy boyfriend, walking out on her job without notice, and driving all night back to the one man who’d never left her thoughts.

Jake Johnson. The boy next door. The one whose glance always made her pulse race, whose touch made her knees weak — and whose words broke her heart.

Three years ago, both reeling from the death of her brother and Jake’s best friend, they’d moved apart and retreated into their careers. Now, Jake has it all, and Katie has… nothing but memories.

Katie is thrilled when Jake welcomes her into his home with open arms and the same sexy smile. But is he the same jock who didn’t do relationships and treated her like a little sister? And with so much between them, how can they overcome the hurts from the past to ignite a love that perhaps has smoldered all along?

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About Taylor Sullivan

Taylor Sullivan

Taylor is a contemporary romance author who specializes in stories about normal people. Ones with hopes, dreams, fears, insecurities, and flaws. She loves to read as much as she loves to write, and is thrilled to share her first novel with you.

When Taylor isn’t writing, she can often be found with her nose in a book, her face behind a camera, or spending time with her husband and three young children.

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17
June
2015

The Incomparables: Heroes of Waterloo (releasing June 18th)

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Interlude with a Baron by Cerise DeLand

Emma wants only an interlude with the man she’s adored for years. But Drayton Worth has spent

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Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with war wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed

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redemption…or utter damnation. Because despite his valiant attempts to resist her, he cannot.

Love After Waterloo by Suzi Love

When Lady Melton and her son join Captain Belling and the last wounded soldiers evacuating

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falling in love with the antagonistic captain will change her life.

Dreaming of Waterloo by Lynne Connolly

Paul “Lucky” Sherstone daren’t even let his wife too close because of his headaches and the

living nightmares he can’t dispel. Hetty hardly knows the man who comes back from war, but

one thing she does know—she still wants him.

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A man who is determined to fulfill his duty at the expense of his own happiness, a woman who

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Hathaway and Grace Kent overcome the guilt that continues to haunt them both and find true

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Captain Roarke Wooldridge is about to find out that sometimes love does heal all wounds.But

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Read more about Tarnished Honor By Sabrina York

Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down

by grief and guilt that he could not save his friend, Graeme Lennox, and is convinced that a

French lance left him less than a man. He has no prospects. Nothing left but his tarnished honor.

But then he meets a vexing boy who makes him question even that.

Fia Lennox’s world turned on its end with her brother’s death. She’s gone in one fell swoop from

lady to servant…to a woman on the run. The world is a dangerous place for a woman

alone—even when she is masquerading as a boy—so when she meets up with a strong, valiant

ex-cavalryman, she decides to become his traveling companion. Whether he likes it or not.

Battling villains, would-be-friends and their own finely-forged battlements, Fia and Daniel rush

toward their destiny, a scorching passion and, hopefully, redemption. Can love conquer all? Even

the ghosts of the past?

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Glorious.

There was no other word for it. Simply glorious.

Daniel tipped his face up to the sky and grinned. The sun was shining and the breeze was

mild. The sky was blue and tufted with fat white clouds. It was a lovely day to travel—it could

have been raining, could have been cold. But since he’d set out from London, on this lengthy

journey to Inverness, each day had been prettier than the last.

His mood had improved too. He was swamped with the conviction that he’d done the right

thing, leaving his haven. As much as he appreciated his position at the club, he’d allowed

himself to sink into it, into the rut of it. He’d allowed himself to wallow in his woes.

There was no wallowing on the road; there simply wasn’t time for it.

It was energizing to be traveling again, invigorating to be out in the world, breathing fresh

air and going somewhere. He enjoyed the solitude, the quiet, the absence of need to make

conversation.

That left him alone with his thoughts, his regrets, his guilt, but such specters had haunted

him for so long, they were like old companions. He wouldn’t know who he was without them.

Aye. This was far more healing than any medicine—the power of his mount between his

thighs, the kiss of warmth on his face, the movement. Surprisingly, his leg hardly pained him at

all, except when he moved suddenly. In fact, it even felt better after several days of riding. He

hadn’t fallen off his horse once.

Hunnam was in good form as well. No doubt he’d enjoyed the fresh air and the chance to

prance once again. An hour’s exercise a day was one thing, but for a Scots Grey, the chance to

run and run wild spoke to his soul.

It spoke to Daniel’s too, so he put his heels to his mount’s sides and gave him his head.

And it was glorious.

He hadn’t realized how closed up he’d allowed himself to become. How isolated. He hadn’t

realized how much he’d allowed his injury—and his guilt—to shrink his horizons.

Well, his horizons weren’t limited now. They spread before him in a verdant green wash that

stretched as far as the eye could see. He passed a loch and paused to admire the sparkling waters,

to watch an osprey swoop down to snatch a hapless fish.

And damn, but it was a fine thing to be back in Scotland. Daniel hadn’t realized just how

much he’d missed hearing the lilt of his own brogue, or tasting a well-made haggis. The Brits

didn’t care for haggis, a fact he’d never quite understood. When created by someone who knew

what they were doing, it was delicious. And Scottish innkeepers, apparently, knew what they

were doing. Or their wives did.

There was no doubt about it, he’d probably gained a stone since crossing the border to his

homeland. He’d never felt so vibrant and alive. And while he had enjoyed the occasional chat

with a fellow countryman, he had never enjoyed his own company more. There was something

about being alone with one’s thoughts that was very peaceful. It allowed a man to explore his

soul at leisure without interruptions. It allowed a man to process all that had happened in his life.

To put everything in the place it belonged. Though he still had several days of travel, at most a

week, he was already lamenting the journey’s end.

After he passed the Kinclaven Crossroads, the landscape changed from fields and farms to

orchards. The looming trees shaded the road in a lacy pattern; the scent of crisp apples filled the

air, tempting Daniel to reach up and pluck one for a taste.

He did not. That would be stealing and he was a man of honor.

He pulled back on Hunnam’s reins when he spotted a white mare standing in the road. She

was difficult to miss. Her lines were exquisite, her saddle and tack were the finest…but she had

no rider. His brow wrinkled as he rode closer. No one would ever abandon such a fine horse. It

was—

“Blast.”

The imprecation came from the leafy tree next to which the mare stood.

Daniel glanced up; the boughs riffled. An apple fell to the ground.

The mare whinnied and walked over to it, lipping up the treat.

Another apple fell and the horse made short work of that one was well.

“Stop eating them all,” the tree said. “Save some for me.”

Daniel cleared his throat. It seemed prudent to make himself known. “Hullo?”

The leaves rustled and a face peered out. Enormous blue-green eyes stared at him.

Something flickered through them. Something that could have been construed as…guilt.

Daniel frowned. “What are you doing up there?” he asked.

The eyes blinked. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” He drummed his fingers on his saddle. “Are you stealing apples?”

The chagrined expression on that elfin face was nearly whimsical. “Is this your orchard?”

“Indeed it is not.”

An entrancing, mischievous smile blossomed and the thief tossed him a fat red apple. “Then

catch.”

He did not. He did not catch. The apple bounced off his pate.

“Oh really,” an amused voice echoed from above. “Let’s try again.”

“Let’s not.”

Too late. Another apple flew in his direction. He missed it again. It fell to the ground and

Hunnam gobbled it up.

“Sir, you are supposed to catch them.”

“I doona care to abet you in your thievery—” Another missile flew. By the grace of God, he

caught this one. “Please stop throwing stolen apples at me.” It was large and red and shiny and

looked delicious. Aside from that, it smelled quite tantalizing. As he felt he had earned it, he

polished it on his lapel and took a bite. Flavor exploded in his mouth and juice dribbled down his

chin. They were excellent apples.

The face disappeared, followed by more rustling. A satchel fell to the loam with a soft thud.

Then a pair of feet appeared. Legs. Slim hips. Slender shoulders and then a mop of tousled black

curls.

A boy dropped to the ground with an oof. He looked up at Daniel, his head tipped saucily to

the side, and then he grinned. It was a rakish grin. “Not stealing,” he said. “Borrowing.”

This he said with such conviction, Daniel had to struggle not to laugh. This was no laughing

matter. Thieves ended up in the gaol. “Ah. Borrowing. Surely you won’t mind explaining that to

him.” Daniel nodded to the distance, where a farmer was running through the trees toward them,

arms flailing.

The boy’s eyes widened. He picked up the satchel and hefted it over his shoulder. Then he

bounded into the saddle and shot a glance back at Daniel. His grin was wicked as he urged his

mount forward…leaving Daniel behind to explain to the farmer why his apples were missing.

And why apple juice dribbled from his chin.

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16
June
2015

Happy Tuesday and boy do I have some cool stuff for you!

Happy Tuesday everyone! Today is a special day in the Paul house. Two people very important to me have birthdays today: my husband and my mother. I’m not going to get sappy and go into detail why they are important to me but I love them very much.

There’s another birthday today too. Blind Love is officially two weeks old today. So I’m celebrating with some giveaways. Read through the newsletter and find them!!

I’m doing a Goodreads Giveaway. Enter for your chance to win an autographed copy of Blind Love. Just click on the image of the book cover to enter.

And while you’re at Goodreads, be sure to check out the Best Books of June 2015 contest. You can vote for up to 5 of your favorite books. Ahem, look who’s sitting pretty in first place, Blind Love!! If you loved the book, please show it with a vote.

Here’s an excerpt from Blind Love. It’s when Sunny, Lauren’s best friend, meets Gabe for the first time. Lauren’s blind so Sunny is her eyes. Oh and did I mention, Sunny writes erotic romance?

The banging and Jack’s barking grew louder. Lauren ran her hands through her hair and made her way down the stairs with Sunny close behind.

At the door, her best friend leaned over her and peeked through the blinds.

“Oh Sweet Baby Jesus, who’s that?” she whispered.

Lauren pushed her away and blocked the entrance with her body. “If I could see, I’d tell you.”

“It’s a man. Open the door,” she ordered and tried to pull Lauren’s hand from the knob.

“No! We don’t know who he is,” she hissed.

“Lauren, it’s Gabe.” The way her name sounded in the baritone voice of his had her stomach doing the funny flipping thing again like it did yesterday in the backyard.

“Yes, Lauren, it’s Gabe,” Sunny imitated. “Now open the fucking door.”

“Hi, Gabe. Everything okay?” she asked, her voice huskier than she’d like.

“I heard screams. I tried calling a couple times and when you didn’t answer, thought I’d come over and check things out.”

“The neighbor with the power tools?” Sunny hissed. “The man is eye candy beautiful.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s not a rapist or serial killer,” Lauren hissed back.

Boney arms wrapped tight around her waist, lifting off the ground and planting her a few feet away from the entrance. Disoriented, Lauren was still figuring out which direction she was facing when the door rattled and opened.

“Hey,” Sunny said in her most seductive tone. After rolling her eyes, Lauren walked toward her friend’s voice.

“Hi,” Gabe cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I was looking for Lauren.”

“I’m right here.”

“Sorry to bother you two. Like I said, I heard screaming…”

“So sorry; we were having a disagreement,” she answered before Sunny got a chance to give her interpretation of events.

“I’m Sunny.” Her voice sounded deep and breathy. Lauren cringed and resisted the urge to hit her.

“Hi, Sunny, I’m Gabe.”

“Nice to meet you, neighbor with the power tools.”

“Anyway, we’re fine. Thanks for checking.” Lauren reached over to shut the door but Sunny wouldn’t let it go.

“How sweet. Did you hear, Cat? He came here to see if you needed to be saved.” Since when did she start speaking with a Southern accent?

“I don’t need to be saved,” she muttered.

“That’s all relative now isn’t it, sweetheart? Why don’t you come in, Gabe? I just made some fresh coffee.”

“I’d love some. But if you don’t mind, let me go put some clothes on and I’ll be right back.”

A few seconds after he disappeared, Sunny blew out a breath and closed the door. “Honey, I do mind if you put on more clothes.”

“What’s wrong with you? You can’t let strangers into my home,” Lauren growled.

“Rule number one: When a man who looks like him walks up in nothing but hard muscles and a thin pair of boxers, you invite him in. Rule number two: Keep rocking those low-cut tank tops and short biker shorts, ’cause he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

“Oh God,” Lauren pulled up the neck of her tank and rushed upstairs.

“Overweight and missing his front teeth,” Sunny muttered as she followed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt from the drawer, Lauren pulled them on over her sleepwear. “Not important. He was pushy and like I said, he’s been watching me.”

“No. Not true. He’s not watching you, he’s lusting after you. Here, let me paint him for you.”

Sunny had a knack for description. She’d taken on the responsibility of being Lauren’s eyes when she lost her vision and made it a point to reference people and movies they both remembered.

“About six feet two, a mouth full of perfect white teeth, and ripped.” A lovely image of Gabe took shape. “If I didn’t have Scott, I’d have run my fingers down those hills and valleys right to the elastic band of his sweet black shorts and…”

“No sex fantasies, please, only facts.”

“Okay, fine. A mix of Matt Damon’s face from Goodwill Hunting, but better looking, and Tom Cruise’s body from Mission Impossible Two when he hung from the cliff, remember?”

Lauren bit her lip and nodded.

“But bulkier and much, much taller. He has this tribal tattoo around his right bicep. It’s a bunch of shapes, but looks hot. Dark hair buzzed short, strong jaw line, deep blue eyes, full lips I’m sure are capable of making some lucky woman, more specifically you, scream…”

She shook her head and pushed her sex-addicted friend aside while she made her way downstairs.

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June
2015

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