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Forgotten By Rider Jacobs

Paranormal stories are something I grew up on. I have always longed for one of those huge old houses where things go bump in the night. It seemed only natural that I would include one in a story.

Peter and Rhys had everything they wanted in life, good careers and a happy marriage. What they didn’t have and Rhys wanted more then anything was a large rambling house he could call his own. Tired of living in the city and apartment life they find  a large rundown house in the country which Rhys falls in love with.  After much discussion they buy the house and move in. It isn’t long before Peter starts to hear noises in the night, the sound of someone crying and strange disturbing dreams about a young man named Alexey. Rhys is sure that everything can be explained away until things start happening to him. It isn’t long before Peter discovers Rhys is in danger and they have to find out a way to stop a love sick ghost before he can harm Rhys

Here is anForgotten_FBThumb excerpt for my story Forgotten available and Amazon and where ever e-books are sold.


Are you sure you want to do this?” Rhys asked, walking back into the dining room.

“We need to find out what Alexey wants and how to help him move on.” He snapped a few pictures around the room to test the camera.

“I feel like a freaking idiot,” Rhys muttered as Peter handed him the digital recorder.

“All the ghost shows use digital recorders to see who’s haunting their house. We will be no different,” Peter countered.

“Then you can walk around talking out loud.” He thrust it back into Peter’s hands.

“Fine.” Peter rolled his eyes at Rhys. “I think you have the better speaking voice, but if you won’t do it, I will.”

“I’m pretty damn sure that if the house is haunted, they won’t care that much about your enunciation.”

Peter switched on the recorder. “Hello? Is anyone here?”

“You and me,” Rhys whispered.

“Do you have a name? Can we help you any?”

“I thought you said his name was Alexey,” Rhys muttered under his breath.

“Would you shut up? How can I find out what the ghost needs with your running commentary?” Peter glared at him.

Rhys made a motion of zipping his lips.

“Good.” Peter turned his attention back to what he was doing. He began to walk around the house. “Alexey? Are you here?”

He paused, giving Alexey time to answer. “How can I help you, Alexey? Do you need me to finish some business for you? What is your last name? Who was Demetri? Was he your boyfriend?”

“Do you honestly think you’re going to get a response?”

“You know, Rhys, if you’re going to be so negative, maybe you should just wait in the other room.”

“I’m sorry, Peter.” Rhys hugged him, his chin resting on Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll be more supportive, I promise. Let’s find out who is haunting our house and why.”

Peter leaned back against Rhys, enjoying the support of Rhys’s arms for a moment before stepping away and continuing with the investigation.

“What do you want, Alexey? Why are you haunting our house?” He continued asking questions.

“Is there a room that you like to be in more than the others?” He started up the stairs.

Rhys followed close behind, snapping pictures as he went. “I’m wondering if I’ll get a picture of a ghost smiling at me.”


“Yeah, you’re right. He’ll probably be giving me the finger.”



The Source By Christine Murphy

The Source_Version 4 Flat MedNow available – The Source – from Christine Murphy , the Creator of The Sphinx Warriors and The Midnight Riders. A new romance novel where Nathan and Crystal will defy the rules of a futuristic society to reclaim the freedom to love. The Source. One of the Wild Clan Sagas and part of the KnightFall Collections.


After a powerful influenza strain wiped out the population what remained of the World’s Nations met together to stabilize and repopulate the Earth with BioGen as the controlling government.Births were artificially engineered and the females who carried the genes became known as The Sources. When one particular Source, Crystal, begins to question her purpose in life and wants more outside the norms of society BioGen must find a way to keep her happy and willing to do their bidding. The leaders of BioGen have determined the only way to do this is to hire a Companion to keep her occupied.
The first time Nathan sees Crystal he knows there is more to her than others have led him to believe. Her kindness, her innocence, and her desire to learn the world and everything about him, when others have only used him, draws him to her more than anything else could.
Forbidden love grows between them and they must go on the run as BioGen discovers the liaison that can never be. Nathan must make the ultimate decision to save Crystal before she is forever taken away from him.With no one to help them, BioGen hot on their heels to retrieve a Source, and influential Gens determined to have her as their own, Nathan and Crystal will make a run for The Wilds and the last chance to be free to love one another.

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Right before his lips touched hers, the sound of the evening fifteen minute curfew warning went off. Crystal jumped and Nathan instantly pulled back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry, Crystal, I was so caught up in the moment I lost track of time.”

Grasping at his jacket, Crystal cried, “Nathan we have to get back. This is all my fault. If we get caught after curfew, they’ll take you away and maybe punish you. I should have never talked you into this.”

Tears streamed down her face and she swiped at them in fear for Nathan and for her. BioGen would probably punish her as well, and the things they could do terrified her. She choked, her body shaking, and her pulse rate went through the roof. Nathan seemed to try and calm her brushing the tears away but there just wasn’t any time and she fought to get a grip on her runaway emotions.

“Listen. I can get us back in plenty of time but you need to calm down. Do you trust me?” he asked while he pulled her hood back up over her face and followed up with his own to hide his.

Still gripping his jacket and feeling shaky, she nodded and whispered, “I do trust you, Nathan.”

With an encouraging look he reassured her, “Good. Just hold on tight and I’ll get us back to The Inspire. You just be ready with that magic necklace of yours to get us back into the building so no one will suspect we were ever gone. Ready?”

Crystal took a deep breath and nodded. It was the only acknowledgement Nathan appeared to need and after he grasped her hand in a firmer grip than earlier, he led her back out of the circle of bushes. Once on the path, he sped up into a fast jog and she had to push herself into a full out run to keep up with him. He was fast compared to her and she was panting before they even went a few feet but she was determined to get him back to her condo safely. Together they covered quite a bit of distance even making it to the large crack in the blacktop they had passed earlier. Nathan eased them both around the gap and Crystal began to breathe easier.

Just when she was sure they were going to make it in time, Crystal saw two Nul guards approaching with BioGen uniforms on, evidently making their last rounds. Pulling back against Nathan’s forward progression, she urgently whispered, “Nathan, BioGen guards.”

Immediately, Nathan steered both of them off the blacktop and over to one of the large trees bordering along the path. As soon as they were under the large spread of branches he spun her around and pushed her back against the trunk. The bark was rough but Nathan’s body surrounding and pressing against her was rock hard. He felt good and she felt protected but the Nul’s were getting so close and she could see them watching. She started to shake with nerves because she was sure they were going to get caught.

Nathan shifted slightly blocking her completely from the guard’s view. He leaned against his arm which he had positioned above her forming a protective cocoon around her. He leaned down just enough so he could push her hood back with his free hand and put his lips near her ear. Crystal could feel his warm breath brush against her and the sensation made her shiver for a different reason.

“Crystal, I need you to relax. You’re just a Gen with her purchased Companion enjoying an intimate moment together. The Nuls won’t know any different unless we give them a reason to,” Nathan whispered, his voice vibrating through her body as he pressed his body against hers.

Perhaps it was to distract her, or to convince the Nul’s they were enjoying an intimate moment, or just because he wanted to, but Nathan was suddenly kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear. She closed her eyes gasping at the incredible sensation, her body tingling from the point of contact all the way to her core. She fisted her hands in his jacket trying to keep her legs from buckling from the weakness he was causing. He didn’t stop there, oh no, he continued in his exploration with those wonderful tingling kisses until he reached her collarbone where he gently nipped and then kissed her again. She whimpered and her legs would have buckled if not for his strong arm around her waist supporting her.

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IN FORBIDDEN TERRITORY G-Excerpt #1 contemporary romance

IN FORBIDDEN TERRITORY  Silhouette Desire by Shawna Delacorte reissued by Harlequin in ebook

InForbiddenTerritory G-EXCERPT #1: (opening)

Tyler Farrell’s business partner barged into his office, panic covering his face as he pleaded, ‘‘You’ve got to help me out, Ty. Take her off my hands for the next few days.’’

‘‘Take who off your hands?’’

‘‘It won’t take that much of your time. She’s just a kid.’’

‘‘Who’s just a kid?’’ Tyler’s confusion began to turn to irritation. ‘‘What are you talking about, Mac?’’

McConnor Coleman paused a moment as he took a calming breath. ‘‘All I know is what Mom said when she called the other day. It seems that my kid sister wants to move from Portland to Seattle, get a job and her own apartment. She arrived last night and is staying with me until I can help her get settled. I promised Mom I’d keep my eye on her. You know, maybe take her to a movie one evening and buy her some pizza. Take her on the harbor tour or to the top of the Space Needle. Stuff like that.’’

Mac renewed his determination. ‘‘It’s not like you’ll have to put your busy social life on hold so you can wine and dine her. Like I said, she’s just a kid. You know the kind of long hours I’m going to be putting in until this new design is finished. The pivotal point of our company’s expansion plans is dependent on this design. I don’t want her sitting all alone at my house and I certainly don’t want her going out at night by herself.’’

Ty made a valiant attempt to put some logic to Mac’s obviously frazzled state of mind. ‘‘We’re on Bainbridge Island, not in Seattle. There’s no reason why she can’t go out alone.’’

‘‘A young girl should not be out on the streets alone.’’ Mac’s tone of voice said there was no room for discussion of the matter.

Ty allowed a slight frown to wrinkle across his brow. An image popped into his mind of Angelina Coleman, the annoying little girl he had encountered once at Mac’s parents’ house in Portland, Oregon.

He shook his head and emitted a sigh. ‘‘I really don’t have time—’’

‘‘Am I too early for lunch?’’

Ty whirled around in the direction of the sound. The sultry voice perfectly matched the beautiful blond vision framed in the doorway. A quick surge of desire shoved aside Ty’s initial shock. Could this gorgeous vision be the same person Mac had been referring to as his kid sister?

Mac rushed toward her. ‘‘Angie…is it noon already?’’ He glanced at his watch, a sheepish expression covering his features. ‘‘I guess the morning got away from me.’’

She shot a teasing grin at her brother. ‘‘Why am I not surprised?’’

Recovering from his initial shock, Ty leaped into action. He grabbed Angie’s hand, kissed the back of it and made a courtly bow. ‘‘Angelina Coleman…Tyler Farrell at your service. You probably don’t remember, but we met several years ago.’’ A jolt of charged energy emanated from their clasped hands. A heated surge of desire swept up his arm and through his body. Her unwavering gaze, combined with the vibrancy of her expressive green eyes, sent another ripple coursing through him—a strange combination of lustful desire and caution.

‘‘I most certainly do remember you. It was fourteen years ago, a month or so before you and Mac graduated from the University of Washington. Mac was the one worrying about finals. I was the scrawny ten-year-old with braces on my teeth.’’ A dazzling smile lit her beautiful face and a touch of humor surrounded her words. ‘‘And you were the arrogant jerk.’’

Ty released her hand, clutched at his chest and staggered back a couple of steps as if he had been hit by a mortal blow, his action eliciting a spontaneous laugh from her. It was an enchanting sound, one that left him wanting to hear it again and again. The moment he broke the physical contact with her a strange sense of loss made its way into his consciousness. Her words startled him, but they had been said more in fun than with any show of malice. At least that was the way he chose to take it.


IN FORBIDDEN TERRITORY, a Silhouette Desire by Shawna Delacorte, is a Harlequin reissue in ebook available at (do search for author name Shawna Delacorte).  Also available at Barnes and Noble in NookBooks and Amazon for Kindle   Information is available on my website


Filling in as a guide and companion for his best friend’s kid sister was cramping Tyler Farrell’s bachelor lifestyle. At least, until a drop-dead-gorgeous, very-grown-up Angie melted his bones with one searing kiss. She was supposed to be off-limits…but Tyler liked playing with fire.

Angie wanted to prove she wasn’t a child anymore. And what better way to do so than a no-strings affair with Tyler-the perfect love ‘em and leave ‘em guy? Except that the closer she got to Tyler, the hotter the attraction burned and the harder she fell in love. Somehow she had to convince commitment-phobic Tyler that she was his to claim–permanently!


Text Copyright © 2005 by SKDennison, Inc. Cover Art Copyright © 2005 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved. ® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.

Excerpt from Knights of Stone: New Release by Lisa Carlisle


Highland Gargoyles

Knights of Stone

Gargoyles, tree witches, and wolf shifters have divided the Isle of Stone after a great battle twenty-five years ago. When Kayla, a tree witch, hears about the unconventional rock concerts in the gargoyle’s territory, she sneaks from her coven and into their territory to see for herself. Night after night, she returns to see one in particular shift into human form and play guitar at these unconventional shows.

For several nights, Mason has kept watch for the pixie-like female. He plans to seduce her, thinking she’s a visitor from another island. When he discovers she’s one of the tree witches, he retreats, attempting to keep his distance. The temptation is strong, but forbidden.

Kayla and Mason attempt to meet in secret, but other elements on the isle command their attention. A magical cloak created by the three clans on the island is thinning, leading to repercussions for all the clans. Kayla and Mason are caught in the middle of it, and their actions may change the fate for all.

This novella was originally released as part of the USA Today bestselling Highland Shifters paranormal romance boxed set.


The crowd pushed Kayla closer to the stage as the last trails of fiery sunset faded. They knew what happened once darkness fell. She recovered her footing and focused again on the five life-sized stone gargoyles perched on pedestals on the perimeter of the stage. The space between them was set with instruments—guitars, a drum set, mic stands, and massive amplifiers, while a bonfire in a pit behind them cast the statues in a warm glow.

A stagehand with tartan draped over one shoulder climbed onto the stage and walked to the closest statue. He fastened the kilt over its shoulder and around its waist with a thick belt, covering the statue’s massive thighs. Kayla flushed, picturing why the coverings were necessary once the transformation began. The kilt had become a key detail in her fantasies about the guitarist, since it was the only clothing he wore. The stagehand continued dressing each statue with the same brilliant blue tartan worn by the gargoyle clan.

The last vestige of sunlight disappeared from the sky, and night draped the stage like a closing curtain. The statues loomed, dark silhouettes barely discernible by the crescent moon with the backdrop of the craggy cliffs and the rugged peaks of waves in the Atlantic Ocean behind them. The murmur of voices was replaced by silence. Waiting…

Five torches blazed on the stage all at once, lit by an unseen force. The audience erupted in cheers as the dancing lights from the flickering fire basked the statues. The flames lowered, casting the gargoyles in an eerie, almost reverent glow.

Movement. So slight, Kayla wondered if it was simply a play of light and shadows in her anticipation for the change. She fixed her gaze on the statue in front of her, the one she’d gravitated to each time she had sneaked out to see the show. Its massive gray form stood straight on two legs built for sturdiness. Its chest jutted out proudly. Gray wings with detailed feathers etched in the stone arched from a point below its shoulder blades. Eyes cast straight ahead on a face that appeared to be a mixture of canine and lion. Its right hand twitched, so slightly she would have missed it if she hadn’t stared so intently. Then a clawed foot inched forward.

Murmurs of astonishment burst from the crowd as the transformation began. Their cries of fervor grew louder as the monstrous statues transformed into taller, slimmer figures with the bronzed skin of warriors who battled under the midday sun. The tartan fabric fell over their thighs as they stood erect, covering their nudity.

Kayla barely blinked, mesmerized as always, as the statue before her stood to full height, taking on the form of a human male, but with beautiful raven wings. Hair just as black snaked rebelliously past his chin. The stony eyes flickered with animation, turning to a mossy green. His deep gaze seared the audience, seeming to burn anything in the path. When he found Kayla, he stopped. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his unblinking eyes made her swallow. She froze under the scrutiny as if hypnotized, unable to break eye contact. Her stomach lurched, heart pounded, and every muscle in her body tightened, fueled with blood now scorching through her veins. His penetrating appraisal affected her so. When his eyes took on a smoldering glint, her skin tingled and a red-hot awareness grew between her thighs.

He broke the stare and continued to assess the audience. She gasped, not realizing she had been holding her breath, and panted while she tried to breathe at a normal rate.

He turned on robust legs and strode to a guitar stand. She tore her eyes from him to note the other gargoyles. They, too, had shifted into the form of striking males. One had black hair draped further down his back, one had long blond hair, and two had reddish-brown hair—one wavy and shaggy, the other straight. They took their place at other instruments. She sought the guitarist again and caught the first sound of the pick striking the strings. On hearing the guitar projected through the amp, the crowd roared again, pressing Kayla forward.

The freak show was about to begin.

Spotlights flooded the musicians, powered by solar panels near a massive amplifier. The guitarist continued playing and the others joined in, playing a raucous crossover between hard rock and heavy metal. The one with long blond hair grabbed hold of the microphone and belted out a shattering cry that sounded like a call to battle. The crowd went pin drop silent to listen and then cheered in unison as the band played on. The front man sang piercing growls and low croons about the Knights in Stone, the protectors of the ancient forests, battling against the evil tree witches.

Kayla’s coven.


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Another Excerpt from Summer’s Growth

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What if we had family spirits that guided our lives?

In Summer’s Growth, Amber Harrison is given the opportunity to become the Winston family keeper. She runs the family trust and lives in the family home.

Problem is she has to prove herself by solving a two hundred year old mystery.

The family spirits try to help her find the answers to the disappearance of her great, great, great, great, grandmother. Yet, there are forces which don’t want her to find the answer. Luckily, the ghost of her grandmother is helping and saves Amber’s life on more than one occasion.

Can Amber solve the mystery or will those who don’t want the mystery revealed kick her out of her new job permanently by killing her?

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Mattie raised her chin as if ready to receive the blow. The resistance in her eyes warned of the fireworks to come. “Amber isn’t a stranger. She’s part of the family.”

Heedless of the danger, Cynthia forged ahead. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Having forgotten Josh, Amber jumped at the sound of his voice. “Mom, don’t you remember? Amber told us she’s part of the Winston family tree.”

Locked in combat with Mattie, Cynthia didn’t shift her gaze away from her sister. “I believe there’s more to it. Would you care to tell us the rest of the story, Mattie?”

She shrugged. “I have decided to name Amber as heir to the estate.”

Stunned, questions shot through Amber’s head like bullets. What? Did Winston Manor really belong to Mattie? Then who was Jonathan? And why did he write…

Cynthia jumped to her feet and screamed at the top of her lungs. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? The estate is locked up in a trust fund.”

She threw her napkin on the table and slammed her hand down over it. “You idiot, just because this girl claims to be part of the family is no reason to award her the estate. We’re talking about my family legacy too.”

The sheer fury resonating from Cynthia’s body frightened Amber. Were the two sisters about to rumble?

“You have no right to hand it over to her or anyone else.” Cynthia pointed her finger at Mattie and continued with her tirade. “If you don’t want to be in charge of the trust fund, let Josh handle it. We’re your closest living relatives.”

The color drained from Mattie’s face, but she remained composed. “I’m sorry, but my mind is made up.”

“You’ll regret this. I won’t stand by and let you steal away my inheritance.” Cynthia pivoted on her heels and without a backward glance stomped to the door. “Come on Josh, we’re leaving.”

In shock, Amber waited for the scene to unfold. Josh stood, walked to his aunt, kissed her cheek and followed his mother out of the room.

The front door clicking shut didn’t interrupt the hushed sound of hurt radiating from Mattie.

Impatient for answers, Amber couldn’t remain silent. “This doesn’t make any sense. The letter I received said I’m supposed to inherit the estate from someone named Jonathan. Not you.”

A sad expression marred Mattie’s face and she patted Amber’s hand. “I know. I’m the current owner-slash-keeper of the estate. When I die, you’ll inherit the estate. Until then, you’ll be the new keeper or lead trustee.”

“But I don’t understand. It’ll be years before you die.” Amber swiveled her head around and studied Mattie’s pale complexion. “Unless you’re sick?”

“No, but I’ve had the responsibility of the estate for a long time. I need to learn to do something else.” She shoved away her plate. “This arrangement will offer you the chance to learn what it takes to be the keeper. And it will free me up to figure out what I want to do. A nice exchange if you ask me.”

“But why didn’t you tell me this before?” Amber suspected more to the omission.

“I didn’t think it mattered.” Mattie rose, lifted her plate and walked into the kitchen.

“But Cynthia is your sister.” Amber rushed to gather up her dishes. “Shouldn’t one of them inherit the estate?”


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HAVING THE BEST MAN’S BABY G-Excerpt #1 contemporary romance

HAVING THE BEST MAN’S BABY  Silhouette Desire by Shawna Delacorte reissued by Harlequin in ebook


G-EXCERPT #1: (Jean and Ry remember)


Jean Summerfield froze in her tracks. Her breath caught in her throat. She spotted him as soon as she entered the private banquet room of the hotel. Her gaze remained riveted on the one face among those in the crowd that sent a shockwave of anxiety crashing through her reality. Painful memories from the past immediately shoved to the forefront. Her heart leaped into her throat and her mouth went dry. It couldn’t be…not Ryland Collier…not after all these years. Ry Collier…the boy who had humiliated her and broken her heart fifteen years ago.

‘‘Are you all right, Jean? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’’

Jean turned at the sound of her best friend Susan Brundage’s voice. ‘‘I…uh…yes, I’m fine. I thought I saw someone I knew from a long time ago, but I’m sure I was mistaken.’’

She glanced toward Ry again. Her stomach knotted into an uncomfortable ball. Her throat tightened. She thought she had put the past behind her, but in a fraction of a second all the insecurities suffered by that plain, overweight and shy sixteen-year-old girl came rushing back at her.

Susan grabbed Jean’s arm, pulling her out of her thoughts. ‘‘There’s someone you need to meet. He arrived from Chicago just this afternoon.’’ Susan let out a soft chuckle. ‘‘He’s what every woman’s mother always warned her about…a bad boy with looks, charm and lots of money. A dangerous combination for sure. And guess what…he’s single.’’

The knot in Jean’s stomach tightened as Susan dragged her across the room toward the man she thought she would never see again. She took a calming breath, but it didn’t help. She steeled her nerves against the inevitable, not sure what to expect.

‘‘Ry, I’d like to introduce my maid of honor, Jean Summerfield. Jean, this is Bill’s best man, Ry Collier. The two of you need to get acquainted. You’ll be seeing a lot of each other during the upcoming week between now and the wedding.’’

A sexy smile lit Ry’s handsomely chiseled features and a devilish gleam sparkled in his silver eyes as he made an obvious visual inventory of Jean’s physical assets. He extended his hand toward her. ‘‘Jean, it’s a pleasure to meet you.’’ His smooth masculine voice tickled her senses as he clasped her hand in his, sending an immediate rush of sensual warmth through her body.

She reluctantly worked her hand out of his grasp, breaking the all-too-tempting sizzle of energy created by his touch. He was even more handsome up close than he had been from across the room. A sense of relief settled over her when he showed no outward signs of recognizing her. Perhaps the pain and emotional trauma of the past would remain safely tucked away.


‘‘I know the bride is always supposed to be the center of attention, but you’re certainly the most beautiful woman in the room.’’

The crimson flush of embarrassment quickly spread across Jean’s cheeks as she glanced self-consciously around the room. ‘‘That’s nonsense.’’ A slight quaver surrounded her words, as if she wasn’t sure exactly how to respond to what he had said. ‘‘Susan is a very beautiful woman. That marvelous mane of honey-blond hair and her big blue eyes…she’ll be a stunning bride.’’

‘‘I’m more impressed with the maid of honor.’’

Her embarrassment seemed genuine to him, not a pretense. Was it possible that she didn’t realize just how beautiful she was? That she was not accustomed to compliments? Or even pickup lines? What a welcome change from some of the vain women he had known whose primary concern was how they looked on the outside without a thought to whether they were beautiful on the inside.

As they moved to the music, his mind drifted back fifteen years. He had known a girl in high school whom he liked very much. She was a beautiful soul on the inside and the one person he truly felt comfortable around…someone he could really talk with. He hadn’t meant to, but he had destroyed that friendship as surely as if he had told her he never wanted to see her again. And for fifteen years the guilt and anguish had lived inside him.

Ry shook away the unpleasant memories and returned his attention to his very desirable dance partner.


HAVING THE BEST MAN’S BABY, a Silhouette Desire by Shawna Delacorte, is a Harlequin reissue in ebook, available at (do search for author name Shawna Delacorte).  Also available at Barnes and Noble in NookBooks and Amazon for Kindle   Information is available on my website


Fifteen years had passed since Ry Collier broke her teenage heart. Fifteen years during which the golden boy had amassed a fortune, making a name for the man.   Fifteen years during which she’d blossomed into a woman bearing little resemblance to an awkward schoolgirl, if Ry’s searing, searching appraisal in meeting her again was any indication.   But quickly, best man Ry knew why the maid of honor looked familiar. And despite the past, they shared a bed.

And Jean Summerfield became pregnant. Now she had to tell Ry that one reckless, remarkable night of passion had made a baby. And risk history repeating itself…


Text Copyright © 2003 by SKDennison, Inc. Cover Art Copyright © 2003 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved. ® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.

Then Gina met Sean…


Billiard Buddies Excerpt:

“I hear you play a mean pool game,” Sean started. He couldn’t help but agree that she was cute, her round 1920’s features hugged by blond curls that bounced just above her jaw line when she turned to face him. Her smile accentuated her sparkling eyes.

“I heard the same about you. I think the guys brag too much. I love the game and practice a lot. Where do you play? I’ve never seen you before,” Gina said in a soft, velvet tone. She seemed guarded while she looked him over.

“I frequent another bar across town. Coworkers from the brokerage company I work for often go there.”

She wrinkled up her nose. “Oh, you’re one of those.”

“Why? You don’t like the business?” Sean asked, taking a seat next to her.

“It’s just that the stock market is so, well, unpredictable. I just don’t understand what’s so fun about doing work based on guesses.”

Sean thought of many other questions, but decided to not start waves this early. “Hmm. What do you do when you’re not playing pool?”

“I teach kindergarten at one of the private schools in the area. Otherwise, I keep to myself.” Gina glanced past him. “I think they’re becoming impatient. Ready to play?” She stood and stepped toward the pool tables on the other side of the room.

Sean followed. “You bet. Rack ‘em up.”

“Best out of three?”

“Sure. Lady’s first.”

“Uh, Sean, that may be a mistake,” Pete warned.

Sean panned the room to find shaking heads all around. “It’s cool guys. I’d like to see what she’s got.”

“Your funeral.” Pete backed away from the table.

Sean ignored his pal and nodded for Gina to take her first shot. After she pocketed four balls, Sean suddenly realized the prowess with which she played. Each shot possessed her full attention. Her stance never wavered once her study of the current layout was complete. The cue slid through her fingers as if coated with butter.

She’s good. Too good.

Gina prepared for her second to last shot when Sean locked her gaze. He studied her intently until she broke their connection. Her jaw muscles were tight with tension, and her furrowed eyebrows betrayed intense concentration. She was angry, pissed off even. He checked the table to discover that her next shot would be difficult, but doable if the cue clicked the seven ball at just the right angle.

I have to distract her.

Sean moved, causing Gina to glance up at him once more. He grabbed the opportunity to smile. She grimaced before looking away and shaking her head. Gina readied for the next shot, but then faltered. For all her shots, he’d not seen her do that.

It worked.

She straightened and continued studying the table. Shifting to her right, she turned around and pressed her buttocks against the table.

Wow! No wonder the guys lose every game.

Sean forced his eyes to look away from her alluring figure and repositioned himself so he stood facing her side. Gina placed her cue across her lower back and faltered again. Finally, she took the shot. The cue nipped the seven ball, only nudging it a few inches.

Yeah! Beautiful!

Sean determined not to mess up the only shot she’d probably let him have during the game. However, as he surveyed the table, he realized, to his dismay, that his shot would be more difficult to make than hers. He’d have to hit the cue into one of hers to get to his. He had no intention of pocketing a ball for Gina.

He leaned over the table and exhaled before banking the cue ball into two of his, pocketing one.

I’m still in the game.

Sweat dripped off his chin as he made one shot after another. Then the unexpected happened.

She winked at him.

She’d used the same tactic he used on her and it worked. His heart pumped a bit faster, just enough to distract him for a split second. He stared at the ball teetering near the pocket and sighed. He knew she would pocket his ball in order to make her next shot, but that wouldn’t help him. She wasn’t going to mess up twice.

Gina won the first game bringing on a loud cheer from the others Sean learned she had consistently beaten over the past few months. Sean strolled over to her and gave her hand a congratulatory shake.

“Great game,” he said. That won’t happen again.


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At that moment, Jake Palmer was the only item on her menu. She wanted to intimately know every inch of his body—his feel, his taste, the heat of his passion. A pulsing need emanated from between her legs. She could almost feel the sensation of his cock buried deep inside her, reaching the depths, giving her the incendiary orgasm she wanted.

The orgasm she needed.

“Look.” He pointed out the window. “The dolphins are putting on a show for us.” He took a sip of his wine. “If we’re lucky, we might see some whales passing by on their annual migration.”

They watched for several minutes as the dolphins jumped out of the water, disappeared, then surfaced again to make another jump as if playing a game.

She weighed her words for a moment before speaking, not sure if she should share the thought that popped into her mind. “I read somewhere that dolphins are the only animals, other than we humans, who have sex for pleasure.”

He winked. “That’s because dolphins are very intelligent.”


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After the last Mr. Right turns out to be another Mr. Wrong, Casey Treadwell swears off relationships. Even her best friend’s efforts to set her up on a blind date are shot down. Nope, from now on, it’s hot sex with no strings. But then her friend suggests a trip out of town for a weekend of sexual fantasies come true, and Casey’s primed for adventure. And Fate is with her when she meets Mr. Right for the Weekend—a hot stranger with sparkling blue eyes and a body made for pleasure.

Jake Palmer spotted the woman of his dreams two months ago, yet Casey refuses to go on a blind date. Not easily deterred, he stages an accidental encounter between the stubborn beauty and a “stranger” at a seaside getaway. But Jake’s guilt over misleading her, combined with his fear of losing her when she discovers the truth, has him on edge. He has to tell Casey the truth. And he will. But first he has to get her to fall in love with him.


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Rumors of a sex club…could this be her big break?  Her way into a career as an investigative reporter? Secrets, personal agendas, deceptions–not exactly a good foundation for building a solid relationship.

THIRD FLOOR ENCOUNTER erotic romance by Samantha Gentry.



Mitch Sinclair spotted her the moment she walked into the oceanfront Oasis Bar…a cool blonde type who looked so incredibly hot. There was a classy elegance about her that couldn’t be hidden, something that said she was trying to project an image that didn’t belong. She wasn’t one of the bar regulars. He had never seen her before, much to his regret. But he had every intention of seeing her again.

And preferably in bed.

When Bobby, the daytime bartender, called in sick an hour before the start of his shift, Mitch took it in stride. He enjoyed the occasional turn behind the bar on the ground floor of the three-story building and the opportunity to socialize with the regulars. Even though the employees and the bar regulars knew Mitch as the manager, there was a lot more they didn’t know. Such as the fact he owned the three story building and the businesses it housed, including the mysterious and controversial private club known only as Third Floor.

The desirable blonde sat on the end barstool, then took off her sunglasses. Sparkling blue eyes were surrounded by long dark lashes, a sight that definitely stirred his libido.

Mitch flashed his best smile. “Hello, pretty lady. Welcome to the Oasis Bar. I’ve never seen you here before.” A quick glance told him she wasn’t wearing a wedding or engagement ring.

She responded with a beautiful smile of her own. “That’s because I’ve never been here before.”

“I’ll have to figure out how to guarantee you’ll make this your regular hangout.” He placed a bar napkin in front of her. “What’s your pleasure?” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “And if you say the bartender, we’ll run away together…as soon as the night shift comes on duty. The owner probably wouldn’t take kindly to the bar operating on the honor system between now and then.”

“I’ll have a glass of chardonnay.”

He cocked an eyebrow, winked, and fixed her with a teasing grin. “You’re choosing a glass of wine over the bartender?”

She made an unsuccessful attempt to suppress her own grin. “For the moment.”

He liked the way she fell in with his teasing, participating rather than being offended. Humor was important to him when meeting a woman for the first time, along with intelligence and honesty…just three of several qualities he valued above good looks. He grabbed a bottle from the cooler, poured the wine, and set the glass on the napkin. “Anything else I can get for you while I’m here?”

She took a sip of her wine. “Speaking of the owner…is Leander Washington here? A friend asked me to say hello to him.”

All Mitch’s senses went on full alert. Leander Washington? That was his full name—Leander Mitchell Sinclair Washington. Very few people knew that Mitch Sinclair and Leander Washington were the same person. Certainly not anyone he had day-to-day contact with as manager or in his social or personal life. Leander was his father’s first name. A cold shiver told him how much he despised even the sound of the word. Sinclair was his mother’s maiden name. No one had a legitimate reason to be in the Oasis Bar asking for Leander Washington. No one.

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BLURB:   Dani Foreman is determined to expose the secrets of the mysterious Third Floor club in order to secure her career as an investigative reporter. Problem? So far, many have tried but none gained access to the private club. An encounter with the sexy bartender might just be her way inside the club to discover the truth behind the rumors of orgies among the rich and powerful.

Mitch Sinclair is a man of many secrets, including owning the Third Floor, an exclusive sex club. He doesn’t know who Dani is, but he does know she is not what she claims. His need to protect the secrets of Third Floor runs deep and very personal. But his attraction to Dani is strong and he must decide whether to trust her or compromise the single most important thing in his life.