FBI Special Agent Noah Danes' investigation
into The Beltway Romeo brings him to Philadelphia and leads to a
chance encounter with an old friend. Forensic facial
reconstructionist Sadie Potter hasn't seen Noah since the sentencing
of her mother's murderer four years earlier. Seeing one another in a
new light, they both dare to hope for more.
But before
they can explore their newfound feelings, Sadie's attacked by The
Beltway Romeo.
Fueled with rage and fear, Noah swears to
protect her at all costs. But his fellow profilers turn their focus
on Noah, threatening to reveal his deepest secrets to the world.
Scarred, depressed, and afraid of losing herself along with her art,
Sadie lashes out at the people she loves most...until Romeo makes it
clear he hasn't forgotten the victim who got away.
“Fade into
the Night” will grab readers at the first page and not let up until
the conclusion! ~InD'tale Magazine
This is a
completely unputdownable hold-onto-your-hat book that will take
readers on a wild and crazy ride! ~InD'tale Magazine
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When I was little, I thought everyone had stories in their head. When I found out only special people had stories to tell, I wanted to be one of the magical ones who shared their stories with the world. I wrote my first book in kindergarten with the help of my teacher, Mrs. Daniels. My mom – my biggest fan and most ardent supporter – has that little crayon-drawn book tucked into the pages of her family bible. It took almost thirty years to get from there to published but here I am, making my own dreams come true, one happily ever after at a time.
Growing
up, I was mesmerized by a man soaring the skies.
The
greatest silk aerialist in the world, Chandler Moreau.
The
day before my parents died, they took me to see his circus, and it
was then I knew my fate was sealed.
I
would do everything in my power to perform with them one day.
To
perform with him.
Little
did I realize, he would be far more than I’d ever imagined him
being.
Far
more than just a mentor.
He
was a man I didn’t want to live without.
And
someone I wanted to keep safe from a past that seemed to keep
following me.
Chandler
My
entire career, I’d been waiting for the right student to take under
my wing.
A
protégé with whom I could share my lifelong journey in the circus.
Little
did I know it would be Cassandra Blackstone.
A
woman who'd grown up admiring me from afar.
I
never intended to fall in love with the student I was supposed to
protect—from myself and the demons that lurked in my shadows.
But
sometimes fate has other plans.
My
grandfather's taunting words still linger.
Mieux
vaut plier que rompre.
Adapt
and survive.
They
weren’t just his adage but also unmistakably true.
A
reminder that Cassandra and my shared history seemed to intertwine us
more than the silks we’d spent our lives mastering ever could…
More
to Love: In
addition to the paperback, Obedience is also available in a full-cast
narrated audiobook, starring Daniel Zbel and Rapunzaroo, along with a
cast of additional voiceover actresses. Brought to life in the way
the story is meant to be told, and it will be the best audiobook you
listen to this year—possibly for a very long time. You’ll love
listening to the two voices of these iconic characters. And don’t
forget to read along with them and enjoy a fantastic, immersive
experience. You’ll need the paperback copy to fan yourself off from
some of the narration!
Listen to the audio excerpt as you read along for a better experience!
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I hadn’t needed to prompt her. She began, pulling herself upward, drawing those silks around her small frame as she went. Climbing high into the air as the two women began their duet. The French lyrics pulled me in every time. It was perhaps one of the reasons that while I simply tolerated most opera songs I’d heard, I adored this song.
Every time I heard it, every time I got lost in those little nuances of the language, it brought me back to summertime in Melun, France. Playing on the hills overlooking the city, lost in the grasses filled with wildflowers. Climbing into Meme’s apple trees. Perhaps the time in my life when it had felt so simple. All there were, were the memories of when I’d been happy.
And if there was any place I wanted to be, as I watched Cassandra ascending above me, knowing in seconds I would be right beside her, it was in those memories again. Bringing her with me.
The first stanza finished, and my mind immediately centered. My hands had already been wrapped in the silks without having to think about it. She paused, and I saw her attention drift downward. We fell captive to one another, and it was all I needed to see. I knew it was my turn to go to her. She was waiting for me.
In the same fashion she had moments earlier, I began my way up the silks beside hers, which had been a deep royal purple color. The entire time I made my way high into the room, I immersed myself in the French lyrics, the strings complimenting every rise and fall of the two women’s voices. Some moments, I’d lose myself in what I was doing, taking careful note of all the little adjustments my body was making. Other times, my attention drifted upward. Until finally, I was just beneath Cassandra.
When I paused again, I took a few deep breaths, steadying myself. Focused entirely on the beautiful woman above me, who was just as attentive to me. I nodded to her, signaling I was ready, prepared to follow her in whatever she had thought to do next.
At the precise moment when I had met her, she had already begun moving herself into a sailor pose above me, legs splitting, and much to my satisfaction, every single part of her in perfect position. All the small details I’d shown her the first lesson we’d had together were as pristine as when I’d helped her myself.
I would have taken more time to truly enjoy how proud of her I felt if she hadn’t twisted downward, dropping her torso straight toward me in a graceful fall. Before she’d completed it, I knew what she’d done. A Rainbow Marchenko. A famous move of Jeanne’s for many years. But watching her as she settled into it, I would have thought it was hers alone.
Cassandra’s hands dropped, releasing the silks. Dangling inches away. The only thing holding her in the air was the precise folds of those green fabrics wrapped around her legs.
Looking into her eyes as she hung there, waiting for me to act, all I could do was smile. She’d been focused, lost in her own world, but she’d come back to me. We were together again in the very place I had wanted to be with her ever since I’d seen her flying through the silks at her audition. I had dreamt about it every time since, every lesson we had, every time I’d watched her from the shadows of the theater while she practiced.
I had taken her to those fields in Melun with me, high in the trees. Trapped us both in those treasured memories, made all the better knowing she was there.
“I’ve got you, Cassandra,” I called out to her, gently. Steadying myself, my body locked in place. Breathing slow and rhythmic and calm. I watched her take the same breath as I had, waiting for the little drop in the lyrics before the next few lines began.
The moment their voices bellowed into the theater again, she let herself drop in a salto. In a gentle sweep of my body, I caught her gracefully into my arms. Twisted us together, letting the silks take hold of the two of us as we swung across the room, dozens of feet above the stage below us. Falling like two feathers locked together, dancing into the wind.
When the fabrics released us, I swung us outward. Our bodies drifted apart again as she spun around me, both of us still descending toward the floor. As beautiful as she looked, circling outward away from me, the moment she had, I wanted her back. I used my legs to give myself enough momentum to swing forward, latching on again once she’d appeared.
Cassandra had been so close I’d felt her breath against my face while we dangled above the stage. I got lost in the way it felt to be tangled up with her, a mess of bodies and fabric. Consumed by it. Convinced I might never let go of her again.
As we’d traversed the rest of the way back to the stage, I didn’t. The two of us descended together as a singular unit, just her and I and the fabrics. Improvising the graceful fall we were doing, finding little tricks and motions to carry out, all the while never leaving her side.
We’d both reached the floor, perfectly in sync with one another. I heard a gentle thump as we landed. Followed by the sound of both of our light, audible breaths. Steadying ourselves back on the ground.
Even having left the air, the silks still wrapped around us. Neither of us had freed ourselves. Cassandra was still in my arms, something I realized, when I hadn’t been so caught up in what we were doing all those feet above us, was happening for the very first time.
The sweet smell of oranges overwhelmed me. Her beautiful hazel eyes, those captivating flecks of grays and greens and browns, drowned out the world around us. I watched her breathing softly, holding her to me and those silks holding me to her.
And in those next few moments, every single solitary thing keeping me from her since the day we had met no longer existed in the little reality we were trapped in. Every fear I had, every reservation, disappeared. I tightened her to me, my hands capturing the sides of her face in a gentle sweep, as elegant as every other thing we’d done those last few minutes.
Our mouths fell together, and I lost myself in her. Trapped in those profound and so unbelievably relieving seconds in which the things that had stood in our way no longer mattered.
I hadn’t thought anything could have surpassed the experience the two of us just shared. Undeniably, it had been the best minutes I had ever spent in those silks in my entire career. As simple as it had been. And we had barely started. This was only the beginning.
But this moment now was just as wonderful. As perfect as I could have hoped.
A
bestselling independent author from Florida, Liza has been putting
romance books into her readers hands for over a half decade, and has
loved every minute of it.
Liza
lives with her husband, her two dogs and her cat, ten minutes from
the beach. When she isn't writing, you can often find her walking and
enjoying outside, with a coffee and a book in hand.
Weddings make me uncomfortable. They just remind me of my own caged
nightmare.
I was a fan of weddings, until I was
forced into one with one of the most despicable human beings I’ve ever met.
My wife is a vulture in disguise. She hovers over her prey waiting for
the right moment to suck the last bit of life out of their soul. The worst
part? She seems to enjoy it.
But I swear fate loves to f*** with me. The minute I leave for a moment
of peace, I am summoned back to my father’s bedside.
And that’s when I learned my arranged
marriage wasn’t even the worst part. Yes, my dad made the deal with the
devil…who also happens to be my father-in-law.
But you know who’s more dangerous than the devil? His daughter…and I’m
about to find out how evil she truly is.
Athena
Butler, the twenty-year-old descendant of an ancient bloodline of
psychics, yearns to live a normal life. She wants a career in art, a
boyfriend, independence. Her clairvoyance has taught her, however,
that people can be false and dangerous. Although warned to keep her
psychic gifts a secret, she’s recruited by law enforcement to help
search for a serial killer and to uncover a terrorist cell that
threatens her own diplomat father.
She
bonds with an intriguing, handsome man, Kas Skoros, who knows her
secret and accepts it. Of the same bloodline, his own mother is
precognitive and predicts they are meant to be together…someday.
Kas realizes that life is too uncertain, but he can’t resist his
growing passion for the strange young woman.
Still,
they face obstacles beyond their control. Can Athena and Kas overcome
these obstacles? More importantly, can Athena stay alive long enough
to fulfill her dream of a normal life?
Kas
Skoros, his marriage to Alex’s former fiancée now annulled and no
longer intimidated by Athena’s psychic gifts, begs her to move to
San Francisco and manage an art gallery that his family’s company
owns. However, burned once, Athena holds him at arm’s
length.
Athena
is enticed to consult in another serial killer case. As time passes
and secrets are leaked, others—including the killer’s
brother—find out that Athena is the one who’s helping the police.
Meanwhile, a strange young woman on a motorcycle appears to be
stalking her. Warning bells go off as Athena realizes the woman is
not who she seems to be.
After
Detective Ochoa’s cousin, Detective Inspector Villalobos, persuades
Athena to help him with this baffling case, she realizes a truth that
horrifies her and threatens both her and Kas. While at a crowded
Christmas festival in the Sierra foothill town of Grass Valley, they
encounter a man who attempts to kidnap Kas’s nephew. It was
Athena’s lapse of attention which nearly causes this tragedy and
threatens to destroy her relationship with Kas. Only their seeking of
justice can right this wrong, and they risk their lives to do so.
Donna
Del Oro's dream since childhood (when she used to create her own
comic books and share them with her friends) has been to write
fiction. Escaping the humdrum of ordinary life always seemed to her
an ideal form of self-entertainment. Better than TV and even better
than some books! As soon as she retired from high school teaching
(which was a suspenseful adventure in itself), Donna turned to
fiction writing. Becoming a member of the RWA and Sisters in Crime
has helped her to learn the craft and focus on what she needed to do
to get published.
Besides
writing Chica Lit, she writes romantic suspense and thrillers. THE
DELPHI BLOODLINE is a hybrid thriller about the present-day
descendants of an ancient bloodline of women with extraordinary
psychic powers and how they must fight against enslavement by a
ruthless high-tech tycoon.
USA TODAY bestselling author RC Boldt melds sizzling romance with this unique tale of intrigue and deceit that will keep readers guessing until the very end…
And I’ve found myself directly in his crosshairs. He plans to use me to eliminate his number one competitor.
I become embedded in his life where he watches my every move. Then, I find myself doing the unthinkable: I fall for the glimpses of the man beneath the dark, menacing exterior.
I want him. The criminal. The murderer. The lover. The protector. The man who never asked for my heart.
The further I fall, the more ensnared I become in his tangled web of lies, masking the truth beneath.
Because when it comes to the art of deception, nothing is as it seems.
RC Boldt enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you're in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can't recall the lyrics to a particular 80's song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she's your girl.
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