Secrets on the River by PK Corey

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Some secrets are bigger than others

Everyone has secrets, but most don’t have major implications. When Jenny tries to keep her weekend activities from Cal, the repercussions of him finding out land only on her. But some secrets are bigger and more far reaching. You would think that as long as Cassie, Sue and Annie have known each other, surely they could have no real secrets from one another. But you’d be surprised. The full truth behind one secret may never be known, another could change the face of The Landing forever.

From steamy sex to both playful and painful spankings, the people on the river continue to live and love and marvel at all that are learning.

Check out all of PK’s books here

 

Author’s note – All my books take a loving look into domestic discipline marriages. You’ll find enough spanking to satisfy most anyone! But you’ll also find strong men and feisty women with fiercely loyal friendships and a love story that many would envy. Readers say my books make them laugh and cry and feel like they are visiting with an old friend. I hope you’ll have that experience.

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Christmas in July! And new releases!!

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Come on in and cool off – Country Doctor is live July 6 and I’m teaming up with Nancy Lee Badger to celebrate with you on a Christmas in July celebration, so both new books will be discounted for you during that celebration. The Duke’s Diamond will drop July 9, so you’re in for a treat for July reading.

            

We know it’s hot out there, so stay inside, put your feet up and cool off a little. Check out some more Christmas fun!

     

      

        

 

 

Cover Reveal – Country Doctor

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Country Doctor will drop July 6 and is now available for pre-order!

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Check out the beautiful cover that Leslie Ray created for this paranormal romance.

When Jeremy Towers is assigned to Morristown, NC as the town doctor to pay off his student loans, he’s not happy. He’s from Chicago and has never lived in a small town nor wanted to. It’s going to take some getting used to. He’s also not prepared for the pull of the young woman who works at the diner, or the information that she used to work at the clinic with the previous doctor.

Kelly Taylor has secrets, though a lot of them aren’t very well kept in such a small town. However, the new town doctor—a man who draws her to him—doesn’t know them, yet. How long can she keep it that way?

AND, while you’re waiting for Country Doctor, pick up a copy of Hazardous to the Touch, another paranormal romance. It’s on sale for $.99, June 15-30.

Hope your summer is going great!!

 

Celebrating Beach House and giveaway!

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Actually I’m just celebrating today – It’s my birthday and the release day for Beach House. To continue in my Dad’s tradition of giving things away on his birthday, I’m giving away a $20 gift card to Amazon as well as three copies of Beach House.

                           

 

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When Allison flees to her beloved beach house to heal and get her life together, the last thing she expects to find is a tenant her abusive husband installed without her knowledge. How does she handle this?

Alex returns from shopping to find the beach house he’s rented invaded by . . . the owner? He’s here to get his act together and hopefully meet the deadline his editor has set. Now this? How should he handle it?

Beach House is a contemporary, enemies to lovers story for your vacation enjoyment – summer is right around the corner and if we’re careful I hope that looks a little more normal this year.

Excerpt

Alex Jordan pulled into the driveway and immediately spotted the car parked in the first garage slot. He certainly wasn’t expecting anyone, and he’d only been gone a short time. A burglar probably wouldn’t be so blatant, so he hefted the canvas bags of groceries into his arms and headed inside.

Annoyed, he let his eyes scan the large area.

Nothing looked to have been disturbed. Could someone have parked there for access to the beach? That was illegal as well, but as long as they didn’t bother the house, he wasn’t going looking for them.

He stowed the fresh shrimp and salad fixings in the refrigerator. The rest of the stuff could wait. He needed to take a good look around, just in case.

At six foot two and in good physical shape, he wasn’t easily intimidated. In the mood he perpetually found himself these days, anger wouldn’t be far away. If some teens had thought to use the place for a liaison he could handle that. The main door automatically locked and had been locked when he arrived back from his errands. The decks weren’t accessible except through the house unless you climbed the stairs from the private beach. Few people tried that.

He walked to the glass wall overlooking the ocean and a movement on the far side of the deck, under the pergola caught his attention.

A woman reclined in one of the chairs. What the hell? She looked to be alone. He shoved the unlocked sliding door open and stepped out onto the deck. She didn’t move. Was she asleep? That was brazen.

It didn’t matter. She couldn’t stay here. If he’d been home she wouldn’t have gotten access to the deck. And how did she get access? Had she really climbed those stairs?

He approached and loomed over her. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?”

The woman startled awake and raised her hand to shade her eyes. “Excuse me, who the hell are you?”

Don’t forget to enter the giveaway – here

Enjoy! and for more Beach Reading check out Cancun Memories or Learning Trust

   

 

Meet B. L. Harris – On The Brink

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On the BrinkAn outlaw on a Harley saves a hotter-than-hell blonde during a health crisis. Now he must save her from a stalker bent on revenge.
Dog, a sexy outlaw on a Harley, bare-knuckle brawls to earn money for his club and to unleash his emotions over the brutal death of his mother at his father’s hands. Convinced his father’s monster lives within him, he’ll do whatever it takes to remain detached from the women he takes to his bed.
Charley, a stressed-out tax CPA with a love for sexy lingerie, longs for more than numbers in her life, yet works day and night to fulfill a deathbed promise to her father. She’ll keep his accounting firm open, even if it kills her. And it very well might.
Their lives collide just outside Asheville when Charley collapses in Dog’s arms. A life-threatening illness puts Charley’s career on hold and raises Dog’s latent protective instincts, allowing their relationship to blossom. But Dog’s next opponent, who viciously raped a woman now under Dog’s protection, takes Charley hostage. Dog races to the rescue, desperate to save a love he’s only just embraced.

* You are going to be new to many of my readers. Tell us about yourself. I’m a native of North Carolina and live here now, but I left for about nine years to work for the Department of Defense as an Intelligence Analyst in Maryland. I met my husband who was retiring from the Air Force and convinced him NC was a great place to raise a family, and we’ve been here over 25 years. We have one son who just graduated college (during Covid so no ceremony for him). I’m not much of a hobby person, but I love to read and had an active social life pre-Covid. I hope to get that back soon.

* Tell us about the book that’s just come out. ON THE BRINK is a motorcycle club romance. For those unfamiliar, it means that one of the main characters is in a motorcycle club which is a world all it’s own. It has it’s own rules and traditions which make it fascinating to me. I fell in love with the genre before watching Sons of Anarchy which spawned it. Now everyone I know sends me pictures of bikers when they see them on the road. I’ve even talked with a few myself just to get a feel for the life. ON THE BRINK is an opposites attract trope. The female lead is an tax accountant with a secret love of motorcycles. When her health crisis brings them together, the attraction is almost instant.

* What started you on your love of writing? I used to do so much home improvement. I guess that was my hobby once upon a time. I taught myself how to tile, finish furniture, faux paint, carpentry, you name it. I was an HGTV and DIY Network graduate. Then one day I was in between projects and bored. Two characters popped into my mind and wouldn’t let me go. I mean really hung on for dear life. So instead of going back to my projects, I decided to try to write. My first draft was abysmal. But I read craft books and practiced, and finally after years in my personal cave, joined a writing group and got real feedback. Invaluable feedback that helped me grow as a writer. That story is still in digital form on my computer but may see the light of day soon.

* Do you write in more than one genre – tell us a little about each one and the books you’re working on in each? As mentioned, I’ve written a motorcycle club romance that is part of a five book series and a novella in the Hearts of Carolina Anthology. But my first manuscript was a young adult fantasy with romantic overtones. It’s the one in digital form on my computer. I still love the story and haven’t given up on it. But I can’t work on both genres at the same time. They’re too different, so I have to choose.

* Have you attended any writing conference or classes? Tell us about some that and some that have been especially helpful. My first conference experiences were with the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators-Carolinas, and I went to their conferences in Charlotte for four years. When I changed to romance, I joined Romance Writers of America (RWA) and Heart of Carolina Romance Writers (HCRW). I’ve been to two RWA national conferences and three HRCW regional conferences. I’ve taken so many classes offered by RWA chapters that I’ve lost count and had some really great teachers. One who still stands out for me is Laurie Sanders. She teaches many classes for RWA chapters on different topics and they’re all outstanding.

* Are you a member of any writing groups? I had a critique group which met bi-weekly and I attended a weekly writing class when I was working on the young adult fantasy. With HCRW, I have Writer 2 Writer, a critique and support group that meets once a month and without which this debut novel would just be a digital file on my computer.

* How attached do you get to your characters? Do you know what happens after the book ends? I get very attached to my characters. My YA characters are like my children. The motorcycle club character in my debut was my book boyfriend the entire time I was writing. I finally had to give him up because I felt guilty about him two-timing the female main character 😊.

The YA is part of a trilogy with the same two main characters, so I definitely know what happens to them. The romance has a happily ever after. The main characters will get married in the near future and have babies. At least two.

* Describe your ‘perfect’ writing day. I like to have about four hours to concentrate. I’m not one of those lucky people who can write a book in fifteen minute spurts. It takes me time to get back into the story and start writing. So a perfect writing day is one where I have minimal interruptions, which has become more rare since my husband retired.

* Could you tell us the one question you wish people would ask about your writing… and don’t forget the answer. I don’t know that I have a specific question I wish people would ask. I kept my writing quiet from many of my friends until my debut came out, so I’m getting lots of questions from them about how the book came to be. One of my friends asked when I started ON THE BRINK. I said 2018. She said “You can really keep a secret!” Well, I was an Intelligence Analyst after all 😉.

Since B. L. Harris was a small child, she’s told herself stories at night to slow her brain and allow sleep to come. So, when, later in adulthood, she started hearing voices in her head, she was aware that some would direct her to a psychiatrist, but she knew it was merely a character who wanted to be expressed. Putting fingers to keyboard, she wrote her first novel. She’s been writing ever since.

B. L. Harris lives in her beloved North Carolina with a husband, son, and two cats who hate each other. Feeding time is very special, with swats and hissing to accompany the kibbles.

Check out Hearts of Carolina as well – Her story in the anthology is Mirror Image

Latest from C.L. Hadyn – Dracon Rouge

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When her sailboat is chased by Chinese pirates into the Japanese equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle, American volcanologist, Gem Ishiwara, puts up a good fight. Good but hopeless, until she is rescued by what her eyes tell her are red dragons, and her brain tells her is an impossibility. Her brain wins with an expedient Ctrl/Alt/Delete. She wakes to discover aliens really are on earth, they’ve been here for far longer than anyone ever imagined, and they are very, very interested in her.

Excerpt –

“Uh, Dr. Ishiwara, we’re being followed.”

Gem Ishiwara, volcanologist employed by the United States Geological Survey Office, and on loan to the Japanese to study the increased volcanic activity off the coast of Japan, closed the report she’d been reading, and gave her assistant, Ken Komatsu, her full attention.

“Followed? We’re in the middle of the ocean. How can you tell we’re being followed?”

“Because this is a 30-foot, single-mast sail boat with only a 4-cylinder diesel inboard motor, and theirs is a large cabin cruiser of some sort. Every time I tack to the wind, they change course as well. They don’t need to use the wind to move forward. Could you grab the binoculars and see who’s out there?”

Gem broke out the glasses, and it didn’t take her long to find their guests…make that pursuers. Her ‘uh-oh’ had Ken demanding, “What?”

“Ken, get on the radio and notify the Lucky 7.” Lucky 7 was her name for the Japanese research vessel, the Kaiyo 7. She’d dubbed it ‘Lucky’ because she hoped it would be. Kaiyos 1 through 5 met watery ends, with only the last one, Number 6, remaining intact long enough to be retired in 1964.

“We’re being tailed by either Chinese or Japanese pirates. Their boat is moving too fast for me to get a name or country of origin. And while you’re at it, break out the Uzi.”

Gem took over the helm so Ken could go below to radio for help. What had started out as a routine visit to their land base in Yokohama, Japan, had suddenly turned into a life or death situation. Her previous enjoyment of the sound of the boat’s keel slicing through the Pacific Ocean took a nose dive. She’d just this morning thought it cool that the Kaiyo 7’s tender was sail and not motor. As a scientist studying the planet, she was all in favor of not polluting the ocean with more oil slicks, but now, at this particular moment, she’d give anything to be captaining a drug-runner’s super-fast cigarette boat with hugely powerful motors. After all, what was a little gasoline pollution compared to the cost of being raped, killed, or sold as a sex slave?

Gem looked about the deck of the pristine sailboat, and mentally calculated the profit the pirates would make if, in some world bazaar of pirates, they sold all of the oceanographic equipment and related electronics they’d picked up in Yokohama. Taking the sailboat would be worth the effort. Her cataloging was interrupted by Greg.

“Do you know how to use one of these, Doctor?” Ken held out the automatic weapon.

Gem looked over her shoulder and discovered the pirate speedboat was gaining on them. “No, but what’s to know? You just aim and pull the trigger, right?”

Ken couldn’t quite keep his manly displeasure at her lack of firearm training from his face. “Right, I’ll handle the weapon. You just keep making zig-zags. Maybe we can keep them away from us long enough for the Japanese Navy to send a ship or a helo to rescue us.”

“I hate to burst your bubble, Ken, but they’re really gaining on us.”

 

C. L. Hadyn aka Cyn Hadyn, a career historian with Hungarian/Viking nomadic roots, loads up the gypsy wagon for the last time (hopefully) and heads to Greensboro, North Carolina, to follow her delusion of becoming a New York Times best-selling author. Yeah, sounds silly but it’s true. I’m a transplanted Yankee living way south of the Mason-Dixon Line despite its lack of decent Italian food. Uh, concerning the Italian food, I’d still sacrifice a small digit for authentic Italian cuisine a la Philly, Trenton, or New York.

Before settling down to write full time in the land of ‘bless your heart, and y’all’, I was a Special Operations (US Army and US Marines) military historian/archivist. Now I collect a retirement check and write paranormal, and historical romance. I guess my service with Army and Marine Special Operations left an indelible impression on my writing, because my characters, both male and female, are distinctly Spec Ops in their outlook.  They leave no man behind, color outside the lines, and are very, very lethal. I’ve also pushed the envelope a little by including Erotica and BDSM and M/M romance. Which brings me to my latest books: Golden Hours Book 1: Fall Back; Off Track; The Danegeld, and Guarded Hearts, published by Decadent Publishing under the pseudonym C. L. Hadyn.

If you have a taste for the paranormal, historical romance, or something more outre’, I would love to hear from you via Facebook.com/Cyn Hadyn or C. L. Hadyn.

 Other books by CL Haydn

     

Beach House – Coming April 5

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Coming April 5 – Beach House – a contemporary romance just in time for a beach read.

 

When Alli arrived at her beloved Beach House to recover and get her life back on track the last thing she expects to find is a border living there. Throwing him out is her first priority. The last thing she needs in a man anywhere near her.

Alex rented the beach house for the whole summer, depleting his bank account in order to get his head on straight and his writing back on track. Finding a woman on the deck when he returns from shopping is not only unwelcome, turns out she’s also the damn owner!

Two damaged people need to find a way to coexist and heal, helping each other in ways neither saw coming.

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Excerpt –

Allison rolled her suitcase across the gleaming hardwoods to the sand colored tile in the large gourmet kitchen.

She smiled at the sight of her favorite bedroom suite to the far right of the great room, on the north side of the house and closer to the kitchen. She was able to get her things inside using the luggage as well as the cane to assist her.

The master suite had never appealed to her, stairs not withstanding. This smaller room was the one she had furnished despite Richardson’s snooty decorator, Sofia.

A soothing sage green in color, this room, like the great room, had a lovely view of the ocean and a private deck with excellent shade. The queen size bed left plenty of room for a sitting area and the private bath had a walk-in shower. No tubs for her in the near future, except for possibly the hot tub on the main deck.

Her chair stood in front of the glass wall. It was the one she’d fought for. The decorator hadn’t wanted it in here, didn’t like the way it looked with the rest of the furniture. Sofia had chosen two French style, horrendously uncomfortable and elegant chairs for the space. She’d gone so far as to tattle to Richardson, but for once he’d been in a magnanimous mood early in the marriage and waved it off. This was a beach house, not a board room!

Allison had chosen it, a chair and a half swivel recliner with a whimsical fabric of a darker green than the walls with red, purple and yellow shapes to add color and informality to the room. The fabric had made her smile. This was a reading chair, something she could curl up in.

The master suite, even if she could use the stairs, was not to her taste. Even though the house was hers, a wedding present, Sofia had decorated that bedroom in Richardson’s rigidly upscale sophistication. It could have been lifted from his penthouse in New York City. Nothing beach-y about it at all.

Unpacking could happen later. She wanted, no she needed to sit in a shady spot on the main deck and just breathe for a little while. Let herself revel in the belief she was finally safe and free.

Choosing one of the beach loungers in a shaded part of the deck, even knowing she’d have problems rising, she slipped off her shoes and ran her hand through her hair, releasing it from the ponytail she’d had while driving. She pushed the heavy red tresses away from her face and allowed the ocean to mesmerize her. Such freedom before her.

She was dozing when the shadow fell across her and a deep voice said, “Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?”

 

For additional beach reading, check out Cancun Memories and Learning Trust.