Author:
Christine Young
Genre: Erotic Romance
Excerpt
Heat Level: 1
Book
Heat Level: 5
10%
of all profits from this book goes to the World Wildlife Federation to help
save endangered species.
BLURB:
Meara
Thorton was a feisty, world-class computer hacker—cornered by the FBI and
shockingly given the chance to be their newly acquired technical analyst. Brilliant and intuitive, yet aching with the
loss of everyone she has cared about, her restless heart led her to discover a
love she fought and a world she didn't know could possibly exist.
Jace
McKenna was an enigma, a loner, impossibly handsome, sincere and committed. The
Apache shapeshifter blood running through his veins burned hotter than the
blistering Sierra Madre sun. Jace knew the moment he caught Meara's scent she
was his for eternity.
Review:
Delane of Coffee Time Romance & More
says:
"Catching Meara is a superbly
written mystery that draws readers in and makes them a part of the team. The
characters are vivid and provide a perfect canvas for the life of a unique team
that catches some truly nasty villains. Ms. Young provides a perfect blend of
paranormal, mystery and romance providing the reader an entertaining adventure."
Rating:
4 cups out of 5
REVIEW:
Manic Reader Review
Rating: 4 1/2 stars out of 5
Reviewer: Alberta
Review:
Meara is a loner, content
to spend time with her computers, without the bother of having too many people
around her. When she turns from hacker to government computer specialist, she
meets Jace, who knows she is his mate, but all he has to do is tell her he is a
panther shape shifter and that she is destined to be his.
There is a lot of dodging
bad guys, dodging another shape shifter, and trying to keep secrets from each
other. In the end, Catching Meara is pretty entertaining, and I liked both
characters, despite Meara’s dysfunctional personality.
EXCERPT:
Meara had been seconds from revelation, mere seconds. Now
quivering with terror, she huddled in the corner of her electrified office
while lights flashed and popped all around her, knowing there was no where to
run. Monitors flashed and burst, exploding and sending shards of liquid fire
into the air. A cop entered the small room, his arms stretched forward, gun in
both hands and a flashlight on top of his gun.
Three more cops followed behind. No, they were government agents.
The logo printed in white across their chest announced their profession.
Bright lights swept the room in a slow steady arc, searching for
her. Finally resting on her face, she shielded her eyes. Smoke from the
crucified computers filled the cubicle, making the agents choke. Sweat from
fear beaded on her forehead, and her heart lurched to her throat. She closed
her hands over her heart as if she could slow the furious beating.
"Hewitt, check this out. There might be more than this one.
Barrister go search through the other rooms."
"Right, McKenna."
"My name is Jace McKenna," the man said as he approached
cautiously, kicking debris from under foot until he stood above her. "Put
your hands in the air."
His voice held so much authority and sounded so calm. For a moment
she thought he meant to reassure then she remembered she was his prisoner.
Well, she would be as soon as she complied with his demands.
Jace appeared dark, dangerous, handsome and tall, she noted at
first. Very tall, which was hard to miss, since she was skinny and short. His
eyes were an amber color with a hint of green. He towered over her. Beneath the
deceiving bulkiness of his bulletproof vest, she observed next, his shoulders
were very broad, and though his hips were lean, his thighs, tightly hugged by
his jeans, were muscled and powerful.
His hair was blacker than the midnight sky, nearly indigo with its
sheen, his amber eyes were cast into a rugged face that appeared naturally
tanned. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. He
seemed fierce, alive with a striking tension and a volatile energy that seemed
to exude from him.
Shaking, sweat dripping down her face, Meara slowly raised her
trembling arms. "D-don't shoot--me, please" She heard the pathetic
whimper in her voice as she blinked the stinging sweat from her eyes where it
melded with her mascara. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was
sure it would burst through her ribs.
"Stand up, slowly." He swept the flashlight as well as
the gun up and down the length of her body, which had been curled into a tight
fetal position.
Rising to her feet, she leaned against the wall behind her, trying
to keep her hands up and not fall flat on her face. She wiggled her butt
against the wall and inched her way to a standing position. Her life flashed in
front of her in a series of leaps and bounds until she saw the faces of her
parents.
"Do as he
says," they whispered. "Everything
will turn out fine. You'll see. We love you." Then, just as they appeared,
they vanished.
Their faces faded into the smoke and flashing lights. Her eyes
open wide, she gazed at her enemy--her jailor. The man who was here to arrest
her. Mind games, or was it mind think that her parents used to play with her,
teaching her to communicate through thoughts instead of words. She focused on
his brain, sending out feelers, trying to read his thoughts and trying to tell
him she was no threat.
The next moment he was beside her, grasping one of her arms, and
in one swift move he had turned her, both hands were behind her back and
handcuffed. Her breath stopped for a moment. The movement had been so sudden
she was thrown against the wall. Her face flattened on the smooth surface. Yet
she was glad for that because the impact brought her back to the reality of
this moment. Her mind cleared for a brief second. For courage she inhaled a
swift deep breath.
Author: Christine Young
Email: achristay@aol.com
Genre: Erotic
Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 5
10% of all profits made from the sale of
this book will go to the World Wildlife Federation to help save endangered
species.
REVIEW:
Carin for My Reading Obsession
Sweet Sexy Sadie is a quick read with a
fun plot line, Sadie is researching the migration of butterflies for her thesis
she meets Brody when her car overheats in the desert pretty soon the car isn't
the only thing overheating. Sadie also has a stalker of a paranormal variety.
The action happens quick and without a lot
of back story to have this come out novella length. I enjoyed the chemistry
that is immediate between Brody and Sadie. I liked the paranormal element to
her stalker and the bond that Sadie and Brody share to overcome the trials in
their path to happiness.
This time of year with the kids in school
you have lots of chances to sit and wait this is the perfect length book for
those times and you can get in a fun love story while you are at it.
BLURB:
From the
first time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre
Mountains, theirs was a potent attraction—not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot,
hard, and all-consuming. The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had
dreams no man could wrench from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion.
She’d challenge this alpha male with all the strength she possessed. But her
red hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody...and he
knew he had to find a way to show her he was more than he appeared and convince
her to make a life with him.
EXCERPT
Sadie didn't know what to make of Brody. Exceptionally handsome and
charismatic, he'd made her smile the first time she saw him sauntering down the
road toward her. Good lord, but he looked as if he owned the world. Tall,
tanned from the sun, amber-green eyes that sparkled as if he saw some light
humor in everything. He was wiry and sleek; a quickness about him surprised
her. His blue-black hair was tied back with a leather thong, his chin angular.
Perhaps he did own this part of the Sierra Madres. His family seemed to
own most of this town.
Her research had brought her to this place, Cactus Junction. Now the
prospect of getting to know an interesting man would be an added perk. In the
bathroom she slipped out of her clothes and into a tepid shower. A few minutes
later she emerged squeaky clean and ready for the next part of her adventure.
Unpacking her clothes and taking out her laptop, she opened it. What do explosive experts do? Hmmm....
Why, they blow up things. What would he
blow up around here?
Lord but that sounded crazy to her. Before typing in the necessary info
to pull something up on Google, she leaned back, relaxing into her chair. The
wallpaper was outdated, and the old fan complimented the air conditioning. She
realized she liked the atmosphere.
Enough musing. Mining in the Sierra
Madres. Let's see, it says here they mined silver as early as 1521.
Sadie scrolled down the paper. Ok… Montezuma, in 1492, was already
drinking hot chocolate from goblets made of gold. Maybe she should be studying
this instead of her research thesis. The migration of butterflies. Once she'd
thought the topic was romantic. Chasing after butterflies…
So what are they doing now? Junior
drilling companies… She
wondered if that was what the McKenna Clan was, a junior company. How soon was
too soon to ask? Probably not on their first dinner together. Knowledge brought
power and she firmly believed everything happened for a reason. Then her chance
encounter in this place was not a coincidence.
This says the companies are drilling to find the ore. So… Do they still
need explosives? If not, he didn't do much for his day job. Perhaps the family
had millions stashed away. At first glance this hotel was theirs and Brody had
told her the land this town sat on belonged to them. But millions in the
Caymans? Probably not.
She closed her laptop. Then leaning back, she shut her eyes and tried to
cleanse her mind of all thought. A little catnap might be in order, but her
heartbeat so fast she didn't think sleeping was a plausible scenario. Eager to
meet the McKenna Clan and begin her research, her body was wound tight as a
rubber band ready to snap.
The bag of chips in her purse seemed to call to her just after her
stomach growled its discontent. Trying to ignore the excessive calories and her
empty belly, she rose and wandered to the window. Dinner would be that much
better if she waited. Outside, the sun still beat down and one could see heat
waves decorate the street.
The air conditioner chose that moment to blow out cold air. Sadie wrapped
her arms around herself then turned the monitor down a notch.
Back at the window she looked at the street below. A man walked down the
sidewalk, and as he grew closer, he stopped and shielded his eyes then gazed up
to her room. Sadie's breath caught in the back of her throat and another chill
swept through her. This time it wasn't caused by the air conditioner. The sight
of the man sent an eerie feeling to the pit of her stomach. She stepped back in
an attempt to remove herself from his line of sight.
The knock startled her away from the window. She jumped, afraid it might
be the man she'd just seen but knowing it wasn't.
"Sadie? Sadie, you in there?" Brody called from outside the
door. Damn, but she'd recognize his voice anywhere. A smile crossed her face.
She meant to forget the stranger.
"Come in." Sadie looked back to the street below. No one was
there. Once again she rubbed her arms. She felt as if a ghost had just swept
through her, leaving her cold from her core outward.
"You okay?" Brody stepped inside, looking concerned.
"No, I don't think so. I…" Pausing, she hesitated to tell him
what had just happened. What she'd felt. He'd think she was crazy.
