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Family Justice ... the saga continues.

Fire Dance was an epic thrill ride that left readers asking for more, more, MORE! You asked, and I listened!

ONWARD picks up where we left off as pieces move on the Family Justice gameboard. Strap in because the ride is starting to get wild!

What to expect:
Hilarity & hijinks
Romance
Horses, dogs, cats, chickens, donkeys!
Sizzling sexy times
Thunder-Thon
Layers of a mystery peeled back
Castle Scarlet!
A long-awaited wedding
RVs, helicopters, jets
and so much more!

ONWARD - A Family Justice Novel
coming this fall

Add ONWARD to your TBR list!

Hi Everyone!

It's the first of March so I thought a quick update was called for.

FIRE DANCE is almost finished. I am thrilled with the story but still struggling with the cover.

The plan to follow-up later this year with, ONWARD ~ A Family Justice Novel, is still a 'go'.

It's not time for an onslaught of official FIRE DANCE teasers, but I do have this to share!

#FamilyJustice4Life

FIRE DANCE ~ coming soon
© Suzanne Halliday


A heavy hand thumped his shoulder. Reacting with surprise, he whirled around to find Cam and Drae eyeing him up with their usual blend of cocky and comical.

“Say your good-byes.”

“What?” he asked with confusion in his voice and on his face.

Kelly hugged him around the waist and lifted her face for a kiss. He got the distinct impression she knew something he didn’t.

Wariness of the unknown didn’t stop him from brushing her sexy mouth with his. She kissed him and whispered, “See you later.”

Huh? Kelly and Lacey sashayed away, climbed into the cart, and speed away from him. Close to the hanger, Megan and Victoria waited beside a big black limo. He watched until Kelly was safely in the custody of the Justice Ladies executive committee before glancing aside at the grinning idiots sent to bring him god only knew where.

“Now what?” Roman barely had time to mutter before Drae blocked his sight with a hood pulled over his head. Stunned for a fraction of a second, he gave Cam just enough time to capture his wrists in zip cuffs.

“What the fuck,” he growled.

The sound of tires screeching to a halt right next to him gave Roman quite a start. Hustled on stumbling feet, they picked him up and roughly tossed him into what he was going to assume was a van.

Laughter filled the vehicle. Struggling to sit, Roman let out a grunt when two hands shoved him back down. “Don’t make me sit on you,” a familiar voice threatened.

Rafael D’Alessandro was part of his kidnapping? Shit. Roman was only partially sure he could take the man in a fair fight but hooded and cuffed? Guaranteed fail.

As the vehicle sped off and the laughing continued, he recognized Alex’s snigger and Parker’s drawl. Team Justice minus one. He wondered where Domineau was.

Thank you all for the lovely words!
Still writing but everyday we get one giant step closer to completion.
This one's quite a ride!
Shenanigans, hijinks, sexy times, revelations, reunions, and so much more await in FIRE DANCE.
**check out the snippet I just posted**

IN wrote: "I can hardly wait!!! I love the Night Wind crew!!"
Here they come!

Thanks Fiona!!!

So much of the world has changed. The life I knew last winter does not resemble the current state of things. It's a crazy time. Crazy enough to wreak havoc on my creative process.

But you know what? I was determined to stick the landing on Arnie's NIGHTWIND story so I just kept going. There was a long stretch when I wasn't sure I could do it but through everything, Arnie and Summer kept talking to me. Their story refused to back down.

When the words came, I wrote them down. ALL of them. In a world where everything is upside down and wonky, word counts and storytelling rules meant nothing. The story was everything.

FINDING SUMMER has a bit of everything. This is a book about two people destined for each other who get plowed under by the worst case of crappy timing imaginable. There's also unintentional deception, crossed wires, and a stench of malice.

Nothing was left on the table. Arnie's story was always going to be BIG and you know what 'they' say, GO BIG OR GO HOME.

I went BIG and am damn proud of this book.

Buckle up, y'all. Arnie's epic NIGHTWIND story will be here soon.

**Happily Ever After GUARANTEED**

Yes, Alexa is a nod to Parker’s BFF/ Angie’s brother!

New Year's Day
The St. John's

Tori smiled as Draegyn squat to adjust Danny’s tie. Her handsome son just went through a two-year-old growth spurt and seemed to get bigger everyday. The site of her husband and oldest boy in matching suits gave her a mommy rush.

“There we go.” When daddy turned to look in the mirror, so did their son.

“Double-o-seven-and-a-half,” she quipped.

“Mini-me,” her husband proudly declared with his hand on Daniel’s shoulder as she met his eyes in the mirror.

“Except for the shoes,” she sardonically replied.

They both checked out their son’s bare feet. The thing with Danny boycotting footwear was old and exhausting so like well-intentioned parents everywhere, they’d succumbed to bribery instead of butting heads with a combative toddler.

“Don’t worry, mom. I’m on it.”

When Draegyn sat on Danny’s toddler bed, their son joined him.

“Okay, bud. Here’s the deal.” Her husband winked and pointed at her. “Mommy needs Daddy and Danny to look nice so we have to wear our good shoes.”

“Mommy,” Danny loudly complained. He scowled and shook his head. “No shoes.”

She gave Draegyn a double dose of shade. “Did you just push me under the bus?”

Tapping Danny’s leg to drag him away from continuing to throw the St. John glare in her direction, Draegyn offered their two-year-old a temptation he couldn’t refuse and laid down the dad law at the same time.

“Rule number one Daniel Alexander, is always make mommy happy. If she says shoes, we wear shoes. Got it?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“If mommy is happy she won’t scold Daddy for sneaking treats.”

They bumped knuckles, looked at her and laughed before he continued. “Aunt Angie gave me chocolate kisses. Three for you and three for me.”

She was fascinated by Danny’s reaction. He perked up and licked his lips. At first she thought he was thinking about the promised candy but then she saw his mouth move and realized he was thinking about his words.

R’s and L’s were his nemesis. He knew he wasn’t saying the letters correctly and took pains to get it right.

“A-lexi mommy.”

“Oh god, that’s cute,” Draegyn said.

She agreed. It was.

“Pwetty baby.”

Draegyn’s eyes met hers and his expression was priceless. Danny had seen Lexi Nöelle exactly twice but boy oh boy did the Sullivan princess ever make an impression!

“Yeah, about that,” he murmured out of the side of his mouth. “Sully will kill me if my son flirts with his daughter.”

She laughed and drawled, “That checks out.”

Danny slid off the bed and plopped on the floor with his legs stretched out. Wiggling his bare toes he gave permission as visions of chocolate kisses danced in his head.

“Okay, shoes, mommy.”

Winking at her husband, Tori knelt to help her son put on a pair of penguin socks before sliding on his good shoes. Polished of course - as befitting a St. John.

Both of her precious guys held out their hands to help her off the floor.
/end

Halfway through munching her apple, Lorelai heard a faint noise. Intrigued, she turned the volume lower and listened. When it happened again, she jolted with surprise. Someone was knocking on her door, and she was half-dressed.

“Aye, yi, yi,” she grumbled while running to the door’s peephole.

“Oh my god.” She gasped when Jon Weston came into focus. Well, partially into focus. He was too big and took up far too much space to fit into the viewfinder.

Surprised and not thinking, she cracked the door and stuck her face in the opening. “Hi,” she mumbled while a goofy grin stretched her mouth.

“Hey,” Jon muttered. He looked uncomfortable and nervous. “Uh, can we, uh, talk? You know, about the wedding. And stuff.”

She squinted and stared at his face. The wedding?

Oh, shit. The wedding! Reality dawned, and she threw the door open to wave him in.

He froze.

She wondered what the hell his problem was when he rather boldly eyed her from forehead to toes and then back again. A very surprising blush, his not hers, was Lorelai’s cue to look down at whatever had his attention.

“Oh, fuck,” she grunted. Turning away, she yelled while running, “Come on in, Jon. I’ll put on some clothes and be right back.”
* * *
While Madonna crooned about virgins, Jon got an eyeful of the hottest ass he’d ever seen before the sexiest legs imaginable dashed across the apartment and disappeared behind a door.

His dick throbbed with interest, and as he glanced ruefully at the bulge in his jeans, he was certain his reactionary hard-on qualified for a land speed erection record. Zero to are you fucking kidding me in under five seconds.

Not sure what to do, he glanced around the unusual apartment and pretended not to be freaking out. This was supposed to be a simple conversation, and it would have been until she opened the door in her underwear, and he lost his mental balance.

Bon Jovi thundered through the speaker. “You Give Love a Bad Name” did not provide the distraction he needed to rein in his libido, so he focused on the apartment.

Candleholders of every size, color, and configuration dotted the room. Clusters of them sat on the floor, atop a table, and in a wall niche. One wide stone windowsill held crystals and little cups with tea light candles. A cactus in a red clay pot sat between two spider plants on the other windowsill. The furniture was an eclectic mix of random styles dominated by a large sofa.

To his right hung several framed photos. A large, painted buffet cabinet drew his eyes to the exposed wall next to a bank of windows. Propped on top of the buffer was a large piece of distressed wood artwork proclaiming life to be short and to kiss slowly and love truly. He smirked at the half bottle of Courvoisier sitting beside a table fan.

Her diploma from Rutgers University hung on a wall and made him do the mental math to figure out her age. If he was correct and she was twenty-five, that meant she was a year old when he’d had his first sexual experience.

Shaken by the warning bells in his head, he turned away and looked at the bedroom door a second before Lorelai burst into the room, vigorously singing and dancing to the next song in her playlist.
/end

After Midnight ~ NIGHTWIND BOOK 2
OCTOBER 7, 2019

Remy’s growing love affair with footwear started once she quit hiding behind her boring, boxy, black wardrobe. The three B’s as he frequently called it. Being open to showing off her legs led to shoe whiplash. Every outfit or combination of outfits required several footwear options.

Meggie and her obsession with QVC contributed to the madness. One host did nothing but highlight shoes. And then there were the shoe outlets in Phoenix.

She floated forward so he could get a good look and pulled her gown up to her knees. Showing off one foot and then the other, she rhapsodized over the sexy designer footwear while he worked up a sex scene involving Remy wearing nothing but the peep toe, crystal covered high heels while casually serving dinner. It was those little, everyday things he was turned on by the most.

“You bought me an anklet,” she told him with a laughing shrug. “For the first dress and pair of shoes. Can’t wear it with these.”

He remembered the snap decision made during a day long mall crawl. She bitched about his lackluster wardrobe and couldn’t understand why he, a bar owner in a dusty desert town, didn’t have a whole closet full of suits and dress shirts. Unleashing his lady’s long dormant fashion sense proved ass numbingly awful once she began marching him from men’s department to men’s department. He made himself feel better about it by dragging her muttering and snarling into a jewelry store

What was good for the goose was good for the gander, right? Or something along those lines.

To the amusement of a store employee who understood he was about to make one hell of a commission, Finn tortured Remy with one purchase after another. Earrings, a tennis bracelet, and a dainty Claddagh ring with a small emerald were among the expensive haul. The anklet was a last minute purchase at the finish.

“Will there be special lingerie?” He asked while knowing his eyes gleamed when she rolled hers.

“Nah,” she scoffed. “I thought I’d grab a six-pack of full coverage panties at Walmart.”

I love reading your comments ~ I don’t normally do this but here are my thoughts ~

Writing Matty is a very emotional experience. I see him and how his life unfolds so clearly that his storyline demands a lot of care.

It’s very telling when he cries in this scene. Matty isn’t a crier. Papacito isn’t just an alpha-in-training. He’s an old soul who understands the world around him in unique ways.
He’s sensitive to the ‘brother’ issue. Matty knows he’s Kelly’s brother just like he knows Liam is also her brother. This knowing makes his love and devotion to Kelly as his real mom a thousand times more poignant.
In Bishop Surrenders when he waves Kelly off and takes over scolding Roman and Julian we glimpse the alpha inside him. What Matty does with his alpha-ness as he grows up is going to be good stuff.
Liam ~ through Matty, Liam discovers how to heal his wounded inner child. Their unique bond rescues Liam in a way that Rhiann couldn’t. Her fierce love gave him a future but Matty gives him a chance to reimagine his tortured youth. It’s what he does with this rare opportunity that shows us his true character
Kelly & Rhiann ~ all I can say is ahahahaaaa!

Hope you enjoyed this to peek inside my head!

Fiona wrote: "Love it!!!! And I want those puppies."
Was totally thinking about you with this scene.
Matty's enthusiasm! Liam's instant acceptance!
Nibbles and Bandit!

“Cara,” Roman growled in a tone intended to pacify his annoyed lover. “There is just one alpha in our home, and that’s me.”

Kelly sniggered and pursed her lips. The resting bitch face she wore had an oh, so predictable effect on his dick.

“Oh, yeah? Pfft! Try telling that to junior alpha.”

In addition to her adorably stony expression, his young fiancée doubled down with an unmistakably snarky hair flip, adding to the hard-on he was going to have trouble hiding.

Poor him, right? Such was his life these days. From the moment his eyes opened every morning until exhausted sleep took him under each night, he was either thinking about fucking Kelly, fucking Kelly, or resting up for the next round of enthusiastic fucking they were so damn good at.

“Junior alpha knows damn well who’s pack leader. Matthew understands the rules as I’ve laid them out. Adding a dog to the family is a big responsibility that demands commitment.”

She glared at him and arched a brow. “He’s going to be taller than me in like five minutes, and all this alpha in training nonsense is starting to piss me off. Two against one isn’t fair.”

He chuckled and pulled her close. With his big hand splayed on her belly, he whispered in her ear, “All the more reason to fuck a baby in here, preferably of the female persuasion.”

She gasped with fake outrage and shoved him away. “Don’t be a pig.”

“What?” he chuckled. “No good?”

“With my luck, we’ll have boy triplets the first time.”

Nodding, he made a goofy face. “Sorry about that but I don’t get to choose pink-hued sperm.”

“Pink-hued sperm,” she murmured with a headshake and an incredulous tone. “That’s a new one.”

The sound of Matty’s animated voice chanting, “Dad! Dad! Dad!” interrupted the conversation.

“Oh, dear,” Kelly murmured with a deep sigh.

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” Matty yelled before crashing full force into Roman’s legs and grabbing for his hand. “Dad! C’mon! I found her. C’mon! Hurry.”

Letting the boy pull him along, Roman smirked at Kelly with a face that said, ‘what am I supposed to do?’

She threw her hands up in mock exasperation and stomped after them.

“Over there,” Matty exclaimed. “C’mon, Dad. Hurry.”

The lad’s exuberance was off the charts. He dropped Roman’s hand and ran to the end kennel where a smiling employee from the rescue shelter waited.

“Need permission, Dad. Pleeeeze,” he begged. “Can I pet her?”

The shelter attendant looked between Roman and Kelly. “It’s up to you,” she informed them, “but I feel I should point out that little boys and exuberant puppies bond very quickly. Please be sure before I open the cage.”

Kelly tried to pretend this was a business transaction, but he saw the way her eyes lit up when she peered into the kennel.

“What’s this dog’s story? Is it healthy?”

“Yes, ma’am. Three months old. Malamute. She’s a real cutie in need of a pack.”

“Kik,” Matty groaned. “Pleeeeeze.”

“Well, let’s have a look,” Roman told the staff person.

She opened the kennel door, and the ball of fur flew into Matty’s waiting arms. The boy exploded with joy and dropped to the floor. He and the puppy rolled around. Matty’s giggles filled the air.

Kelly gave another sigh, this time a happy one, and threaded her fingers with his.

“Ah ha ha!” Matty giggled. “She nibbles!”

While boy and dog formed an unbreakable bond, he and Kelly watched and occasionally squeezed each other’s hand.

“Nibbles!” Matty shouted with full-throated delight. “I’ll call her Nibbles.”

“And there we have it,” he murmured to the silent woman he loved with his whole being. “Nibbles Bishop.”

Her gaze met his. Tears sparkled in her eyes. Kelly’s love for Matty was unimpeachable. Woe to anyone foolish enough to question her devotion to the extraordinary little boy.

When the puppy whined and ran to an adjacent kennel, Matty’s whole demeanor switched to high alert. “Why’s she crying?”

The kennel worker sighed. “Well, that’s her brother. She takes care of him.”

Oh, shit, he thought. That’s not good.

Matty started to cry. The kid never cried. “Mom,” he wailed to Kelly. “She has a brother.”

And then goddammit if Kelly didn’t sniff back some tears. Brothers were a touchy subject.

The kennel worker apologized and tried to lure Nibbles back into her cage, but the little puppy wasn’t having it.

Matty dropped to his knees next to the second puppy. “He looks like he’s wearing a mask.”

Roman sensed Kelly’s conflict. She was begrudgingly on board with one puppy even though technically it was her idea. Two was going to be a stretch.

A solution hit his brain like a laser-guided missile. “Hang on,” he said and walked away to use his phone.

“Hey,” he chuckled when Liam answered right away. “Want a dog?”

“Excuse me, what?” Liam chuckled. “A dog?”

“Yeah, look,” he quickly explained. “We’re at the rescue shelter, and Matthew fell in love with a girl puppy, but she’s got a brother, and well, you get where I’m going right?”

“Oh, well, fuck. Um, hold on a minute, okay?”

He heard Liam holler, “Rhi! Matty found us a puppy.”

Roman had to laugh at the way he framed the situation for his wife. Nobody it would seem had the energy or desire to deny Matty, no matter what.

In the background, he heard Rhiann’s laughter. “What kind of puppy? Not one of those snarling guard dogs, right?”

Liam came back to the phone. “She wants to know what kind of puppy.”

“Malamute, so ‘no’ the snarling guard dog. He’s got the look of a bandit though. Three months old.”

“His name is Bandit. He’s three months old. Roman and Kelly are taking his sister.”

And just like that, the whole matter was settled to everyone’s satisfaction.

Forty-eight hours later and after one hell of a shopping spree at a pet emporium, Nibbles Bishop and Bandit Ashforth were officially and quite joyfully adopted.

As their respective families began to expand, Roman and Liam fist-bumped, shared cigars and brandy, watched while their women and Matty cavorted in Liam’s snowy backyard with two rambunctious Malamute pups and contemplated what still lay ahead – hopefully, pregnant wives and for each of them a desire for it to occur sooner than later.

UNDEFEATED
𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵

As Meghan furtively watched Alex through the partially open pocket doors separating the twin’s sleeping zones, she wondered how she caught the eye and earned the love of such a magnificent human being.

Pressing both hands over her heart, she felt her entire body fill with overwhelming emotion. This handsome man, this beautiful person she vowed to love, honor, and cherish every day of her life changed everything. Coming to Arizona was a whim. Finding her purpose in life was not.

“Hey, little man,” she heard Alex softly coo.

Peering closer, she smiled at the sight of her two guys, Alex and Aiden. The older of the twins had her temperament, but in the looks department, father and son were remarkably alike.

“The shadows are cool, huh?” daddy murmured to their wide-awake son.

Light from a brilliant moon streaming through the tall, arched windows created dancing shadows on the wall. Aiden sat his crib wearing a sleepy grin. He was beautifully round and chubby for an eight-month-old with a thatch of unruly brown curls he inherited from his daddy.
Her son was a gentle soul whose badass Boston burbled to the surface from time to time. He could be an obstinate little guy when he wasn’t feeling something.

Alex sat cross-legged on the floor and scooted close to the crib. She couldn’t hear the hushed convo between daddy and son but imagined it was a serious discussion of shadows at night and whatever random science fact popped into Alex’s head.

Aiden smacked his chubby hands on his thighs and gurgled his responses. Then he’d turn his head and look at the dancing shadows on the back wall.

It was impossible to ignore the impressive sight of her husband’s back. The man had shoulders broad and strong enough to carry all of them.

A flame sparked to life and curled in her belly. The beast sensed her presence. She exhaled as tingles shot up and down her spine and across her shoulders. Her body responded from habit. Their nocturnal parenting episodes generally ended with one or both of them feeling devoured.

Predictably, heat gathered in her chest and made her neck feel like it was on fire. Same for her cheeks. Alex Marquez was sex on two legs or in his case ferocious thighs.

The David Nevue song always makes me think of Alex and Meghan ♥️

I love these playlists!

Note to self, Gerri thought with much exasperation. Next year, cancel the December staff meetings.

Not all of them, because business was business, but the emphasis should shift to team building and end-of-year festivities, not this Salem witch trial bullshit Julian pulled out of his butt.

She crossed her legs the other way and impatiently tapped her pen on the arm of her chair. The boss was on a mind-numbing roll as he terrorized the castle’s staff. The food service was slow. A pair of gloves went missing from the coatroom, and he couldn’t have it. An inconveniently placed snowdrift pissed him off and gave the man cause to excoriate the ground crew director. A mishap in one of the private rooms required follow-up attention, not once but three times. Why this was something to beat up the staff over was a mystery. Mostly, these meetings were meticulously timed, one-hour rant sessions starring a surly, snarling Bishop.

Gerri wasn’t prone to flights of fancy, but at this moment, she was willing to take one for the team, morph into Cher, march up to Julian, smack his damn face, and snarl, “Snap out of it.” The thought was amusing despite there being nothing funny about any of this.

Her eyes moved around the big rectangular table where Julian stood at the head. The whole damn lot looked like shell-shocked meerkats, flinching when the boss barked and cowering as a group. Everyone, that is, except Rae.

These stupid meetings weren’t really about Scarlet. In some weird way, it was sixty minutes of unspoken communication between a damaged, unhappy man and an equally unhappy although better at covering it up young woman.

She sighed. These two were going to drive her mental if they hadn’t already.

“Excuse me, Julian,” Rae bravely interrupted.

Gerri studied the interaction for clues. Rae generally spent every meeting scribbling notes and paying studious attention to the ridiculous words Julian uttered. Their pantomime was exhausting.

Julian’s hand moved by habit to his pocket watch. Gerri was well aware that the touchstone object was more than just an accessory.

Rae, who apparently was the one you’d pick to stand up to a moving tank, consulted her notes, and asked, “Perhaps, we should think about a rapid response team.”

“A what?”

Gerri bit back an amused snicker. The tone of Julian’s barked question was highly entertaining.
“A rapid response team,” Rae reiterated with the unflappable calm of a teacher talking to a belligerent student. “The private rooms are consistently booked solid. A logjam slows things down and delays the reservations. I’m suggesting we explore a ready team option. One step beyond housekeeping. Perhaps a Dom and an assistant to inspect and direct the resetting of each room after use. It shouldn’t be the responsibility of housekeeping. They have enough to do.”

A hush fell. All eyes turned to stare at the Master Dominant who signed all their paychecks.

Poor dumb Julian, dumb stupid Julian answered with a direct challenge. Good god. Would he never learn?

Drawing on his lord of the castle routine, he gave his business manager a dry look, then he opened his mouth.

“An interesting suggestion, Braeanna. Perhaps you and I can give this approach a dry run.”

Oh, no, he didn’t! Rae’s unimpeachable hard limit was firsthand experience with anything even remotely BDSM-ish. Condom vendors and organic lube options fell under the “just business” category. So did researching spanking benches and approving purchase orders for the fantasy rooms. But getting involved in activities or what went on in the castle, especially after hours, was her line in the sand. Gerri held her breath and waited for Rae’s response.

Because drama attracted drama, another voice spoke up. Helen Frayne’s title was Mistress of Submissives. It was her job to attract the predominantly female cast and see to their well-being. She was a shrewd character. Gerri graded her on a curve because wrangling submissives for an environment like Scarlet was a nightmare job. Julian had high standards for all the performers.

Unfortunately for Helen, she was sniffing around an un-climbable tree. It was no secret that she very much wanted to land a starring role beside the club’s Master Dominant. Julian, for his part, was oblivious, but whether his ignorance was deliberate remained to be seen.

“I’d be happy to step in, Master Bishop,” Helen purred. “Miss Walsh’s idea has merit, but don’t you think a more seasoned eye would offer a greater perspective?” She smirked at Rae, who put down her pen, folded her hands, and glared at the woman.

Simon Basley cleared his throat. He managed the castle’s in-house security. Roman had hired him way back when, so, like her, Simon knew where a few of the skeletons were stashed.

“Apologies,” Simon explained with a finger pointing at his iPad. “The team for the theater room has arrived.” He nodded in Julian’s direction. “Per Scarlet’s electronic protocols, nothing gets installed without security oversight.”

Gathering his belongings, Simon looked at Gerri and covertly winked. He sensed the potential for an altercation and wisely scuttled the remainder of the meeting on what she knew was a pretense. The theater install wasn’t scheduled for today.

One person packing up to scurry away triggered a group exodus that might have been comical under different circumstances. Rae moved with supersonic speed and slipped away quietly with the mass exit.

By Gerri’s calculation, it took less than two minutes for Simon’s departure to clear the entire room until just she and Julian remained.

Taking her sweet time gathering the mountain of stuff she brought with her to each meeting, she kept an eye on her grumbling boss. It didn’t make her life any easier that he was steadily retreating into what she feared was self-loathing and depression. Whatever the hell was going on between the pages in the story of Rae and Julian shoved the man into a free-falling plunge.

Genuinely fond of her boss and because she wasn’t paid to pull her punches, Gerri gently taunted, “Good meeting. I like how you made everyone feel important.”

Important was her code word for what he’d actually done, which was make the entire group feel like shit.

Copper-colored eyes met her gaze. She still wanted to smack him for being such a butthead, but when he gave her those puppy dog eyes, she almost went to him and offered a hug. The man was a mess.

/end

Clear your schedule and get ready to dive in.
BISHOP SURRENDERS is arriving in time for the first weekend of Summer '19
Publishing 'some time' today!

𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 gives us everything we want to know about Julian Bishop and Braeanna Walsh.
He has a softer side and there are reasons why her life reads like a community center calendar of events.
Their engaging story intersects with Roman and Kelly (Bishop's Pawn) and Rhiann and Liam (Wilde Heart)
There's even a quick glimpse of shenanigans yet to come in a little town called Bendover!
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍!

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝐬𝐭

Shouting from the rooftop!
SO MUCH AWESOMENESS IN THIS STORY