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“Twenty-seven year old Carrie Thompson-Sherman has the life she always wanted: her PhD, a prestigious fellowship, and an amazing husband.
Her life begins to unravel as a jealous colleague puts her fellowship in jeopardy and a haunting secret Ray Sherman carried home from Afghanistan comes to light.
Hounded by a federal investigation and the ensuing media feeding frenzy, Carrie and Ray desperately lean on each other, until a disastrous accident puts both Ray and her sister’s lives at risk.
In the last hour, Carrie and Ray will each find themselves faced with a choice.
A choice that will change everything “
Book three in The Thompson Sisters Series pulls on your heart strings while playing a symphony of words that will touch the depths of your soul. This is truly a story like no other that I have read. It is original and different (in a good way). Charles Sheehan – Miles did and amazing job of writing a love story that gives you heart but also gives you gritty reality. Life is not peaches and cream 100% of the time and love is no different.
Carrie was a wonderfully written character. If I learned anything from the first two books I learned that the Thompson sisters are the epitome of strength. The taste of Carrie in the first two books is nowhere near the remarkable woman presented in The Last Hour. I look forward to seeing her grow throughout the rest of the series. Ray’s character also spoke to me on a level like no other. Know first hand the pain and pride that a military life creates I was able to relate to his struggle. The courageousness that Ray encompassed was unlike anything I have read and make me want to call my father and thank him for being the solider in my life. I found peace when I read the last words of The Last Hour. Life is never easy but sometime you can find beauty in the pain. This is a must read along with the first two books of the series. Charles’ male perspective of female emotions allows a refreshing take on a modern day love story. This story deserves a medal of honor but will have to make due with 5 stars.
Charles lives in Bethesda, Maryland with his wife Veronica and their two children.
Theresa Rizzo is an award-winning author who writes emotional stories that explore the complexity of relationships and families through real-life trials. Born and raised in Grosse Pointe, Michigan, she now lives outside of Boulder, Colorado with her husband of thirty years. She’s raised four wonderful children who are now scattered across the country.
1. Can you describe your write style in one sentence?
I write emotional stories that explore the complexity of relationships and families through real-life trials.
2. What are your top 5 books?
Harry Potter by JK Rowling, is simply brilliant.
Hunger Game by Suzanne Collins is wonderful writing and so clever.
The Winner by David Baldacci, is suspenseful and he’s crafted an amazing villain
Nobody combines quirky characters and suspense better than Harlan Coben
Jodi Picoult is the master of crafting books that really put me in her character’s shoes and make me think about issues. As for romance books—I simply can’t choose. There are too many amazing ones.
I’d be renovating/ building houses. I LOVE houses with character.
4. If you had to give up all but one of the following what would you keep. Facebook, Twitter, your phone or your laptop?
Give up for how long? I’m still figuring out twitter—so that would be no big loss. I would go through FB withdrawal . . . but that’s okay since it’s email that is my big addiction. My phone? Landline or cell? I’m assuming you mean both. I can go without a phone, but my laptop? Nope. I use my laptop for email, internet, Skyping and writing. It’s almost an appendage. Nope gotta have my laptop. A smaller one would be nice, though <G>.
5. Lastly, if you had to recommend one author other than yourself who would it be and why?
I think it’d have to be Lisa Kleypas. I love her contemporary series with the Texas Travis family. The characters really appealed to me, her writing is great and the stories were compelling and entertaining. I hated it when the series ended—which makes me wonder if I would have tired of it if she’d continued. Can a series run on too long, do you think?
Catherine Boyd will do anything to regain custody of her young son . . . Even reconcile with the husband accused of killing their son’s twin.
Catherine graduates from college, eager to start a new life with her six-year-old son, Drew. But when she tries to bring him home, her parents refuse to relinquish control of the grandson they’d raised.
Wrongly accused of a horrible crime, Thomas Boyd has buried himself in his career, determined to forget his painful past and the family he lost. But now, five years later, Catherine is back, requesting his help to regain custody of their son — custody he thought she had.
Though older and wiser, when courtroom battles reveal lies and secrets and generations of pain, will Thomas and Catherine find more tragedy and loss, or will old wounds finally heal?
“Theresa Rizzo offers up a story of a family torn apart by secrets and lies, and a woman’s courageous journey to reclaim the truth. This is a perfect blend of suspense and romance, for readers who can’t resist a page-turner.” —-Susan Wiggs–#1 New York Times Bestselling Author
“This is a story that will command the attention of any parent, and probably everyone else, too. The courtroom battles are especially gripping, filled with twists and turns. Theresa Rizzo knows how to speak to the heart.” —–William Bernhardt-New York Times Bestselling Author
When Maddy graduated from Columbia University, she was ready to change the world. She’d get a job at Newsline, meet a nice guy, and live happily ever after with a real designer handbag on her arm. Five years later, she’s stuck producing puff pieces for News 9 San Diego–where “if it bleeds, it leads.” She’s still single, her family’s falling apart, and so is her knock-off Kate Spade.
Then Jamie Hayes walks through her newsroom door. The former filmmaker is everything Maddy has ever dreamed of. Creative, smart, sweet—and with eyes that could make a girl melt. The perfect guy…but perfectly unavailable. And the more Maddy tries to stay away—the further she starts to fall.
Now a secret scoop from her favorite knock-off purse guy has Maddy chasing a lead that could make her career. Or destroy it forever. How far is she willing to go to broadcast the truth? And will this breaking news lead to a happily ever after…or a broken heart?
Stay tuned…it’s the story of a lifetime.
Jamie grunted contentedly and snuggled in a bit closer. Was he conscious? Could he possibly know whom he was holding in his arms? Maybe he had been completely aware of his actions this whole time. Had he been as drunk as I? I couldn’t remember. Was he a good guy who made a mistake or a jerk who liked to cheat on his fiancée by taking stupid, drunk girls home and screwing them?
I suddenly felt disgustingly dirty. Why had I been so easy? Slut girl: give her a drink and watch her spread her legs. Except, that wasn’t me at all. Hell, I could count the guys I’d slept with on one hand and still have a thumb left over. What in the world had possessed me to drunkenly hook up with a guy I barely knew who was getting married in a few months?
I thought of Jen, sound asleep in LA, trusting that her fiancé was alone in his bed too and not curled up, buck naked, in another woman’s arms. She trusted him, and I’d helped him betray that trust. My stomach rolled, and not just from the hangover. I needed to get up. Now.
I squirmed out from under Jamie and vacated the bed. Scanning the room, I found a pair of boxer shorts and an old t-shirt strewn on the floor. After donning the ensemble, I walked to the bathroom.
Staring in the mirror wasn’t pretty. I looked like hell on toast. Black circles under my puffy eyes. Makeup smeared. Bleh.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face and then hit the kitchen to make eggs. What the hell, right? Even the “other woman” needed to eat a balanced Atkins breakfast, and maybe it would get my mind off things at the very least. I tried to swallow down the guilt, but it determinedly rose like bile to my throat. The smell of the scrambled eggs only served to nauseate me further.
“Maddy?” a sleepy voice behind me said a few minutes later. I whirled around. Jamie stood in the doorway, deliciously rumpled. He’d donned his blue jeans but no shirt. I scolded my eyes for straying a second too long on his perfectly sculpted chest. After all, I’d already done more than my share of sampling the forbidden goods already. Time to get my mind out of the gutter and behave like a responsible human being.
I realized my heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for what he’d say next. Then I remembered my manners.
“Do you want some eggs?”
“Maddy, I’ve got to ask you . . .” He raked a hand through his mussed hair in a way that made me pretty sure his question wasn’t whether the eggs came from cage-free chickens.
“Yes?” Cool, calm, collected. Whatever he wanted to ask me, I’d be okay with it.
“I had a lot to drink last night and I wasn’t sure . . . Well I woke up and . . .” He looked around the apartment. “Are we at your place?”
“Yeah, ” I said quietly. He didn’t even remember agreeing to come here. Guess that answered my question about his level of sobriety.
“Oh. Right. And I woke up in . . .” He pointed vaguely toward the bedroom. “. . . and I didn’t know . . .”
“You want to know if we had sex.” I spelled it out, shocked at how clear and cold my voice sounded.
“Y-yeah.” His face reddened at my bluntness. He hadn’t been so shy last night.
“I don’t know, Jamie. I don’t remember either. But I woke up in my bed naked. And you were naked next to me. So I’d say chances are pretty darn good.” I realized I sounded angry. Hurt. Don’t let him see that you care.
Mari Mancusi used to wish she could become a vampire back in high school. But she ended up in another blood sucking profession –journalism — instead. Today she works as a freelance TV producer and author of books for teens and adults. When not writing about creatures of the night, Mari enjoys traveling, cooking, goth clubbing, watching cheesy horror movies, and her favorite guilty pleasure–videogames. A graduate of Boston University and a two time Emmy Award winner, she lives in Austin, Texas with her husband Jacob, daughter Avalon and dog Mesquite.
In Walking Disaster, the life of Travis is full of fast women, underground gambling, and violence. But just when he thinks he is invincible, Abby Abernathy brings him to his knees.
Every story has two sides. In Beautiful Disaster, Abby had her say. Now it’s time to see the story through Travis’s eyes.
Pam: Can I just start off by saying that I read Beautiful Disaster like 6 times and I thought there was no way I could love Walking Disaster as much…well I was WAY off!!
“Why don’t you get cleaned up while I fix some dinner?
You can get out of those clothes now and relax.” I was in awe. He was gorgeous and could cook. Wait…did he just tell me to get out of my clothes? My brain started to process all the events and new information I had gotten today. “I have a lot of questions. I don’t think I can relax.”
“Yes, you can. We can talk all you want at dinner.” He was not going to negotiate, and for some odd reason, I wasn’t going to argue anymore, for now.
He walked me down a long hallway to the back of the house. Alexander had his arm around my waist to prod me and the other hand held my bag. Only in Texas could two people walk down a hallway side by side. Even hallways were bigger in the South. The house did not appear lived in yet at all. There were very few personal items anywhere. Just necessary things. The door was open at the end of the hallway and I could see we were going to the master bedroom. My feet stopped.
“My bedroom has the bigger tub and I thought you would like to take a bath. Come on, I promise to leave you alone.” A small shadow of regret appeared across his face so swiftly that I might have missed it had I not been so attentive. It shifted into a playful smile. I followed him into the bathroom and was glad when I saw the tub. It was extravagant and called my name. I loved big whirlpool tubs and this one even had little jets to soothe as you soaked. The floor space in the bathroom was large enough to have a small party. Perfect. He opened a small little closet off to the side of the sink area to pull out a fluffy, white towel and put it on the counter.
My eyes found his again and softly mumbled, “Thank you.”
“I have something else for you, so don’t get undressed just yet, unless you want me to join you in the tub.” A tiny little crinkle formed on his cheeks and he disappeared.
I’m a red headed Texan girl that writes adult romance novels. After spending way too much money on getting degrees in education (bachelors, masters, no ph.D yet), I realized that while I loved teaching, I needed a creative outlet for my smuttiness 😉 Somehow, I have struck a chaotic balance. Teacher by day…steamy romance writer by night. I daydream a lot, drink wine, gossip about juicy plots with my friends and obsessively read. Check my blog for my latest favorite reads, what I’m writing, and other crazy things I encounter. My debut novel, The Healers, hits the digital Amazon shelves on April 26 and will be on Barnes and Noble soon after.
During the reign of the Greek Gods, there was Asclepius, the God of Healing. Upon his death two groups battled, the Healers and the Hunters. Healers, those with true healing magic, scattered among the continents for safety from the Hunters. Now, in present day, the Healers are searching to find all of their blood line. The Hunters are searching, too.
Magic flows from Layna’s hands, but trusting anyone with her secret is not possible. Leo, her longtime friend, is determined to become more and Layna believes she wants that. Everything changes when she meets Alexander, the guard supposedly sent for her. There is something that draws them together, but is it real? Faced with a new reality of what her magic means and threats on her life, Layna must choose where her loyalties lie. Who is out to hurt her and who can she trust?
I peeked out the side window and just as he said, there were two police officers and Alexander. I walked over to the door with my gun still in hand. That’s when I remembered to disengage the alarm. A question popped out of my thoughts again. Why didn’t the alarm go off? Not that it had helped much in this situation. I felt relief at seeing the police and began to open the door. My eyes immediately went to Alexander.
Tall, dark and handsome. Oh lord…Is this really what I succumbed to? He was wearing long pants that looked like loungewear and a white tee shirt. And that incredible buzz I had gotten the first time I saw him seemed to kick into full effect again. Great to know it was him that caused my insides to flutter. His eyes seemed to look me over in a protective way. I didn’t need his protection and I stood a little taller to exert my independence. Well, that was the impression I tried to give. I did feel a little overwhelmed as I stared into those deep and dark dravite shaded tourmaline eyes of his. So overwhelmed, in fact, that I started to feel little prickles in my chest and noticed that my emotions were promptly being displayed since I lacked a bra.
Nice. It did not go without notice either as all the men’s eyes looked up into my face. I felt the color rise in my cheeks and then one of the officers spoke. Or rather shouted, “Drop the weapon!” as he pointed his gun at me. What? Oh, right. There was a gun in my hand.
I’m a red headed Texan girl that writes adult romance novels. After spending way too much money on getting degrees in education (bachelors, masters, no ph.D yet), I realized that while I loved teaching, I needed a creative outlet for my smuttiness 😉 Somehow, I have struck a chaotic balance. Teacher by day…steamy romance writer by night. I daydream a lot, drink wine, gossip about juicy plots with my friends and obsessively read. Check my blog for my latest favorite reads, what I’m writing, and other crazy things I encounter. My debut novel, The Healers, hits the digital Amazon shelves on April 26 and will be on Barnes and Noble soon after.
Everything always seems to fall into place for twenty-four year-old Aubrey Jenson, except for when it comes to her luck with men. Bad boys always draw her in and crush her heart, and Black Falcon’s lead guitarist, Riff, is no exception. After sharing a few wild nights together, she leaves him behind, knowing a guy like Riff isn’t the relationship type, merely just a play thing.
When she returns to New York, she tries to get the passion she felt in Riff’s arms out of her head by dating Isaac, a successful representative at Center Stage Marketing. Just when she thinks she’s forgotten Riff, she’s forced to see him again when her best friend, Lanie, ropes her into being a bridesmaid for her upcoming wedding to Black Falcon front man, Noel.
Sparks fly instantly between Aubrey and Riff when they’re forced to reunite, and suddenly she finds herself caught between the man that’s good for her and the one who completely rocks her in every way.
**New Adult Romance–Book 2 in the Black Falcon series. This book can be read without reading book one.**
Cris: *snicker* Well we always have fun so ok let’s roll! Just don’t make me moon anyone or any other stupid ideas that may pop up in that crazy head of yours! 
Cris: huh! You bet! I’d kill to have that freaking ticket! LOL Im head over heels for Riff. That boy is sooo damn hot! Imagine reading the book 3 times in a row? I just can’t get enough of him. Sure we loved Noel in the first book. But Riff has gotten under my skin, it isn’t funny anymore! I’m seriously in Riff withdrawal mmm let me rephrase that…Rock My Bed withdrawal! How bout you Pam? 
