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Title: The Hunting Grounds
Author: Katee Robert
Series: Hidden Sins #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
July 25, 2017
Format: Digital and Paperback
For two FBI agents
with a past, love becomes a matter of life and death in the new Hidden Sins
novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author Katee Robert.
Maggie Gaines used to
be an FBI agent—top of her class and one of the bright, up-and-coming
stars—until she spectacularly fell apart during her first high-profile case.
That was eight years ago. Now she’s a ranger at Glacier National Park, and
she’s found some measure of peace. But when the body of a murdered woman is
discovered, she must finally put the past behind her and work with the one man
she thought she’d never see again.
For months, Vic
Sutherland has been hunting a killer who’s been targeting unsuspecting hikers
in national parks—and now the predator has come to Glacier. Vic knows the case
will bring him face-to-face with his former partner, yet nothing can prepare
him for seeing Maggie again after all these years, or for the memories of
passion it stirs in both of them.
As the investigation
brings them closer together—and closer to the killer—Maggie and Vic fear they
have only each other to trust. But even that might not be enough to make it out
of Glacier alive.
Vic thought he
was prepared. He wasn’t the type of man to spend too much effort worrying about
what could possibly happen—it made more sense to deal with what did happen. He knew seeing Maggie again
after all this time would be a shock, but they’d been partners for twelve
months at best. There was no reason to think he couldn’t roll with this
development the same way he rolled with every other.
Then he arrived
at Goat Haunt ranger station. He followed Wyatt out of the chopper, using a
hand to shield his face from the wind the blades created. The ranger station
was set against Upper Waterton Lake, and with the mountains in the background,
it could have been a scene out of a painting.
All of that
paled in comparison to Maggie.
She looked good.
Better than good. During her time as his partner, she’d been too thin, running
on too little sleep and too much coffee, and her health had suffered as a
result. Obviously being a park ranger agreed with her. The unfortunate uniform
did nothing to hide how her curves had filled out, her body honed from the many
hours of hauling around a pack similar to the one he now carried. Her hair was
longer, too, the dark locks pulled back into a braid that hit just past her
But she was
Even in the
bright sunlight, he could see the way her dark eyes flashed as her shock wore
off. And her nose, the only feature of hers that could never be termed pretty, was the same—long and slightly
crooked from where it’d been broken in the FBI academy.
Maggie shook off
her paralysis faster than he did. She frowned. “What are you doing here, Vic?”
Sutherland’s here for the murder.” Wyatt stepped forward, breaking what
remained of the spell cast between them.
knew it had lasted seconds at most, but it felt like a small eternity. He
struggled to put the past in the appropriate box to deal with when they weren’t
on a case. When we aren’t on a case, I’ll
leave . . . He shut the thought down. He had a duty to the
victims, and letting himself get distracted by Maggie wasn’t going to find the
Even if Maggie
was a bright, shining star in the midst of darkness.
He moved closer
and slid off his pack. “Where’s the best place to talk?”
For a second, it
looked like Maggie would pepper him with more questions, but she finally
nodded. “This way.”
for The Hidden Sins Series
“…a captivating read, made all the more rewarding
when good triumphs.”—Washington Post
shows off her impressive versatility in this fast-paced and inventive new Hidden
Sins series. The small-town setting is a masterful blend of quaint and
oppressive, which ratchets the menace and thrill factor. The protagonists carry
the full weight of their pasts with them, making their growing relationship as
compelling as the mystery element in The Devil’s Daughter. With
plenty of twists and betrayals, this is a book that is sure to earn Robert a
wealth of new fans.” —RT Book Reviews
York Times and USA
TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her
grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and
RT Book Reviews named it 'a compulsively readable book with just the
right amount of suspense and tension." When not writing
sexy contemporary and romantic suspense, she spends her time playing imaginary
games with her children, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and
planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
The bliss Reyna and
Corbyn found in their unique Úlfr engagement is quickly forgotten as their
ongoing conflict grows just as passionately as their hearts and desires. Reyna
needs her independence and reassurance that their feelings are real. Corbyn
needs to keep her safe, and for Reyna to accept him as her mate once and for
all. If only their enemies would give them a moment to sort out their relationship
woes, but it seems their only interest is to tear the new Wolf King and his
would-be Queen apart. With the clock ticking toward inevitable war, Corbyn's
worst fears are realized when someone ups the ante, striking at his mate from
the one place he never saw coming.
Frightened and angry,
Corbyn rushes Reyna to the Elders, only to end up on their healing table next.
After the back-to-back horrors, Reyna realizes she needs to make a crucial
decision that will change their lives forever... and possibly save them. Fate
decides to put that to the test immediately, drawing them right into enemy
territory where Reyna will finally discover what's become of Jesse and gets an
unexpected audience with real Úlfrinn royalty.
Just when it seems
they've found solid footing at last, their world is shaken in a horrific
homecoming of bloodshed and betrayal. Their greatest fears can no longer be
ignored, as they find themselves facing the evidence of their arrival... along
with a living Nightmare. Can Corbyn trust his Little Queen to make the right
decision for herself and their entire pack, or will he lose everything he's
ever loved in one fateful night?
“Reyna.” Benny nodded at her. “It was very nice meeting you.
Let me know if you ever change your mind about sticking this man in a cage.”
She chuckled and accepted the partial embrace from the older
“Guess I better be on my best behavior,” Corbyn said.
“Oh, why ruin a good thing now?” Reyna sighed sweetly,
causing Benny to laugh wholeheartedly.
“Damn good time to start, Bruschard!” he called after them.
Waving above his head as they walked away, Corbyn grinned at
Reyna and pulled her closer to his side. Returning to the club was a pleasant
relief, but heaven was found when they stepped out into the fresh afternoon air
and the more tolerable noise of the city. Reyna inhaled deeply, closing her
eyes to feel the warmth of the sun on her face. More heat enveloped her with
the hand Corbyn used to cup her cheek. Backing her into the wall, he feasted on
her mouth, his grip tightening possessively.
“A thousands times over, I will make that up to you,
falleg,” he vowed. “I thought I lost you today. That wasn't how I wanted to
show you how grateful I am that I didn't.”
“Corbyn, I'm the one who insisted on coming here,” she
reminded him, blinking to clear her blurry vision.
“If I would've just told you the truth.” He shook his head.
“I still would've insisted, just to sate my curiosity,” she
Studying her face, Corbyn pressed a soft kiss to her lips
again. “I have no idea how I got so damn lucky,” he confessed aloud.
“Oh, I'm only in it for the thousand-times-over repayment
plan.” She smiled coyly.
Laughing, he kissed her loudly, almost playfully on the
mouth, before his expression turned carnal. “Can I repay you in orgasms?”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and its many sub-genres, enjoying the
evergreen life of the Pacific Northwest. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky
girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for
hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging
their rough edges.
lover of Fairytales, Myths, Legends and ancient pantheons, she spends more time
researching than writing. A.C.'s biggest goal is to provide new, captivating
angles on old, favorite tales with very naughty twists and characters that
redefine preset expectations.
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She had it rough growing up, and when it finally looks like she’s getting her life firmly back on track, breaking up with her boyfriend starts a string of events that threatens to bring Mary to her knees.
Fortunately, there are good people in her life who will do everything in their powers to help her when she needs it. Mary’s girlfriends, Jinx and Wilder are there for her, and after she’s rescued from being kidnapped, Carson and Bo take her into their home, becoming the family she always wanted but never seemed to get to keep.
As the group around Hawker Johns hunt the men who wanted to trade Mary for the valuable crystal from the mountains, she slowly recovers. Then life throws her another few curveballs, and it looks like she’ll lose everything yet again.
Mary is resilient and used to restarting her life from nothing, but when it looks like she’ll also lose the man she loves, maybe the happy girl has just had enough?
Picture this is the third book in the Birds of a Feather series, a young adult/coming of age series with paranormal elements, full of laughter, mystery, and romance.
Other Books in the Birds of a Feather Series:
Birds of a Feather, Book 1
Publisher: FAB Publishing
Release Date: December 14, 2016
Wilder’s wonderful grandfather is dead, and so is her mother, but Grandpa Willy gives her one final gift in his will – the knowledge that her father is only her step-father.
Once she meets Hawker, the scary man who turns out to be her real dad, her life takes an unexpected turn. She finds out about a heritage she never knew she had, and secrets from the past are uncovered as she fights to save her part of the world from destruction.
And then there’s Mac, with his green eyes and a soft voice that flows through her like sweet honey. He’s there to help Wilder when she needs it the most, and as she struggles with how to fit into the group of people around her dad – having Mac in her life becomes more important with every bad thing that happens.
“Wilder” is the first in the Birds of a Feather series and a spin-off from the Dreughan trilogy. It’s set in modern time and can be read stand-alone.
Birds of a Feather, Book 2
Publisher: FAB Publishing
Published: March 2017
Jiminella “Jinx” Sweetwater is a genius. She’s a scholar, an inventor, hardworking and loyal, and well known in the scientific circles around the University in Prosper City.
Being smarter than everyone else might seem like a good thing, but it isn’t. At least, it isn’t to Jinx who has two friends, a small condo, and no life.
After a fight with her best friend Wilder, it just gets worse. Someone breaks into her home and when her parents show up in all their hippie-like glory, Jinx has had enough and escapes to a small village by the sea.
Suddenly, Jinx finds herself involved in village life, living with the unpleasant Mrs. Fratinelli and trying her best to juggle all the things that seem to end up on her plate. And then there’s calm, cool and gorgeous Dante – Snow’s boyfriend, who seems to see right through the shields Jinx has put up around herself, straight into her mind.
They walked in late in the evening, a little drunk and a lot rowdy, three of them laughing and dragging the fourth along with them.
I carried an empty tray in one hand and tried to tuck my notepad into the back pocket of my black, too tight jeans with the other. The place was filled with smoke and laughter, but I was dead tired and the thick layer of cheap makeup I had put on many hours earlier felt sticky. I wasn’t sure where to sleep when I got off shift, and my usual place behind the University library wasn’t an option because early that morning, they’d started removing the dumpsters I usually huddled between. Someone said that they were clearing the site to start building a new art department, but I didn’t care. I’d been busy grabbing my few belongings, scanning the area to see if someone left anything useful that I could get my hands on.
“Come on Hawk,” I heard one of the men saying. “You lost the bet, we got to choose your loss, and this is our choice.”
I wondered what they were doing in a bar like Kinkers. I’d worked there for almost six months, and it was clean enough, but it was located on a back road in a part of Prosper well known to be unsafe. The owner liked to call it a roadhouse and they served lunch, which was the shift I worked most of the time. In the evenings, it was mostly a bar, and no one ever ordered any food, unless you counted peanuts and chips.
It was also a strip joint, and it was usually filled with men but that night was a Friday, so it was ladies’ night. This meant male strippers and an audience filled with women in various stages of inebriation.
“I’m not going to –” the man they’d called Hawk started, but another man cut him off.
“Oh, but you are,” he said gleefully, and called out when the angry man made a dash for the door, “Guys, do something. He’s escaping.”
I couldn’t hold back a loud giggle when I realized why they were there. They meant to put their friend on stage. One of the other men moved slightly, and I turned to look at him. Then I stopped breathing. He was tall and lean, with unruly black hair that was a little too long, and laughing brown eyes. He was so beautiful.
Our eyes met and held, and his brows went up a little.
“Hey, he’s running,” someone shouted, and our gazes unlocked.
The beautiful man turned toward the door, and flicked his fingers at our bouncers in a small gesture, indicating that they should stop his fleeing friend. To my surprise, they grinned and stepped in front of the man just as he reached the doors. I wondered if he’d be crazy enough to fight the brawny bouncers, and for a few seconds, it seemed like he would, but then his head tilted back, and he looked up at the ceiling. I saw his shoulders go up a little as if he was inhaling, and then he turned.
He was gorgeous too although in a completely different way. He looked dangerous and hard. When he walked back to his friends, his eyes flicked over me, and I pulled in air because of the intensity in them, but also because their color was such light amber, they were almost yellow.
“Get the thong,” one of his friends shouted, and the women around the stage that had followed the events started cheering.
“No,” the yellow-eyed man said calmly. “I’ll do this because I pay my debts, but I am not wearing a thong.”
“Don’t worry, Hawk,” the beautiful man laughed. “There are other options.”
Another cheer erupted, and then they moved toward the door leading backstage. Bobby Dawner, the owner of the bar, met them and greeted the beautiful man with a back-thumping bear hug. I heard him boom the man’s name, and it burned into my soul.
That was the night everything changed. When I got off my shift and walked through the empty streets, looking for something, anything, that could provide cover, I was beaten up by a young man who wanted my meager tips from the evening. I woke up in the hospital and saw a woman sitting in a chair, calmly watching me.
“Do you need help, child?” she asked.
I looked back at her for a long time, and then I gave up. I’d learned the hard way never to trust anyone, but her eyes were kind, and I couldn’t make it on my own anymore, so I decided that I’d accept whatever bad things she might have in store for me. It wouldn’t be worse than the life I already had.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Her eyes softened, and a gentle smile curved her mouth, and when I saw it, I smiled back, tentatively.
“I’m Joelle,” she said.
I was fourteen years old, and that was the night my life resumed.
About the Author
The proper way to put it here would probably be to describe how I love to play with our two big dogs, adore my fantastic daughters and how much I love to read.
Another way would be to use my imagination and then I would be a super powerful warrior woman, think Xena the warrior princess (though with less tacky clothes). Or when I think of it, maybe I’m actually more of a Hercule Poirot (sans the suit and moustache). Or maybe I’m like Aragorn, strong and cool and then I might get to meet Gandalf! Or I could be Bella’s pretty cousin and snap Jacob up in a second (yeah, I’m so not team Edward), or wait, maybe I could be like one of them heroines in historical novels who swoon all the time. I’ve always wanted to swoon…
Well, I guess you get how my mind is working (or not working, some say).
Anyways, I like to write. Stories, adventures, romantic and happy stuff mixed up with sorrow and hardship, and bit of laughter here and there because the way I see it – life is way too short to go around feeling grumpy.
Identical twin sisters move to St. John's, Oregon, buy Vavoom's Bar, and purposely put themselves into the path of Notus Motorcycle Club.
Burdened by a deep, dark secret, Clara has to be careful because one wrong step, one wrong word, could land her and Gracie in prison. Her need to stay close to the motorcycle club members backfire when Wayne Shaw throws her heart into a tailspin. There is more to the possessive biker than she originally thought. Cornered and out of options, she can only go forward and hope Wayne protects her.
Wayne Shaw splits his time between working at Port Loaders, searching for missing persons in partnership with the local police department, and keeping Notus Motorcycle Club together in hopes a brother will come home. Skilled at finding clues normal people miss, he has no trouble telling the new owners of Vavoom's apart. He only wants Clara.
When a little girl goes missing, followed by a teenager disappearing, Wayne's need to keep Clara safe while searching for a serial killer gets tested…until he's no longer sure who is the hunted and who is the hunter.
Wayne placed the dishes in the sink, shut off the lights, and guided her to the stairs. Halfway up the steps, he stopped. "Kings of Leon."
He looked at her. "The group that does the song you were humming. Sex on Fire."
She laughed and smacked his arm. "No way."
"Swear it." He kissed her quickly and chuckled.
She shook with laughter all the way to his bedroom. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Wayne, president of Notus MC, teasing her or so fun to be around. The normal awkwardness of first-time sex with another person never showed up. Everything that had to do with him seemed almost too perfect.
A phone beeped in Wayne's back pocket, and two seconds later the doorbell rang. She dropped his hand and stood beside the bed.
"Hang on a second. I need to answer the door." He kept his eyes on the screen of his phone and walked out of the room.
She followed him to the bedroom doorway and stopped. He'd gone downstairs.
In her sight, Wayne opened the front door at the bottom of the stairs. Glen walked inside. Clara stepped back planning to crawl into bed and give Wayne privacy when Glen said, "A girl is missing."
A chill crawled up her spine. She stepped forward, staying out of sight.
About the Author
Debra Kayn is published by Grand Central Publishing, Simon & Schuster Publishing, Carina Press - Harlequin Enterprises Limited, and repped by agent, Stephany Evans of FinePrint Literary Management. She has well over forty contemporary novels available worldwide where heroes and heroines come from the most unlikely characters.
She lives with her family in the Bitterroot Mountains of beautiful North Idaho where she enjoys the outdoors, the four seasons, and small-town living.