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One minute I’m in an underground cave on a Special Ops mission, and the next thing I know, I’ve travelled through time. My life became prehistoric pretty damn fast. I may have fought the bad guys in the military, but now I had new enemies. Woolly mammoths and saber tooth tigers – and no other humans in sight. Five years later, I’m still stuck here. Lonely as hell with a bright yellow bird I’ve named Polly to keep me company. What I really want is a woman. When a flash of lightening brings rain, I’m worried about my fire going out. Turns out that’s the least of my concerns. Because there’s a new storm in this Paleolithic place. Her name is Skylar. A gorgeous force to be reckoned with and she’s plenty pissed to be stranded here with me. Dear Reader, It’s been a long ass year and we all deserve a vacation. Forget tropical beaches – we’re headed to the place where the first mountain man lives. He’s feral, grumpy and hot as hell. And his hands can do more than build a fire – they’ll give you the heat you crave. I know this one is a little far-fetched, but darling, you deserve something extraordinary. Xo, frankie

Geneva Lee's Rivals Saga forces Sterling and Adair to choose when rivalries become war. They say better the devil you know, and I know Sterling Ford. I know his body like my own, I know his mind, and, now, I'm certain I know his heart. I can forgive the blood on his hands. I can choose him, but will he stand by me when he finally discovers the secret I've kept hidden for years? Can our love survive the truth or will it rip us apart again? **** Adair MacLaine is mine, and I'm not giving her up. Our pasts forged an unbreakable love, but my sins might cost me everything, even her. It's time to discover what really happened all those years ago. It's time to find out who our friends are-if we have any at all. But uncovering the truth might come at a price I won't pay, because as each shocking betrayal comes to light, we must decide who stands with us, who stands against us, and who are now only our rivals.

The happiest day of her life was also the worst. Almost a year ago, Delia Caswell’s husband died suddenly. That same night, she gave birth to a baby girl. Grieving her husband and battling postpartum depression, her life unravels one day at a time. But fate is not done with her yet... Just as she pulls herself together and learns to be a good mom to her daughter, she walks into the nursery to find her baby gone, snatched from her crib in broad daylight. Her daughter's kidnapping sets in motion a chain of events that turn her world upside down all over again. Who took Lea Caswell? Is it the nanny from hell that Delia fired not long ago? Or is it someone more dangerous ? A single note she finds in a stuffed toy sends her back to a past she tried hard to leave behind. In the frantic search for her child, old wounds are ripped open, dark secrets are unveiled, and Delia discovers the true meaning of betrayal, obsession, and danger . Will she find her child before she loses her sanity or her life? The Stolen Breath is a gripping psychological thriller that will keep you reading until the final page. What readers are saying about The Stolen Breath: I love all of L G Davis books.But I have to say this must be my favorite, the story just draws you in. ... a few twists and turns I really didn't see coming. Grabs you from the start and keeps you turning the page. But not all is as it seems to be … not at all.

I've been on Whiskey Mountain for years, refusing to live off my family's fortune. I can take care of myself like a real ass man by flying sea planes, delivering illegal cargo, and keeping my profile low. Then Jemma knocks on my door. And my world changes. Everyone thinks she's dead. But by the way she moves ... Hell, she is very much alive. And she needs a man who can protect her, a man she can trust. She thinks I'm a good guy. I better become one before it's too late. Dear Reader, We're back on Whiskey Mountain ... and trouble is afoot. But before the sh*t hits the fan, Jameson's determined to give Jemma the night of her life! He's next level mountain man and he's swinging more than an axe, just sayin! He's carrying solid wood, baby! It's filthy, it's sweet, it's everything you need. Xo, Frankie

The night that Greta thought of the opportunity to turn her life around, a strong and icy wind from the north was lashing the sea, she could still remember it. she made her mind up: she was going to run away.<br><br>Thus begins ”The long shadow of a dream”, lives intertwining, pride, recurring stories, emotions and passions… destinies. Greta is a girl who decides to take her life in her hands but then realizes that she has never really broken away from her native land; she understands that a wound to be truly healed must be painfully cleaned up to get to the heart of the problem. You need to go to hell and back in order to see the sky again. Of course, nothing will ever be the same again, but this is the way to go if you want to live and not exist. These are the strengths of this novel, it is well-structured, and easy to read. A romantic novel which is not too romantic. It conceals countless ideas which are open to a number of interpretations, but which is above all the analysis of a man seen as a human being, at the mercy of an unpredictable life.

Everyone has a secret. Mine is ruining my life … making me bitter, callous, cold. I’m Rye Rough -- the oldest of seven kids, with a family tree that built this town. I understand more than most that reputations matter. Which is why I keep my mouth shut -- and that secret? I’m not telling a soul. It’s clear it’s causing problems. Working as my dad’s right-hand man, I’m angrier than ever -- and hell, it’s messing with the family construction company. My father forces a deal: Go to the rural family cabin and don’t come back until I get my head on straight or I lose my place in the business. As if spending more time alone is going to solve anything. One day into my retreat – I find Prairie, a beautifully fragile woman who is lost, alone and in need of my tender loving care. Her life has been one of confinement and abuse. She needs me like I’ve never been needed before. My family doesn’t understand my love for her. My secret keeps me up at night. Something must give before it all breaks. One thing is sure – rough hands have been dealt for both Prairie and me … and for our love to survive we can’t fold. Coming Home to the Mountain is a new filthy-sweet, high heat series by Frankie Love featuring rugged mountain men who fall hard, fast and forever. And with the women they love at their side, they choose to put family first. In this series, Dad shows up, sisters remember to call, big brothers always look out for you, and Mom knows to keep an extra seat at the table for Sunday dinner. Not every family is perfect -- and the Rough family has its own set of problems -- but at the end of the day, they know what matters: Coming Home.

I’ve been here a long ass time. Lonely as hell and wishing for a wife. When a woman arrives she thinks she’s time-travelled to a prehistoric nightmare. I think she’s finally come home. She’s innocent, curvy, and all kinds of cute. And she thinks I’m nothing but a cave man. Growly. Grumpy. Gruff. She’s not wrong. She also has ideas about marriage. She’s planning on wearing white, with her father walking her down the aisle of a church. That’s not happening here in the jungle. Closest thing to a chapel is a cave and I have no intention on her staying pure until her wedding. I want her now. Today. She thinks her father would never give her away to me … but she’s wrong. Besides, I’m not asking for her hand, I’m taking it. Dear Reader, This one’s raunchy, racy, and a little bit ridiculous. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Xo, Frankie

Murdered in 1925, Katy Watkins, an eighteen-year-old debutante, finds herself near a worn-down cabin. She doesn’t know where she is, so she heads home and discovers two strangely dressed girls in her bedroom window. When her memory does return, a demon hunts her—this demon is her killer. She walks in the woods trying to get home, stuck in a loop until she meets Lila and Rose. Sixteen-year-old, bipolar Lila has disappointed her family. It was hard for Lila to cope after her father’s suicide, which soon forced Lila, her mom, and her fifteen-year-old sister, Rose, to live with their aunt and uncle in Parkville, Missouri. They discover a ghost tied to an old murder mystery, and Rose begins to film a documentary at a nearby cabin. Rose is possessed by Katy, which makes her sick. In order to save Rose’s life, Lila and Rose help Katy uncover the truth regarding her murder: she was murdered by her sister, not her fiancé as they first suspected. After Katy forgives her sister, she crosses over. Katy’s sister cannot forgive Katy so she remains a demon wandering in her hell forever. Lila and Rosa see their deceased father when Katy crosses, and they forgive him, freeing him from his prison.

Welcome to my story. This book is a mere collection of nightmares, without any pretensions but to let you enter the intricate folds of my mind. I think everyone has experienced nightmares in their life, whether asleep or awake; I can well say I am an impressive expert on sleeping terrors. Close-eyed nightmares are my personal curse: I have been having them since I was a child, and I could never explain the reason why. My childhood was always related to the fear that something catastrophic was about to happen, either to me or to the people I loved. I usually felt something akin to a cold breath on my neck that made my hair stand on end; that icy, slimy hand touching your back which makes you startle, aghast. Oftentimes my vision went completely dark, so that I had to go and lie down on my bed in order to feel more at ease; yet, even entering my bedroom I dreaded what would happen when I finally closed my eyes. Things did not improve at all in my teen years: every time, soon after a dream I woke up in a sweat, shivering. After such nights I obviously had to face life again like everyone else, though still doubtful about my future; but it was whenever I had personal choices to make, that the nightmares worsened. At those times my life easily became hell; I closed myself off entirely and always wondered what I had achieved so far and what I wanted next from my life. Over time I have come to write my dreams down in order to understand them, alongside my wishes, to see if they come true. This has helped me shed some light more than once. But back to nightmares. I then thought to myself that I would tell you all about my terrors, embellishing each one and including them in a collection of every spine-chilling thrill I have ever experienced. I apologise for this chilly gift on my part, but my mind likewise is as cold and messy a place. It is the mind of a woman, of a fighter who openly faced evil, and chose to talk about it. Though my words could sometimes wound the more susceptible souls, I do not mean to claim the moral high ground over any of you. Everyone has their own worldview; we feel and shape everything around us accordingly. And after all the ordeals I have endured through life, I now strive to use my inner eye in order to create a more fruitful vision of the future. I would like to see a future full of dreams, studies, travels: dreams are basically wishes our hearts make. As to nightmares, though... Close-eyed nightmares have always been my speciality, and there are several reasons behind this phenomenon, but the main one is probably that I am a tolerant person, yet emotional and sensitive; over the course of my life I have in fact experienced both thorns in my side and many a rainy day. But I have always sought light to illustrate this part of me, so I will tell you of my favourite poem: Mother to Son, by Langston Hughes.