Friday, August 3, 2018

📘🎥Friday's Film Adaptation🎥📘: Murder on the Ballarat Train by Kerry Greenwood


Summary:
In Phryne's third adventure, Phryne is off to Ballarat for a week of fabulousness, but the sedate journey by train turns out to be far from the restful trip she was planning.

For the elegant Phryne Fisher, travelling sedately is not at all what it seems.

'Lie still, Dot dear, we've had a strange experience.' But neither the resourceful Honourable Miss Phryne Fisher nor her loyal maid, Dot Williams, are strangers to odd events.

When the glamorous Phryne Fisher, accompanied by Dot, decides to leave her delightfully fast, red Hispano-Suiza at home and travel to the country in the train, the last thing she expects is to have to use her trusty Beretta .32 to save their lives.

What was planned as a restful country sojourn turns into the stuff of nightmares: a young girl who can't remember anything, rumours of vile white slavery and the body of an old woman missing her emerald rings. And Phryne is at the centre, working through the clues to arrive at the incredible truth before another murder is committed.

Fortunately, Phryne can still find a little time for a discreet dalliance and the delicious diversion of that rowing team of young men.

"Phryne Fisher is gutsy and adventurous, and endowed with plenty of grey matter.'"--West Australian


Chapter One
There was a beetle sitting next to the goat: (it was a very queer carriage full of passengers altogether) Alice Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
Fortunately, the Hon. Phryne Fisher was a light sleeper. She had dozed for most of the journey, but when the nauseating odour of chloroform impinged on her senses, she had sufficient presence of mind to realize that something was happening while she still had wits enough to react.

Reaching over the slumbering form of her maid and companion, Dot, she groped for and found her handbag. She dragged it open, moving as though she were five fathoms under water. The clasp of the handbag seemed impossibly complex, and finally, swearing under her breath and gasping for air, she tore it open with her teeth, extracted her Beretta .32 with which she always travelled, and waveringly took aim. She squeezed off a shot that broke the window.

It shattered into a thousand shards, spattering Phryne and Dot with glass, and admitting a great gush of cold air.

Phryne choked, coughed, and staggered to her feet. She hung out of the window until she was quite certain of her sobriety, then hauled the other window open. The train was still moving. Smoke blew back into her face. What was happening? Phryne reached into the picnic basket, found the bottle of cold tea, and took a refreshing swig. Dot was out to the world, slumped over her travelling bag, her long hair coming loose from its plait. Phryne listened carefully at her maid's mouth, with a cold fear in her heart. But Dot was breathing regularly and seemed only to be deeply asleep.

Phryne wet her handkerchief with the remains of the cold tea and opened the door of the compartment. A wave of chloroform struck her, and she had to duck back into her compartment, take a deep breath and hold it, before running into the corridor, tearing open a window and leaning through it. There was not a sound on the train; not a noise of human occupancy. She sucked in a breath and rushed to the next window, repeating the procedure until all the windows were as wide open as the railways allowed.

There were four compartments in this first-class carriage. She had noticed the occupants as she had sauntered along before supper; an elderly lady and her companion in the first, a harassed woman and three diabolical children in the second, and a young couple in the third. Phryne and Dot had occupied the fourth, and that probably explained their relative immunity, as the smell got thicker and harder to bear as Phryne neared the front of the train.

The engine halted; she heard the whistle, and an odd bumping noise at the front of the first-class carriage. There was a rush of steam, and the train began to move again, almost precipitating Phryne onto her knees, as she was still rather shaky. Still coughing and retching, she opened the window of the young couple, then the mother and the children. Finally she approached the first compartment, and the smell was strong enough to sting her eyes. She applied the wet handkerchief again, staining her face with tea, dived in and stood staring.

The companion lay flat on the floor with a spilt cup by her hand, but the window was already open and the old lady was gone.

Phryne then did something that she had always wanted to do. She pulled the communication cord as hard as she could.

The train screeched to a satisfying halt, and a porter came running, slapping open the door to the dining-car and immediately beginning to cough.

'Did you pull that cord, Miss?' he asked. 'For the love of Mike, what's been happening here?'

'Chloroform,' said Phryne. 'Help me get them out into the fresh air.'

The porter shouted, and several more liveried men crowded into the carriage, before they began to choke and tried to run out again.

'Idiots!' gasped Phryne. 'Put a wet hanky over your silly faces and come and help me.'

'I'll handle it, Miss,' said one rather tall and charming conductor. 'You'd better come out too, until it clears a little. Give me your hand, Miss, and down we go.' Phryne, who was feeling very unwell, allowed herself to be carried down the step and off the siding. She sat down unsteadily in cold wet grass and was delighted with the sensation. It seemed more real than the hot, thick darkness of the train.

The tall conductor laid Dot down beside Phryne, and the old woman's companion beside her. Dot turned over in deep sleep, her face against Phryne's neck, sniffed, croaked 'Nuit D'Amour', sneezed, and woke up.

'Lie still, Dot dear, we've had a strange experience. We are quite all right, and will be even better in a minute. Ah. Someone with sense.'

Phryne accepted a cup of hot, sugared tea from an intelligent steward and held it to Dot's lips.

'Here you are, old dear, take a few sips and you'll be as right as rain.'

'Oh, Miss, I feel that sick! Did I faint?' Dot supped some more tea, and recovered enough to sit up and take the cup.

'In a way, Dot, we all did. Someone, for some unknown reason, has chloroformed us. We were in the end carriage and thus we inhaled the slightest dose, though it was quite enough, as I'm sure you will agree. And when I get hold of the person who has done this,' continued Phryne, gulping her tea and getting to her feet, 'they will be sorry that they were ever born. All right now, Dot? I mean, all right to be left? I want to scout around a bit.'

'All right, Miss,' agreed Dot, and lay down in the dank grass, wishing that her head would stop swimming.

The train had come to a halt in utter darkness somewhere on the way to Ballarat. All around the pastures were flat, cold, and wet; it was the middle of winter. She regained the train as the guards were carrying out the last of the children, a limp and pitiful bundle.

'Well, this wasn't on the timetable!' she exclaimed to the nearest conductor. 'What happened? And who caused it to happen?'

'I thought that you might have seen something, Miss, since you were the only one awake. Though you seem to have caught a fair lungful of the stuff,' he added. 'You sure that you feel quite the thing, Miss?'

Phryne caught at the proffered arm thankfully.

'I'm quite all right, just a little wobbly in the under-pinnings. What are we going to do?'

'Well, Miss, the train-conductor thinks that we'd better put everyone on board as soon as they have recovered a bit and take the train on to the next town. There's a policeman there and they can send for a doctor. Some of them kids are in a bad way.'

'Yes, I expect that will be the best plan. I'll go and see if I can help. Give me an arm, will you? Do you know any artificial respiration?'

'Yes, Miss,' said the middle-aged man, glancing admiringly at the white face under the cloche hat. 'I learned it for lifesaving.'

'Come on, then, we've got lives to save. The children and the pregnant woman are the main risks.'

Phryne found, on examination, that the youngest child, a particularly devilish three year old on whom she had been wishing death all day was the worst affected. His face was flushed, and there seemed to be no breath in the little body. She caught the child up in her arms and squeezed him gently.

'Breathe, little monster,' she admonished him, 'and you shall dance on all my hats, and push Dot's shoes out the window. Breathe, pest, or I shall never forgive myself. Come on, child, breathe!'

In, out, the chest rose and fell. The child gulped air, choked, fell silent again, as Phryne jogged his chest and he dragged in another breath, with nerve- racking intervals in which she heard the other passengers groaning awake. The pregnant woman was retching violently, and abjuring her comatose husband to awake. A small hand clutched Phryne painfully by the nose and the child's strong legs flexed and kicked. The whole child seemed to gather himself for some final effort. Phryne held her breath. Was this a death tremor? Johnnie took his first independent breath.

'Waaaah!' he screamed, and Phryne began to laugh.

'Here, you take him,' she said to the nearest guard. 'But be careful, he'll be sick in a moment.'

The guard was a family man, and took the resultant mess philosophically. They were all awake now; the woman and the children, the pregnant lady and her husband, and Dot. All except the companion to the elderly lady, and she was burned about the nose and mouth and very deeply drugged, though her heart pounded strongly under Phryne's hand.

'All back on the train,' ordered the conductor. 'This way, ladies and gentlemen, and we'll soon have you comfortable. This is some sort of silly joke, and the Railways will be responsible for any damages. Might I offer you a hand, Miss er ...'

'Fisher. The Hon. Phryne Fisher,' said Phryne, allowing herself to lean on the arm. 'I really am not feeling at all well. How long to Ballan?'

'About ten minutes, Miss, if you'll excuse the guard's van, there being no room in the rest of the train.'

Phryne and Dot sat side by side on the floor, next to a chained dog and a cage full of sleepy chickens. The lady-companion was laid beside them, and the rest of the first-class passengers sat around the walls, surveying each other with discomfort.

'I say, old girl, you look as if you'd been pulled through the hedge backwards,' opined the young husband in a feeble attempt at humour, and his pregnant lady rocketed into hysteria.

It took Phryne the ten minutes to Ballan to induce in the lady a reasonable frame of mind, and at the end of it Phryne was a rag.

'If you have anything else to say that you think is funny, I'll thank you to keep it to yourself,' she snarled at the husband, catching him a nasty accidental-on-purpose crack on the shins. 'I've got other things to do than calm the heeby-jeebies. Now we are at Ballan, Dot, I hope that we can get to the overnight things, for we really must have a hot bath and a change of clothes, or we shall catch our death.'

'There's a hotel in Ballan,' said the mother, catching little Johnnie as, much recovered, he poked his fingers in among the chickens, 'Come away, Johnnie, do!'

'The Railways can pay for it, then,' suggested the young man, with a wary eye on Phryne. 'I haven't got the cash for an overnight stay.'

'I can advance you enough,' said Phryne. 'Not to worry. Here comes our nice conductor to release us from durance fairly vile.'

The conductor had clearly done wonders in a very short time.

'If the ladies and gentlemen would care to break their journey for awhile, they may like to bathe and change at the hotel,' he suggested. 'The guards will bring your baggage. The hotel is about a hundred yards down the street, and we will carry the sick lady.'

Phryne took one child, Dot another, and they trailed wearily down the road to the Ballan Hotel, a guesthouse of some pretension. They were met at the door by a plump and distressed landlady who exclaimed over their condition and took charge of the children.

'Room two, ladies, there's a bath all ready for you. I'll send the man with the baggage when he arrives. I shall have tea ready directly, and I've sent for the doctor, he should be here soon.'

Dot and Phryne gained their room and Phryne began to strip off her wet garments. Dot located the bath, and gestured to it.

'You first—you were worse affected,' insisted Phryne, and Dot recognized inflexibility when she saw it. She took off her clothes in the bathroom and sank into the tub, feeling the aching cold ease out of her bones. She heard the door open and close as she lay back and shut her eyes, and presently there was Phryne's voice.

'Come on, old dear, you don't want to fall asleep again! I've got the clothes and I've got some tea.'

'In a minute,' promised Dot, and exchanged places with her mistress.

They were dressed in clean clothes and thoroughly warmed when the conductor returned to advise them that the chloroform vapour was all gone and they could resume their journey, if they liked. Phryne was ready to go, and was called in to rouse the companion of the elderly lady.

The woman was much scorched or scalded about the nose and mouth, and the doctor seemed worried about her. She had not begun to rouse until the injection of camphor had been made. Then she opened her eyes all of a sudden, and hearing Phryne's voice, asked, 'Where's Mother?'

And Mother was gone.

After that, there was no further chance of getting to Ballarat, and Phryne turned to the landlady.

'There was another lady on the train, and she has definitely gone. We must call the police—perhaps she fell out the window. Is there a police station in Ballan?'

'Yes, Miss, I'll send the boy around now. What a terrible thing! We'll have to rouse out some of the men to go searching.'

'Dot, are you better?' asked Phryne of her maid.

Dot replied, 'I'm still a bit woozy, Miss. What do you want me to do?'

'Go and make some tea.'

'I can manage that,' agreed Dot, and went out. The doctor was applying a soothing cream to the stricken woman's face.

'What burned her? Chloroform?' asked Phryne, as she took the jar out of the doctor's insecure hold and held it out for him to dip into. 'Does it burn like that?'

'Certainly. She has had a chloroform soaked cloth laid over her face, and if you hadn't woken them all up and got her out of the train, she would now be dead, and even so there may be permanent damage to her liver.'

'What about the rest of us? Would we have all been affected just by the chloroform in the first compartment?'

'No. The gas is heavy, much heavier than air, and very volatile. Someone must have poured it into the ventilation system. Someone wanted you all asleep, Miss Fisher, but I have no idea why. There now, you may stopper the jar. Poor woman, a nasty awakening, but she's slumped back into sleep again. Can you watch her for an hour? I should go and see how those children are getting along.'

'By all means,' agreed Phryne, her conscience still tender in the matter of little Johnnie. 'I'll stay here. If she wakes, can I give her tea?'

'If she wakes, Miss Fisher, you can give her anything you like,' said the doctor, and hefted his black bag in the direction of the children's room.

An hour later, at three in the morning, the woman awoke. Phryne saw her stir and mutter, and lifted her to moisten her lips with water.

'What happened? Where's Mother?' came the cracked voice, prevented only by bodily weakness from shrieking.

'Hush, hush now, you're safe, and they are out looking for your mother.'

'Who are you?' asked the woman dazedly. She saw Phryne's expensive dressing-gown, edged in fox fur, her Russian leather boots of rusty hue, and an aloof, pale, delicate face, framed in neat, short black hair and with penetrating green eyes. Next to this vision of modish loveliness was a plain young woman with plaits, dressed in a chenille gown like a bedspread.

'I'm Phryne Fisher and this is Dot Williams, my companion. Who are you?'

'Eunice Henderson,' murmured the woman. 'Pleased to meet you. Where is Mother? What is happening? And what's wrong with me? I can't have fainted. I never faint.'

'No, you didn't faint. We are in the Ballan hotel. Someone chloroformed us—the whole first-class carriage. I knew that I should have motored to Ballarat, but I do like trains, though I'm rapidly going off them at the moment. Luckily, I was in the last compartment, and I am a very light sleeper. I broke the window, and then opened all the others and dragged everyone out. You I found lying on the floor of the compartment, with a spilt glass near your hand, and there was no one else there, I can assure you. The window was open—could she have fallen out?'

'I suppose so—she is a thin little thing, Mother. I can't remember much. I was asleep, then I heard this thump, and I felt ever so ill, so I got up to get some water, and ... that's all I can recall.'

'Well, never mind for the moment. There's nothing we can do until the searchers come back. They have roused the railwaymen and they've all gone walking back along the track. They'll find her if she is there. Why not go back to sleep? I'll wake you if anything happens.'

Eunice Henderson closed her eyes.

'Miss, she must have been the Eunice that the old lady was nagging all the time on the train,' whispered Dot, and Phryne nodded. The journey had been made unpleasant not only by the children, but also by an old woman's partially deaf whine in the forward compartment, as unceasing as a stream and as irritating as the mosquito which had caused Phryne's sleep to be so light. She had reflected during the journey that the mosquito was the lesser hazard, because it could be silenced with a vigorous puff of Flit.


A disagreeable woman vanishes from a moving train, later found slain, with a scared girl in possession of her jewelry. Miss Fisher aims to help, much to Insp. Robinson's professional annoyance.

Release Date: March 2, 2012
Release Time: 55 minutes

Cast:
Essie Davis as Phryne Fisher
Nathan Page as Detective John 'Jack' Robinson
Hugo Johnstone-Burt as Hugh Collins
Ashleigh Cummings as Dorothy 'Dot' Williams
Maeve Dermody as Eunice Henderson
Travis McMahon as Bert
Anthony Sharpe as Cec
Richard Bligh as Mr. Butler
Ruby Rees-Wemyss as Jane
Jacek Koman as Mr. Merton
Abbe Holmes as Mrs. Henderson
Victoria Eagger as Miss Gay
Dale March as Lindsay Thompson
David Berry as Alastair Herbert
Mike McLeish as Alexander Cotton






Author Bio:
Kerry Greenwood was born in the Melbourne suburb of Footscray and after wandering far and wide, she returned to live there. She has a degree in English and Law from Melbourne University and was admitted to the legal profession on the 1st April 1982, a day which she finds both soothing and significant.

Kerry has written twenty novels, a number of plays, including The Troubadours with Stephen D'Arcy, is an award-winning children's writer and has edited and contributed to several anthologies. In 1996 she published a book of essays on female murderers called Things She Loves: Why women Kill.

The Phryne Fisher series (pronounced Fry-knee, to rhyme with briny) began in 1989 with Cocaine Blues which was a great success. Kerry has written thirteen books in this series with no sign yet of Miss Fisher hanging up her pearl-handled pistol. Kerry says that as long as people want to read them, she can keep writing them.

Kerry Greenwood has worked as a folk singer, factory hand, director, producer, translator, costume-maker, cook and is currently a solicitor. When she is not writing, she works as a locum solicitor for the Victorian Legal Aid. She is also the unpaid curator of seven thousand books, three cats (Attila, Belladonna and Ashe) and a computer called Apple (which squeaks). She embroiders very well but cannot knit. She has flown planes and leapt out of them (with a parachute) in an attempt to cure her fear of heights (she is now terrified of jumping out of planes but can climb ladders without fear). She can detect second-hand bookshops from blocks away and is often found within them.

For fun Kerry reads science fiction/fantasy and detective stories. She is not married, has no children and lives with a registered wizard. When she is not doing any of the above she stares blankly out of the window.


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Release Blitz: Be Still My Heart by Charlie Cochet

Title: Be Still My Heart
Author: Charlie Cochet
Series: Four Kings Security #2
Genre: M/M Romance, Mystery
Release Date: July 28, 2018
Cover Design: Reese Dante
Summary:
Former Special Forces medical sergeant Russell “Red” McKinley knows a thing or two about wounds, like the fact some can take a lifetime to heal, if they heal at all. The scars Red carry run deep, and living with PTSD often means battling the memories of his past. Injuries he received while working an executive protection case with fellow Kings and co-owners of Four Kings Security, have once again forced past heartaches to the surface, but Red is determined not to let it derail his blossoming romance with sweet and sexy fashion photographer Lazarus Galanos.

Laz can’t deny there’s something special developing between him and Red, but Laz has wounds of his own. He’s hesitant to jump into a new relationship after his recent explosive breakup. Experience has taught Laz to doubt his judgement when it comes to men. Guys who seem too good to be true, usually are, and no one appears more perfect than Red.

When an attempt is made on Laz’s life, Red is determined to keep him safe. Laz may not be a client, and Red is still off duty, but Laz is one of their own, and nothing means more to the Kings than family. While an investigation is underway, Red and Laz are growing closer, but can they find a way to help each other heal and take a chance on love, or will their fears and insecurities cost them more than their future together?


As Red McKinley continues to heal after being wounded in his aid to help Ace protect Colton and Colton's friend Laz he finds the new attraction to Laz blossoming.  Lazarus Galanos can't deny his growing attraction for Red but is hesitant to move forward after the destructive relationship he finally broke free of.  When Laz finds his life in danger, once again Red and the Four Kings come to his aid. Between bullets, nightmares, and misunderstandings will Red and Laz find love and home before its too late?

Be Still My Heart is just great, no better way to say it than that.  As it often does with me when it comes to series that features a new couple with each entry, the first is often the pair to grab hold of me the strongest.  Having said that, it doesn't mean I don't love the pairings to follow they just don't quite burrow into my heart as deep.  Red and Laz are lovely, they may not be Ace and Colton but they are still incredibly entertaining and powerful.  As for the mystery part of the story I wondered if that wasn't the culprit part way through but I wasn't sure until just before the reveal.  Now if that sounds cryptic, it was meant to as I don't do spoilers.

Let's take a look at Red and Laz.  Red is an intriguing character with plenty of moments in his past to keep him up at night.  The hell he seen during his time in the military would be enough to shut anyone off from the world but with King and the boys' help he has found ways to keep his mind at rest, that doesn't mean he doesn't suffer nightmares and the terror that comes with them but he has tools to help him now.  Unfortunately, there comes a point where as proud of him as I am for everything he's dealt with(I won't say overcome because he'll never "beat" it but he survives and moves forward) I still want to give him a solid knuckle-rap to the back of the head.  I won't say why, you'll have to read Heart for yourself to learn that moment, but I'm pretty sure you'll feel the same.

Now for Laz, what can I say about young Lazarus?  Laz may not see himself as strong but he has more strength than he lets on but that doesn't mean I didn't want to knock him upside the head once or twice when he assumed something about Red(and yes "something" is all you'll get from me).  You know what they say about assuming: you make an ASS out of yoU and ME. 😉😉  After all, there had to be some drama and it couldn't all come from the "who's behind it?" part of their journey.

I may not have been on the edge of my seat trying to find the whos and whys of Be Still My Heart but Red and Laz kept me teetering near said edge as they discovered each other and the journey they took getting from point A to point Z.  I should mention that although technically Heart is probably considered a standalone because it features a new pairing, I highly recommend reading Love in Spades first.  Will you be lost if you start with Heart? No but I found it just flowed better knowing Ace and Colton's journey, there are things touched on from book one but the author handles it so you won't be lost if you didn't read Spades first.  I can't wait to see what the author has in store for the rest of the Kings.

RATING: 


Red arched an eyebrow at Ace. “Didn’t you just eat?”

“It’s for Mason. He’s stuck at the beach covering an event.” Ace stood and kissed Bibi’s cheek. “Thanks. See you later.”

“Say hi to Mason for me,” Bibi replied before bringing Red in for a hug. “You take it easy. Let us know if you need anything.”

“I will. Thanks, Bibi.” Red kissed her cheek, then headed for the door after Ace, who handed him Mason’s food to hold. They got into the car, and Red lowered his sunglasses. “Your new boyfriend doesn’t mind you taking your old boyfriend breakfast?”

“Nope. Colton knows about Mason. We don’t keep anything from each other.”

“Colton doesn’t mind that you and Mason are still friends?”

“Colton trusts me. I also know that if I suddenly turned into a cheating asshole, he’d rip my balls off and feed them to his neighbor’s golden retriever.”

Red cringed. “Yeah, your boyfriend’s a little scary sometimes.”

“Isn’t he?” Ace’s smile stretched from ear to ear. “God, I love him. He’s so fucking adorable, but piss him off, and bam you’ve been eviscerated. We were meant to be.”

“I worry about you sometimes.”

“I appreciate the love.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“Really? Because all I heard was how much you love me.”

“You’re exhausting.”

Ace laughed. “Now you sound like King.”

Despite the circumstances of how Ace and Colton got together, Red was happy for Ace. He wasn’t kidding when he said the two were meant for each other. Ace might drive his boyfriend nuts, but Colton was one of the few people who could handle him, and Ace was so in love with the man, he’d do anything to make him happy. They also had Colton to thank for Ace’s newfound ability to question his actions before carrying through with them. Not always, but some of the time was better than never.

“What part of the beach?” Red asked.

“Pope Road. Next to that new hotel they’re building. Fewer beachgoers.”

They were only on A1A Beach Blvd for about two minutes before they were making a right onto Pope Road. Ace drove to the end of the sandy path where Mason’s patrol car was parked. A medium-sized group of people were scattered on the beach near the water’s edge, some sitting on colorful folding beach chairs, others standing beneath large black umbrellas. Several stands were stuck into the sand, some with screens attached, others with huge lights. A lone, half-naked man knelt on the shore as waves crashed against his toned body from behind. It wasn’t the sensual figure that caused Red’s pulse to speed up, though, but the slender man kneeling in the sand with the camera. Heat flared through Red, anger quickly following. He unbuckled his belt, then turned in his seat to growl at Ace.

“Explain.”

“Explain what? I told you. I’m bringing Mason breakfast.”

Red thrust a finger toward the beach. “Explain that.”

Ace peered ahead. “Well, Russell. It would appear some sort of fashion shoot is taking place.”

“Unless you want to eat nothing but oatmeal for the rest of your life, you’ll tell me what you did.”

“Me?” Ace asked with a dramatic gasp. “You think I arranged this?”

“Ace,” Red warned.

“Okay, I possibly, maybe, might have asked Colton if he knew of any local fashion shoots coming up, and Colton may or may not have mentioned this particular one, and I may or may not have asked Mason to get himself assigned to it.” Ace cleared his throat and met Red’s gaze. “I meddled. I’m a meddling meddler. It’s Laz.”

“No shit.”

“I had Colton ask him for his schedule, told Mason he needed to be here so he could keep me informed; then I tricked you. I should apologize.”

Red narrowed his eyes.

“I’m not going to. I’m not sorry. Go talk to him.”

“I’d rather strangle you,” Red said with a growl.

Ace held a finger up. “You could, and I’d deserve it, but just hear me out. How about instead of strangling me, you go say hi to the cute guy who wouldn’t leave your side in your moment of need.”

“Really? You’re going to guilt-trip me?”

“Absolutely. Is it working?”

With a frustrated growl, Red shoved the car door open and got out. He leaned in to glare at Ace. “This isn’t over.”

“Whatever you say. Go get ’em, tiger.”

Red grunted and turned to leave, but Ace called out to him.

“Wait.”

God, what now? He spun on his heels, his jaw clenched tight at Ace’s stupid smile and the roll of mints he held up.

Ace shrugged. “You never know.”

“You’re an ass.” Red marched off and got halfway to Mason’s car before he turned and marched back to Ace, who was still sitting in his car and grinning like an idiot. He snatched the roll of mints, popped one into his mouth, then tossed the roll back at Ace and left before the urge to push Ace off the pier became too great to ignore.




Author Bio:
Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From adventurous agents and sexy shifters, to society gentlemen and hardboiled detectives, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!

Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.


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Cover Reveal: Second Chance Ranch by RJ Scott

Title: Second Chance Ranch
Author: RJ Scott
Series: Montana #5
Genre: M/M Romance
Expected Release Date: August 28, 2018(Wide)
August 30, 2018(Amazon/KU)
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
Summary:
Rob arrives at Crooked Tree determined to find a safe place for his niece and nephew. A family for them is the final thing on his list, and then he can vanish completely. Falling for a local paramedic along the way, is a disaster in Rob's otherwise perfect plans.

Paramedic Aaron, the middle of five brothers, would like someone to love. A great believer in fate he is convinced though, that one day he'll find someone. He just never thought it would be a man in so much pain, or that children would be part of the package.

Rob is ready to leave. Aaron wants him to stay. Their love has an expiry date, and it's tearing them apart. Can they find a way to save what they have?





Author Bio:
RJ’s goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.

RJ is the author of the over one hundred novels and discovered romance in books at a very young age. She realized that if there wasn’t romance on the page, she could create it in her head, and is a lifelong writer.

She lives and works out of her home in the beautiful English countryside, spends her spare time reading, watching films, and enjoying time with her family.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit and has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

She’s always thrilled to hear from readers, bloggers and other writers. Please contact via the following links below.


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EMAIL: rj@rjscott.co.uk



Second Chance Ranch #5

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