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Code Name: Sleeper Copyright © 2018 by Aliyah Burke   Chapter One   Remote Super Max Prison   Michael Whyte spit out the blood pooling in his mouth. Another day, another fight. They always came at some point during the day. Staring at his reflection, he touched the fading bruise on his cheekbone, put there courtesy of one pissed off Hawaiian-Samoan male. He moved his fingertips to the new one around his left eye—that was from a pissed off Aryan nation jackass. Not that they were anything but pissed off ninety-eight percent of the time. “Whyte!” Sending another line of...

One Cold Night Copyright © 2018 by Aliyah Burke   Chapter One   Leena shivered and burrowed her hands further into the oversized men’s jacket, ducking her head further below the upturned collar. The snow whipped around her, biting exposed skin with a hungry ferocity. “Come on, Argo,” she muttered. “Unlike you, I don’t relish being out here.” Like he could see her—or respond in words, she shrugged. “Not at night anyway. Especially at a rest area.” The winds carried his deep bark to her and her shoulders sagged. I know what that means. There would be no return trip...

Rowan The Braden Brothers, Book One Copyright © 2018 by Marie Rochelle     Prologue “I’m beginning to regret allowing her anywhere on my ranch, more and more. I shouldn’t have agreed to her coming here. Look at her out there, walking around like she owns the place and flirting with my employees,” Rowan Braden complained, staring out his office window. “I knew she’d cause a lot of issues by being here, but I let you talk me into it and it’s turning out to be a huge mistake.” He heard the groan behind him, but he didn’t care. She...

Slowly Fell A Tale of Love and Thumbscrews Copyright © 2018 by Jayne Fresina   Prologue 1806   "Do you believe in witches?" Moved not by her small fingers, which had briefly rested against it, but kissed by a wending draft from somewhere within the house, the door standing ajar before her creaked gently, exhaling a quizzical moan. She heard her aunt's voice inside the room. "Witches, Silas? No, I most certainly do not. I know that sailors are sometimes betaken by flights of fancy and superstition, especially when they've been at sea for months, the grog has run out,...

Hi all!  This is Kellie, owner of TEP. A few nights ago, I had the chance to catch up with one of my favorite people, Aliyah Burke.  We used to live close to one another and we’d get together once a month for a lunch that would last four or five hours – literally.  I’m sure the staff at the Olive Garden thought we were weirdos.  We’d get there at 11 AM when the doors opened, and we’d leave just before we might get stuck in rush hour traffic – 3 or 4 PM. (If you ever hear her talking...