This Is Me, Baby by K. Webster ~Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review & Giveaway

This is Me, Baby

by K. Webster
War & Peace Series
Publication Date: February 7, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark Romance

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***This is the fifth book in the series. First four books must be read first in order to understand this story line.***

The game was over and they stole the victory away from ME.
Cheating. Lies. Corruption. Death.
This pawn never stood a chance.
But then he came for ME.
He plucked ME from my nightmare and kept me safe.

My heart was in tatters and my soul was lost.
Until the beast in ME woke up.
She was hungry and furious and didn’t play by the rules of their game.
We were a vicious team. And we changed the game altogether. I took what was theirs because they took what was mine.
ME against them.

That is…until I had someone else with ME.
Someone who vowed to fight alongside ME until the very end.
I don’t want the love he has for ME.
But the beast in ME still craves to take everything she deserves.
He should run far away from ME.
Instead, he runs straight for ME.

This is ME, baby and I am going to ruin them all.

***Warning***

This is Me, Baby is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to dark themes, then this story is not for you.

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Review

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Storyline-5
Angst-3
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Overall Rating-5
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Reviewed by Jen

This Is Me, Baby picks up right where we left of in This Isn’t You, Baby. When I finished reading the last chapter in This Isn’t You, Baby I was dying to know what would/ if anything become of Brie and Wren and ultimately would Brie every be the Brie she was before the horrific incident happen. I am happy to report all those questions are answered in This Is Me, Baby!! So, This Is Me, Baby not only picks up right where the last book ended but it does so in the high paced intense fashion that K. Webster tells her stories. I love how easy it is to pick up and get lost in the story! I was always silently cheering for Wren and Brie and was scared that their timing would never be right. Despite the book being fast paced it was never rushed or felt like details or important moments were left untold. It is a completely satisfying read which leaves your satisfied but in K. Webster’s way leaves you wanting more and ready for the next installment.

I’m trying not to give too much away in my review as I hate to ruin any reading experience for someone. The only thing I can say is that you need to read the series in order as it’s truly the only way to understand the characters and the story. This series so far has definitely been quite a roller coaster ride to say the least, but I am always pleased and satisfied as each of the character’s storylines unfold. If you’re a fan of this series then you will want to read this book to find out what happens with Brie and Wren. If you haven’t read the series yet- I highly encourage you to do so!
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About K. Webster

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!

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Mack Daddy by Penelope Ward ~Blog Tour

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They called him Mack Daddy. No, seriously, his name was Mack. Short for Mackenzie. Thus, the nickname. Perfect, right?

So was he: perfect. The perfect physical male specimen.

At the private school where I taught, Mack Morrison was the only man around in a sea of women.

Everyone wanted a piece of the hot single father of the sweet little boy.

I was riddled with jealousy, because they didn’t know that—to me—he was much more.

They didn’t know about our past.

He’d chosen my school for his son on purpose, because Mack and I, we had unfinished business.

As my friend Lorelai so eloquently put it: “Unfinished business between two people who are clearly attracted to each other is like an eternal case of blue balls.” And I was suffering in pain from my case.

I was still intensely attracted to Mack. I tried to resist him, immersing myself further into a relationship with another man just to protect my heart.

Not to mention, getting involved with a parent was strictly against school rules. But seeing Mack day in and day out was breaking me down.

And soon I might be breaking all the rules.

 

Author’s note – Told in alternating points of view, Mack Daddy is a full-length standalone novel.

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Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels.

Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.

 

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Neighbor Dearest:
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Playboy Pilot: (co-written with Vi Keeland)
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A THOUSAND LETTERS by Staci Hart ~Blog Tour w/ 5 Star Review

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“Lyrical, heartbreaking, and emotionally intense, A THOUSAND LETTERS is a beautiful portrait of an undying love that deserves a second chance.”

Melanie Harlow, USA Today Bestselling Author

A Thousand Letters, an all-new emotional standalone by Staci Hart is LIVE!!!

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Sometimes your life is split by a single decision.

I’ve spent every day of the last seven years regretting mine: he left, and I didn’t follow. A thousand letters went unanswered, my words like petals in the wind, spinning away into nothing, taking me with them.

But now he’s back.

I barely recognize the man he’s become, but I can still see a glimmer of the boy who asked me to be his forever, the boy I walked away from when I was young and afraid.

Maybe if he’d come home under better circumstances, he could speak to me without anger in his voice. Maybe if I’d said yes all those years ago, he’d look at me without the weight of rejection in his eyes. Maybe if things were different, we would have had a chance.

One regretted decision sent him away. One painful journey bought him back to me. I only wish I could keep him.

*A contemporary romance inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion*

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Review

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Overall Rating-5
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Reviewed by Stephanie

The blurb for this book is what drew me in and then there’s the beautiful cover and the fact that the story is inspired by Jane Austen’s Persuasion. So yeah I had high hopes for this book and Staci Hart did not disappoint. Her lyrical writing style in this story paired with unforgettable characters grabs hold and takes us on a journey filled with loss, regret and at last forgiveness.

Elliot and Wade met and fell in love very young. Elliot was only seventeen years old when Wade was set to leave for the army. Plans had been made and both of them were set on following them so their time apart would not be too long. But Wade not wanting to be away from her any longer than necessary suddenly changed those plans and Elliot made a heartbreaking decision, one she has regretted every day for seven years.

“ The boy who I walked away from lived on in the wreckage of my heart, and I never stopped wishing things had been different.”

Now after seven years Wade is back because his father who is more like a father to Elliot then her own is dying. They both know they will see each other but neither is even remotely prepared for the onslaught of emotions that surface when they do. So many questions left unanswered, so many letters left unread.

“ It didn’t matter that I wished I hadn’t gone silent. Because by the time I realized my mistake, it was too big, the distance too far, the wrongs I’d done too deep and wide to breech.”

Seven years can change a person in so many ways. Elliot could still see the boy she had loved hidden behind the eyes of a broken man and he was angry and bitter towards her. Wade had never stopped loving her but he was closed off and was so afraid to take a chance to tell her how he felt. There is so much history there with these two characters and with that so much heartache of all the time they lost. The road back to each other is not an easy one and honestly it’s painful to read in parts because my heart hurt for these two characters I had grown to love so much. Wade with his quite protectiveness and Elliot with her fierce love and devotion for all those she held dear to her. If you are looking for a beautifully written second chance love story then I would highly recommend A Thousand Letters.

“ Hold onto the things that breathe life into you. Listen to your soul and honor what it tells you. Live. Fight for what you love.”

stephanie

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About the Author

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

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Domo Arigato, Mr. Toronto by Kelli Jean ~New Release w/ Review

51cma9myivl-_sy346_Just when environmental scientist Dr. Emery Bradford’s globe-trotting days seem to be winding down, she heads to Canada to help a sexy, bearded park warden, Julian Michael Jensen, investigate the unnatural wildlife and their deaths in the Algonquin Provincial Park.

The moment Julian and Emery meet, heated fireworks ignite, and keeping on task proves to be challenging as they battle their desire for one another. However, they have an important job to do that requires discretion and focus because what’s hidden in the forest threatens not only the wildlife, but possibly also their very survival, but new obstacles start to present themselves behind every rock and tree.

Can they hold on to their intensely growing attraction for each other while attempting to save Algonquin Provincial Park? Or will running for their lives destroy everything they are fighting for?

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Review

Storyline: 5
Angst: 2
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 4
Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin

Something is going on in the Algonquin Provincial Park with animals mysteriously dying but all testing has come back negative. Dr. Emery Bradford has been asked as a favor to come in and investigate with Julian Michael Jensen, a park warden. When feelings start flying between the two will they be able to keep them from interfering with their quest to save the wildlife or will whoever is behind the deaths put a stop to the attraction permanently.

“I’d told her she had nothing to worry about, that there’d be no advances toward her that could be considered inappropriate. I’d all but promised that, but…she’d let me touch her, let me hold her hand. Hold her to comfort the both of us after she flew off the edge of a small cliff. I’d kissed her and held her head to my thundering heart.

It had felt so f*cking right.

I was dying to know if she thought so too.”

Whoa! This story really was something different! Emery was badass as an environmental scientist….well…pretty much an eco-warrior helping to track down the people/companies/governments destroying the environment. And Julian…I mean Mr. Toronto…was the sexy ass, bearded and tattooed park warden who’s also an environmental activist. I was fully invested on what was happening to the animals in the park. Plus…the hot panty melting tension and sexual attraction. Here’s me inside Emery’s head – “Can I be unbiased? How can I not jump his bones? The moral dilemmas here!!!” What’s pretty cool here is Emery is the strong, rational one regarding keeping the investigation and developing relationship separate. Julian is the emotional one! Does she like me? Is she using me? Is she going to leave me? I don’t read many books with needy guys. I kind of enjoyed it.

I love the kind of books Kelli Jean writes. They are always a bit different than what I normally read which make them a nice break from the same old stuff. This one especially was fun and I hope to read about a book about their friends Abigail and Nate.
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DIRTY FILTHY RICH BOYS by Laurelin Paige ~Book Announcement

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New York Times bestselling author, Laurelin Paige introduces an all new Dirty Filthy Rich World, with Dirty Filthy Rich Boys, a FREE prequel novella coming February 27th!

Dirty Filthy Rich Boys by Laurelin Paige
Publication Date: February 27th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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When I met Donovan Kincaid, I knew he was rich. I didn’t know he was filthy. Truth be told, I was only trying to get his best friend to notice me.

I knew poor scholarship girls like me didn’t stand a chance against guys like Weston King and Donovan Kincaid, but I was in love with his world, their world, of parties and sex and power. I knew what I wanted—I knew who I wanted—until one night, their world tried to bite me back and Donovan saved me. He saved me, and then Weston finally noticed me, and I finally learned what it was to be in their world.

Because when dirty, filthy, rich boys play, they play for keeps.

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USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.

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Fake Fiancee by Ilsa Madden-Mills ~Blog Tour w/ Review & Excerpt

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Fake Fiancée by Ilsa Madden-Mills is NOW LIVE!
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They say nothing compares to your first kiss,
But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.
Our second kiss…that one was REAL.
He cradled my face like he was terrified he’d f*ck it up.
He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.
Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,
He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,
And he’d never get another piece.
A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist…
And I was lost.
I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.
I forgot we weren’t REAL.
Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist…
Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

Get ready for breathtaking kisses and dreamy football players…

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Excerpt

Max stalked over to the barrier that divided the stands from the football field and jumped it. The fans went nuts as he brushed past them, some not even realizing it until he was down the aisle. The Jumbotron followed him.

“Good Lordy, what’s he doing?” Mimi asked, clutching at her chest.

“I don’t know,” I said rather weakly, taking the chance to study him the closer he came. He was beautiful, his shoulders impossibly broad. To add to the distraction, his helmet was in his hand and all that dark brown hair was flowing around his chiseled features as if he had a fan in his face. My Viking.

“He’s coming over here,” Mimi commented.

He was. But why?

I stopped breathing . . .right when he came to a halt in front of me and knelt down on one knee.

Eyes the color of a wild ocean gazed at me.

He took my left hand in his right one.

“Max,” I breathed, my heart fluttering.

He gazed up at me. “Sunny Blaine, will you marry me?”

The stadium went wild. In a daze, I looked up at the Jumbotron and felt like I was watching this happen to someone else. Camera phones flashed all around us.

My first clear thought was I’ll kill him.

Aloud, nothing came out but a faint wheeze. Clearly someone had stuffed a giant wad of cotton in my mouth. Clearly I needed something a lot stiffer to drink than this Diet Coke. Clearly my fake boyfriend was afreaking raving lunatic.

He sat his helmet on the ground next to my feet, reached inside it and pulled out a small black box.

No, no, no!

The box opened, and my stomach churned at the sight of the large round solitaire diamond ring that was nestled on the black silk. I blinked repeatedly to clear my vision.

With deft fingers, Max eased it out of the lining and slipped it on my left hand.

I stared down at it. Then back at him.

I was going to murder the hottest quarterback in the country.

Kiss her, Kiss her, the crowd chanted.

We were the focal point of the entire world.

Max stood and tugged me up with him until we were standing. He slid his hand around my neck and pulled his face to mine. The sky was blotted out as he kissed me.

But I hadn’t said yes!

I wouldn’t say yes.

Not to a fake engagement.

The applause of the stadium was deafening. And his kiss—it was deadly. Despite my rage, my body craved him. His lips were hot, so hot, and my tongue met his with a vengeance. We kissed hard, and I nipped at him, my teeth scraping across his lips. But the only one who’d end up bleeding in this scenario was me.

He eased back to take me in, and with a final look at my face he gave a thumbs-up sign to the entire stadium. They went nuts, chanting his name.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear, letting his hand trail down my arm as he stepped back from me. He walked away backward, eyes on me the entire time. The announcers for the game told everyone who might have missed it that Max Kent had just asked his girlfriend to marry him, and she’d said yes. More cheers came as they replayed him on his knee in front of me with a giant YES written across the top.

I plopped back down in my seat. Frozen.

“. . . did you see her face? Shocked . . .”

“. . . most romantic thing in football . . .”

“. . . luckiest girl in the world . . .”

My face went hot. Even my ears burned. I wanted to crawl under a seat.

God.

What a lie.

The half ended and our offense came out to the field, snapped the ball, and Max threw it straight to Tate who ran it in for another touchdown. My chest constricted and anger churned in my gut.

I didn’t care who won.

I hated football right now.

Most of all, I hated Max Kent, and I was going to make him pay.

Review

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Angst-2
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Overall Rating-3.5
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Reviewed by Stephanie

I am a huge Ilsa Madden-Mills fan and couldn’t wait to get my hands on this book. The blurb grabbed my attention right away, and hello hot cover! All that hair…ah my fingers were itching to throw it up in a man bun. Fake Fiancee was a quick, light read with an extra side of steamy thrown in.

Desperate to get out of her home town of Snowden and away from her father, Sunny “borrows” her Fathers car and heads down the highway with no intention of looking back. But when one wrong turn sends her plunging into the icy cold water and thinks this is for sure the end for her, when she is suddenly pulled to safety by a sexy stranger.

“ God had been using his A game when he’d created my hero.”

Fast forward three years and Sunny is attending Leland University and her neighbor just so happens to be none other than Max Kent the football teams super sexy quarterback. After Sunny finds herself at his door one morning when one of his groupies smashes her car he offers her a ride to class. The chemistry between these two is instantaneous and off the charts. But Sunny does date jocks and Max’s main focus is football.

“ And so it begins. The football player and I were finally going to meet. I was going to murder him.”

Trying to push their insane sexual chemistry aside Sunny and Max quickly become great friends. Max comes up with this crazy idea. Sunny works her ass off to make ends meet and he is hoping for a Heisman nod so he needs to keep the crazy groupies away and his image squeaky clean. So what better solution then to pay her to pretend to be in a relationship with him. Three months and then back to being just friends. Sounds simple enough, right? Well between rides to school, coffee dates and tutoring sessions things start to shift and then what happens when what’s supposed to be a fake agreement now seems all so real?

“ You make me into the person I’ve always wanted to be.”

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About The Author

ilsa-madden-bioWall Street Journal best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education. When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and fuzzy pajamas.

She loves to hear from readers and fellow authors. Email her at ilsamaddenmills@gmail.com.

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Singe by Aly Martinez ~Blog Tour w/ Review & Excerpt

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She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her.

I hadn’t been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one.

Heroes aren’t always saints. Sometimes, we’re nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness.

And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds.

But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn’t the right man to save her. That is until I realized she was the one woman I’d burn the world down to protect.

Review

Storyline: 5
Angst: 1
Tissue: 0
Value: 5
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars
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Reviewed by Robin

Four years after a traumatic call, Jude is coming home to take a new job as a bodyguard. He never even thought he’d run straight into the woman of his nightmares, Rhion. Surviving the fire of her family home has left her with more scars than just the ones covering her upper body. But Rhion has moved forward the best that she can and now the man she can never stop thinking of has returned to her. Will they ever be able to talk about the night that changed them forever?

“I didn’t stop him from talking though, because as he stood there, eyes closed, lost in his voice. Lost in his scent. Lost in his touch. Lost in him. It ignited a piece of myself that had long since smothered out.

Desire.

And I basked in it like I was experiencing my first ray of sunshine.

For over ten minutes, I allowed Jude to drain his conscience with broken thoughts and slurred sentences, and through it all, I clung to him as though I could alleviate his pain. And I hoped more than anything else that I actually could. After all, I owed him. More than I’d ever be able to repay.”

Aw…another sexy, fun, emotional, suspenseful romance! As I was reading this story I realized what I loved so much about all of her books. It’s that slow, sexy tease. 20% in….oh man…am I going to get some sex…oh, it’s hot but they’re teasing me. A little further we have that feisty, erotic banter maybe…nope. They are just feeling each other up…I mean out. I love the foreplay!!!! But this story is so much more than sex. I love how Jude had been a little bit broken from his role in that night. Rhion definitely in her own strange way had dealt with the night much more healthily than Jude’s keeping everything bottled up inside. I love the stories where the heroine and the hero need to heal each other. And then there’s the twist. We have some stalking and fear for her life added to the mix. Throw me a twist and you have me forever.

I am so excited that there were like a million bodyguards so we hopefully get all of their stories. Johnson? Alex? Come on boys! Tell me all of your dirty secrets. Shhh….I won’t share.
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Excerpt

Chapter One

Jude

“Tomorrow, it’s on me,” I said, standing up off the barstool.

Behind the bar, Carmen waggled her eyebrows, seductively calling out, “Funny, I could be on you tonight if you stayed awhile longer.”

I laughed at her innuendo and tossed her a wink. “I gotta get home, babe. Seven a.m. comes way too early.”

“Well, offer’s on the table,” she purred.

It always was with her. And, if I wasn’t careful, I’d eventually take her up on it.

Not that sleeping with Carmen wouldn’t have been good. But, when you find a cheap bar only five minutes from your house, you don’t fuck that up by dipping your cock into the bartender.

“Later, Carmen,” I called, pushing the door open and heading to my car.

I wasn’t out of the parking lot before I heard, “Officer Levitt? We’ve got an alarm going off in Park Hill. You mind taking a look on your way home?”

Banging my head back against the headrest, I groaned to myself. Park Hill was about as “on my way home” as swinging past California on the way to Maine.

Switching my radio to my other hand, I complained, “I’m off the clock, Jocelyn.” I had been for several hours, even if I hadn’t made it home yet.

She laughed. “I’m sorry, but you’re the only one remotely close. I had to send two cars out to the Laslows’ to break up another argument between Cam and his old man.”

“They at it again?” I asked.

“Apparently, Cam told Lindsey he didn’t want the baby. Lindsey told his dad. Old Man Laslow lost his mind.”

I chuckled, putting my blinker on and then doing a U-turn in the middle of the empty road. “Christ. I bet he did. I know the man’s seventy-five, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to go toe-to-toe with him.”

“I’m with you on that. So…you gonna head out to Park Hill?” she asked in a sugary-sweet tone.

I grumbled deep in my chest. “You’re gonna owe me some of that banana bread for this. I missed it the other day when you brought it up to the station.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” She giggled. “However, as a personal thank-you from the state of Illinois, Park County, and the owners of Park Hill, I’ll bring you in a loaf on Friday. Deal?”

“Deal. I’m en route now.”

“Stay safe, and radio in with your report.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, knowing exactly how much thirty-year-old Jocelyn loved being called ma’am by a twenty-five-year-old man.

“Don’t you—”

“Gotta go.” I turned the volume down to mute her, grinning to myself as I flipped my lights and siren on.

I’d been a cop for two years. And, in that time, I’d been out to the privately owned Park Hill estate at least a dozen times. It wasn’t unusual for the alarm on the mansion to get triggered. It never amounted to anything. The expansive estate was on the very edge of the county, and trouble didn’t usually travel that far out. More often than not, a bird at a window or a bumbling new member of the grounds crew would accidentally trip the alarm. Truth was, no one actually lived in Park Hill. The owners visited sporadically. But, for the majority of the time, it remained empty.

Some minutes later, I cut my siren as I pulled up to the entrance. The cold air assaulted me as I stepped out of my patrol car with my flashlight in hand and aimed at the keypad on the massive security gate that blocked the driveway off. That damn thing alone had to have cost more than I’d make in a lifetime. Forget about the house inside.

The smell of wood burning in a fireplace wafted through the night air. I guessed someone was home for a visit.

I typed in the emergency code on the gate panel and then climbed back in my car and made my way down the tree-lined driveway. I’d spent the day on patrol, and, with the exception of some minor vandalism across town, it had been a slow one.

Though, in the blink of an eye, that would change.

Along with my entire life.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed as the main house came into view on the top of the hill.

After throwing my car in park, I jumped on the radio at my shoulder. I could barely get the words out as I slung my door open and took off at a dead sprint.

“This is Officer Levitt! I need fire support at Park Hill immediately!”

And then I froze as a wave of adrenaline crashed into me like a tsunami.

An inferno roared in the night sky, but it was the small silhouette of a woman perched outside a third-floor window, smoke pouring out all around her, that knocked the breath out of me. My heart stopped, but my feet continued to pound against the pavement.

Jocelyn’s voice caught me. “What’s going on?”

“I need medical too!” I barked as I got closer. “The whole damn place is in flames and there’s a woman trapped!”

The woman’s long, black hair blew out behind her like a battered flag whipping in a storm. I couldn’t make out her face or her skin color or even guess at her age for the black soot covering her, but her fear was unmistakable.

And unforgettable.

“Hang on!” I yelled up to her.

“Oh my God!” she screamed before it turned into a fit of coughing. “Help me!”

“Hang on! Don’t let go!”

Frantically, I searched the perimeter for a way in, but it wasn’t only her house that was on fire. Flames were encompassing her. The yard and all the surrounding flowerbeds. Top to bottom. The first and second floors were completely engulfed, and if the sound of shattering windows was any indication, it was quickly making its way up to the third floor—to her.

“No! Don’t leave me!” she screamed, panic thick in her garbled voice, as I started around the side of the house.

A wall of heat stopped me in my tracks. Throwing an arm up, I did my best to block my face while scanning the building for any possible entry—or, in her case, exit.

But there wasn’t a surface of that house that wasn’t ablaze.

Except the roof.

Son of a bitch.

I spoke into the radio. “I need an ETA on fire.”

Jocelyn replied, “They’re on their way. Five minutes out.”

I didn’t have one minute, much less five.

Fuck.

My pulse quickened, sending blood thundering in my ears. I was a cop. I’d trained for chaos. I should have been able to come up with a solution for a situation like this, but they didn’t teach you how to conquer the impossible at the Academy.

And, as I took inventory of the flames dancing beneath her, I knew that was exactly what I was up against.

My gut wrenched as I helplessly sped back around the house. She appeared almost childlike, hovering barefoot on that narrow brick ledge, but her long-sleeve top and her loose-fitting pants clung to the body of a woman.

Jesus Christ! Where was that fucking fire truck?

“Is anyone else in the house?” I yelled up to her.

Not that I could have helped them, either. Short of running into a burning building, on what would surely be a suicide mission, there was not one thing I could do. And didn’t that little reality feel like a wrecking ball to the chest.

“No!” she cried, a loud sob lodging in her throat. It turned into more coughing, her body shaking violently with every heave.

I fisted my hands at my sides as my anxiety spiraled higher.

“Please. Do something!” she begged.

I ground my teeth together and once again glanced around as if a water hose and a ladder were going to suddenly appear out of nowhere. “Hang tight, okay? Fire trucks are on their way.”

“I can’t hold on much longer!” she cried.

“Yes, you can,” I demanded.

“I…I think I need to jump,” she coughed out.

I assessed the massive fire below her. I’d never be able to reach her before it swallowed her. But there was no way I’d be able to stand by and watch her burn.

No. If she jumped off that ledge, she was going to get us both killed.

“Don’t you dare,” I barked. “Don’t even think about it. Two minutes. They’ll be here.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Two minutes,” I repeated. “Hold—”

Suddenly, a window to her left exploded, shooting glass and flames in all directions.

I covered my face as she screamed in a paralyzing mixture of fear and agony. It cut me so deep that I knew I’d bear the scars for the rest of my life, and that had nothing to do with the glass and everything to do with the heavy weight of my failure already lingering in the smoke-filled air.

When I opened my eyes again, I caught a glimpse of orange flickering in the window behind her. Panic built in my chest.

“You need to move!” I yelled.

She shook her head and continued to cough and cry.

But it wasn’t an option. I couldn’t help her. Though I damn sure refused to watch her die.

“Please. Just listen to me.” I swallowed hard. “You can’t stay there.” I looked to the roof.

Sending her higher seemed wrong and went against everything I’d learned in my limited fire training. But fuck, my options were having her jump into a conflagration or scale up the side of a building in hopes of buying us the precious minutes needed for the fire department to arrive.

Drawing in a smoke-filled breath, I made a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. “You need to climb up to the roof.”

“I can’t!” she shrieked.

My stomach twisted, but I gentled my voice. “Look, I know you’re scared. But I’m right here. I’ll help guide you up, but, sweetheart, it’s bearing down on you. You gotta move, and I mean now.”

She choked on a mouthful of smoke as she attempted to look over her shoulder.

“You’re going to be fine. I swear to you,” I lied. “But you have to move.”

“I’m not going to make it!” She had to have yelled it in order for me to hear her, but I felt her defeat slither over my skin like a whispered goodbye.

I took a long step forward, too focused on her to feel the heat singeing my skin. “Yes, you are!” I declared. “Move your ass up to the roof and we’ll both be out of here in time for breakfast.”

Her gaze landed on mine, tears forging paths down her soot-covered cheeks, her disbelief obvious even from yards away. “Are you sure?”

It was a ridiculous question. It wasn’t like I could make any guarantees. It was fire, for God’s sake. But that didn’t stop me from covering my heart with my palm and vowing, “I swear on my life you’re going to make it through this.”

Her hesitation was evident, but with one last sob, she inched her small body farther out onto the narrow ledge, reaching the tips of her shaking fingers out for the windowsill above her.

“Good girl,” I praised, a fraction of relief washing over me.

And then I sucked in a sharp breath as one of her shaking legs slipped out from under her.

“No!” I yelled.

On instinct, I rushed toward the flames, my arms stretched out in the air as though I could catch her.

A scalding heat blistered my face and forced me to stop, but the real pain was in my chest. I watched in horror for what felt like a lifetime as she fought to right herself, her dainty arms flailing like a wounded butterfly frantically trying to catch the wind.

But there was none to be found.

My heart lurched into my throat, and my breath seized in my lungs.

And then a deep, guttural sound tore through me, shredding me from the inside out, as I watched her fall.

I woke up in a cold sweat. It wasn’t exactly something new. I’d been dreaming of Butterfly for over four years. She always flew directly into the flames, screaming as I stood helpless to save her.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I cradled my head in my hands and tried to pretend I was okay. That wasn’t exactly something new, either. I could still feel the heat on the back of my neck. My lungs were still thick with smoke. The

pressure in my chest never left me.

The distance while I was living in LA had helped. But, in the week since I’d been back in Illinois, I’d woken up every morning at that blazing house. I didn’t even have to be asleep for the memories to assault me.

I should have gone back to sleep. It was my first day at my new job, and the last thing I needed was to show up haggard and sleep-deprived. But, as I’d learned over the years, another fiery butterfly awaited me on the other side of REM. No way I was volunteering for that.

I pushed myself off the bed and tugged a T-shirt on, preparing to head down to the hotel gym with hopes that I could outrun the mental fog that had been hovering over me since I’d returned. There was a reason I’d thrown all of my shit in my car and driven as far as I could all those years ago.

Yet, somehow, I’d come full circle.

But I’d come back a different man.

At least that’s what I’d told myself as the deafening roar of doubt had overwhelmed me the moment I’d driven across the state line.

Regardless, it had been time to go home.

I’d been gone too long.

Or, as I’d decided as I’d passed the exit to Park County, not nearly long enough.

About The Author

aly-martinez-bioBorn and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five- including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

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