Growing up as
the only girl on all-male hockey team, Coreene Callahan knows a thing or two
about tough guys and loves to write characters inspired by them. Call it
kismet. Call it payback after years of locker room talk and ice rink antics,
but whatever you call it, the action better be heart stopping, the magic
electric, and the story wicked, good fun.After graduating with honors in psychology and working as an interior designer, she finally gave in and returned to her first love: writing. Her debut novel, Fury of Fire, was a finalist in the New Jersey Romance Writers Golden Leaf Contest in two categories: Best First Book and Best Paranormal. She combines her love of romance, adventure and writing with her passion for history in her novels. She lives in Canada with her family, a fun-loving golden retriever, and her wild imaginary world.
Blurb:
Trapped by a future
she refuses to face…
Accused of cyber espionage by the United States government, ethical hacker Ivy Macpherson is now on the FBI’s most wanted list. Out of options, she runs, desperate for time to prove her innocence. When fate takes an unexpected turn, bringing her face-to-face with Tydrin, she must decide—trust a man more dangerous than the hunters on her trail to keep her safe. Or risk capture by a covert agency well known for ruthlessness.
Condemned by a past he doesn’t want to remember…
Cursed with a
terrible temper, Scottish dragon-warrior Tydrin struggles to atone for a
mistake that took innocent lives. Unable to forgive himself, he returns to the
scene of his crime in hopes of finding absolution, but discovers a woman in
need of his help instead. Intervening in the nick of time, he whisks Ivy to
safety, only to realize the daughter of the family he wronged is the one
destined to steal his heart.
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Excerpt:
The climb over the high stone wall almost killed her. The
half mile trek across the cemetery in the dark hadn’t helped much either. Not
that Ivy Macpherson could afford to complain. Not after escaping with little
more than the clothes on her back. She was alive and mobile, and no matter how
screwed up the situation, she refused to take it for granted. Gratitude
surfaced along with her relief. On her knees in the dirt, she bowed her head. A
cold breeze flicked over the nape of her neck. She shivered and, closing her
eyes, offered up a quick prayer. An inadequate way to say thank you maybe, but…
By God, she’d made it.
All right, so it hadn’t been smooth sailing. She’d been lucky. So damn fortunate to have gotten out of Washington D.C. in one piece. Quick wits had helped. A friend with questionable business contacts had done the rest, providing fake ID, some cash, and a one way trip to the UK. A rough ride by any standards. To be expected given the circumstances. The crew aboard the freightliner Mary Frances would never be called sweethearts. Or embody kindness.
She should know. After a week of hiding out on the open seas—of scrubbing pots, mopping floors, and dodging the cop-a-feel Captain—Ivy now understood the meaning of hard work. Manuel labor at its finest. Sexual harassment at its worst. Not a bit like her regular job. But then, the terrified and on the run couldn’t be choosy.
Neither could a hacker accused of espionage by the US government.
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