We are just days away from Christmas and the end of 2015. Looking back over the months, I wonder where the year went? It seems like yesterday we were just starting 2015, and now 2016 is looming in front of us.
I looked back at the 2015 goals I wrote in January. I didn't achieve everything I had planned, but I did accomplish several things.
I wrote and published
Lauren's Mate, Bryant Station Curves, book 5
Bailey's Secret, Briary Creek Wolves, book 1
Chance to Love Again, Tangled Fates, stand-alone
Wolf for Christmas, Tangled Fates, stand-alone
I have several outlines at various stages.
Several ideas are in development.
I managed to lose 30 pounds.
I am happy with my accomplishments. What were your accomplishments in 2015?
She was not going to admit defeat, at
least when it came to the house. Her love life…now that was a different story.
She wanted a husband and children, but she was beginning to believe it was not
going to happen.
A letter to Santa brings the only man Melanie ever loved
back into her life, but the reunion is bittersweet. Melanie desperately wants
him, but she knows he does not want her.Finn rejected her in high school.
Forced on vacation, Finn finds himself face-to-face with the
only woman he will ever love, and the one woman he hurt the most with his cruel
Can Finn prove to Melanie that he really loves her?
Will Melanie follow her heart and give Finn a second chance?
The sweet, faint scent of honey and oranges had
teased him all morning. His bear wanted to go in and find the source of the
scent, but Adam had kept a tight hold on him. Coming face-to-face with his
beautiful mate had changed the game.
One girl. Two wolves. Promised to one. Destined for the other.
To escape the cruel, overbearing, Kade, the Yukon Pack alpha she’s
been promised to, Bailey Whitehill flees her home in search of a new
life, one of freedom where she can make her own choices. However, Kade
will stop at nothing to make her his and begins the hunt.
As Bailey starts her new life, everything she’s known to be true, is
not. Time is of the essence and choices have to be made or consequences
suffered. Not only does Bailey fear Kade, but another danger lurks deep
in the recesses of the forest. Unbeknownst to her, that danger is what
she’s been searching for all along. At the turn of the moon, her fate
hangs in the balance . . . and it’s up to her to make the right choice.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is
a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and
two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she
worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain
hikes, white water rafting, and you can't forget the passion for
singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night
before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.
from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over seventeen
novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series,
the Gloves Off series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and
Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also
loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it
would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
Leo is the calm guy. The nice
guy. The one nobody screws with. So could someone explain that to Meena
so she stops driving him insane—with desire.
When Meena literally throws herself at Leo and declares he’s her
mate, his first reaction is to deny—and run far, far away. This
lion/tiger mix doesn’t do drama and chaos. Problem is, once he sets eyes
on her, he can’t help but want the vivacious blonde with plus-sized
curves, perfect for a big man like himself.
He wants her even if it breaks all his rules when it comes to women.
Wants her even if she destroys his serenity.
Wants her more than a perfectly grilled piece of steak with a dash of garlic, pepper, and salt.
Thing is, someone else wants her too.
This poor omega is about to have his world turned upside down, which
means everyone better watch out because when Leo experiences love,
jealousy, and frustration for the first time, he doesn’t just snap—he
Leo was just minding his own
business when he heard someone shout, “Heads up! Or is that heads down?”
Either way it didn’t matter. Leo
caught the Frisbee with his noggin, which, given he was in the lobby of the
condo complex he lived in, didn’t impress him one bit.
Some might have acted on that
irritation—gone after the Frisbee tosser and scalped her. Others would have
engaged in an unladylike tussle. But as the Pride’s omega, he had a certain
standard to adhere to. Leo let the irritation roll off his really wide—so wide
the college football coach almost cried when he wouldn’t play—shoulders.
With a nonchalance and calm that Leo
strove to teach others, he kept walking toward the elevator, which happened to
be where the purple disc landed. He refrained from crushing it. No need to
blame the disc just because its thrower had poor aim.
An unfamiliar scent—feline and
delicious—surrounded and brushed past him as a woman skipped by, intent on the
Frisbee. The blonde, whom he didn’t recognize, stooped over to grab the plastic
disc, her cropped athletic shorts molding every curve of her made-for-gripping
ass and nibble-worthy thighs.
Everything about her was big, bold,
And it wasn’t just
his inner beast that thought so.
is this delicious handful? He
didn’t recall meeting her, and he certainly wouldn’t have forgotten her.
The unknown woman straightened and
faced him, and by face him, he meant almost eye to eye, which was unheard of
given he boasted a height of almost seven feet. Yet this woman with the wicked
curves must have stood at least six foot one or a touch more.
She wasn’t dainty, not by any
stretch, not with the way her impressive breasts strained at her T-shirt,
distorting the cartoon on it that said, Delicate Freakn’ Flower.
Her indented waist was accented by the flare of her hips, the quirk of her lips
matched by the mirth in her eyes.
While not a man to allow himself to
indulge in strong emotion, Leo was suddenly possessed of a powerful urge to
drag this woman into his arms and…do decadent things that would get even his
steady heart racing.
“Well, hello there, big fellow. I
don’t think we’ve met.”
Indeed they hadn’t, or he would have
remembered her—and remembered to avoid her because anyone could see by the
saucy tilt to her hips and the appraising look in her eye that she spelled
Leo didn’t do trouble. He preferred
calm moments. Serene outings. Quiet evenings. Very quiet. A quiet she disrupted
with her Frisbee antics, so he took her to task. “You’re not supposed to play
Frisbee inside. It’s one of the association rules.” He’d know since he helped
Leo liked rules, and he expected
people to follow them. When any group of predators lived in close proximity,
keeping hot tempers under control was important, hence his job to enforce the
edicts and keep the peace.
“Aw, come on. Are you telling me
there’s no playing inside either?” Her plump lower lip jutted. “Do you know I
got in trouble by a nice policeman for playing on the street? Which was totally
unfair. As if it was my fault that guy wasn’t pay attention and rear ended
someone at the red light.”
“You were playing in the road?”
“Road, sidewalk, does it really
matter? What’s more important is, if I can’t play inside, and I can’t play
outside, where is a girl supposed to play?”
Upstairs, eleventh floor, condo unit
1101. His bedroom had plenty of room. Of course the sport he pictured didn’t
involve any props. Nor did it include any clothes. But telling her she could
play with him naked probably wasn’t the answer she looked for. “We don’t play
in the city. Not enough room. That’s what the ranch is for.”
“Ah, the farm. That place is still
“You know of it?” He frowned. While
not a closely guarded secret, only those with permission were allowed on the
property. Since Leo tended to curate that list, he tended to know anyone who
visited. But he couldn’t place her. “Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you
“Yeah, it’s been a while since I
visited. That’s what happens when a girl gets banned for a few years because of
a few silly misunderstandings. Explode one carved pumpkin and people lose their
minds. I see the lobby got repainted, no permanent harm done.”
Banned? Wait a second. He did know
who this lady was. He’d heard Arik mention something about a cousin on his father’s
side visiting for a bit. His words were actually, “Damned uncle asked me to let
the brat come and hide out for a bit while some kind of calamity blows over in
To which Leo replied, “You know you
can use the word ‘no’. I find it quite effective if I don’t want to get
embroiled in unsavory situations.” The word no helped prevent a lot of
Arik had laughed. “Say no to my
uncle? Not happening. You haven’t met him yet. He’s the one guy I know who
would make you look normal sized and when he’s not threatening to twist you
into a pretzel, he’s the nicest guy you ever met. He’s also besieged by a set
of troublemaking daughters.”
Both of whom had been banned by the
previous pride alpha for causing too much damage and being a general nuisance.
While she had only recently arrived,
Leo could already understand why the old king banished her. “You’re that
troublemaker from out West, aren’t you?”
“Me, a troublemaker?” She fluttered
her lashes. The problem was, with a mouth like hers, twisted into a smirk, she
failed at the whole innocent look. “No, that’s my sister, Teena. I’m Meena, her
twin, more commonly known as catastrophe. But you can call me your mate.”
With that, she flung herself on him
and planted a big, juicy smooch on his lips.
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