Amanda Stevens was born and raised in the foothills of the Ozarks, an area known for its lakes and mountains, arts and crafts, and—more important to Amanda’s journey—folklore and superstition. She learned from an early age to fear black cats, ladders, and broken mirrors. A risk-taker, she now resides with all three. Amanda has always been drawn to the dark side. Ghost stories remain her passion and she plans a book in the not-too-distant future about Ozark witchcraft. In preparation, she’s started an egg tree.

After high school, Amanda moved to Memphis where she learned two things: 1) despite growing up in a town of just under 800 people, she was a big city girl at heart, and 2) being a tax examiner for the IRS was akin to languishing in a coma. Thankfully, the job was seasonal and finding herself with a traveling husband and a lot of alone time, she became an even more voracious reader—devouring as much science fiction, fantasy, and horror as she could lay hands on while nurturing a burgeoning affinity for romantic suspense.

The eighties brought a move to Texas, enrollment at the University of Houston as an English major, big hair, and the publication of her first novel, a Silhouette romantic suspense titled Killing Moon (inspired by the haunting Echo and the Bunnymen tune). The second book, The Dreaming (™Kate Bush), sold a short while later, and then with the birth of her twins came a four-year hiatus from writing.

After a decade at Silhouette writing for the Intimate Moments, Desire, and Shadows lines, Amanda moved to Harlequin Intrigue where she spent another (very exciting) ten years before the publication of her mainstream psychological thriller, The Dollmaker by MIRA Books. Two more thrillers followed and then another break to figure out, after more than twenty years and fifty books, what the heck she really wanted to write. A Google search for unusual occupations inspired the concept for a cemetery restorer who sees ghosts and voila! A hybrid paranormal/mystery/romance evolved. The Restorer, the first book in The Graveyard Queen series, hit bookstores in May, 2011.

Meanwhile, simmering on the backburner—a paranormal mystery series about a funeral videographer who reanimates corpses, a young adult series that mixes teen angst with anarchy and soul jumping, along with an odd assortment of short stories, online serials, and blog ramblings.

Amanda is a member of the International Thriller Writers, Mystery Writers of America, Romance Writers of America and the Depeche Mode Fan Club. She is a two-time Rita finalist and the recipient of career achievement awards in Series Romantic Suspense and Series Romantic Mystery from Romantic Times Magazine, as well as a citation presented by her peers in recognition of having traveled the farthest to her class reunion. She remains a voracious reader, an Internet junkie, and a bedazzler extraordinaire.

The Kingdom

Why is there a cemetery at the bottom of Bell Lake? Why am I drawn time and again to a hidden grave I’ve discovered in the woods? Something is eating away at the soul of this town–this withering kingdom–and it will only be restored if I can uncover the truth.

–Kindle and Me

The Kingdom is the second installment in this series and I have to admit that I think its even better than the first book. Amanda Stevens has delivered another story that will have your heart pumping, your blood racing, and your mind trying to piece together all the clues.

–Reading Lark

There have been four books in my reading lifetime that have completely blown me away and reminded me why I love a good book. One of them happens to be The Kingdom. It completely blew my expectations out of the water and really made one hell of an impact.

–Wicked Little Pixie

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From behind the obscurity of dark-tinted sunglasses, Deirdre Smallwood observed the mélange of beachgoers strutting across the sand in an array of skimpy bikinis, colorful sarongs, and bare skin. She glanced down at her ankle-length sundress–one of four she’d bought specifically for this trip to Hawaii–and felt overdressed.

Deirdre nestled her head against the beach chair and let the sun warm her face. Thinking about the twenty-degree temps back in New York, she was glad she’d finally given in to her sister-in-law, Paige’s, insistence that Deirdre join her and Deirdre’s younger brother, Torrian, in Hawaii for the NFL Pro Bowl.

Torrian’s ticket to the Pro Bowl had been punched the minute the New York Sabers lost the NFC Divisional Playoff game. Coaching the Pro Bowl was a nice consolation prize, but Deirdre knew her brother would much rather have had the Sabers finally make a Super Bowl appearance. Still, a trip to Hawaii on the NFL’s dime was nothing to cry over.

At first Deirdre had agreed to join them just to shut Paige up, but it was the invitation to participate in a celebrity chef cook-off that had sealed the deal. The NFL-sponsored event would raise money for outreach programs in urban areas around the country, something that was near and dear to her heart. Deirdre had to confess that being regarded as a celebrity had been one heck of an ego stroke, too.

As the gentle breeze grazed her skin, she acknowledged that there were worse ways to spend a week. Deirdre sucked in a lungful of salt-tinged air and caught a whiff of something spicy drifting from the resort’s poolside restaurant. The exotic aroma reminded her that her own restaurant back in Manhattan was running low on turmeric. Had she added it to this month’s supply list? Her sous-chef would be submitting the order tomorrow.

Darn it.

Deirdre pulled out her cell phone and speed-dialed the number for The Fire Starter Grille, but she disconnected the call before it could go through. The world would not end if the kitchen staff ran out of turmeric.

“The restaurant will be fine. You’re here to relax,” she reminded herself. She settled back onto the lounge chair and inhaled a relaxing breath. Seconds later, she jerked to attention at Paige’s yell.

“Deirdre!”

Hand on her chest, Deirdre turned and motioned for Paige, who fit right in with the rest of the bikini-clad beachcombers. Her brother’s wife was gorgeous, with her short, cropped haircut and slim figure. Much to Deirdre’s relief, she was just as beautiful on the inside.

When Paige reached her, Deirdre made a show of looking at her wrist, even though she wasn’t wearing a watch. “What happened? You were supposed to meet me out here an hour ago,” she said.

“I’m sorry I’m late, but I got distracted,” Paige said.

“Doing what?”

“You probably don’t want me to answer that since you always give me a look when I mention having sex with your brother–”

Deirdre held up a hand. “Just stop right there.”

Paige pointed at her. “See, that’s the look.” She stretched out on the lounge chair. “It’s gorgeous out here, isn’t it? A nice change from that sweltering kitchen.”

It was on the tip of Deirdre’s tongue to remind her sister-in-law that she enjoyed working in the restaurant’s sweltering kitchen.

“Do you still want to tour the resort, or do you want to just hang out here for a while?” Paige asked.

“I’ve already toured the resort.”

Paige’s head popped up. “All of it? I’m not that late, am I?”

“I’ve been wandering around this place for the past two hours. I tried taking a nap earlier, but I couldn’t relax.”

A wicked smile tipped up the corner of Paige’s mouth. “I could recommend something, but you’d just tell me to shut up.”

“Shut up,” Deirdre snapped. “You’re worse than guys when it comes to all this sex talk.”

“See, I was going to suggest getting a drink. Get your mind out of the gutter.” Paige stuck her tongue out as she signaled for one of the waiters Deirdre had spied bringing colorful drinks to patrons on the beach for the past half hour.

“Aloha, ladies.” The waiter, barefoot and dressed in white shorts, pulled a couple of leis from the bunch gathered in the crook of his arm and draped it around each of their necks. “What can I get you?”

“A pomegranate martini,” Paige replied.

“Fruit punch with extra ice,” Deirdre said.

“Whoa, there,” Paige drawled. “You sure you don’t want to start with something a little less crazy? Cran-Apple juice, maybe?”

The young waiter’s mouth curved in a grin.

“The fruit punch is fine,” Deirdre told him. When he walked away, she turned to Paige. “Did you bring me to Hawaii just to make fun of me?”

“No, I brought you here so you can have a little fun. Who goes on vacation and orders fruit punch?”

“You know I’m not a drinker.”

“I didn’t say you had to get drunk. You can start with something harmless, like a frozen pina colada. It’ll help you loosen up.”

“I’m loose,” Deirdre said. Paige let out a mirthless snort. “Okay, so I’m not loose yet, but I’m working on it.”

“After a week of this, I don’t think you’ll have a choice. I’m ready to lie back and do absolutely nothing. Don’t tell Torrian, but I am so happy he’ll be tied up in meetings and practices all week.”

“He told me that he’ll be busier as a coach than he ever was as a player,” Deirdre said. She ran her thumb along the silky petals of the lei. “Paige?” She waited for her sister-in-law to look over at her. “I know Torrian is here to work, but this still doesn’t feel right. This is like your honeymoon. I feel in the way.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” Paige warned. “This is not my honeymoon, and I don’t want you putting that idea in your brother’s head. He promised me a honeymoon in the Azores when the season is over, and I plan to collect. Now, stop all this nonsense about being in the way.”

Despite her sister-in-law’s protest, Deirdre couldn’t help but feel like a third wheel. The kind that squeaked and wiggled and slowed down the rest of the cart.

“Besides,” Paige continued. “The Pro Bowl is just one of the reasons we came to Hawaii. We’re also here to celebrate your birthday.”

“Don’t remind me,” Deirdre groaned.

“Didn’t I tell you that forty is the new twenty,” Paige said.

Deirdre ticked the items off on her hand. “Pregnant, working two jobs and taking care of my teenaged brother by myself. I don’t want to be reminded of my twenties.”

Paige winced. “Damn, girl. You are way overdue for a break. Just one more reason to enjoy this vacation.”

The waiter returned with their drinks, handing Deirdre a hollowed-out pineapple with a paper umbrella sticking out of the top. Paige took a healthy sip from her fuchsia-colored martini and let out a sigh. “Now this is how you relax.”

Deirdre frowned into her icy fruit punch. “I’m not sure I even know how to relax anymore,” she answered honestly. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a minute for myself.”

“Exactly!” Paige pointed an impaled olive at her before biting it off the tip of the toothpick. “And even when you do have the opportunity to relax, you don’t take advantage of it. It’s as if you have some aversion to having a good time.”

“That is not true,” Deirdre protested.

“That is so true,” Paige insisted. “Forget that I had to practically get on my knees and beg you to take an all-expenses paid trip to Hawaii. You never want to do even the simple stuff. Every time I invite you to join me at one of Torrian’s away games, or to have a girl’s only weekend, you come up with some excuse. You even refused to dance at Torrian’s and my wedding reception.”

“So I don’t dance in public. Sue me,” Deirdre said. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know how to enjoy myself.”

Paige tipped her sunglasses down and peered at Deirdre over the rim. “Should I bring up the Theo issue?”

Deirdre choked on the sip of punch she’d just swallowed. “Excuse me? What’s the Theo issue?”

“Oh, don’t give me that. You know for a while there that man was all into you.”

Was was the operative word, Deirdre mused. Theo may have been interested in her at one time, but she had managed to ice any warm feelings he may have had toward her. These days he barely spoke two words to her on the rare occasions they happened to see each other. She’d taken to staying away from the brownstone on those afternoons when she knew he’d be in Torrian’s basement/rec room for the ritualistic dominoes game they played along with two other teammates, Cedric Reeves and Jared Dawson.

“Theo Stokes is nothing more to me than one of Torrian’s friends,” Deirdre stated. She refused to acknowledge the stab of hurt that accompanied the admission.

“Because that’s all you allow him to be,” Paige argued. “If you gave him the chance, Theo would still be willing to be a lot more. Take a risk, girl. What are you so afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of anything?” Deirdre scoffed. “I’m just…not interested,” she lied.

“I don’t know why not. They don’t get much sexier than Theo.”

“I’ll let my brother know you think so,” Deirdre drawled.

“Oh, you know what I mean. Admit it, Dee, Theo is pretty damn hot, and he is as sweet as can be. I think spending time with him would do you some good. Too much of your life revolves around Torrian, Dante and that restaurant. It’s not healthy.”

“My brother has put me in charge of the restaurant,” Deirdre pointed out.

“And it has a very capable staff. They can survive a night or two without its head chef. And Torrian and Dante can both take care of themselves. Though I question that about Torrian sometimes. You’ve spoiled that boy.”

Deirdre couldn’t refute her sister-in-law’s claim. She knew she’d spoiled both her brother and her son. But taking care of them had been her main objective for so long, she didn’t know how not to focus on them.

“You need to stop worrying about everyone else and concentrate on you for a change.” Paige said. “You’re in Hawaii, girl. Let your hair down. Do something crazy.”

“I didn’t put on any sunscreen before I left my room. That crazy enough for you?” Deirdre inquired with a fair amount of sarcasm.

Her sister-in-law let out an exasperated snort. “I mean it, Deirdre. You need to stop hiding from life and start living it.” Paige pointed at her. “I know. Tonight after dinner, you and me at the hotel karaoke bar.”

“No way,” Deirdre said. “Feel free to make a fool of yourself, but don’t ask me to join you.”

“Coward.” Paige remarked. Her cell phone rang from within the straw bag she’d carried with her. “Hi baby,” Paige answered, leaving Deirdre no doubt of who was on the other end of the line. “Now? I just got out here.” A pause. “Fine Torrian. I’ll be up to the room in a few minutes,” she said before disconnecting.

Deirdre held up a hand. “If that was a booty call, I don’t want to hear about it.”

“Didn’t I tell you to get your mind out of the gutter?” Paige admonished. “There’s a cocktail mixer for the coaching staff and Torrian wants me to go with him. I didn’t realize I would be on NFL wife duty for this trip,” Paige grumbled. She tipped her head back and drained her martini glass. “Our dinner reservations are at seven thirty. I would offer to meet you at your room, but I don’t know how long this meet-and-greet thing is supposed to last.”

“I think I’m enough of a grown-up to find the restaurant on my own.”

“Look who has the nerve to get sassy.” Paige laughed. “Why don’t you act like a grown-up and order yourself a real drink before you leave here,” her sister-in-law said as she got up from the lounge chair. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you.” Deirdre waved as Paige headed toward the hotel.

Bringing her gaze back to the aquamarine waves crashing gently along the beach’s shoreline, she mulled over some of the things Paige had accused her of.

She knew how to have fun, Deirdre mentally asserted. Hadn’t she just attended a dinner party given by Torrian’s ex-teammate, Jared Dawson and his fiancée, Chyna McCrea? Of course, she had catered the event, so her attendance was required, but she hadn’t stayed in the back the entire evening fussing over the food. She’d mingled. At least for a few minutes. Hadn’t she?

Deirdre brought the straw to her lips but lowered the pineapple before she could take a sip, frowning as an unsettling picture began to materialize. When was the last time she’d done anything other people might consider fun? Even though she enjoyed the time she spent at the restaurant, that was still technically work. Cooking at home probably didn’t count either.

She had not consciously considered that her life was lacking anything, but Deirdre couldn’t deny the bouts of discontent she’d experienced leading up to this trip. Her dissatisfaction was so apparent it had prompted concern from both Paige and Torrian, which was why they had both insisted she join them here in Hawaii.

Maybe Paige was right. Maybe she did need to loosen up, take a risk or two.

But she was not singing karaoke, Deirdre decided. She wasn’t that crazy.

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Known for her big smile and infectious laugh, Jennifer Morey writes her happy endings in Denver, Colorado, where she lives with her real-life hero and their pet store–three dogs: Maddie, “Booger” and “Dug,” and plenty of fish. A twin with five amazing brothers and sisters and an invincible dad, it’s no wonder she’s so effervescent. Don’t let the quiet moments fool you!

Jennifer’s first stories were inspired by her childhood love of Man O’ War, Secretariat, and The Black Stallion, by Walter Farley. Bubbles of dialogue above cartoon drawings of horses led to hand-written tales of adolescent love. Years later, and two months after graduating from Colorado State University with a BS in geology, her mother died suddenly and changed the course of her life. The writer in her resurfaced, and she pursued a serious career.

Associate Project Manager for the Spacecraft Systems Segment of a satellite imagery company, Jennifer works with the International Traffic in Arms Regulations and cat-herds her rocket scientist co-workers. When not writing or trying not to daydream at work, she can be found playing volleyball, hiking, flower gardening, socializing, or cuddling with Booger, Dug, and Maddie.

Finalist in more than twenty contests as an unpublished author, Jennifer’s debut novel, The Secret Soldier, was a 2009 RITA® nominee for Best First Book and Contemporary Series Romance: Suspense/Adventure. The Secret Soldier is also a 2009 Golden Quill winner for Best First Book, and Kiss Me on Christmas is a 2010 Golden Quill for best Novella. She welcomes messages from readers.

Lawman’s Perfect Surrender

Gemma Johnson never saw it coming. She fled from an abusive marriage and thought she’d gotten away. Now her violent ex has come after her, and by Ford’s side, she’s stumbled into an even larger plot. Everything screams for her to turn to the rugged lawman. But desire can lead to danger, and there’s only so much her vulnerable heart can take….

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A native of south Louisiana, Farrah Rochon officially began her writing career while waiting in between classes in the student lounge at Xavier University of Louisiana. After earning her Bachelors of Science degree and a Masters of Arts from Southeastern Louisiana University, Farrah decided to pursue her lifelong dream of becoming a published novelist. She was named Shades of Romance Magazine’s Best New Author of 2007. Her debut novel, Deliver Me, the first in her Holmes Brothers series, garnered rave reviews, earning Farrah several SORMAG Readers’ Choice Awards.

In September 2010, Farrah joined the Kimani Romance family with the launch of her new series that follows the life of the fictional New York Sabers football team.

When she is not writing in her favorite coffee shop, Farrah spends most of her time reading her favorite romance novels, hanging around on Twitter, and trying to attend as many Broadway shows as her budget will allow. An admitted sports fanatic, Farrah feeds her addiction to football by watching New Orleans Saints games on Sunday afternoons.

Farrah was just nominated for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA Award, the highest honor awarded in romance writing.

Pleasure Rush

Thelonious Stokes acknowledged his field producer’s warning with a nod. He adjusted his tie and smoothed a hand down each side of his Yves Saint Laurent jacket. Sucking in a deep breath, he blew it out nice and slow, rolling his shoulders to loosen the knots that surfaced whenever he went on-air.

Warmth radiated from the twin production lights shining down from their tripod stands on either side of him, adding to the heat already filtering in from the sun directly above the open-air stadium.

Sara Faulkner, his field producer, dabbed at the sweat that moistened his hairline. “Ready?” she asked.

“I’m ready,” Theo replied.

He heard the voice of Mike Townsend, one of the anchors in Sports Talk TV’s New York studio, coming through the earpiece discreetly tucked in his right ear. “Let’s send it to a man who knows a thing or two about the big game. Nine-time Pro Bowler and current Sports Talk TV analyst, Theo Stokes”

Backing away, Sara counted out loud. “In five, four, three, two…”

“How are things in Honolulu, Theo?”

She pointed at him.

“It’s Hawaii, Mike. How can it be anything but spectacular?” Theo began. He looked directly into the camera lens. “As Mike just mentioned, I’m coming to you from the beautiful island of Oahu, where, in six days, the players voted the best in the NFL will face each other head-on in this year’s Pro Bowl. Join me and the rest of the Sports Talk TV crew as we broadcast live all week, taking you behind the scenes as the league’s top players prepare to battle it out this coming Sunday, right here in Aloha Stadium.”

“What can fans expect from Hawaii this week, Theo?” came Mike Townsend’s voice as the cameraman spanned the viewfinder around the base of the empty stadium.

“Sports Talk TV has the island covered,” Theo continued. “We plan to bring fans in-depth stories on their favorite players from both the NFC and AFC, including a special segment on two first-time Pro Bowlers.” Theo smiled into the camera, hoping it didn’t look as forced as it felt. “As a veteran of many Pro Bowls, I can tell you from experience that this will be an exciting week for those players, Mike. There’s nothing like playing against the league’s all stars.”

“I’m sure there are many players who are happy to see you reporting from the sidelines instead of playing on the field.” Mike’s hearty, made-for-TV chuckle came though the earpiece. “We’ll check in with you guys throughout the week.”

“Looking forward to it,” Theo returned. He held a multicolored lei up to the camera. “And, Mike, if you behave while we’re gone, I’ll bring back one of these for you.”

“And that’s a wrap,” Sara said. “Good job.”

“Thanks,” Theo replied. He relaxed his shoulders as he unhooked the earpiece and then handed it, along with the microphone, to the audio technician.

“I want to shoot a couple of the promo spots here at the stadium,” Sara told him. “I also saw a really nice place for a beach shot, so we may do a quick stop on the way back to the resort.”

“No problem. Just let me get rid of this jacket for a while.” He peeled the jacket off and tossed it onto the video equipment bag with complete disregard for the two thousand dollars he’d spent on it. He motioned to the portable cooler, “Is there any water in there?”

The production runner handed him an uncapped bottle of water. Theo gulped half of it down in one swallow.

“I don’t remember it being so hot here,” Theo remarked. Maybe because the longest he’d ever worn a suit on his previous trips to Hawaii had been the bus ride from the hotel to the stadium on game day. Not this time. He’d been forced to suffer in these shirtsleeves and long pants since seven o’clock this morning.

That was Theo’s first indication that this would not be his normal Pro Bowl experience.

He’d made the trip to Honolulu nine out of his twelve seasons in the NFL—all as a member of the New York Sabers. As a player, the real work didn’t begin until midday on Wednesday with the first team practice. Players could spend a day or two lounging on the beach, parasailing, or enjoying the Hawaiian nightlife.

As an analyst for Sports Talk TV, his work had started before he’d boarded the plane from New York yesterday. Jetlag still had his bones weary and his brain exhausted, but that excuse wouldn’t mean jack to his producer. There were stats to memorize, players to interview, and promo spots to shoot.

Theo picked up the script and reviewed it again, even though he’d studied the three lines to the point that he could recite them in his sleep. The ten-second promo spot would run throughout this week on Sports Talk TV. It was imperative that he delivered his lines flawlessly.

If only it were that simple.

Theo had accepted the harsh reality that no amount of practice runs in his bathroom mirror would yield a perfect performance. An entire year on the job and those damn butterflies still wreaked havoc in his stomach.

Apparently satisfied with the playback she and the cameraman had been viewing on the laptop, Sara clapped her hands together and said, “Okay, let’s get these spots done.”

On cue, unease pooled in Theo’s gut and sweat broke out across his chest. He retrieved his jacket and shrugged into it. Going through the calming ritual he’d utilized for the past year, Theo did his best to ready himself before the camera started shooting.

This was the career he’d chosen. No one had forced a microphone into his hand. It had been with much deliberation that he’d decided to quit football. And now that he was here, he was going to make the most of it.

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About That Night by Julie James	Alien Diplomacy by Gini Koch	Betrayal by Christina Dodd
Bloodright by Karin Tabke	The Deathly Portent by Elizabeth Bailey	The Duke’s Perfect Wife by Jennifer Ashley
Enraptured by Elisabeth Naughton	The Highlander’s Prize by Mary Wine	Hunter’s Rise by Shiloh Walker
If I Fall by Kate Noble	Just Down the Road by Jodi Thomas	Keeper of the King’s Secrets by Michelle Diener
A Lady’s Revenge by Tracey Devlyn	Lessons After Dark by Isabel Cooper	Magic Unchained by Jessica Andersen
One Hot Cowboy Wedding by Carolyn Brown	Party of Three by Lacey Alexander	The Princess and the Peer by Tracy Anne Warren
Real Vampires Hate Skinny Jeans by Gerry Bartlett	The Reason is You by Sharla Lovelace	Savage Awakening by J.D. Tyler
Sierra Falls by Veronica Wolff	A Simple Spring by Rosalind Lauer	Sweet Addictionby Maya Banks
An Uncommon Grace by Serena B. Miller	Untouched by Sara Humphreys	The Wedding Beat by Devan Sipher
Werewolf in Seattle by Vicki Lewis Thompson	The Wolf Who Loved Me by Lydia Dare

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