tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163376672026-02-13T18:25:55.563-05:00Book reviews, upcoming works, excerpts, chitchatSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.comBlogger791125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-21671802133911412162025-12-31T14:00:00.008-05:002025-12-31T14:00:00.117-05:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Maggie Allen's world of corporate money and power comes crashing down after she is taken in by a man who is only out to use her for his own gain. When she is released from a short stint in prison, she refuses to give up even though no one will give her a second chance. She loses everything she's worked for and is forced to move to the other side of town where she is determined to make a new life for herself. Her life would be perfect if it wasn't for Brant Evans, a corrupt police officer, who makes it a point to constantly remind her about her past and all that she has lost. She can't understand his vendetta against her, but she refuses to be intimidated by him and is not afraid to stand up to him no matter the consequences.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Brant Evans has Cedar Pines under his thumb. His wife Janna controls the social and political levers of town with her money. The two of them work hard to ruin the lives of anyone they don't like, or anyone who crosses them. Maggie Allen is caught up in their web of hate. Brant has special plans for Maggie. Plans that include arrest, imprisonment, and ruin.&nbsp; &nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Over-Edge-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B01FZRE81O "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-50198870302913726672025-12-24T14:00:00.008-05:002025-12-24T14:00:00.121-05:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blaine Kirsten unwittingly gets pulled into a prostitution ring when her best friend, Kami Matthews, introduces her to Josh Barnes. When Blaine refuses to become a part of his operation, she faces brutal consequences.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Detectives Jane Adams and Casey Jorgan are assigned to the case. Almost immediately, Casey finds herself unable to separate her personal emotions from this case, which jeopardizes her career.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Dreams-Susan-K-Drony-ebook/dp/B01NAH0JX7/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1485190769&amp;sr=8-1-fkmr0&amp;keywords=silent+dreams+by+susan+k.+droney "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-15561028848825211022025-12-17T14:00:00.007-05:002025-12-17T14:00:00.113-05:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;After three members of Carter Rogers' close-knit New England family end up dead within weeks of each other, the family begins to suspect that one of their own may be responsible. Carter soon realizes that most of his family, and even the investigators, suspect his wife and he is determined to prove her innocence.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Black-Heart-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B071DM2F3J "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-13217830079671453142025-12-10T14:00:00.004-05:002025-12-10T14:00:00.118-05:00<p>&nbsp;When a series of murders hits too close to home, Detective Daniel Trevors' life is ripped apart forcing him to question everyone and everything he's ever believed in.</p><p>Detectives Daniel Trevors and his partner, Ben Wilson, are hot on the trail of a murderer who appears to kill just for the fun of it, but they soon realize that the case is more complicated than they thought.&nbsp;</p><p>Available in paperback and ebook</p><p><br /></p><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-57394463923874104222025-12-03T14:00:00.007-05:002025-12-03T14:00:00.119-05:00<p><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana;">In 1840's Ireland, with most of her family wiped out from disease and the fields ravaged by the potato famine, Maggie Quinn, along with her younger brother Patrick, realizes she has no choice but to leave her beloved Ireland. Leaving Ireland isn't as easy as she thinks and she's forced to make a daring escape for the better life she's been told awaits her in America.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in hardcover, paperback, and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Quinn-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1629898473 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-12549215703974110522025-11-26T14:00:00.008-05:002025-11-26T14:00:00.121-05:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Pinelands-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1949812839/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1554675936&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-8126424759924822292025-11-19T14:00:00.008-05:002025-11-19T14:00:00.112-05:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">All Farrel Drake wanted was a normal family life for her two daughters and herself. When her second marriage ends up worse than the first with daily physical, emotional and verbal abuse, Farrel seeks the help of a counselor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She eventually finds the courage to leave her husband and settles into a happy routine with her daughters. Just when Farrel's starting to believe her new beginning will work, threatening phone calls shatter her peace. When Farrel realizes fear is no longer able to rule her life, her real new beginning starts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook.</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Vows-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1951642007/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1573844177&amp;sr=8-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-35927127275113637402025-11-12T14:00:00.005-05:002025-11-12T14:00:00.114-05:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Rachel Sanderson, a pretty young woman struggling to support her young son, meets handsome firefighter Caleb Jason. Long dormant feelings in her come to life. As their relationship intensifies, she makes the decision to tell him the secret she's been hiding and why she'd lied. Before she can tell him, though, her past comes back to haunt her.</span></p><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/All-Want-You-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B082H5LCLK/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1576640439&amp;sr=8-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-55012966061727373162025-11-05T14:00:00.006-05:002025-11-05T14:00:00.110-05:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Jackson Bridges leaned against his red pickup truck as he watched Christine Westmiller fussing over her husband and daughter’s graves. A burning rage began in the pit of his stomach. Zoey had been trouble from the start and he wasn’t sorry she was dead. He loved coming here to the cemetery. He enjoyed witnessing Christine Westmiller’s pain. He hoped the bitch suffered for the rest of her life.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">As the weeks, months, and then years passed, his boiling rage only increased. He was still haunted nightly with nightmares about the hospital with all those crazy people. He doubted that after two years, the dreams would ever go away. Christine Westmiller needed to suffer even more. She had to pay for her part in his being locked up like a caged animal. He scowled as Christine stepped into her car. He jumped into his truck and gunned the engine.</span></p><div><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Revenge-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B00NF5JC6U/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1431057865&amp;sr=8-3&amp;keywords=Susan+K.+Droney "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-32793104194881590962025-10-29T14:00:00.008-04:002025-10-29T14:00:00.138-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;He watched from the window, the same streaked window he stood in front of every morning. He’d been watching her for ten long years. He licked his lips in anticipation, and his heart thudded irregularly in his chest just like it did every time he knew he would be seeing her. He moved the curtain slightly to get a better view. She was coming, and his heart raced. She bounded out of her door, hands tightly gripping those of her ruddy-cheeked, carrot-topped twin boys. He wished he could hear what she was saying, just as he wished it were he whom she was smiling at and talking to. The children continued looking at her, laughter in their bright eyes as their cherub faces smiled while she talked.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">How he longed to hear her voice speaking to him again, but it was only etched in his memory forever. He watched as her boys scurried onto their school bus. She smiled and waved even long after the bus was out of view. How he ached for her all these seemingly endless, lonely years. Being apart from her angered him and brought the demons closer to the surface, forcing him to lurk even further in the shadows. The shadows were his only solace, where he could watch her with no one telling him it was wrong or that he was a freak. Time was passing quickly, much too quickly. He had to make a move. It was time to come out of the shadows and finally claim her for his own.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stalker-Psychological-Thriller-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B01C0YATPE/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Stalker+by+Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1575832308&amp;sr=8-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-42943270390102920522025-10-22T14:00:00.010-04:002025-10-22T14:00:00.115-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Maggie’s patience was rapidly disappearing. "Look, if you have something to say, just say it. I don’t have time for drama queen theatrics." She put the sponge under the counter then stood with hands on hips to face her antagonist.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Is there somewhere we can go to speak privately? I don’t want to talk here, Maggie." She glanced around at the few customers.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She shook her head. "We can talk here. Can I get you some coffee or anything?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"No, thank you." She twisted the handle of her handbag. "I don’t know how to break the news to you."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Janna, just come out with it," Maggie snapped. "I told you I don’t have the time or the patience for your silly games today."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The younger woman sighed again. "I suppose since there really is no easy way to say this, I should just come right on out and tell you."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Please do."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She hesitated for a moment. "Chris moved in with Chelsea last night." Her eyes met Maggie’s. "You know Chelsea Howard?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Maggie felt like she’d just been kicked in the stomach. Her face flushed as a tremor slowly wound its way through her body. She inhaled sharply as Janna’s words slowly repeated themselves over and over in her mind. "I don’t believe you," she spat out tightly, gripping the counter as blood rushed to her head making her temples pound loudly against her skull. Her legs weakened. She’d pass out at any moment as Janna’s stinging words continued to echo repeatedly in her head, slowly fading in and out. She sucked in her breath.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Over-Edge-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B01FZRE81O "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-52719084238318639892025-10-15T14:00:00.009-04:002025-10-15T14:00:00.120-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She chewed her bottom lip. "I couldn’t do it, Josh. It wasn’t the right time. You should’ve seen her. Some creep roughed her up and almost raped her last night. She’s in bad shape."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"You have twenty-four hours to talk to Blaine and convince her to work for me—no more, no less. Do I make myself clear?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Josh, there’s no way Blaine will go for it. She’s different—you know what I mean—too innocent. I can’t force her to do this. All the other girls came on board willingly. I’m sure there are a lot of girls who would love to join, but not Blaine. I think this is a bad business decision."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"How I run the business is no concern of yours."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"But Josh, what you’re asking me to do is illegal."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Twenty-four hours!" he snarled. "Don’t cross me, Kami."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The line went dead. "Dammit! Now what do I do?" she muttered to herself as she leaned back in her chair and squeezed her eyes shut. Her head pounded near her temples. She prepared herself for another in a series of what were rapidly becoming daily headaches. How had she allowed herself to get into this mess? But more importantly, how could she keep Blaine out of it? She needed time, but time was the one thing that Josh Barnes would never give her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available In Paperback and Ebook&nbsp;</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Dreams-Susan-K-Drony-ebook/dp/B01NAH0JX7/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1485190769&amp;sr=8-1-fkmr0&amp;keywords=silent+dreams+by+susan+k.+droney "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-8303467617019314562025-10-08T14:00:00.011-04:002025-10-08T14:00:00.121-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Carter emphatically shook his head. "What vendetta could anyone possibly have against my mother? It doesn’t make sense! Who would want her dead?" His eyes narrowed. "My mother didn’t have any enemies. You know that, Jake. Could it be a random act?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;"I don’t know, Carter."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Carter’s nostrils filled with the stench of the smoldering ruins. He coughed, and then spat at the ground. "Fill me in on what you do know, Jake."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"There’s not too much at this point," he answered, pulling on his chin.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I’ve known you my entire life, Jake. You must have a theory."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Jake was thoughtful for a moment. "I do."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"And?" Carter persisted.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">His eyes slanted. "My theory is that the perpetrator knew your mother would be out this evening. He then entered the house and rigged up a device in her bedroom lamp that would detonate the moment she turned the lamp on." He paused. "After the lamp was turned on, everything just blew."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Carter grabbed the sheriff’s arm. "A bomb? Why? What could my mother have ever done to cause someone to want to blow up her house with her in it? It still doesn’t make sense."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Formats:&nbsp; Paperback and Ebook&nbsp;</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Black-Heart-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B071DM2F3J "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-81940437966608074292025-10-01T14:00:00.012-04:002025-10-01T14:00:00.142-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;"I didn’t do anything!" Andy cried in fear. "I didn’t steal your money, but I’ll pay you back every cent you think I took!" he choked. One move and the knife would be plunged into his throat. He had to think fast, but his mind was frozen in fear.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The man shook his head. "You know what doesn’t make sense? Why would you be willing to pay back money you insist you didn’t take?" His forehead furrowed. "Sounds like that’s an admission."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I...I don’t know, but you’ve got to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t touch the money. The envelope was sealed...you saw it! They’re always sealed."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Mr. D laughed. "If you would have counted it like you were instructed, it wouldn’t have been sealed, now would it?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I didn’t touch it because you told us to never open an envelope if it’s sealed. Every envelope I’ve delivered and picked up has been sealed. You never said anything before," Andy protested.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Are you calling me a liar?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"No."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Now where would you get the money to pay me back?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I don’t know." His eyes pleaded with Mr. D’s for mercy. "Maybe you could deduct it from my pay."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The man frowned. "Maybe I could," he said slowly, "but I’m not going to." He grinned as he playfully poked the knife between Andy’s ribs. "Maybe there’s another way."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available In&nbsp; Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Lives-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B077R9FQ66/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr= ">Amazon</a><br /></span></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-66526822003557871832025-09-24T14:00:00.008-04:002025-09-24T14:00:00.117-04:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Patrick Quinn, a thin, handsome, dark haired boy of fourteen, squared his shoulders as he looked over the soggy field. He was dressed in a tattered shirt and soiled trousers; his well-worn shoes wouldn't last much longer, but he didn't worry about himself. His family depended on him. His nostrils, filled with the nauseating stench of rotting potatoes, made his stomach lurch. This year he'd hoped for a crop. Anything to sustain them. Now it was gone. He felt the weight of the world come crashing down on him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He stooped down, surveying the field, and then picked up a rotted potato. He studied it carefully for a few seconds, and then stood and holding it tightly in his hand, thrust his arm toward the sky.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Why!" he cried as he dropped to his knees in the putrid field. Tears streamed down his cheeks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Formats:&nbsp; Hardcover, Paperback, or Ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Quinn-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1629898473 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p><p>&nbsp;</p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-91247637057765346382025-09-17T14:00:00.001-04:002025-09-17T14:00:00.122-04:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A twig snapped behind him, startling him. He aimed his flashlight toward the noise. The light flickered and went out. "Damn," he muttered. Another twig snapped. Aaron twisted his head in the direction of the sound as snapping twigs drew louder. Evan and the girls were getting even with him. That was it. They wanted to prove he wasn't as brave as he'd boasted. He relaxed a little.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Not funny, man," Aaron called out as he peered into the pitch-black woods. "I know you're there, Evan. Are Jensyn and Kennedy with you?" The snapping twigs stopped. "Come on, Evan. You've made your point," he called. He glanced around himself. "What the hell?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">His voice caught in his throat as two red glowering, what he assumed were eyes glared back at him. Aaron tried to run, but fear kept his feet frozen to the spot as the glowing red eyes blinded him. His headache intensified, and he slumped to the ground.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Pinelands-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1949812839/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1554675936&amp;s=books&amp;sr=1-1 ">Amazon</a>&nbsp;-&nbsp;Paperback<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Pinelands-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B07Q7GNG81/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1554867195&amp;s=gateway&amp;sr=8-3 ">Amazon</a>&nbsp;- Ebook</span><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-117769110240310342025-09-10T14:00:00.012-04:002025-09-10T14:00:00.114-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Robert walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down across from her. "So, what do you write about, anyway?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Farrel set her pen down. "You’ve never seemed interested before," she said, surprised.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I didn’t say I was interested. Just curious."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She sighed. Why did he have to try to ruin everything that meant something to her? She wanted so much to be able to have the kind of normal relationship where they could share their individual passions with one another. She looked at him. He was dressed in an old paint stained shirt and faded jeans. His feet were bare. His attire was unusual, but she didn’t dare question it. "Mostly, I write about my feelings. Sometimes what I’m feeling pours out on paper and releases all of my frustrations. The difference is that I can control my characters so they can have the most wonderful lives with all of their dreams fulfilled."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Robert’s eyes narrowed. "Are you saying that your life isn’t satisfying to you?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Farrel noticed the disapproval in his eyes as he swept over her makeup-less face and uncombed hair. Self-consciously she swept a strand of hair from her brow as she pondered his question. "No, I don’t mean to imply that. It’s just that everyone always wishes certain aspects of their lives were different. In my writing, I can fulfill all of my dreams through my characters’ actions and emotions."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Vows-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1951642007/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1573844177&amp;sr=8-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-525439502167763882025-09-03T14:00:00.009-04:002025-09-03T14:00:00.118-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Looking at this handsome stranger brought to the surface long dormant feelings, which caused her heart to flutter as she glanced into his beautiful kind eyes. That was all it took, a glance. The unaccustomed emotion stunned her for a few seconds, and she quickly shook it off, hoping the others hadn’t noticed even though she felt the heat rise to her cheeks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;She smiled faintly and nodded. "If you’d like, Caleb," she answered softly. "I’d love to have you join us."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Thank you. I would like to join you," he replied. "I haven’t gone looking for a Christmas tree in a long time, not since..." His voice trailed off.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Tom slapped Caleb on the back and said quickly, "Good. I can use the help loading the tree."&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Rachel witnessed the sorrow in Caleb’s eyes, which left as quickly as it had come. She felt a pang of sadness for him, remembering what Kate had said about the sudden death of his wife. 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Hopefully that helped to ease some of his pain.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;<a href="https://www.amazon.com/All-Want-You-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B082H5LCLK/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&amp;qid=1576640439&amp;sr=8-1 ">Amazon</a></span></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-34086251355736483932025-08-27T14:00:00.015-04:002025-08-27T14:00:00.128-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Sparks</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Before Stefani could answer, Harper came out of nowhere and sashayed up to the bar. She was dressed in a short denim skirt, a low-cut light blue blouse which showed ample cleavage, and navy heels. Deacon's eyes were immediately drawn to her like a magnet.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Stefani's heart fell. She hadn't been enough to keep Deacon interested once Harper entered the picture. Even though Deacon claimed he loved the outdoors, when he was indoors, Harper would be his preferred partner.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I'm sorry I'm late," she said throwing her arms around Stefani's neck. "Forgive me?" She turned her head and noticed Deacon sitting next to Stefani. She immediately stepped back from Stefani and with hands on hips beamed at Deacon. "I'm surprised to see you here," she said with a phony accent.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Stefani's eyes narrowed. What a liar! She shot Harper a steely look. Harper lifted an eyebrow slightly. The only reason Harper asked her out tonight was to pretend they were having a girls' night out and then act surprised if she ran into Deacon. She'd obviously planned to come in late then feign surprise at seeing him. Stefani fumed, but she had no one to blame but herself for allowing Harper to use her to serve her own purposes. What did it matter? Deacon hadn't shown anything more than a friendly interest in her. She'd made it out to be more than it clearly was only because that was what she so badly wanted. Deacon had shared some friendly chitchat, nothing more. She couldn't even blame him for leading her on because he hadn't.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Cabin Fever</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He was even more gorgeous in the flickering candlelight. It took all of her willpower not to leap over the table and throw herself at him. Her heart beat erratically as she imagined his hands gliding over her naked flesh and teasing her nipples until she thought she would explode.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Are you okay?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She felt the wetness between her legs. Her face reddened. "I'm…I'm fine." She hoped he couldn't see her flushed face in the flickering candlelight. From the expression on his face she knew he had. She picked up her spoon with a trembling hand and continued eating.</span></p><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sparks-Cabin-Fever-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B01E9D8YV0?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=startromance-20 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-20375747019073130022025-08-20T14:00:00.009-04:002025-08-20T14:00:00.124-04:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Christmas Dreams</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Morgan's eyes popped open. She patted the spot next to her. It was empty. She knew it would be, but a part of her had hoped it wouldn't be. It was only a dream. Davis? Why had she dreamed such an erotic dream about her best friend? It unsettled her. She climbed off the bed, grabbed a robe, pushed her feet into a pair of slippers, and padded to the kitchen. She fixed a cup of tea then brought it back into the living room and settled into her easy chair. Her hands shook as she set her cup of tea on the table next to her chair. The dream stayed fresh in her mind; it had seemed so real. Why had she dreamed about Davis? Her face reddened at the memory. She sucked in her breath unable to get his hauntingly gorgeous naked image out of her mind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Fix-It Man</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I'd love a cup, but aren't you forgetting about your bath?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She laughed. "I can take it later. Let me throw some clothes on." She ran into her bedroom and hurriedly threw on a pair of jeans and a pullover then returned to the kitchen. Nathan was leaning against the counter. "Have a seat," she said as she prepared the coffee. She tried to focus on what she was doing instead of his rippling biceps. She wanted him and she would seduce him if she had to, even if she wasn't primed in the art of seduction. She wondered what Lucy would do in this situation. Of course, Lucy would let him know in no uncertain terms that she wanted him. What about afterwards? Could she just walk away without any expectations like Lucy did, or would she want something more? No, she'd listened to Lucy talk about not making it personal. That's what she would do. She'd fuck him and then they would go their separate ways with no obligation to one another.</span></p><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Torrid-Teasers-53-ebook/dp/B01F7NKDR4/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1472486317&amp;sr=8-11&amp;keywords=Susan+K.+Droney "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-89932391189932729872025-08-13T14:00:00.006-04:002025-08-13T14:00:00.116-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">&nbsp;Hidden Desires</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">When Sage Ralston takes a job at Boylston Electronics, she soon finds out that her job is more than she bargained for. Under the guise of assistant to the company's owner Charles Boylston, she has actually been hired to spy on her fellow employees. 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Something about him seems oddly familiar, but she is certain she's never met him before.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sparks-Cabin-Fever-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B01E9D8YV0?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=startromance-20 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-46531605751377890002025-07-30T14:00:00.006-04:002025-07-30T14:00:00.152-04:00<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Christmas Dreams</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Morgan and Davis have been best friends since they were children and even Davis' move to Maine didn't affect their deep friendship. When Morgan's relationship with her fiancé falls apart, at Davis' urging she moves to Maine to make a fresh start. 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What Tyler doesn't know is the deep dark fantasy that Kay has been harboring for years.</span></p><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Weekend-Swap-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B01E9D53H8?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=startromance-20 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-35079508198707390002025-07-16T14:00:00.006-04:002025-07-16T14:00:00.117-04:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">When Sage Ralston takes a job at Boylston Electronics, she soon finds out that her job is more than she bargained for. Under the guise of assistant to the company's owner Charles Boylston, she has actually been hired to spy on her fellow employees. As Sage tries to determine who is sabotaging the company, all evidence points to Connor Michaels who works in the research lab. After getting to know Connor, Sage has her doubts that Connor is the person leaking information about the company and joins forces with the woman to find out who the real culprit is.</span></p><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Desires-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B01E9D92CA?ie=UTF8&amp;keywords=Hidden%20Desires%20by%20Susan%20K.%20Droney&amp;qid=1463711431&amp;ref_=sr_1_1&amp;sr=8-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0