Review: Jingle Spells by Emily Grimoire

Jingle Spells is Book 2 in Emily Grimoire's Oak Haven series.

Oak Haven is a magically spelled small town full of witches. This is a fun-loving paranormal romance series.

About the Book

Delilah hates Christmas. She’s a strong independent witch who has finally left her hometown of Oak Haven and is off forging her own path. But an emergency drags her back just in time for the holidays.

Jasper is a human who also hates Christmas. He’s attempting to avoid festivities when he stumbles into the magical world of Oak Haven – a place which definitely isn't supposed to exist – and sees things which should be impossible.

When chaos erupts in the town, Delilah and Jasper must join forces to restore order. They should be the perfect team. Their only problem? Their growing attraction to each other might be distracting them from their work…

Perfect for fans of:

Forced proximity ☀️

Witchy aesthetic 🔮✨

Cozy small town 🍂☕

Sisterhood and found family 👯

My Review

This is my first read by Emily Grimoire and I was pleasantly surprised by the playfulness of the storyline and the witty banter of this colorful cast of characters.

I’ve neither watched Gilmore Girls or Charmed so I’m not sure I can cosign on the promise that this book is perfect for those particular fans. But what I can say is that Jingle Spells has loads of surprises, merriment, Christmas cheer, and a sense of community that’ll warm your heart and tickle your funny bone. 

I liked the attention to detail of Oak Haven’s origin story and enjoyed reading about the unique twist the author took on witch folklore. 

Delilah and Jasper had pretty good chemistry. They complemented each other well, but I would’ve liked to have a little more romance in the story. They are great partners in mischief though and made my heart happy as often as they tore it in two.

What I really loved was the special bond between Delilah and her sisters, Scarlett and Luna. They are wickedly fun, equally stubborn, and so loveable. 

Jingle Spells is a delightful read full of whimsy, witchery, and wonder. It was a joy to read and I’m looking forward to the next book. 

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About the Author

Emily Grimoire is the author of Impractical Magic. She was born and raised in Hartford, Connecticut. After graduating with a degree in History from the prestigious Smith College, she found solace from the hustle and bustle of everyday life in her storytelling. In addition to her writing, Emily is known for her philanthropy and dedication to various charitable causes. She serves on the boards of several cultural institutions and volunteers as a docent at a local whaling museum. Despite her success, Emily remains devoted to her ungrateful daughter and a granddaughter who turned out much better than expected.

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Review: Knife in the Back by Karen Rose

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Karen Rose comes another "intense, complex, and unforgettable” * novel.

* James Patterson

About the Book

Officer Naomi Cranston was framed for stealing cocaine from the evidence locker and coerced—through threats to her young son—into not fighting the charges.  After five years in prison, she has tried to put the ordeal behind her, but the crooks who framed her have returned, this time demanding she move drugs along with her flower shop’s deliveries. They threaten her son once again, but this time she’s not capitulating quietly. She hires Broussard Investigations to protect her and her son, to prove her innocence, and to put the real bad guys away. 

As a former cop, Burke Broussard is well aware of the corruption in the New Orleans police department. He had always believed Naomi Cranston to be guilty and isn’t inclined to take her case. Until he sits down to listen to her side of things. Until he sees her tortured innocence written all over her beautiful face…

 A relationship born amid an investigation is a fragile thing. Will it survive the danger and the threats? Will it survive the truth?

Excerpt

 

1

The Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana

Monday, February 24, 8:45 a.m.

Burke Broussard placed the papers he'd just reviewed into a drawer in his desk at Broussard Investigations. Business completed, he wanted to spend a few minutes with the man he'd called brother since they were teenagers.

"Everything looks good, as usual, Kaleb. Thank you."

Kaleb accepted the thanks with a nod and the smile Burke had grown up seeing. It was a bittersweet connection to better times, because he and Kaleb were the only ones left now.

Burke's mother, his uncle Larry. And Kyra, of course. All gone these twenty-five years. Even Kaleb's father, Uncle Larry's dear friend and business partner, was gone now. It was just Burke and Kaleb.

"Now that the business is out of the way," Kaleb said, "how the hell are you?"

The "business" was Kaleb's quarterly presentation of their company's profit and loss statement, along with the new initiatives that kept Fontenot Industries at the top of its game. Burke didn't always understand the software that the engineers were designing, but he could read a P&L. Their company was doing very well.

Kaleb Marchand was the genius behind all the tech. As the owner, Burke mostly just signed the checks. The profits he made from Fontenot allowed him to fund the work he really loved-getting justice for those who'd been let down by the law. Some of the people he aided didn't have the money to pay them. Because of Uncle Larry and his gift that kept on giving year after year, Burke could do a lot of pro bono work.

"Oh, you know," Burke said with a shrug. "Same old, same old."

Kaleb shook his head fondly. "Meaning you have loads of cases you can't tell me anything about." He looked over his shoulder to the closed office door. "Glad to see Joy looking so healthy."

"You and me both." Burke's office administrator had been shot two years before and had taken eighteen months to come back to her job full-time. Rehab took a lot longer with age. Joy wasn't all that old-only thirteen years older than Burke's forty-three-but her body had taken a real beating.

She'd nearly died.

However, she was back at her desk, and he couldn't be happier.


"How are Juliette and the kids?"

"Juliette's got the house and the office decorated for Mardi Gras," Kaleb said with a grin. "You should come over for supper."

"I will. And those godsons of mine?" Braden was fifteen, Trent thirteen. It seemed like yesterday that he'd held them at their christenings, and now they were teenagers.

Kaleb rolled his eyes. "Braden's got a girlfriend."

Burke barely controlled his wince. "Another one?"

"Yep," Kaleb said dolefully, and then his smile was back. "But Trent's getting an award in two weeks. He developed a robot in his after-school program. Did it all on his own, without my help." Kaleb's pride was clear. "It's extremely well-done."

"Apple didn't fall far from the tree," Burke drawled. "If there's a ceremony, send me the details, and I'll be there."

"You always are."

Burke's desk phone buzzed and he checked the time. "That's Joy telling me that my nine o'clock is here."

He didn't know who the appointment was with, and that had his hackles rising. Joy normally gave him all the details on clients. That she hadn't done so this morning was both intriguing and concerning.

Kaleb rose and Burke came around his desk to give him a bear hug. Kaleb grunted, then laughed, hugging him back.

"Don't break my ribs," Kaleb said. "I might need them someday."

Burke slapped his back, then let him go. "Sorry."

Kaleb looked up at him with a smirk. Kaleb was tall, around six feet, but Burke was taller. And bigger. It had been that way since they were teenagers.

"You need to find a woman who'll appreciate those bear hugs of yours," Kaleb said. "Juliette has a new list of ladies for you."

Burke opened his office door with a good-natured groan, because Juliette never tired of trying to set him up with her friends. "Can you tell her to stop?"

"I can and I have, but you know Jules."

Burke did, and he loved her. She was the sister he'd never had. "I'll figure out a way to weasel out of anything she sets up."

Kaleb chuckled. "You can try." He walked into the lobby, leaning down to kiss Joy's cheek. "I missed you, J-Bird. Glad you're back full-time."

Joy beamed up at him. "Me too. Give my love to that wife of yours."

"I will. Thank you for rescheduling me on short notice. This trip came up last minute. I fly out in a few hours."

"Safe travels," Joy said. "Bring me something from Chicago."

Kaleb smiled at her. "Chocolate?"

Joy nodded. "You've always been a smart one."

Burke waited until Kaleb had gone before leaning against Joy's desk. "Where is my nine o'clock?"

Because the lobby was empty.

"Chilling with Antoine in the computer room. She and her friend didn't want to be out in the open."

Burke nodded. "Skittish, huh?"

"One of them is." Joy's expression became troubled. "Don't say no right away, Burke."

Burke's eyes went wide. "Why would I say no?"

"Promise me," Joy pressed. "Hear her out."

Now Burke was even more intrigued. "Okay." He turned for his office door. "Send in my appointment-and her friend-when they're done 'chilling' with Antoine.'"

"We're done," a familiar woman's voice said. "And we're ready."

Burke turned, puzzled to see Sylvi Kristiansen walking up to Joy's desk. "Sylvi? What are you doing here?"

"I need your help."

Sylvi's sister Val was one of Burke's inner circle. He'd gotten to know Sylvi over the last two years, since she and Val had healed a family rift that had kept them estranged. He and Sylvi had become friends. If she needed his help, how could he possibly say no?

Then he looked over Sylvi's head to the woman standing behind her, and the smile he'd been prepared to give disappeared like mist. Rage bubbled up, and his fists clenched.

He knew this woman, too.

Naomi Cranston.

He'd met her only once, when he was a detective and she worked in the evidence room. While he'd fought to remain honest, to retain his integrity, others took the easy way. The illegal way.

Which Naomi Cranston had done.

"No," he said, then turned on his heel and walked back into his office, shutting the door hard enough that everyone would know it was his final word.


The Quarter, New Orleans, Louisiana

Monday, February 24, 9:03 a.m.

"Burke Broussard!" Sylvi shouted, her anger clear as day. "You come back out here!"

"It's okay." Naomi had known this would be Broussard's response. She'd hoped for a miracle, but . . . she'd known.

"No, it's not okay." Sylvi marched to Broussard's office door, her fist lifted and ready to knock, but the soft whir of the admin's electric wheelchair stopped her.

Joy Thomas had placed herself in front of Broussard's door. "Simmer down, Sylvi. Let me talk to him."

Sylvi swallowed hard. "Okay. Thank you."

Joy squeezed Sylvi's hand. "Good girl." Then she entered Broussard's office, closing the door behind her far more gently than Broussard had.

Naomi started for the elevator. "It's no use. I told you that."

She'd been saying that ever since Sylvi had knocked on her front door Friday evening, shortly after Naomi had gotten home, shaken and terrified.

She hadn't opened the door, but Sylvi had a key for emergencies. The petite florist had used that key, storming in on Naomi as she'd sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her loaded Glock.

Had it not been for Sylvi's arrival, Naomi wasn't sure what she might have done. Now she wasn't sure what she'd do. Burke Broussard had been her only hope.

Sylvi grabbed her hand before she had a chance to press the elevator button. "Just wait. Burke will help you. Give him a few minutes."

"He said no, Syl. I have to respect that. I might say the same thing in his place."

"No, you wouldn't. You'd bend over backward to help."

She probably would, even now. Even after her willingness to help another person had contributed to her downfall. "Well, he's not me. And he said no."

"Let Joy convince him."

"I didn't come here to cause trouble."

The door opened and the whir of Joy's wheelchair had them both turning.

Joy was pointing to the open door. "Go in, Miss Cranston. He'll listen."

"And then he'll help," Sylvi said with a confidence that Naomi did not feel.

But she followed her boss into the lion's den, flinching when Joy shut the door behind them. The admin remained in the lobby, giving them privacy.

She didn't look at Broussard, who sat behind a large mahogany desk. She merely followed Sylvi to a set of visitor chairs, lowering herself into one of them as Sylvi did the same.

Broussard said nothing. Naomi kept her eyes on her hands, clutched together in her lap. She didn't need to look at the man to know this was hopeless.

Sylvi sighed. "Burke . . ." She reached out and gently separated Naomi's hands, holding one tight. "You're going to hurt yourself," she murmured.

Yes, she would. In the end, she would.

Not with the Glock, because Sylvi had locked it away. And not with any other instrument of suicide.

She truly didn't think she had it in her. Although the alternative-prison-was a compelling argument to the contrary.

But she didn't have many choices. If Broussard turned her away, she'd accept Gaffney's drugs-but not in Sylvi's van, and she'd not take them to the address that she was sure she'd be given. She'd use her own car so that Sylvi wouldn't be implicated. And then she'd call 911 and anonymously report herself.

She'd be arrested and sent back to prison. She'd tell her ex to protect their son.

Maybe Broussard could be convinced to do so as well. Protection for Everett.

Yes. That was what she'd ask for.

"What?" Broussard finally said irritably.

Naomi glanced up to find Sylvi staring Broussard down, a tiny five-foot woman glaring defiantly at a brickhouse of a man. He had to be six-five. His dark hair was cut short, his handsome face tanned, despite it being winter.

She glanced at the bicycle leaning against one wall. Biking to work would explain it. She had the brief, insane desire to grab his bike and escape the man's hawklike gaze.

"Sylvi," she whispered. "You don't need to do this."

"Yes, I do," Sylvi snapped. "Burke, you might think you know about Naomi's situation, but I can assure you that you do not."

"I know enough," Broussard said, his deep Cajun drawl rumbling out of his chest. It was a broad chest. A strong one.

He'd be able to protect Everett. And he had the reputation for taking on hard cases. Once she was back in prison, Everett would need all the help he could get.

"Did you know she was out?" Sylvi demanded.

"I'd heard."

"Her sentence was overturned."

"On a technicality," Broussard said mildly, his Cajun accent thick. "An overturned conviction is not a declaration of innocence."

And there was the rub. Naomi would never be looked at with anything other than derision again, and that hurt. However, Everett was more important than her hurt feelings.

"I want to hire you," Naomi blurted out. "To protect my son."

Sylvi and Broussard both turned to stare at her. Sylvi was stunned. Broussard looked . . . curious.

Curiosity was better than derision.

"Naomi, no." Sylvi's eyes filled with tears. "You can't."

"I don't have a choice." Tugging her hand free of Sylvi's grip, she faced Broussard head-on. "I've been given an ultimatum. Transport illegal drugs or my son will be harmed. If I don't do what they say, they will hurt him. He's only sixteen. He's innocent of all this."

Broussard glanced at Sylvi, who was now openly crying.

Her boss had a tender heart. Which, Naomi supposed, was the reason Sylvi had given her a job to begin with.

"Why not take this to the cops?" he asked.

Naomi laughed bitterly. "Because they are the cops."

Broussard's body language abruptly changed. His arms had been locked across his chest, but he lowered them to his desk and leaned forward with narrowed eyes. "Who?"

"Do you know a cop named John Gaffney?"

Broussard nodded, his expression giving nothing away. "I do."

Naomi wanted to look away but forced herself to hold firm. Broussard wouldn't respect her if she flinched. And if he didn't respect her, he wouldn't believe her.

Do this for Everett.
"He used to report to Captain Cresswell." If she hadn't been watching, she would have missed the small twitch of Broussard's jaw. That was good. He didn't like Cresswell. They had at least that in common. "I know you worked in Cresswell's department for a few years. I know you . . . left."

"Escaped," Sylvi muttered, drying her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. "Some people weren't as lucky."

"Sylvi." Broussard's voice softened. "Let me listen."

"She shouldn't have needed to invoke the name of Gaffney or Cresswell to get you to listen," Sylvi snapped.

Naomi laid a hand on her boss's arm. "He only knows what the media covered. He doesn't know the truth."

Broussard sat back in his chair. "Then tell me the truth."

Naomi squared her shoulders. She didn't have anything to lose. "I was an honest cop. I worked in the evidence room."

"Until you stole a kilo of cocaine."

Naomi shook her head. "I never did. They hid it in my car. It was found when I stopped at a traffic accident."

"To supposedly help a woman whose car had been wrecked."

Naomi remembered it all in sharp detail. "Her flashers were on and her car had been damaged. The front bumper was crushed and the driver's-side windows were broken. She looked so young and scared when she ran into the road, motioning me to stop. So I stopped. I wasn't on duty at the time, so I called it in as a hit-and-run and waited with her until the police arrived."

"And then?" Broussard asked.

"She'd asked to put her book bag in my back seat, because it was pouring down rain and her windows were broken. I let her stow it back there without another thought. The cops arrived, took her statement, then told her to get her book bag from my back seat. That's when she saw the evidence bag. Her exclamation was so believable. Even I believed her for a moment. Until I realized what was happening. It was an evidence bag full of cocaine I'd processed." She lifted her chin again. "I was careful, Mr. Broussard. I was meticulous, for all the years I did that job. There were two bags of cocaine confiscated in an arrest, but there was no record of the second bag being delivered to Evidence."

Excerpted from Knife in the Back by Karen Rose. Copyright © 2025 by Karen Rose. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

My Review

Knife in the Back delivers a thrilling read full of mystery, intrigue, and betrayal.

First off, I am absolutely heartbroken to know that this is the last book in this city of Karen Rose’s Romantic Suspense series. There are SO many amazing and wonderful characters who deserve the spotlight. I am hoping against hope for more stories in the future.

The final book in New Orleans focuses on Burke, the owner of Broussard Investigations. He leads a team of talented, well-trained ex-military personnel who provide a number of services from private investigations to bodyguarding and many other specializations. 

Burke has honor, integrity, loyalty, and a deep sense of justice. So when a disgraced ex-cop shows up in his office asking for help, he’s loath to provide it. Whatever Burke decides next could depend on whether he can live with the consequences. Does he trust in Naomi’s innocence despite the insurmountable evidence against her or does he believe she truly is a dirty cop and is playing them all for fools? 

Burke and the gang are brilliantly crafted characters that I have loved so much these past four years. They are an excellent team and an even better family. 

Naomi’s story is full of gut wrenching heartache, I had so much empathy for her. Naomi’s freedom and livelihood were stolen from her and her son was turned against her but her resilience is incredible and admirable.

The circumstances of Naomi’s plight hampers any real romance between her and Burke, but the chemistry is there as is the physical attraction. 

The book’s suspense is exciting, the mystery is intriguing, and the storyline kept me fully engaged. 

I tip my hat once again to Karen Rose’s craftsmanship of the villain(s). He/She/They is/are insanely evil with layers of deceit and duplicity. I didn’t see the knife in the back until it was too late! Who got hit? Who wielded the blade? Are they alive to tell the tale? Read to find out!

**Please check your trigger warnings. There are many adult themes with several types of abuse and trauma scenarios in this book that may make some readers uncomfortable. Read at your own discretion**

FTC Disclaimer: I voluntarily read a copy of the book generously provided by the publisher via Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influences my thoughts or feelings about the book or the content of my review.

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About the Author

Photo: © Michael Greene Photography

Karen Rose is the award-winning, #1 international bestselling author of over twenty-five novels, including the bestselling Baltimore and Cincinnati series. She has been translated into twenty-three languages and her books have placed on the New York Times, the Sunday Times (UK), and Germany’s der Spiegel bestseller lists. Learn more at www.karenrosebooks.com

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Review: The Black Dagger Brotherhood: 20th Anniversary Insider's Guide by J.R. Ward

J.R. Ward's 2nd Black Dagger Brotherhood Insider's Guide is LIVE!

It's packed full of goodies and a special novella!

Get your copy today from Blue Box Press!

About the Book

Vampire warriors in black leather and tattoos.
Passionate love stories that pierce the heart.
Dark nights filled with drama, chaos, and epic battles in the shadows of Caldwell, NY…

And then there are the unicorn pajamas. And the Tootsie Pops.

Welcome back to the world of the iconic, #1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series. With millions of devoted readers across the globe, these unforgettable books have redefined paranormal romance. Now, to celebrate two decades of the Brothers, author J.R. Ward opens the door to their world once more.

Inside this all-new 20th Anniversary Insider’s Guide, Ward reflects on the journey—sharing behind-the-scenes moments, heartfelt memories, candid writing advice, and insight into the challenges and triumphs of her long and legendary career. She also brings back the original Brothers in a mix of classic content and never-before-seen material, including:

• A brand-new novella, Happy Anniversary– Revisit Wrath and Beth as they reclaim the time lost between them. Tender, erotic, and emotional, this story returns to the couple who started it all—and proves that happily ever after doesn’t always come easy.

• Brotherhood updates, as J.R. interviews the Brothers to reveal where they are now

• Fan-favorite features like Ask a Brother, Vishous’s Agony Aunt Column, Kitchen Corner with Fritz, and Bella’s Books

• Quotes, playlists, Lassiter’s journalistic takeovers, monthly horoscopes, and more

• Q&A with J.R. Ward, filled with new insight and revelations

This keepsake collection is more than just an insider’s look—it’s a love letter to the fans, the world, and the unforgettable characters that have made the Black Dagger Brotherhood a genre-defining phenomenon. Whether you’ve been here from the beginning or are just now feeling the pull… this book is for you.

My Review

J.R. Ward beautifully pens a love letter to readers in this second installment of the Black Dagger Brotherhood Insider’s Guide as shares her eternal gratitude for and to her readers throughout the past 20 years. 

Things get personal as J.R. shares her writing process and her fears as an author in today's publishing landscape and her concerns and her relevance in the current reading climate where the new romantasy genre has exploded and new voices have emerged. 

The Insider’s Guide is full of a tremendous amount of heartfelt gratitude and is very personable. There are lots of surprise revelations, lots of laughs, lots of tears, and a lot of spoilers if you aren't caught up on the series.

Though J.R. only likens herself as a secretary dictating the stories of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, she is a master craftswoman at her art.

I really love how self-aware J.R. Ward is. In the book, she owns her social awkwardness as she dons her pearls, striking black dresses, heels, and bad-bitch confidence. She’s just a weird girl with a potty mouth that puts sailors to shame and loves books just like all of us. I kinda feel like we’re kindred spirits. Weird Girls Unite!

I know J.R. has received a lot of criticism over the years when a new book comes out that is not well received or if she makes a huge faux pas and breaks the hearts of many *cough* Wellsie *cough* The Shadows *cough* Lassiter *cough.* But I would rather she–or any author–write the story organically than try to force a narrative that doesn't exist, or shouldn't.

I tried and failed to fight back the tears as I reminisced right alongside J.R. during each Brother's interview and the very special story at the end of the book.

As an OG BDB fan, this has been a wild and crazy 20 year journey. With lots of laughs, gasps, blushes, fanned faces, grief, tears, anger, rage, joy, and empathy. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

I like to think that Wrath, the Brothers and their mates and everyone else in Caldwell, NY are alive and kicking somewhere in an alternate reality. 

Some people think it’s hokey or stupid to wax poetic about “fictional characters” and I say verily unto them, Fuck.Off. 

Thank you J.R. Ward for giving us these Brothers and their stories. These books have been lifesavers many times over the past 20 years and I am just so damn grateful. They are the stories of my heart, my love language, and they are the medicine that will cure what ails you! 

Wishing you 20 more years!

FTC Disclaimer: I voluntarily read a copy of the book generously provided by Blue Box Press via Net Galley in exchange for an honest review. This in no way influences my thoughts or feelings about the book or the content of my review.

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About the Author

J.R. Ward is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of over sixty novels. There are more than twenty million copies of her books in print worldwide, and they have been published in twenty-seven different countries. She lives in the south with her family.

Visit the JRWard Facebook Page for more on the Brotherhood or email her at her contact page. 

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Happy Thanksgiving

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Hi all! Sorry I've been quiet on the blog, I've been hosting a giveaway over on my Instagram page.

It's my 3rd annual Booksgiving!

Each day I share a book series or an author I'm so thankful for. 

I'm giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card* at the end of the celebration so you have plenty of time to enter! The giveaway ends Monday, December 1st! www.instagram.com/b.haney.946

Comment daily for more chances to win! 

Giveaway ends Monday, December 1, 2025!

*Due to Amazon restrictions, giveaway is for US readers only*

**Instagram/Meta is not responsible for this giveaway**

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This year has been so hard for so many people. I know I've struggled mentally, physically, and emotionally. I am so thankful that I have the ability and the freedom to run a blog and share my reviews of all the wonderful books I've read and experienced. This is a blessing and a privilege I do not take for granted.

Wishing everyone a safe, happy, and blessed holiday.

 💛🧡🤎 Elizabeth 🤎🧡💛

Veterans Romance Reading Recommendations

 Since it's Veterans Day, I wanted to share with you some of my favorite romance reads featuring military veterans. Each story moved me in one way or another and changed me in ways I can't even describe. 

Thank you to the authors who recognize the importance of military representation in literature. Thank you for bringing these characters to life and humanizing the trials and tribulations and the struggles active duty soldiers, veterans, and their families face every day while championing their strength and perseverance. 

🔹🔹🔷Heart of a Hero series by Laura Trentham🔷🔹🔹

🔹🔹🔷Worth the Fall by Claudia Connor🔷🔹🔹

🔹🔹🔷New Orleans series by Karen Rose🔷🔹🔹

🔹🔹🔷SBG series by P.A. DePaul🔷🔹🔹

🔹🔹🔷Hard Ink series by Laura Kaye🔷🔹🔹

🔹🔹🔷Nick & Noel's Christmas Playlist by Codi Hall🔷🔹🔹

🔹🔹🔷Deep Ops series by Rebecca Zanetti🔷🔹🔹

What are some of your favorite books featuring the military, soldiers, or veterans?

Please share with us!

New Release: The Bridge Kingdom Deluxe Hardcover Edition by Danielle L. Jensen

The first novel of the bestselling Bridge Kingdom series, now in a stunning deluxe hardcover edition, featuring:

♦ Designed sprayed edges

♦ A deluxe jacket with new cover art

♦ A full-color illustrated book case with new character art

♦ A new interior black-and-white map

♦ Designed endpapers

♦ A spine design that will stretch across future deluxe hardcover editions in the series

These edges are GORGEOUS!!!

And an equally gorgeous print on the hardcover!

About the Book

Begin a sweeping, sizzling fantasy romance filled with political intrigue and passionate love, from the New York Times bestselling author of A Fate Inked in Blood.

A warrior princess trained in isolation, Lara is driven by two certainties. The first is that King Aren of the Bridge Kingdom is her enemy. And the second is that she’ll be the one to bring him to his knees.

The only route through a storm-ravaged world, the Bridge Kingdom of Ithicana enriches itself and deprives its rivals, including Lara’s homeland. So when she’s sent there as a bride under the guise of peace, Lara is prepared to do whatever it takes to fracture its impenetrable defenses—and the defenses of its king.

Yet as she infiltrates her new home and gains a deeper understanding of the war to possess the bridge, Lara begins to question whether she’s the hero or the villain. As her feelings for her husband transform from frosty hostility to fierce passion, Lara must choose which kingdom she’ll save . . . and which she’ll destroy.

Also includes the bonus chapters from the paperback reissue: “The Wedding” from Ahnna’s point of view and “The Capture” from Jor’s point of view

Excerpt

 

1

Lara

Lara rested her elbows on the low sandstone wall, her eyes fixed on the glowing sun descending over the distant mountain peaks, nothing between here and there but scorching sand dunes, scorpions, and the occasional lizard. Impassable for anyone without a good camel, the correct provisions, and a healthy dose of luck.

Not that she hadn’t been tempted to try more than once.

A gong was struck, the reverberations echoing over the compound. It had called her to dinner every night for the last fifteen years, but tonight it rattled through her like a war drum. Lara took a deep breath to steady her nerves, then turned, striding across the training yard in the direction of the towering palms, her rose-­colored skirts whispering against her legs. All eleven of her half sisters were converging on the same place, each dressed in a different gown, the color carefully selected by their Mistress of Aesthetics to complement their features.

Lara detested pink, but no one had asked for her opinion.

After fifteen years caged within the compound, tonight would be the sisters’ last here together, and their Master of Meditation had ordered them to spend the hour before dinner in a favored location, contemplating all they had learned and all they would accomplish with the tools they’d been given.

Or at least, what one of them would accomplish.

The scent of the oasis drifted over Lara on the faintest of breezes. The smell of fruits and leafy things, the char of cooking meat, and, above all, water. Precious, precious water. The compound was located on one of the few springs in the midst of the Red Desert, but far off caravan routes. Isolated. Secret.

Just the way their father, the king of Maridrina, liked it. And from what she’d been told about him, he was a man who always got what he wanted, one way or another.

Pausing at the edge of the training yard, Lara brushed the bottoms of her feet against her calves, dusting off the sand before sliding on delicate, high-­heeled sandals, her balance as steady as though she wore combat boots.

Click, click, click. Her heels echoed the frantic beat of her heart as she walked down the pathway of mosaic tile and crossed the small bridge, the gentle sound of stringed instruments rising above the gurgle of water. The musicians had arrived with her father’s entourage to provide the entertainment for tonight’s festivities.

She doubted they’d be making the return journey.

A bead of sweat trickled down her back, the strap holding a knife against her inner thigh already damp. You will not die tonight, she silently chanted. Not tonight.

Lara and her sisters converged on the center of the oasis, a courtyard encircled by the spring, which turned it into an island of greenery. They walked toward the enormous table draped with silk and heavy with the silverware required for the dozen or more courses waiting in the wings. Servants, all of them mute, stood behind the thirteen chairs, eyes fixed on their feet. As the women approached, they drew the chairs back, and Lara sat without looking, knowing the rose-colored cushion would be beneath her.

None of the sisters spoke.

Underneath the table, Lara felt a hand grip hers. She allowed her eyes to flick to her left, briefly meeting Sarhina’s gaze, before returning to her plate. All twelve of them were the king’s daughters, now twenty years of age, each born by a different one of his wives. Lara and her half sisters had been brought to this secret place to undergo training that no Maridrinian girl had ever before received. Training that was now complete.

Lara’s stomach twisted sour, and she dropped Sarhina’s hand, the feel of her closest sister’s skin, cool and dry relative to her own, making her want to be sick.

The gong sounded again, and the musicians went silent as the girls rose to their feet. A heartbeat later, their father appeared, his silver hair gleaming in the lamplight as he traversed the path ­toward them, his azure eyes identical to those of every girl present. Sweat ran in rivulets down Lara’s legs even as her training had her take in every detail. The indigo of his coat. The worn leather of his boots. The sword belted at his waist. And, as he turned to walk around the table, the faintest outline of the blade hidden along his spine.

When he sat, Lara and her sisters followed suit, none of them making a sound.

“Daughters.” Leaning back in his chair, Silas Veliant, the king of Maridrina, smiled, waited for his taster to nod, then took a long mouthful of wine. All of them mirrored the motion, but Lara barely tasted the crimson liquid as it crossed her tongue.

“You are my most prized of possessions,” he said, waving his glass to encompass them all. “Of the twenty of my progeny who were brought here, you are all that survive. That you do, that you thrive, is an achievement, for the training you’ve received would’ve been a test for the best of men. And you are not men.”

It was only that very training that kept Lara from narrowing her eyes. From showing any emotion at all.

“All of you were brought here so that I might determine which of you is best. Which of you will be my knife in the dark. Which of you will become queen of Ithicana.” His eyes had all the compassion of one of the scorpions in the desert. “Which of you will fracture Ithicana’s defenses, and, in doing so, allow Maridrina to return to its former glory.”

Lara nodded once, all of her sisters doing the same. There was no anticipation. At least, not for their father’s choice. It had been made days ago, and Marylyn sat at the opposite end of the table, her golden hair braided like a crown at her brow, her dress lamé to match. Marylyn had been the obvious choice: brilliant, gracious, beautiful as the sunrise—­and as alluring as the sunset.

No, the anticipation was for what would come next. The choice had been made as to who would be offered to the crown prince—­king, now—­of the kingdom of Ithicana. What remained unknown was what would become of the rest of them. They were of royal blood, and that made them worth something.

All the sisters, Marylyn included, had gathered close on a pile of pillows the last two nights, each of them speculating as to their fates. To whom of the king’s viziers might they be wed. To which other realms might they be offered as brides. Neither the man nor the kingdom mattered. What every girl cared about was that it would be freedom from this place.

But all those long nights, Lara had rested on the outskirts, offering nothing, using the time to watch her sisters. To love them. To remember how she had fought each of them as often as she had hugged them tight. Their smiles. Their eyes. The way, even past childhood, they nestled together like a pile of puppies newly away from their mother.

Because Lara knew what the others did not: that their father intended for only one sister to leave the compound. And that would be the future queen of Ithicana.

A salad garnished with cheese and vibrant fruit was placed before her, and Lara ate mechanically. You will live, you will live, you will live, she chanted to herself.

“For as long as memory, Ithicana has placed a stranglehold on trade, making kingdoms and breaking them like it were some dark god.” Her father addressed them, his eyes flaring bright. “My father, and his father, and his father before him all sought to break the Bridge Kingdom. With assassins, with war, with blockades, with every tool at their disposal. But not one of them thought to use a woman.”

He smiled slyly. “Maridrinian women are soft. They are weak. They are good for nothing more than keeping house and raising children. Except for you twelve.”

Lara didn’t blink. None of her sisters did, and she wondered for a breath whether he realized that every one of them was considering stabbing him in the heart over the insult of his words. He should know well that every one of them was capable of doing it.

Her father continued, “Fifteen years ago, the king of Ithicana demanded a bride for his son and heir as tribute. As payment.” His lip curled up in a sneer. “The bastard is a year dead, but his son has called in his due. And Maridrina is ready.” His eyes went to Marylyn, then to the servants moving to clear the salad plates.

In the shadows of the growing night, Lara sensed movement. Felt the presence of the mass of soldiers her father had brought with him. The servants reappeared with steaming bowls of soup, the scent of cinnamon and leeks drifting ahead of them.

“Ithicana’s greed, its hubris, its contempt for you, will be its downfall.”

Lara allowed her eyes to leave her father’s face, taking in each one of her sisters. With all their training, all their knowledge of his plans, he never intended for any of them, save his chosen one, to live an hour past this dinner.

The soups were placed before them, and every one of her sisters waited for their father’s taster to take the first mouthful and nod. Then they picked up their spoons and dutifully began to eat.

Lara did the same.

Excerpted from The Bridge Kingdom (Deluxe Edition) by Danielle L. Jensen. Copyright © 2024 by Danielle L. Jensen. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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