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A Perfect Getaway by Lynn Chantale

Hoping to rekindle the sizzle in their marriage, Harmony Evans plans a romantic getaway. A secluded cabin at Juniper Lake resort is the perfect place to seduce his wife and if he can get in a little ghost hunting, even better.

Jade is more than happy to spend the weekend getting reacquainted with Harmony, without the ghosts, but when their cabin appears haunted and the spectral inhabitants shoves their belongings to the door, she figures it’s time to leave.

No one told them Juniper Lake had a sordid past complete with a serial killer and its own host of earthbound spirits. When the other guests begin to die, the best they can hope for is to survive the night. With a sadistic killer on the loose and bodies piling up, romance will take a backseat to murder.


“It’s haunted.”

Conversation around the large table ceased and all eyes turned to the middle-aged man speaking. His wavy brown hair was riddled with gray, and his eyes were warm and intelligent.

“Professor?” This was from a redhead with way too much cleavage and not enough clothes.

“You heard me, Amber. These grounds are haunted. A grisly murder occurred in the late 1800s and well, from all accounts the souls of the victims never moved on. Staying to either help or harm the occupants of this establishment,” the professor explained.

Harmony raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jade. She shifted in her seat, lowering her spoon to the table.

“Was the murderer ever caught?” This was from a light-skinned boy with a high afro, giving him the appearance of one of those troll dolls from her childhood.

The professor dabbed his mouth with his napkin, leaning back in his chair, almost as if he were pleased with the turn of the conversation.

If his explanation could clarify some of the strange things going on in the cabin, well, she was willing to listen. Jade studied the occupants at the table. Only one other man was present. He wasn’t quite old but he didn’t have the fresh-faced glow of youth either. He hadn’t spoken much, but had more or less watched the others just as she was doing.


The man on her left perked up, giving the professor his full attention. Jade studied the tight set of his jaw. Despite his apparent affability, tension seemed to flow from him. She moved closer to Harmony.

“Are the cameras in place for tonight’s dead time?”

“Dead time?” Harmony said.

She nudged him.

“Yes. The time between two and four or usually three in the morning,” Tyrese answered. His voice was pitched low, causing the listener to lean toward him to hear. Whether this was deliberate or not Jade didn’t like it. Why didn’t the man just speak up?

“We’ve found that’s the time earthbound spirits are most active,” the professor added. “You are more than welcome to join us. There are plenty of monitors to keep an eye on things.”

“How will you know if something is there?” This time Jade glared at her husband. He reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m curious.”

She huffed and resumed eating her soup. Not that she wasn’t curious as well, there was just something about this entire group that seemed a little off to her. They seemed a little too cheery, a little too solicitous.

“The owner, our lovely hostess, Sela, has reported cold spots in different rooms or cabins. Items being moved from one end of the room to the other, has even noted laundry being folded. While she finds this to be a fantastic plus, it can be a little disconcerting.”

A chuckle went around the table, but Jade only felt a chill wiggle down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end. She glanced around and got the distinct impression that someone was watching her.

Low rumbling overhead accompanied the flicker of lights. Jade clutched Harmony’s hand.

“Nothing like a little ambience to go along with a ghost story.” Tyrese chuckled. “Are you afraid of ghosts, Jade?”

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The Bear Hug Challenge. #MFRWhooks

Benjamin Douglas or Sir Casanova had a reputation to live up to, known for tossing roses to beautiful women in the audience and stealing a smooch or two on the way in or out of the ring, well its all part of the act. Many believe the hype of his philandering when he’s away from his 10 y/o daughter, including his next door neighbor Serena Jameson.  


Serena Jameson has had a crush on the single dad since she saw him tumbling with his daughter in the backyard, but she knows his altar ego is a playboy, yet her heart tells her it’s all an act. After he treats his daughter like the treasure she is, still Serena can’t get past the womanizing image. Yet she gives him a chance.


When an unexpected visitor emerges from Ben’s past the challenges faced will put their relationship to the test. Will the couple have a chance to endure to the last bell or will one tap out before the match has even begun? 


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“Is he really going to take the challenge?” Becca whispered, eyes wide.

“What challenge, honey?”

“The Bear Hug Challenge. My dad’s never done one before and, well, Grizzly wrestles big black bears up north in the forests somewhere. I don’t want him to hurt my dad.”

Serena bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. She knew most of the moves and holds didn’t hurt, but accidents did happen. “Did your dad talk to you before the match?”

A quick nod set the riot of sandy curls into motion.

“Then you know Grizzly won’t really try to hurt your dad.”

Becca’s shoulders met her ears, then sagged as she blew out a breath. “Okay. Just checking. I worry about him.”

She squeezed the girl’s shoulder. “I understand.”

The two men circled one another before grappling, ending in a collar and elbow tie up, one hand on the back of the neck while the other gripped the elbow. Casanova wiggled free and twisted Grizzly’s arm behind his back, then ran him into one corner of the ring. Once there he hopped on the second rope, still holding the man’s arm, viciously twisting until Grizzly howled.


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Forced to sacrifice… #MFRWhooks

Sin Eaters Book One: Pride by Lynn Chantale

Huemac, a half-breed, covets ultimate power, but he needs two things—access to the royal family and an ancient artifact. He attains the former by seducing the Emperor’s sister, and then steals the latter.


Moctezuma, the newly crowned Emperor, comes from a long line of powerful gods known as Sin-Eaters. He desires peace among his people, but an ancient prophecy warns of war.


Huemac discovers the incantation to activate the fabled Athame of Souls, a mythical weapon capable of entrapping souls. His quest to rule is within his grasp. Only one thing stands in his way—Moctezuma.


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“My friend!” Huemac clasped Moctezuma’s wrist, then drew him in for a hug.

Moctezuma blocked the gesture with a flat palm on Huemac’s chest and a slight frown. “You are rather exuberant in your greeting.” Though the admonition was terse, a gleam of amusement tinted his eyes. “You must have seen your lady love.”

Huemac forced a blush, then was surprised at how easily the heat rose in his cheeks. He inclined his head. Did he really need Moctezuma’s approval? “Yes.”

Moctezuma laughed. “Old friend, you do not have to pretend with me. I have seen the way my sister looks at you. She pretends indifference when you are near, but she cannot hide her glow of love.” He turned sober. “Have a care with her heart. If your intentions are not honorable, I shall be forced to sacrifice you in the pits.”

A long silence hung between the two. Huemac was first to look away. He swallowed the angry retort that burned like acid in his throat. How dare this half-breed threaten him with a death befitting mortals. The pits were for the entertainment of the gods, suitable for those who had fallen out of favor or displeased them, and yes, even used for lesser gods, but not one such as himself. Huemac was a god to be feared, a captain in the Emperor’s army only outranked by Tialoc and his second-in-command, Xochiti.

“I intend to give her all the honor due her,” Huemac vowed. And then to keep her on as a slave. After all, she did satisfy his needs. “She has persuaded me to wait until after your celebration to announce our relationship.”

Moctezuma winced. “Yes. All this fanfare and nonsense to be named successor as leader of our people. It is so unnecessary. I have tried to speak reason to my parents, but my pleas have fallen on deaf ears.”

The other male did not want the throne? That was surprising news. “Surely, you jest,”
“No. My brother would be better suited for the task, but my father insists that as first son, it is my birthright, regardless of blood.”

Huemac was one of a select group of people who knew of Moctezuma’s lineage. He was not a full-blooded god. He was a demi, the product of a god and a human woman. Even more important, Moctezuma was the descendant of a long line of Sin-Eaters. They were an ancient sect of gods charged with removing the sin from mortals and gods alike to aid their passage into an afterlife of paradise. And even fewer people knew Huemac had aided in Moctezuma’s rescue from some overzealous villagers intent on stoning the emperor-to-be to death.

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