First Response: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology

First Response: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology

This collection features first responders—whether firemen or cops or simply the first brave person to sweep into the rescue regardless of the dangers. Expect an adrenaline ride of danger followed by a fiery “first response” romance that will curl your toes!

What's inside!

Far from Over by Reina Torres – They missed their chance at the academy, but after she rescues him from a pile of rubble, a fireman decides it’s time to make her burn for him

Sheltering Charlotte by Elle James – Passions ignite between a cop and a city girl trapped in a cellar while a storm ravages Hellfire, Texas

The Siren’s Song by Ava Cuvay – A spaceport firefighter walks into a bar…and straight into arms of the sassy owner, igniting flames faster than plasma fuel

Fire in the Storm by Payton Harlie – An unexpected hurricane can’t put out the fire between a female ex-Marine and a handsome firefighter when they’re stranded on an isolated island

Claiming Lyla by Megan Ryder – A she-wolf being hunted by pack males during a claiming rite is rescued by a rogue alpha determined to make her his own, despite her desire to be independent

Over the Edge by N.J. Walters – After a bear leaves a corporate lawyer stranded on a cliff ledge, rescue comes from her estranged husband

Save Me Twice by Jaap Boekestein – Playing with handcuffs leads to unexpected and sexy consequences for a timid office worker when she loses the key

Saving Time by Kimberly Dean – When a scientist working on cracking the mystery of time travel falls through a wormhole, a Time Enforcer rushes to save her

Falling Off the Single Track by Tray Ellis – Falling head-over-handlebars wasn’t great for a single-girl weekend warrior, but falling head-over-heels with her mountain biker rescuer put romance on the right track

The $5 Kiss of Life by Michal Scott – Trapped by the small-town conventions imposed on her, a pastor’s spinster daughter finds rescue in the town bad boy’s very public kiss

Drive by M. Jayne – A Lycan on the run from assassins from her own pack must rely on a stranger to survive

Blackout by January George – When a summer heatwave blackout strands a fireman in an elevator with the girl who got away, the temperature isn’t the only thing rising

Handcuffs and G-Strings by Margay Leah Justice – At a benefit for fallen heroes, sparks fly between a socially awkward woman and the cop she mistakes for a stripper

Crossing the Line by A.C. Dawn – After an intense call, a fire captain finally crosses the line with a sexy medic he’s burned for since the moment he first saw her

In the Wild by Delilah Devlin – After a charging bison comes between her and her latest skip, a bounty hunter must rely on the survival skills of her park ranger rescuer

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A New Direction

Hey, everyone, just a quick post to let you know about some changes in my writing life. After much prodding by my younger daughter - and much deliberation on my part - I have decided it's finally time to take a more proactive stance in my writing career and concentrate more on my writing and published books. To this end, I have started a new blog. You can find it here:

https://margayleahjustice.wordpress.com/

I might still come here to promote other authors on occasion, but if you want to keep up with me and my writing, you'll want to head over to the other blog. You never know what I might talk about over there. Could be my latest WIP, could be about a knitting project I'm currently working on. I will be talking more about my own books and what I have planned for the future, so I encourage you to come along and let's have some fun!

Released Today! My New Book, Strip Me

Strip Me

By Margay Leah Justice

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This sizzling and passionate romance follows two men whose lives are turned upside down by their intense mutual attraction.

Sam Richmond is a workaholic in danger of becoming the very man he despises—his father. Stressed and sick with worry, he’s desperate to shake off the shackles that bind him to his current path and embark on a life lived only for himself.

His friends are determined to pull him out of his funk and decide to drag him to a strip club that caters to both men and women. Sam is shocked when he develops an attraction to the show’s male headliner: Rico McIntyre. The two men end up in a backroom for a private lap dance that ends up being a game-changer for them.

Because, despite the fact that they both identify themselves as heterosexual, they decide to explore their strange attraction for one another—if only for one night. But one night quickly becomes another and then another, until a misunderstanding tears the two apart. Both men attempt to forget about the other, only for life to unexpectedly reunite them.

Can Sam and Rico embark on a relationship and come to terms with their new understandings of themselves and who they love? Or are they doomed from the start?

Excerpt:
Strip Me 1 Sam 


You know those friends you have? The good-time Charlies. The class clowns. The party-’til-you-drop—out of college, in some cases—guys. The ones you wonder why you’re still friends with the next morning after a banging night, and yet you still manage to get dragged out (of your comfort zone) by them again. On repeat. Those friends?

It would appear all of my buddies—and I’m using the term loosely here—have morphed into those type of friends with this latest scheme to “make Sam less boring.” What can I say? I’m a busy guy with a high-pressure job. I don’t have the time—or the luxury—to party like we did in college. I have countless responsibilities at work. Deadlines to meet, clients to satisfy.

People rely on me. Some to get the job done, others for a paycheck. If I slack off in my responsibilities, people suffer. I know this better than anyone. Hell, it’s been drilled into me since I was a kid by a father who made no secret of where his priorities lay, and they weren’t at home with the wife and kids, that’s for shit sure. And he fully expects me to take right after him.

But my friends can’t relate because they weren’t raised by the emotionless, work-driven bastard that is my father, otherwise known as Samuel Carlton Richmond, the first.

What a fucking pretentious name. Too bad I’m the second—and he fully expects my firstborn son to be the third. Wonder what he’d think if I told him I’ve decided not to have kids. With him as a role model, I’d rather cut off his precious family line at my balls and save any unborn children the indignity of being reared by the man. And, seriously, who brands their kid with such a pretentious name and expects him to wear it with pride—like it’s a badge of honor or some such shit? So whatever you do, don’t ever triple-name me. Call me Sam and we’ll get along fine. A lesson all my buddies learned the hard way.

Here’s another lesson, my friends: this is not my idea of a fun way to unwind.

“You brought me to a fucking strip club?” I demand when we first enter the building and I catch a glimpse of our playground for the night. “On my birthday?”

Oh right, did I forget to mention that part? Today, I marked thirty-two years in the can with breakfast alone at my condo, lunch with some VIP clients, a conservative dinner with my family—hence my current attire of business formal in my favorite shade of navy—and now this.

I know what you’re thinking. How could I not have known where they were taking me once we arrived here, right? Well, let me tell you, the exterior of this place does not prepare one for what’s inside; it’s a nondescript building with a simple sign, in calligraphy, proclaiming it “The Executive Suite.” For all I knew it was an exclusive club catering to the needs of men of a certain demographic. Oh, it caters to men, all right. On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday—when the women dance. Thursday and Friday, it’s all about the ladies with the men performing. What about the weekend? Well, according to the discreet sign on the wall in the lobby, Saturday is coed night with both sexes sharing the stage, and Sunday the club is closed—unless there’s an MMA event in the basement. So they cater to all types of needs here—sport and pleasure.

And this year my birthday just so happened to land on a . . . Saturday. Convenient, huh? Thank fuck it didn’t land on a Friday—I might’ve ended up here on an all-male night. I wouldn’t put it past these fuckers. They’ll do anything to shake me up or get a good laugh, and if it happens at the same time—all the better.

Still, there’s no getting around the fact that, at some point tonight, men will be getting just as naked as their female counterparts. And I’m going to be forced to watch it. Because I know, now that they finally got me here, there’s no chance in hell they’re letting me leave until they’ve shown me a “proper good time.” In other words, getting drunk on good booze and naked bodies.

Not my scene at all. So of course, I balk at this. “Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me,” I grumble as I start to turn back, desperate to get out of here. But my friends won’t let me.

“Come on, Sammy, it’ll be fun,” says my oldest friend from childhood, Parker “Just call me Park” Evanston. As he literally holds me back from leaving. The bastard. He even gives me that sideways smile he claims can get him anything he wants—from either gender, if he’s so inclined. But not from me. I’m too well acquainted with that smile to fall for its tricks. I’m also not susceptible to his Sinatra-blue eyes or golden-boy looks or charm. Sell it somewhere else, brother, I’m not buying.

To convey that message, I give Park my best “I’m a Richmond, I look down on you” glare, but it has no effect on him; the guy’s grown immune to it over the years of knowing me, just as I’ve grown immune to him. Most of the time. “In what lifetime did you think this”—I jerk my head toward the sign behind the bouncer—“would be fun for me? And on my fucking birthday—are you kidding me with this shit?”

Of all the friends I have, and I have quite a few, Park knows better than anyone else how I feel about things like this. Raised as I was by an absentee father with less sentiment than my smartphone and a mother so caught up in the struggle of raising a child with health issues—that’d be my much-younger sister, Lisa—she barely had time for me and my normal problems, I’m not exactly comfortable in situations like this. PDA? Keep it behind closed doors, please. Public nudity? Isn’t there a law about that? So me, in a strip club? On my birthday—the day infamous for putting you at the center of attention? Not in this lifetime, bud.

If only my friends felt the same way.

I push; they pull. I push harder. They just redouble their efforts, dragging me into a vast, low-lit room that can only be the location of the main attraction: the strippers. I mean, there’s the stage, at the end of the long, rectangular room that opens up to the right of the entrance. The stage is in the far-left corner. The empty stage. Of course we got here before the show started—my buddies wouldn’t want me to miss a damn thing, now would they? Assholes.

With a shake of my head, I hone in on the massive bar polished to a high sheen that takes up most of the back wall; only a doorway to a hallway separates it from the equally impressive stage. Since it’s still early yet, there’s plenty of real estate available at the massive structure—more than enough for five of us to inhabit for the night. Perfect. If I must mark my thirty-second year in a strip club, I’d prefer to do it as far away from the stage as possible within the confines of the building. I make a move in that direction.

But I barely make it two steps before my so-called friends grab me by the arms to drag me in the other direction—toward the stage. Of fucking course.

I can only imagine what a sight we must make. Me, in my Michael Kors business suit being manhandled by four guys who look like they wandered in off the set of the latest Boston-based crime movie: Park, with his carefully-styled, trying-to-hide-the-curls blond locks and his Men’s Wearhouse suit jacket over mismatched trousers and a blue-striped button-down; Marco, with his riot of dark curls and olive eyes proclaiming his Italian heritage, in a maroon Henley and back jeans; Dean, with his sandy-brown hair parted to the side and his blue-green eyes taking everything in, sporting a denim blazer over a polo shirt and jeans; and Quince, with his dark hair buzzed down to his scalp and his all-seeing gray eyes, so tall (he’s got to be over six-five) most of his clothes have to be custom-fit. Yeah, we look like a regular group of wiseguys, but all of us work well within the confines of the law. Well, maybe with the exception of Marco, who heads up his own PI firm; he hates it when we call it that—he likes to refer to it as an “intelligence agency.”

Yeah, so, there I am, being dragged through a strip club—on coed dancer night—by my motley crew of friends. And feeling more awkward, not to mention pissed off, the closer we get to our destination.

Sure enough, my suspicions are confirmed about a minute later when we finally reach it: a table directly in front of the slightly elevated—it’s only about a foot off the ground—stage. With a reserved sign on it.

The fuckers reserved the table for us.

I didn’t even know you could do that.

And what’s worse: the table is decorated to fit the occasion, party hats and noisemakers included. Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me. The reserved sign even states, “For the Birthday Boy.”

Fuck. Me.

There’s no getting out of this shit now.

I cast another murderous glare at my friends that goes unnoticed—or should I say, unacknowledged—as we take our places at the table, me closest to the stage, of course. Hello, birthday boy here.

That’s it. Next year, I’m going to Cabo for the weeks before and after my birthday—alone. No way I’m getting sucked into something like this again.

That decided, I settle into the comfortable sofa-like seat that curves around a bistro table in a semicircle of hard wood and black microfiber. Nice. A casual glance around at my surprisingly sophisticated surroundings—it almost looks like the inside of a fancy country club with its low lighting and semiprivate seating; I can see many business deals going down at these tables—puts me more at ease. Quite a few tables boast small groups of men among our rowdier female counterparts.

For some reason, that makes me relax a little more, and when the drinks start to freely flow my way—I guess there are some perks to being the birthday boy, after all—I let down my guard a bit. Even start to enjoy myself despite being so close to the center of attention, with the performers catering to me when they realize it’s my birthday. What can I say? The booze is top shelf, the music hypnotic, and the dancers are, well, actual dancers—not just some toned bodies wrapping themselves around stripper poles and calling it art. They actually know how to dance and they’re good at it. Even the men.

Wait—fuck—the men.

I didn’t mean to watch them. Once I realized what the set-up was—how they alternate, every other dance, between genders—I figured I’d ignore the stage while the male dancers were performing. At least that was my intention. But a drink or three in, my plan is shot to shit when a certain performer snags my attention—and holds it.

I try to look away.

But I can’t.

There’s just something about the way the Zorro-masked dancer, “Rocco Starr,” undulates onstage that’s sensual as fuck. I may not swing that way, but hell, even I can appreciate it. As evidenced by the semi I sprout watching him move across the glossy platform. Fucking hell.

What can I say? The guy is mesmerizing. The way he rolls his oil-slicked body and bucks his leather-clad—fucking leather—hips; it’s like he’s emulating fucking up there.

And now I’m thinking about getting laid.

While watching a dude dance.

What the fuck? I’m not even bi-curious, let alone gay, but I’m intrigued about this guy? Shit. How much did I have to drink?

Fuck, he’s doing it again. The undulating thing. Does he buck his hips like that when he thrusts into his partner?

Shit, why am I thinking about this?

Are his movements slow and sensuous, like they are to this song? Or does he move hard and fast?

Why can’t I stop thinking about this?

Or maybe he does a combination of both. Ahh, fuuuck.

Why am I so interested in this? In him? It’s not like I’m ever going to be there to see him in action. Hell, after this night, I’ll never see him again, period. This is a one-shot deal, so . . . why not make the most of it? It’s my birthday, after all; I can do whatever I want on this day and file it under birthday perks or some shit, no worries about repercussions—kind of like that “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” rule. Yeah, that’s it.

Besides, it can’t hurt to watch . . . and wonder. No harm in that. I bet I’m not the only one here doing it, men included. This guy is just that good. He’s got everyone’s attention, and all of them, right down to the very last dick in the house, are enthralled by his sensuous motions up on that stage. Hell, at least I’m in good company tonight.

So I fantasize as I watch the dude dance. Imagine what he’s like in bed—not hard to do when he pairs up with a female dancer and they all but burn up the stage with their dirty moves. It’s so damn hot, I find myself shifting in my seat to ease—and hide—my growing erection. And I’m not the only one. All around me, I notice guys, my friends included, doing the same. And the women? They’re about out of their fucking minds, literally screaming for release as they fan themselves with whatever’s handy. All throughout the room, it’s one big fucking orgasm waiting to happen.

And it’s sexy as fuck.

Shit, a few more drinks and a few less clothes and inhibitions, and we could have ourselves one hell of an orgy right here. Hell, we practically are already. And I’m . . . okay with that. More than okay—and I’m not even into that shit. Issues with PDA, remember? But the idea of it is mind-blowing. I almost want to try it. Almost.

Just like I almost want to take that woman’s place onstage with Mr. Rocco Starr.

Where’d that thought come from?

The mind can’t be trusted when it’s soaked in alcohol, especially alcohol of this quality. So I can’t be held responsible for what I think tonight, right? Or how my cock responds to a certain dancer.

But the thing is, I don’t feel drunk—at least not on booze. I know my limits, a hard-learned lesson in college, and I haven’t yet reached them. I’m not even close to the point of no return, so this is all on me. This drunk feeling I’m experiencing? It’s not from booze; it’s pure adrenaline. I’m high on the fantasy of watching another man fuck, something I never really got off on—until tonight.

What. The. Fuck.

My discomfort must be obvious despite my best efforts to hide it because, at one point during the night, Park leans over to me to ask, “You okay there, buddy?” He flicks his gaze down at my crotch. “You know they can take care of that in a private room.”

I nearly choke on my drink at his words. “What?” I lean closer to him so no one overhears what I say next. “They let you have sex in the club? With the dancers?”

“Well, not necessarily. But they will give you a private lap dance, and if you come, you come—they won’t charge you extra for it.” He says this last with a little chuckle. A devious one. Fucker—he must know exactly what I was thinking. “Want us to set that up for you? Consider it a birthday present.”

No fucking way. Never mind the heat that suffuses my body at the idea. To cover my reaction, I hide behind my glass, muttering, “Thanks, but I’m good.”

And that is the end of that.

Or so I thought.

About The Author:

Margay Leah Justice currently lives in Massachusetts with one of her daughters, a cat, and a myriad of characters who vie for her attention and demand that their own stories be told.

Surprise Release From Me! Check Out If You Can See Me

Hey, just in time for Halloween, I have a new book available now for pre-order on Amazon.com. If you like your love stories with a paranormal twist and a dash of history sprinkled throughout, why not check out my newest book, If You Can See Me. Here are the deets:

Blurb:

Some curses stay with a family for generations...

Nate Bentley is a man on a mission. To rid himself of a house he considers a monstrosity before he falls victim to the curse that strikes all the men in his family before their thirty-fifth birthday. But two things stand in his way: a headstrong sister and a woman who can see spirits of the dead.

...it just takes the right combination to break them...

Phaedra Delaney is the woman with the gift. To communicate with the dead. She is also the key to breaking the curse that has bound her family to the Bentley's for over a century. All she has to do is get a Bentley man to fall in love with her before he turns thirty-five. If only he didn't take an instant disliking to her upon their first meeting.

Destiny and determination collide when these two powerful people meet and their lives become inextricably entangled with those of their ancestors. Can they break the curse before Nate reaches his next birthday? Or will he fall victim to the same fate that claimed his father - and every male in the family for the past one hundred plus years?

Available for Pre-Order Here:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZP5LYX?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

Kindle Scout Campaign for If You Can See Me by Margay Leah Justice

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If You Can See Me by Margay Leah Justice

Trying something new to further my ambitions as a published author. I just launched a Kindle Scout campaign for my new book, If You Can See Me, a story about love that crosses time, breaking family curses, a reluctant psychic and a ghost or two.

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Book Boyfriend's Cafe Hot for Friday Blog Hop: The Scent of Humanity by Margay Leah Justice

As part of the Book Boyfriend's Cafe Hot for Friday blog hop, I present to you:

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Excerpt:

“What’s this?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand and running the thumb along the lower edge of her too-full lips. “A little hint of maturity? Silvie Childs apologizing?”

            She nipped his thumb at the jibe, not hard, just enough that he hissed out a breath in reaction. All hint of humor fled from him. He was intent, serious now, every nerve in his body on high alert. “Is that how you want to play it?” he whispered, his voice guttural. “Huh?” He moved a little closer to her, maneuvering her up against the open door. Slipped his thumb between her lips, parting them. “You think we’ve danced around this enough for one day, hmm?”

            “I don’t know what you mean.” Her lips brushed against his thumb as she spoke, igniting a spark within him. Interesting.

            “Liar,” he said as he dipped his head close enough to replace his thumb with his lips. But he didn’t. Instead, he skimmed his lips along her cheekbone to her right ear, flicked his tongue along the rim of the opening. Into her ear, he whispered, “When you stop lying to yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”

            She grabbed the hand he still cupped her face with, the gesture almost – convulsive. Hmm, what was that about? Her breath in his ear sent a shiver throughout his body. “And what,” she whispered against his cheek, “do you think I want?”

            He nipped her earlobe, smiled at her shocked gasp. Soothing the nip with a flick of his tongue, he murmured, “Oh, I don’t know.” Into her ear, “Think about it.” Sliding his lips along her cheek as he withdrew, he couldn’t resist allowing the tip of his tongue to flit across her lips in parting. When she opened her mouth as if in protest, he warned, “Uh-ah, you’ve got to stop lying to yourself first.”

            She slipped her fingers into his hair, grabbing hanks of it to anchor his head and prevent his retreat. He resisted the urge to smile – and to kiss her when she made the overture to him. He merely slipped his thumb back over her lips, using it as a barrier between them. When she cast him a pleading look, he asked, “Do you still hate me?”

            “Yes,” she admitted when he slid his thumb away, releasing her lips from captivity. “More than ever.”

            He smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked instead.

            “You know why!”

            “Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as her answer. “And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”

            “Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.

            Good Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?

            “Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think you do.” He pulled back before she could respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three short steps from her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called over a shoulder. “Lock the door behind me.”

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Look What's New with The Scent of Humanity!

Hey, just wanted to announce that my book The Scent of Humanity, is now available on Kindle Unlimited! You can check it out here:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JUEOPW6

I will be running a giveaway in conjunction with this in the near future, but I was so excited, I had to share this now! Stay tuned for more details...

#MFRWHooks: The Scent of Humanity by Margay Leah Justice

Blurb:

Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. In theory. But in one small town, in one family, that theory is put to the test.

Growing up in a rural town in Massachusetts was supposed to be safe, but for SILVIE CHILDS, that safety was shattered by a kidnapping attempt that forever changed her life. Now, nearly twenty years later, that sense of safety is challenged again by the kidnapping attempt on her young niece, and Silvie is left struggling with one question: How can something like this happen twice in one family?

It is a dilemma shared by NICK FAHEY, the detective assigned to the case. Arriving on the scene of the abduction attempt, Nick expects to run a routine investigation. Until he meets the victim, the niece of a woman he once considered a dear friend. Unfortunately, these days Silvie Childs can barely stand the sight of him.

Once there was a time when Silvie Childs worshipped Nick Fahey, believing he could do no wrong. Until the accident that nearly killed her brother; the accident that Nick reportedly caused. Coming on the heels of her own near abduction, the accident skewed Silvie’s ability to trust men – especially Nick. But now, with the attempt on her niece’s safety, Silvie finds herself in the untenable position of having to trust Nick to bring the kidnapper to justice.

That trust is severely tested when, after only two months, the case is closed for lack of new evidence. Feeling betrayed by the system in which she works as a paralegal and by Nick, Silvie takes matters into her own hands. Contacting local news stations to generate interest in the case, allowing herself to be filmed hanging sketches of the suspect on telephone poles, she will risk her own safety to protect that of her niece. When her efforts re-open the wounds of her past, she is once again forced to put her trust in the one man who still has the power to hurt her – Nick.

The Hook:

“And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”

            “Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.

            Good Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?

            “Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think you do.”

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The Scent of Humanity - Wonderful Review!

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4.0 out of 5 stars The Scent of Humanity October 30, 2014

By Jersey Girl Book Reviews / Jersey Girl Sizzling Book Reviews

Format:Kindle Edition

For Silvie Childs, her traumatic past comes back to haunt her twenty years later with the attempted abduction of her young niece.

For Detective Nick Fahey, the attempted abduction investigation case that he is assigned brings him face to face with a once very close friend with a shared traumatic past.

For both Silvie and Nick, the dilemma of the attempted abduction case brings to the surface their traumatic past, lack of trust, and an undercurrent of personal feelings. When Silvie takes the case into her own hands, can she learn to let go of the past, reach out, and trust Nick like she had twenty years ago in order for them to be able to work together towards getting justice?

In The Scent of Humanity, author Margay Leah Justice weaves a riveting romantic suspense novel that easily draws the reader into Silvie and Nick's story as they work through their painful past and focus on getting justice for the attempted abduction of Silvie's young niece.

Set in the suburbs of Massachusetts, the reader is easily drawn into this riveting story that is full of mystery, suspense, drama, and old heartache. The author does a wonderful job of mixing Silvie and Nick's painful backstory with the suspense of the present and eerily similar attempted abduction case of her niece. This multi-layered and complicated story has enough intriguing twists and turns that keeps the reader guessing and wondering what would happen next as Silvie and Nick put aside their painful past, and learn to work together on investigating the case. You can't help but become captivated by Silvie and Nick's connection and the intensity of the investigation!

With a realistic cast of characters; witty dialogue and dramatic interactions; a richly detailed description of the setting; and a riveting romantic suspense storyline that provides enough thrills and chills until the surprising conclusion, The Scent of Humanity will take the reader one one hell of roller coaster ride!

Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author in exchange for my honest review.

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Melanie James	Signed PaperBack of Accidental Leigh or A Valentine's Surprise by Melanie James (US ONLY)	Nikki Johnstone
Julia Bramer	Signed "Tumbleweed by Julia Bramer" Paperback (US only)	Morgain Frazier-Haulsee
The Book Bellas	Signed Set of Reason to Breathe and Barely Breathing paperbacks by Rebecca Donovan (original covers)(US ONLY)	Maurice Lovez Shante
So Indie Books	$5 Amazon Gift Card (So Indie Books)	Karen L Bailey
Dzintra Sullivan author	$3 Amazon Gift Card (Dzintra Sullivan author)	Amanda Showalter
Author Courtney A Taylor	$5 Amazon Gift Card (Author Courtney A Taylor)	Nicole Ortiz
P.T. Macias	Ebook Ghost, Razer 8, ebook Darlin Storm, Tequila 10 by P.T. Macias	Ashley Nicole Poteet
Trina's Tantilising Tidbits	Ebook Sister Golden Hair: Illicit Rockers Book One (Kindle Edition) by Juli Page Morgan (donated by Trina's Tantilising Tidbits)	Roselle Torres
Aubree Lane	Signed Paperback of Early One Morning by Aubree Lane (US ONLY)	Christina Princess Tatt
Teri Riggs	$20 Amazon Gift Card (Teri Riggs)	Cindy Tibbitts
Teri Riggs	Resolutions ebook	Kassandra Luckeroth
Teri Riggs	Resolutions PB and swag--US shipping only	Maari Hammond
Marisa Oldham	Ebook of The Falling of Love by Marisa Oldham	Jessica Watts
Marisa Oldham	Ebook of The Falling of Love by Marisa Oldham	Maggie Steele
Marisa Oldham	Ebook of The Falling of Love by Marisa Oldham	Maari Hammond
Marisa Oldham	Ebook of The Falling of Love by Marisa Oldham	Crystal Postalwait Morton
JL Beck	EBook ARC's of Bittersweet Revenge. novella by JL Beck	Salli Singleton
JL Beck	EBook ARC's of Bittersweet Revenge. novella by JL Beck	Linda Romer
Tianna Xander	Ebook of Choice from Tianna Xander books (anything but the new release)	Ali Jones
Jami Brumfield	Kindle copy of The Witch's Vampire by Jami Brumfield	Jessica Reads
Jami Brumfield	Kindle copy of Lone Wolf Rising by Jami Brumfield	Erin Kleeberger
Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough	Ebook of Lost and Found by Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough	Amanda Terry
Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough	Ebook of Found By Love by Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough	Joseph Hawkshaw
Fabiola Francisco	Ebook of Perfectly Imperfect	Sheila Karr
KL Shandwick	$10 gift card~ Author Choice (KL Shandwick)	Shelly Hammond
KL Shandwick	Ecopy of Everything Trilogy by KL Shandwick	Jennifer O'c
Southern Belle Book Blog	$10 Amazon gift card (Southern Belle Book Blog)	Amy Smith Bostelman
Isabel Lucero	$5 Amazon Gift Card ( Isabel Lucero )	Angie Chisolm Anderson
Isabel Lucero	E-book of Living in Sin by Isabel Lucero	Maurice Lovez Shante
Isabel Lucero	E-book of Unforgivable Sin by Isabel Lucero	Ashley Jasper
Scarlet Wolfe	Ebook of One Urge, One Plea, Keep Me Trilogy by Scarlet Wolfe	Yaritza Santana
Scarlet Wolfe	Ebook of Trust Game by Scarlet Wolfe	Jennie Schmitt
Scarlet Wolfe	Ebook of A Week for Love to Bloom by Scarlet Wolfe	Denise Rand Huebner
Jennifer Theriot	2 Ebooks, winner's choice: Out of the Box Awakening OR Out of the Box Regifted by Jennifer Theriot	Karen L Bailey
Jennifer Theriot	2 Ebooks, winner's choice: Out of the Box Awakening OR Out of the Box Regifted by Jennifer Theriot	Peggy Serour
Author Gia Riley	Ebook copy of Between the Pain by Author Gia Riley	Neena Christianson Martin
Author Gia Riley	Signed Bookmark from Author Gia Riley (US ONLY)	Elizabeth Stacy
Kelly Cozzone	Kindle copies of Tropical Dreams by Kelly Cozzone	Sierra McBride
Kelly Cozzone	Kindle copies of Tropical Dreams by Kelly Cozzone	Kristina Hohrman
Reading Past My Bedtime	Amazon Ebook of choice up to $1.99 (Reading Past My Bedtime)	Vivian Situ
Anie Michaels	Ebook copy of The Space Between Us by Anie Michaels	Sonya McAlister
Taabia Dupree	E-book of their choice ( Taabia Dupree )	Amie Stockton
Erica Smith *Turn the Page Book Blog*	Ebook up to $3.99 (Turn the Page Book Blog)	Kassandra Zamora
Christy Pastore	E-copy Fifteen Weekends by Christy Pastore	Carol Cobun
Alyne Roberts	Ecopies of Jolted (epub or Mobi) by Alyne Roberts	Jodi Ciorciari-Marinich
Alyne Roberts	Ecopies of Jolted (epub or Mobi) by Alyne Roberts	Salli Singleton
Alyne Roberts	Ecopies of Jolted (epub or Mobi) by Alyne Roberts	Kristina Caldwell Yeager
SBM Book Obsession	Ebook of choice up to $1.99 (SBM Book Obsession)	Sherry Haynes
AK Michaels	Keychain, a signed WWV1 bookmark, a signed Defender's #1 bookmark, WWV button. (International) by AK Michaels	Jai Gagne (US)
AK Michaels	Ecopy of The Witch, The Wolf and the Vampire by AK Michaels	Jessica Sue Whitehouse
Two Book Pushers	Ebooks up $2.99 ebook (Winner's choice) (Two Book Pushers)	Marcy Ayala
Two Book Pushers	Ebooks up $2.99 ebook (Winner's choice) (Two Book Pushers)	Danielle Meek
Just One More Page (Jen Wildner)	Swag pack from Leigh Ann Lunsford (Just One More Page)	Cindy Ledesma
Just One More Page (Jen Wildner)	Set of mixed bookmarks(Just One More Page)	Amy Smith Bostelman
Olivia Linden	Jaded Hearts ebooks by Olivia Linden	Dianne CG
Olivia Linden	Jaded Hearts ebooks by Olivia Linden	Monica Pulliam
Olivia Linden	Jaded Hearts ebooks by Olivia Linden	Maurice Lovez Shante
Olivia Linden	Jaded Hearts ebooks by Olivia Linden	Niki Driscoll
Olivia Linden	Jaded Hearts ebooks by Olivia Linden	Christina Princess Tatt
Samantha Jacobey	Box set of ebooks 1-4 of A New Life Series containing CAPTIVE, BOUND ENTWINED, and EXPOSED by Samantha Jacobey	Jolanda LovestoRead
Amazeballs Book Addicts	Ebook of winner's choice up to $3.99 (Amazeballs Book Addicts)	Maggie Steele
Harper Sloan	Paperback set of CS (all 5 published books) by Harper Sloan	Sonya McAlister
Drue Hoffman	$10.00 worth of Ebooks - gifted through Amazon or B&N (Drue Hoffman)	Karen Palmer Arrowood
Shantel Tessier	Ebook of Undescribable by Shantel Tessier	Tiffany Smith
Linda Lee Williams	Print book of Elsewhere by Linda Lee Williams	Jessica Reads
Linda Lee Williams	e-book of Sisters of the Night: by Linda Lee Williams	Nikki Johnstone
Linda Lee Williams	E-book of Old Town Nights: by Linda Lee Williams	Kelly Batton Cozzone
Linda Lee Williams	E-book of Elsewhere:by Linda Lee Williams	Jennie Schmitt
Felicia Lynn	Tied Up In Heartstrings ebooks by Felicia Lynn	Cheryl Booth Rogers
Felicia Lynn	Tied Up In Heartstrings ebooks by Felicia Lynn	Trish Ramirez
Felicia Lynn	Tied Up In Heartstrings ebooks by Felicia Lynn	Amanda Vinson
Felicia Lynn	Tied Up In Heartstrings ebooks by Felicia Lynn	Yolanda Matias
Felicia Lynn	Tied Up In Heartstrings ebooks by Felicia Lynn	Kim Murray
A.L Wood	E-Books. Set of RRS first chance, last chance, find me. by A.L Wood	Lorie Glowania
A.L Wood	E-Books. Set of RRS first chance, last chance, find me. by A.L Wood	Julia Wicker
A.L Wood	E-Books. Set of RRS first chance, last chance, find me. by A.L Wood	Maureen McKenzie
MaryAnn Jordan	Paperback of choice from either Emma's Home, Laurie's Time, or Carol's Image -by MaryAnn Jordan (US only)	Neena Christianson Martin
MaryAnn Jordan	ebook of choice from either Emma's Home, Laurie's Time, or Carol's Image (US or International; kindle only) by MarAnn Jordan	Amanda Showalter
Renee Entress's Blog	Swag pack (Renee Entress's Blog)	Vik BookLover
Renee Entress's Blog	2 EBooks up to $2.99 of winners choice (Renee Entress's Blog)	Carolyn Johnson
Author Stephanie Gresham	Ecopy of Picking up the Pieces by Author Stephanie Gresham	Rose Holub
Two Chicks and a Dude Book Reviews	$2.99 ebook of choice (Two Chicks and a Dude Book Reviews)	Nikki Flannery
Kim Urban- Oh My Growing TBR	$5 Amazon Gift Card (Kim Urban- Oh My Growing TBR)	Nicole Johnson
My Secret Book Spot	$5 Amazon Gift Card ( My Secret Book Spot)	Tiffany Smith
Cherime MacFarlane	Ebook, Deirdre of The Sorrows by Cherime MacFarlane	Nicole Johnson
A Book Junky's Obsession	$5 gift card to winner's choice of Amazon or Barnes and Noble (A Book Junky's Obsession)	Jen Wildner
Margay Leah Justice	Ebook ~two of Margay Leah Justice books	Vivian Situ
Lisa Swallow	Ebook copy of Summer Sky by Lisa Swallow	Elizabeth Jeannie Downing
Maria/ Rosie's Book Heaven	$5.00 Amazon Gift Card (Rosie's Book Heaven)	Vik BookLover
Nikki Lynn Barrett	Ebook copies of the Passionate Kisses Boxed Set by Nikki Lynn Barrett	Marie McKenney
Nikki Lynn Barrett	Ebook copies of the Passionate Kisses Boxed Set by Nikki Lynn Barrett	Susan M. Scott
Nikki Lynn Barrett	Ebook copies of the Passionate Kisses Boxed Set by Nikki Lynn Barrett	Kristy Petree
Nikki Lynn Barrett	Ebook copies of the Passionate Kisses Boxed Set by Nikki Lynn Barrett	Quentin Coldwater
Nikki Lynn Barrett	Ebook copies of the Passionate Kisses Boxed Set by Nikki Lynn Barrett	Shelly Hammond
Amy J Hawthorn	Ebook of Lacey Temptations by Amy J Hawthorn	Randi Nasen Newman
JW Phillips	E-book of Innocent Lies by JW Phillips	Sheri Stoffer Bishop
JW Phillips	Ebook of Hot Summers Night by JW Phillips	Amie Stockton
Nicola Haken	1 eBook of Being Sawyer Knight by Nicola Haken	Jenny Hoppe Marks
Nicola Haken	1 eBundle of the Take My Hand series. by Nicola Haken	Katarzyna Żerko
T. Hammond	. Signed paperback Blind Seduction: Team Red, Book 1 by T. Hammond	Kristen Kocher (US)
T. Hammond	1. eBook Team Red Omnibus by T. Hammond	Kathleen Nichols
S.R. Grey	paperback of "I Stand Before You" + 2 cool *signed* series bookmarks (US only) By S.R. Grey	Becky Kurtz (US)
Clarissa Wild	$5 Gift Card (Clarissa Wild)	Linda Romer
Clarissa Wild	Signed SWAG by Clarissa Wild	Amanda Botts (US)
Clarissa Wild	Signed SWAG by Clarissa Wild	Leslie Clifford (US)
Clarissa Wild	ebook of FIERCE by Clarissa Wild	Leslie Clifford
Clarissa Wild	ebook of FIERCE by Clarissa Wild	Karen L Bailey
FL Jacob	Signed paperback of Have I Told you by FL Jacob (US Only)	Trish Ramirez (US)
FL Jacob	ebook set of the Black Hollywood Series (US or International)	Karen Palmer Arrowood
Addicted to books and authors	$5.00 Amazon GC (Addicted to books and authors)	Melissa Ogletree
MJ Fields	Paperback copy of Zandor by MJ Flieds	Marcy Ayala (US)
K.M. Scott	Paperback of Crash Into Me (Heart of Stone #1) by K.M. Scott	Alisha Sienkiel (US)
Susan Ward	Paperback of The Girl on the Half Shell by Susan Ward	Brenda Hook (US)
Susan Ward	Paperback of The Signature by Susan Ward	Cindy Tibbitts(US)
Fierce and Fabulous Book Diva	$5.00 Amazon Gift card-US (Fierce and Fabulous Book Diva)	Katarzyna Żerko
A Wanton Book Lover	$5.00 Amazon Gift card-US (A Wanton Book Lover)	Crystal Napper
Kandi Steiner	eBook Chaser Series Bundle (includes eBook copy of Tag Chaser, eBook copy of Song Chaser, and signed series bookmark by Kandi Steiner	Jami Brumfield
Chicks Obsess With Fictio	$5.00 Amazon Gift card-US ( Chicks Obsess With Fiction)	Meghan Chieppa
Riley Lynn ~Best Book Boyfriends	$20.00 Amazon Giftcard (Best Book Boyfriends)	Michelle Wojtasek-Harris
Cindy B. Wells	E-book: Hard as Mason by Cindy B. Wells	Jami Brumfield
HA Fortman	Ebook Chasing Constellations by HA Fortman	Josh Hoberman
HA Fortman	Ebook Chasing Constellations by HA Fortman	Kristina Caldwell Yeager
HA Fortman	Ebook Chasing Constellations by HA Fortman	Karen Palmer Arrowood
HA Fortman	Ebook Chasing Constellations by HA Fortman	Jami Brumfield
HA Fortman	Ebook Chasing Constellations by HA Fortman	Nikki Johnstone

 

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