Authors donate to anthology to raise money for colleague stricken with breast cancer.
Eleven authors have donated their work to a box set of novellas to raise money for the medical expenses of a colleague stricken with breast cancer. The LAST HERO STANDING box set, which is set to release on Oct. 28, features 11 novels and novellas for only 99 cents, including a bonus short story from New York Times bestseller Dianna Love. All the proceeds from sales of the box set will go toward the medical expenses of USA Today bestselling author Pamela Clare, who was diagnosed with breast cancer this past April and has been unable to work since then.
Author Extras from Tracey Devlyn:
1. How has cancer touched you personally?
Cancer left its first scar several years ago when lung cancer took my beloved stepdad. Since then, one of my co-workers fought and won throat cancer and two more of my author friends has been terrorized by this awful disease. Strong, beautiful people, everyone one of them.
2. Why did you participate in the LAST HERO STANDING fundraiser for fellow author Pamela Clare?
I decided to participate in the LHS boxed set for several reasons. 1) Dianna Love asked me and I would do just about anything for her; 2) I know what’s it’s like to constantly worry about money and wonder how you’re going to pay next month’s bills; 3) I’m all about paying it forward; and 4) After I heard Pamela’s story, I couldn’t not participate.
Award-winning author Tracey Devlyn wanted to be the next Dian Fossey and explore the wilds of Africa, but that was before she met chemistry and calculus and realized a business major, rather than a scientific degree, might be more up her alley. With a creative mind capable of bringing the nineteenth century to life and an enthusiasm for research that borders on disturbing, it was no surprise when she started penning romantic historical thrillers that have been met with high critical acclaim. On top of all that, Tracey is a closet entrepreneur who co-founded the popular Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, Chicagoland’s exciting new reading salon devoted to romantic fiction. Tracey spends her evenings with her sexy practical-joke-playing husband who she has yet to pay back for the sneaky underwear trick and her weekends torturing her Regency-era characters. For more information on Tracey, please visit www.TraceyDevlyn.com.
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LAST HERO STANDING BOX SET
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PLEASE NOTE: This box set will be available for ONE MONTH ONLY, and all proceeds go directly to the medical fund for box set author Pamela Clare, who is in the midst of her own battle with breast cancer. Everyone who touched this project donated their time and stories. Please help us help her by treating yourself and your friends to a box set full of great stories!
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KISS THE ENEMY, a Slye Temp novel
“It seems with each book, this series gets better…”
New York Times Bestseller Cynthia Eden
FIRST TASTE OF DARKNESS, a novella
“Plenty of passion to fan yourself but also enough love…to make you swoon.” –So Many Reads
New York Times Bestseller Elisabeth Naughton
FIRST EXPOSURE, an Aegis Security prequel novella
“This series is off to an explosive start.”
New York Times Bestseller Joan Swan
SINFUL DECEPTION, a Renegades novel
“Another fast-paced, action-packed, sexy Covert Affairs story!”
New York Times Bestseller Bonnie Vanak
TAKEN BY THE ALPHA WOLF, a novella
“Highly recommend to anyone who likes steamy, sexy novels.”
USA Today Bestseller Pamela Clare
FIRST STRIKE, an I-Team novella
“If you’re a fan of romantic suspense, you must read Pamela Clare!”
USA Today Bestseller Mary Buckham
INVISIBLE FEARS, an Invisible Recruits novel
“The powerful descriptive ability this author displays raises the bar for Urban Fantasy!”
USA Today Bestseller Adrienne Giordano
THE EVASION, a Justifiable Cause Novella
“Adrienne Giordano delivers everything romantic suspense readers want…”
USA Today Bestseller Norah Wilson
NIGHTFALL, A Vampire Romance Novel
“…an edge of your seat series.”
Award-Winning Author Stephanie Rowe
ICE, an Alaska Heat novel
“ICE delivers pulse-pounding chills and hot romance!”
Award-winning Author Tracey Devlyn
LATYMER, a Nexus novella
LATYMER – Tracey Devlyn
Releasing a breath, Latymer moved from room to room, floor to floor, sifting through the evening shadows with painstaking precision. White linens draped every piece of furniture, making the once-happy atmosphere feel more like that of a dreary mausoleum.
He saved Lydia’s bedchamber for last. Had he been stronger, he would have gone there first, knowing if Giles had managed to find his way home, he would’ve sought the comfort of his mother’s chamber. An instinctual response for any child, especially one who’d suffered so much.
But Latymer’s courage began to flag the moment he placed his boot on the first stair. Although he could ignore the grief, he hadn’t been able to control the longing. After the French had kidnapped Giles and forced Lydia to spy on Somerton for them, he’d come here often. This house, their possessions, her bedchamber—the only links he had left to his lover and his son. Once he’d learned of her death, he’d stopped coming.
He stared at Lydia’s bedchamber door now, praying Giles was within. If he lost his son to the French, as he’d lost the woman he loved, not even Bonaparte would be safe from his vengeance.
Turning the handle, he eased the door open and slipped inside. Low, flickering light caught his eye. “Giles?”
“No, darling, not Giles.”
Collette. His heart sank like a bag of tarnished coins into his gut.
How had she known to come here? Had she followed Giles? His gaze slashed around the chamber, searching for his son.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
The lamplight grew stronger. “Looking for someone?” Collette’s bloodred lips tipped up into a taunting smile.
“Where is he?”
Sitting at Lydia’s dressing room table, Collette reached for a silver comb that lay next to a small pistol. She slid the hairpiece into her mass of dark locks, twisting her head one way, then the other, inspecting her handiwork. He’d given the comb to Lydia on her birthday five years ago. Seeing the special piece in his enemy’s possession sent fire streaking through his veins.
She met his gaze in the looking glass. “He?”
“Don’t play games with me, Collette. What have you done with my son?”
“We will get to him later.” She rose and turned to face him. “First, let us discuss the unfinished business you have yet to attend to.”
“There is no later. If you know where my son is, tell me now.” The steel in his voice drew forth two new bodyguards—one from the corridor and one from the dressing room—both as large as the last two he’d dispatched. “It appears you purchase your brawn in bulk.”
Her eyes twinkled. “So much more convenient that way. Now, about that unfinished business . . .”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” He threw up his hands. “The damned list does not exist. When will your superiors listen?”
She reached for the pistol. “We’re no longer interested in the piece of paper.”
“Give it some thought, darling. I’m sure that brilliant mind of yours will come up with the answer.”
Latymer considered the last few weeks and the various attempts the French had made to raze the Nexus organization. They had been unsuccessful thus far, but that would not stop them. There could be only one individual they wanted more than a list of agents. “Somerton.”
She sent him an appreciative smile. “Very good, my lord. Bring him to me.”
He and Somerton had a long history of working together at the Alien Office—until Somerton realized Latymer was aiding the French. Even though Somerton was now his enemy, he was the one person Latymer trusted. To betray Somerton once again would be difficult, though not impossible. To save Giles, he would do whatever it took. But first, he had to uncover what Collette knew about his son’s whereabouts—if anything. “Show me my son first.”
“That’s not how this works, Latymer, and you know it,” Collette purred, clearly enjoying having the upper hand.
When he’d met Collette many years ago in London, fresh out of the schoolroom, she’d exuded a raw, untamed sensuality. Four days after meeting her, Latymer had taken her to bed and had spent several hours tutoring her in the carnal arts. She had been a quick and enthusiastic pupil.
Although extraordinary, her beauty had not been the reason for his interest. No, he had enticed Collette into his bed to coax from her information about her new husband and his associates within the French government. Two months into their affair, she discovered his duplicity. Undeterred, she’d asked questions . . . a lot of questions. And then she’d disappeared. Their paths crossed a few more times over the years, and every time he saw her he had been fascinated by her transformation—from innocent to victim, to predator, to killer.
“You expect me to bring one of the most dangerous men in Britain to you without any assurance that my son is even alive?”
Nodding, she lifted the pistol in his direction. “Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying.” She began to move toward him, one provocative step at a time. “You have a perfect understanding of the situation.”
“If I do what you want, I’m free of further harassment from your emperor?”
“Harassment? I do not recall you being so harsh last time we worked together.” Her gaze roamed down his frame leisurely, thoroughly, seductively.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Latymer’s body took notice. One sultry look. That’s all it had taken to awaken memories of their brief affair. She knew how to pleasure a man and how to take a man’s pleasure. How to make him feel like a king.
“Last time we met you weren’t after my son.”
“You’re becoming quite soft on me, Latymer. So much emotional bother over a bastard.”
“Careful, Collette,” he said in a quiet, dangerous voice.
“A man with your aspirations should know better than to become attached to anyone or anything.”
“Let’s stop wasting time. Do we have an understanding or not?”
She approached him with a confident stride, though caution rode beside her like a battalion of loyal guards. Her pistol never wavered. She continued forward until the end of the barrel rested against his temple. He dared not move. If nothing else, he understood one thing about her—she would not hesitate to pull the trigger if he made any attempt to overcome her. This woman never hesitated, nor did she waste her time and energy on regrets.
Her familiar exotic scent reached his nostrils, and he could not stop his slow intake of breath—nor the hardening of his body. Whether his physical reaction was due to the threat, or to the temptation, she presented, he couldn’t be sure. Given his peccadilloes, it could be both.
A flush of pink highlighted her sculpted cheeks, and a sheen of perspiration peppered the delicate hollow of her throat. Her gaze never left his.
“Still enjoy the thrill of danger, Collette?” He dropped his voice, careful to keep himself motionless. “Is that the thunder of your heart beating? Does your womb weep for me?”
She caressed the steel barrel against his temple. “Feel free to indulge in your curiosity.”
“Is your trigger finger steady?”
Something close to a genuine smile appeared. “You’re good, darling,” she responded. “But not that deliciously good.”
“We’ll see.” All he needed was a split second of inattention. Enough time for him to wrench her weapon away and force her to reveal what she knew about Giles. “Send your dogs away.”
Her erotic gaze roamed his face, finally resting on his mouth. “I think not.” She smiled. “Etienne and Philippe won’t mind.”
Latymer clenched his jaw. Having her two guards in the room complicated things.
“Do not move your head without my permission,” she said, “or it won’t go well for you.”
“Then you’re going to have to come closer.”
“You wouldn’t be foolish enough to underestimate me, would you?”
He lowered his lids and expanded his chest. “Do I look foolish?”
She pressed the pistol against his flesh and moved close enough for the tip of her boots to touch his.
Accepting her challenge, he caressed the backs of his fingers over her silken cheek and down her long, slender neck. Her breasts rose to meet his touch, and the soft, exposed skin above her neckline invited him to linger. He did.