Alternate cover edition of ASIN B00EZRUSOW It was a Good Samaritan thing gone horribly wrong. She heard two men talking about killing some poor guy named Alastair. She only wanted to warn him—to save his life—but she soon found herself embroiled in his mess. He might be drop dead gorgeous. She might be forming a real attachment to his dog. But is any man worth this? Running for her life with a truly delicious hero, the help of his seven equally yummy brothers and one adorable dachshund named Jaws? Okay, maybe he is worth it.

Artist Pleasance Roberts had no idea that her client was a French terrorist, or that he'd used her talents to kill people. But when a certain, sexy, Federal Agent set his sights on her, she realized nothing was what it seemed. Suddenly she wasn't sure who was more dangerous to her well being; her sneaky client, or the uber sexy agent with dark red hair and a funny name, who held serious claim to her body and threatened to walk away with her heart. Alfric Honeybun thought the lady with the lovely mocha latte skin and startling blue eyes was working with the terrorists. But when those same terrorists tried to kill both of them, Alfric found himself spending a LOT of time with the pretty artist. He'd had no intention of falling in love. But his body wasn't taking direction from his brain. And things were heating up pretty fast.

Warwicke Honeybun heard them long before he saw them. A man’s voice spoke in angry tones and a woman’s voice…shrill with emotion…responded. The voices were coming from the other side of a trailer rig, one of several that were parked in the lot around the Speedway. He was about to turn around and take another route, giving them their privacy, when he heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the woman crying out. Warwicke broke into a run and rounded the back of the trailer. The sight that met him when he came around the rig made his blood boil. “Hey!” The woman was on the ground. The man had a hand on one of her shoulders and his fingers curled into a cocked fist in front of her face. She’d covered her face with both hands and was waiting for him to hit her. He straightened away from her and let go of her shoulder when Warwicke called out. Warwicke strode toward him, recognizing him as, Casio Lautaro, a high-point Indy car driver. The man’s dark eyes flashed and he clenched both fists, taking an aggressive stance as Warwicke approached. Still, he wasn’t expecting Warwicke’s initial response to his obvious abuse of the woman on the ground. Warwicke didn’t even slow down as he reached Lautaro. His fist struck the man’s face and he grabbed the front of his shirt, “What the hell are you doing, man? You don’t hit a woman. What the hell’s wrong with you?” Lautaro rubbed his jaw and glared at Warwicke. “Stay out of this, Honeybun. You don’t know what you’re sticking your nose into.” “I know exactly what I saw here. And I’d better never see it again. Or I’ll make sure you never set foot on an American track again.” Warwicke shoved the guy away from him and Lautaro stumbled backward several steps before regaining his balance. He glared at the woman on the ground one last time before walking away, still rubbing his jaw. Warwicke turned to the woman and found her pushing herself to her feet. He put a helping hand under one slender arm and she jerked it away, turning to him with fire in her dark eyes. Warwicke lifted both hands and stepped back. “Only trying to help, Fabiana.” She pushed mahogany brown hair, like the finest silk, away from a creamy caramel cheek that had a suspicious shadow on it. Warwicke’s fists clenched in anger. She’d be sporting an ugly bruise by morning. The woman straightened and glared at him. “I don’t want you to tell anyone about this.” Warwicke studied her for a long moment. The light from a distant lamp touched her lithe form and softly highlighted her angular features. She was a beautiful woman, known by all the men around the track as Fabiana the frosty. Finally he said, “You should tell security so they can walk you to your car at night.” She was shaking her head in the negative before he finished the sentence. “I can handle this. I don’t want anyone else to know. Promise me!” Warwicke was reluctant to make her that promise, but something in the way she held herself so stiff and straight…something in the defiant tilt of her head…warned him that she would engage her legendary determination in his direction if he didn’t agree, so he nodded. Deflating like a helium balloon at the North Pole, she jammed her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Would you like me to walk you to your car?" Fabiana shook her head and turned. She walked a few steps away from him and then stopped but didn’t turn back. Staring off into the dimly lit parking lot she said, “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it. I won’t either.” She bobbed her head once and started off.

When Godric Honeybun decides to portray a Native American in a war reenactment weekend, he doesn’t expect to run into his own, personal Indian princess on the battle field. Much to his amazement, when someone tries to kill her, he quickly discovers his inner warrior as he fights to keep her safe. Chandini Moonglow likes reenactment weekends because they allow her to get in touch with her Native American roots. A brilliant chemist and holistic healer, Dini can’t imagine who might want her dead. But she does know that the tall, sexy man with curly, auburn hair and an impossibly deep voice might be all that stands between her and certain death. And, for a variety of reasons, she’s really glad he’s there!

“Hello! You must be Heathcliffe?” He turned as the high-pitched voice pierced the drone of rain hitting his car, looking for its source. She was standing on the porch, her bright red hair blowing in curly tangles around her small, freckled face. She held her hands out in front of her. They were covered in a white substance that looked like flour. The petite woman smiled as he walked toward her. “I’d offer you my hand but you probably don’t want to wear this flour.” Her giggle was even more highly pitched than her voice. Heathcliffe found it strangely charming. He stepped gratefully onto the porch, glad to get out of the building rain. “Hello.” “I’m Nita Harley. Peyton told me you were coming down today.” Her bright green eyes widened as she looked at him. “My goodness! You’re soaked.” Jerking her head toward the house she said, “Let’s get you inside. You can sit in front of the fire while I finish making my bread.” She turned and entered the house without waiting for his response, leaving flour in her wake on every surface she touched. Following the softly rounded sway of her heart-shaped butt through a comfortably appointed room with a blazing fireplace on one long wall, Heathcliffe found himself grinning for the second time in only minutes. He decided coming south might have been a good idea. In fact, as Nita Harley turned at the door, giving him a flour-covered finger wave and grinning widely, he decided it just might have been a very good idea.

The Honeybun Heat romantic suspense series offers readers heart pounding mystery and suspense with action, adventure, murder, mayhem, and sizzling romance! Percy Honeybun and his honey, Brita Muldane just can't catch a break. They've danced around their relationship for years, unable to find a way to make it work. But their lives are intertwined through family and friends and they're just as unable to break completely away from each other. Maybe what they need is a life changing event to help them break through. Or maybe the life-shattering event they suddenly find themselves in, will end up breaking them instead.

In a battle between evil and Honeybun, tall red and sexy will always win. Alfric and Pleasance are getting married on the romantic and beautiful island of O’ahu! Or are they? Violence in the rainforest has a way of upsetting even the best laid plans. And when that violence comes a little too close to home...the brothers might need to exchange their lei for a slightly more deadly form of body ornament. Invasion, war and centuries of the best and worst nature can hand them...Hawaii's overcome it all. But the people of the beautiful islands have never experienced the Honeybuns. That's a whole new kind of natural event!