“Holy shit.” It was a recording studio, filled with top of the line equipment.

“Now you won’t have to fly to California to record. We can have your producers come out here.”

I fiddled with the dials on the control surface and sat down. “This is amazing. How did you think to do this?”

He sat down beside me. “I figured it’d help cut down on your travel time. Plus, you can always come in here and sing in privacy. I know you like to have your space when you’re writing.”

Grasping his face in my hands, I kissed him. “You know I don’t have that fear anymore. I love singing to you and talking to you about my songs.”

“And I love listening to you. But I want you to know you have this space, if you need it,” he murmured.

“Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.” I took one last look around and smiled. “Let me guess, you used a decent-sized chunk of that ten million on this?”

Smirking, he lifted me up into his arms. “I figured I’d spend it on you. It’s a good investment, is it not?”

“Yes, definitely. The more time I get to spend at home the better.”

Our wedding, only one week away, was going to be at our house, but the ceremony would be outside. It was more of a secret affair and only a dozen or so people were invited, including Felicity and Nick. I couldn’t wait to see them again. Nick was in a serious relationship already, and planned on popping the question while in Wyoming.

Grabbing my hand, Blake pulled me outside and across the yard. When we got to the barn, he winked. “I have another surprise for you. You’re going to love this.”

“Oh yeah? How much am I going to love it?” He chuckled and I had a feeling I knew what he was up to. “Does it involve ropes? Maybe a little sexy time in the hay? It’s definitely been too long since we got dirty in the barn.”

“Ugh, I didn’t need to hear that,” a voice griped from behind.

Blake burst out laughing and I yelped, slapping a hand to my chest. The voice didn’t belong to just anyone; it came from a certain Irish mobster. Only now, he wasn’t in his usual attire, but in a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a cowboy hat.

I closed my eyes and then opened them up again, convinced I was going crazy. “Okay, I’m not hallucinating. What the hell are you doing here?” Over the past few months, he’d sent emails to check up on me, but I had no clue where he was.

Connor rolled his eyes. “What? You’ve never seen an Irish cowboy?”

“Not exactly.” Blake tried to hold back a laugh and failed. “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” I asked.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. Plus, I needed a new ranch hand. Tyla will love bossing him around.” He and Connor shared a look I couldn’t decipher; there was something he wasn’t telling me.

“Are you sure that’s it?”

Sighing, he pulled me into his arms. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. I have a lot of enemies out there and having the extra security will give me peace of mind.”

“Do you think the Irish will try to retaliate?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think they will, but if they do, Connor will know how to spot them. It might not be so bad having the old man around.”

Connor snorted. “Old man, my ass. I’ve only got you by five years, you shithead.”

They bantered back and forth and I couldn’t help but laugh. Having Connor there was going to be interesting, but I knew I’d enjoy it.

Staring up at Blake, I couldn’t help but feel completely and utterly at peace. The thought of living with him for the rest of my life filled me with joy. He was mine and I was his. He had me completely roped in.

High-Sided (Armed & Dangerous)

Logan’s story

Coming August 2016

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NEW YORK TIMES and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written countless novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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Tyler

Savannah McGuire, the girl who was taken from Rivers Crossing years ago by her power-hungry mother, is due to return. I’m excited and nervous, a deadly combination. Diagnosis: pure anxiety. My palms are sweaty, my leg is bouncing up and down and I don’t know why. Sure, it’s been five years since we’ve seen or spoken to each other, but her coming back here shouldn’t make me feel like I’m about to go on a date with Miss America.

When I see the old Greyhound bus come rumbling down the road, I straighten in my seat, clutching the steering wheel until my knuckles are white with tension. I’ve known about her return for a week now, but haven’t let the news set in that my one-time best friend is returning. Half of me thought this day would never happen because something would prevent her from coming home. I’m still not convinced that it will be her getting off the bus in a few seconds.

The Greyhound comes to a halt, its brakes squealing from the pressure. The door swings open and my eyes instantly scan the windows to see if I can spot Savannah. I hold my breath when I see candy-apple-red heels hitting the last step before reaching the cracked pavement. Her long blonde hair sways lightly from the exhaust blowing behind her. It’s stifling out and this is as much of a breeze as she’s going to get. She moves her head back and forth just like those stupid hair commercials my mom is always watching. She looks up and down the road before setting her hands on her hips. I shake my head, knowing that this ain’t my Savannah.