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He can't resist her.
She can't refuse him.
Lies will rip them apart.

As enforcer of the Desert Rebels Cole's job is to protect his MC. As a favor to a friend they take in a young woman who they think is trying to escape a crazy ex. But she's lying. When the truth comes out, so does trouble to the club. Cole wants Raven, but will their explosive attraction to one another be enough to overcome the deception, and give them both a chance at happiness?


Heart pounding, I panted breathlessly, "Cole! I'm-I'm not who you th-think I am!" I scraped his scalp with my nails, bowing sharply beneath his mouth. Oh, sweet Jesus, he was going to kill me with pleasure!

Breathing hard, he pulled his mouth off my nipple and looked up at me with surprising clarity in his eyes, his dark expression stamped with raw arousal. "I know exactly who you are," he grated hoarsely. "I've known since I pulled you beneath me."

What? I took a second to process what he'd said, or to at least try. I was so turned on that it felt as if I were on some life-altering drug, and I was, in a way--I was high on Cole. "We-We can't do this," I whispered, while at the same time asking myself why it was that we couldn't.

His grin was pure sex. "Looks like we are."

"But . . . you thought I was someone else," I reminded him. "What about her?"

He released a frustrated breath. "Can we talk about this later? I'm right in the middle of something."

I was not going to be a convenient fill-in for another woman, no matter how turned on I was. No matter how hot Cole was. "Listen, jerk, when a man makes love to me, I'd at least like to know that he knows it's me he’s making love to."

His body vibrated with laughter against me. "I don't make love, baby. I fuck."

I felt a surge of anger in response to his flippant attitude. "Well, then find someone else to fuck," I hissed, trying to wiggle out from beneath him. Cole was a big man, and he was heavy. Bumping my hips to try to force him to move proved to be a dumb move, because all it managed to do was reveal how fucking huge and hard his cock was.

Cole grunted in response and dropped his head back onto my breasts. I began to wiggle wildly, afraid of where this was going.

Afraid of myself.

"Get off!"

"Jesus, wait a fucking minute, will you?" he growled as if he were in pain, pressing my body down to hold me still.

I stilled. "I'll give you ten seconds."

His mouth was against my breast, and the feel of his smile on my flesh caused a shiver to ripple through my body.

*This MC romance contains explicit language, violence and sexual content not suitable for minors.

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Book 3: PUSHES UP DAISIES--Sedona West Mystery (excerpt PG)

PUSHES UP DAISIES Book 3 Sedona West Mystery Series

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Murder Mystery Romance

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Sedona finds herself in the thick of things with more murder and mayhem. And, oh yes, a decision on which candy store flavor to call her own!


Cozy Haven’s summer is heating up. A bar fight concerning a past date rape; a missing tourist found; villagers complaining about extortion; several people bashed on the head; a daylight abduction... it’s no wonder that tempers are exploding. Folks are at each other’s throats, and that leads to yet another murder to investigate. Sedona West can’t catch a break. Playing host to her sister and baby niece, she has to change her plans and help solve these crimes. The temperature is rising with her would-be suitors as well. These two hunky men are getting impatient for her decision. Should she choose Harrison Oakdale, the celebrity psychologist? Or does she prefer Doug Marino, Cozy Haven’s sheriff? What to do? What to do? Or maybe, when her own head is bashed by the killer, she’ll no longer have a choice... 

Scene Set-Up:
Sedona finally gets her dinner date with sheriff Doug Marino. At an Italian restaurant, they catch up on the latest news.

“This is a lovely place, Doug. I haven’t had Italian food in such a long time. The last ethnic meal I had was Thai.”

Sedona took a sip of wine and glanced around the busy room. Round and square tables covered in white tablecloths were interspersed over the parquet wood flooring, giving diners a sense of confidentiality. But everyone was still out in the open, so if conversations became too animated, there’d be no privacy whatsoever. 

Fortunately their table was situated in a corner, in between two long windows. If they kept their voices low, the table next to them probably wouldn’t be able to make out the words.

Doug buttered a slice of Italian bread. “Yeah, I remember. That was with the other guy, wasn’t it? You’d said you couldn’t resist Thai food. Obviously the way to your heart is a good meal, so eat up, Sedona.”

The other guy. Harrison. She smiled. Harrison and Doug. How strange to have two hunks interested in her. But then what Doug said hit her hard. “Hey, I’m not that easy!”

His slow smile sizzled her insides. “I agree, Sedona. You’re not.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page about that,” she huffed. After making her point, she took another drink, but then set her wine glass down.

With Doug looking devastatingly dreamy in his form-fitting blazer jacket and slacks, she didn’t need the heat from alcohol to course through her veins. She was plenty warm already.

While they waited for their main entrée--ravioli for her and prime rib for him--she nibbled on her Caesar salad. She thought about seeing Doug in his office and the middle initial on his nameplate.

“So, tell me, what does the T. stand for in Dugan T. Marino?”

When he grinned, her stomach did flip-flops. “I wish I could say T. stands for Tiberius, but I can’t. It’s Thomas.”

“I like Thomas. But it’s too bad you can’t be an emperor of Rome. Or even Admiral James T. Kirk.” She shrugged. My middle name is Iris.”

Doug nodded. “I know. That’s why I got you those flowers, Sedona.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What? You’re kidding. How did you find that out?”

“I have connections.” He waited until their plates were placed on the table, and then refilled their glasses. “First, a toast. To many more dinners together.”

She agreed so they clinked glasses, and then took a sip. Fruity merlot wine made her feel so very fine.

Ha! That thought rhymed.

Noticing her spaghetti strap had slipped down her arm, she righted it. “What’s the second then? And by-the-way, I’m not all about food, you know.”

His chocolate brown eyes were riveted on her shoulder. “Hmmn. No, you’re not.” With a sigh, he raised his gaze. “Second, to finding the happiness you deserve.”

Another clink.

“That’s so sweet, Doug. Thank you. And the same for you, too.” Spearing a piece of cheese ravioli, she then tasted it. “Mmm, omigosh, this is so delicious.” She washed the pasta down with more wine.

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not all about food?”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

“Well, I am the sheriff.”

“A tough job, for sure. I sure hope Cozy Haven is done with dead bodies... murdered ones at any rate.”

“Hmmn.” He chewed on that thought and his prime rib. “I have to say, frankly, I won’t be sorry to see the seasonal folks leave Cozy Haven and go back to wherever they live the rest of the time. They’ve been particularly troublesome this year--the Cozy Cottage renters and the motel mob, for example. After Labor Day, they’re gone and life can get back to normal.”

Sedona finished her wine. Once Labor Day came, Harrison would be packing his things and heading back to Los Angeles. Somehow, though, that thought didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would.

Doug picked up the wine bottle. “More?”

“No thanks. I had enough.” She giggled. “If I drink too much, the sheriff might decide to arrest me.”

Her sundress strap decided to fall off her shoulder again.

“If you keep looking like that, the sheriff might decide to ravish you all night,” he muttered.


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New Mystery Series--Book 2: BREAKS AN EGG

BREAKS AN EGG, Book 2 Sedona West Mystery Series

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Murder Mystery Romance

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Just when she thought she was out, she gets pulled back in!

Sedona West wants to move on from the unfortunate murder of her ex husband, however Jervis still has a trick or two up his dead sleeve. He stole two million dollars--now missing--and the Mob thinks she knows where the money is. Her cabin burglarized and shots fired, she turns to the town’s hunky sheriff and the swoon-worthy celebrity psychologist for support. She’d rather turn to them for romance, but gangsters and thugs, masquerading as tourists, have other ideas. More than anything she needs to put the past behind her and live a normal life, but not yet. Sampling the “candy store” goodies of Harrison and Doug will have to wait. Right now Sedona is worried about staying alive!

Scene Set-Up:
At the town café, Sedona is having breakfast with Harrison Oakdale, who just recently returned to Cozy Haven. While they’re catching up, sheriff Doug Marino interrupts and then joins them. The two men are not eager to share Sedona’s attentions.

Harrison glanced around the Food For Thought Café. Maybe he felt their fellow diners’ gazes. He smoothed a hank of his dark hair off his forehead. “This place gives me the creeps. It’s like a gossip-central, isn’t it? People feasting on the lives of others.”

“Maybe it is a little creepy, but it’s harmless.” Sedona took a sip of water. “So why don’t you tell me about your L.A. trip? How many radio shows did you do?”

While they talked, the server brought them coffee. Harrison dumped sugar in his and Sedona took hers with milk and one sugar. It was while she was stirring hers that she noticed a shadow darkening the table.

She looked up. Omigosh, it was Doug, standing there, looming over the edge of the booth.

He was in his summer uniform, the one with the short sleeves revealing strong bicep muscles on arms lightly sprinkled with dark hair. With his warrior stance, he looked, quite frankly, ready for action.

“Doug!” she squeaked.

“Sheriff.” Harrison rolled his gaze.

Hopefully Doug didn’t notice. “Mind if I join you?” Doug raked his gaze over both of them.

“Ah...” Sedona glanced at Harrison.

“Sure,” he begrudgingly replied.

“Hmmn, who shall I sit next to?” Doug set his cowboy hat on the side peg on their booth, then slid in next to her. “No contest, really.”

His muscled thigh butted up next to her partially bare one. Heat seared through her. She tried to move farther down the booth but honestly, there wasn’t much spare space.

“So what brings you to the Food For Thought Café, Sheriff?” Harrison drummed his fingers on the oak tabletop.

“Breakfast,” was the terse reply.

The server dashed over to take his order of coffee and rye toast, and then just as quickly sprinted away.

“Good service,” Harrison commented. “It’s good to be the sheriff.”

“Sometimes it is,” Doug admitted.

Harrison tapped on his mug. “Sedona and I saw something last night that might be important, Sheriff.”

Sedona winced at the “Sedona and I” part. And so did Doug. His body stiffened.

“On the Cozy Cottage burglary?” Doug then turned to Sedona. “What might that be?”

Oh dear. She could feel waves of red anger emanating off of him.

She took a deep breath. “Last night, Harrison called to let me know he just arrived back at Cozy Haven, so he came over for a cup of tea.”

“Tea?” There was that raised eyebrow again.

“Yeah, damn good tea it was, too.” Harrison grinned at her. “Double Bergamot Earl Grey, wasn’t it, darlin’?” He then dug into his hashbrowns.

Darlin’. She grit her teeth. Had Harrison said that on purpose?

Who was she fooling, of course he had.

“Yep, that’s the tea.” She lifted her own eyebrow, but at Harrison. “Anyway, as I was saying, we were drinking the tea out on the front porch and that’s when a car raced down the road. It didn’t have headlights on so I didn’t see the color or make of it. I’d say it was dark though, that’s all I recall. I thought it was a drunk tourist or a speeding teenager.”

“But maybe the car was heading for Cozy Cottage, for whatever reason,” Harrison added.

Doug nodded. “Maybe. The time?”

“Probably around ten, give or take.” Sedona ate a forkful of her huckleberry pancakes. “Mmm, this is so good.”

“Yeah, it sure is.” Harrison grinned.

She shook her head. How in the world did he make everything seem like a sexual innuendo?

Doug took a bite of his toast. “Thanks for the heads up about the speeding car. It’s possible someone else noticed it. We’ll ask around.” He finished his coffee, then firmly set his mug down. “I’ve got to get back to it.”

“But, Doug, you’ve hardly eaten.”

He slid out of the booth, and then patted at his heavy-duty belt. “I’ve had enough.”


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Hooray! SLEEPS WITH THE FISHES, Book 1 in my new Sedona West Mystery Series is now available.

SLEEPS WITH THE FISHES, Book 1 Sedona West Mystery Series

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Murder Mystery Romance

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About Sedona West:
Recovering from a nasty divorce, Sedona gets more than she bargains for when she moves to the idyllic town of Cozy Haven. Her intention is to piece together her shattered life. But Fate decides to throw major roadblocks in her way. First, the hunky sheriff has his eye on her. Second, a celebrity psychologist tries to get her on his private couch. Third, her disreputable ex husband unexpectedly makes an appearance. And fourth, a Girl-Night party turns into an actual Murder party... with all the guests drugged by sedatives in the wine. Talk about a major hangover! And now, Sedona finds herself under the sheriff’s scrutiny as a possible murder suspect. She had the means, the motive, and the opportunity to kill the deceased so how can she convince everyone that she’s innocent?

Scene Set-Up:
While food shopping, Sedona runs into Doug Marino, Cozy Haven’s sheriff. He asks her to join him for dinner at the adjacent café. Still skittish about dating, she reluctantly agrees.

After seeing Sedona and the sheriff settled in a booth by the back window, Nan handed them menus, and then took a step away. She beamed. “Lovely. Um, I mean Terry will be your server. She’ll bring some water. Just take your time you two. Enjoy!”

Nan scurried away, no doubt to spread the gossip. Sedona couldn’t help but chuckle. Setting her lower arms on the wooden table’s edge, she leaned in toward him. “You do realize Cozy Haven’s gossip mill is going to be working overtime tonight, don’t you?”

A twinkle lit his dark eyes, “You mean linking your name with mine?”

“Exactly.” She admired his unaffected smile. “Your office will be getting a boatload of calls from unhappy women, Sheriff. So you’d better do some damage control and fast!”

He removed his bomber jacket, placed it on the side peg on their booth, and then added his big hat to it. He then gestured to her as if asking if she wanted to remove her blazer.

She shook her head. If anything she was too cool, not too warm.

While the lake scene outside the window might’ve been terrific, the view across from her was even better. She stared at his brown uniform shirt with its star badge, colorful patches and nametag, which read, D. Marino, naturally. Underneath the crisp long-sleeved shirt was an undershirt. Peeking above the edge were a few dark curly chest hairs.

Something stirred inside her. Yep, he was very appealing. Very manly. And it had been way too long since she’d felt any stirring whatsoever.

She took the glass of water from their assigned waitress, Terry Yates, who also happened to be one of Sedona’s creative writing students.

“I’ll be back in a sec to take your order,” Terry said as she rushed off.

Maybe Terry was also part of the gossip hotline?

The sheriff took a drink, set his glass on the oak tabletop with a thud, and caught Sedona’s gaze. He didn’t even blink. “First thing, call me Doug. Second thing, I’m not sure I want to do damage control.” He lifted a bushy eyebrow. “What do you say to that?”

She blinked at him--several times. “Oh. I, ah...” Was he flirting with her? Man oh man she did not want to have to deal with that kind of thing.


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ANGEL FIERCE by Vijaya Schartz
Something’s rotten on the angel planet. When Avenging Angels turn up dead, Urielle, their Legion Commander, suspects the handsome intruder brought unspeakable evil to Azura.

Maksou never met a woman he couldn’t seduce. He came to the forbidden planet to rescue his friends and get rich in the process, but the jungle crawls with lethal life forms… including a gorgeous warrior angel, who saves his life but keeps him prisoner and challenges his irresistible charm.

Urielle, sworn to protect Azura at all costs, has no use for a maverick who ignores the rules and endangers the planet… no matter how attractive. Especially when the Galactic Trade Alliance (GTA) wages a secret war to get their greedy hands on the priceless crystal at Azura’s core.

Set up:
Maksou just escaped from the Byzantium space station in a stolen ship.

The engine noise settled to a low purr. Maksou exhaled his relief then lay back and relaxed in his seat. Safe! He allowed himself a smile. Soon, he would rescue his friends and they would all be rich beyond measure.
A silver-gray blur streaked through his field of vision and landed atop his console.
Maksou’s heart skipped then raced. “Holy Motherboard!”
Two green round eyes stared at him suspiciously from a fluffy mass of gray fur. “Meow!”
“Well, barnacle my circuits! You are frightfully big for a house cat.” The records didn’t mention any giant pet onboard. Maksou couldn’t resist the impulse and caressed the big cat’s head, enjoying the silky feel of the luxurious fur. “What’s your name?”
The cat purred louder under his ministrations.
“Your owner was in the hospital for months, but you look well fed and groomed.” Had Maksou missed some fine print in the deed of the ship? “Who has been taking care of you all this time?”
“I have.” The scantily clad girl, with blond hair rippling down to her waist, smiled as she walked toward him with a loose-hipped stride. “He’s a genetically engineered oversized Maine Coon, bred for companionship and stress release. His name is Comet.”
Shazbits! Passengers? That would complicate things. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“My name is Eva, and this is my home. Where is my captain?” She had perfect skin, lots of it, perfect nude shoulders and long naked legs... the most beautiful and tantalizing woman he’d ever seen… and he had seen many.
Yet, something familiar in the tone and cadence of the voice struck Maksou and he relaxed.
“You are an AI.” So, it was EVA, not Eva.
“Artificial Intelligence, yes. How can you tell? Most people cannot.” She smiled coyly.
“Let’s say I’m an expert.” Maksou admired the craftsmanship, the subtle body language, the sophisticated subroutines that made her look and probably feel as real as a natural woman. “Your old captain had excellent taste... in AIs, cats, and ships.”
The large cat stopped grooming to stare at Maksou, then resumed his toilette.
“Had?” EVA’s brow went up and her expression perfectly mimicked perplexity.
“Sorry to tell you, but your owner was long past his expiration date and very sick. He recently died in the hospital. This ship now belongs to me, Maksou Grosvenor.” Maksou gave a polite nod and felt silly for showing good manners to an automaton.
“I was not told of this. Why?” EVA’s large blue eyes widened. “How did you become the captain?”
“I bought the ship at the liquidation of the estate.” Maksou struggled to keep calm. He willed his maxillary muscles to relax. Some AIs could detect lies from facial expressions and body temperature.
EVA stared into empty space for a moment. “Verifying official records.”
“They are in order.” Maksou had hacked into the system and falsified the chain of transactions to redistribute the ownership. He’d forged every detail of credit transfer. No one would ever contest the authenticity of the new deed. “I officially own this ship with everything on board. So, I guess you now belong to me as well.”
“The records seem to be in order.” EVA smiled suggestively. “What should I call you, Captain Grosvenor?”
“Just call me Maksou.” He managed to hide his unease. This title of captain sounded weird.
EVA stepped closer and laid a warm hand on his thigh. “All right, Maksou. What can I do to give you pleasure? My old captain and I had a sweet connection.”
Maksou gently lifted her hand off his thigh. “Sorry, EVA. Not interested in that kind of interaction.” Any man would be lucky to use such a gorgeous piece of technology for pleasure, but Maksou wasn’t about to engage in a relationship with a machine... no matter how beautiful and sophisticated. Besides, he could never trust an amalgam of integrated circuits designed by someone else.
EVA pouted prettily and ran a light finger down his chest. “Are you certain? I am specifically programmed to simulate true love and give the most intense pleasure.”
“No, thanks.” Maksou chuckled. Her previous owner had more credits than brains. 

Each book in the series is a complete story, but FYI, here is the first book:

ANGEL MINE by Vijaya Schartz


Vijaya Schartz, author
High Octane sci-fi fantasy romance with a Kick 
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