Book of the Week

Something is on the prowl in Pelican Bluff, Minnesota. When the mayor of the small town calls in cryptozooloist Laurel Jensen to investigate strange sightings of a winged, demon-like beast roaming the forest, she can’t resist. It’s not her passion for the unknown that draws her, though, it’s her need to come face-to-face with the creature that’s been haunting her dreams.
Laurel has seen the beast, too. He calls to her, eager to lure her into his clutches and claim her for his own. Certainly not a run-of-the-mill cryptid, more than a clever hoax, the beast is real, and it’s searching for the perfect mate.
National Forest Service Ranger Cade Morrison draws the thankless task of escorting Laurel on her search for evidence of the beast’s existence. Cade knows the mayor is looking for publicity to attract tourists to the Bluff and he doesn’t want any part of it. But he does want part of Laurel Jensen. Or maybe all of her. Too bad he’s not willing to share her with The Demon of Pelican Bluff...

The Demon of Pelican Bluff is a definite must-read that you don’t want to miss! With enough sexy hot chemistry, the flying sparks will cause your pulse to race and your legs to cross and squeeze. –Kerin, Two Lips Reviews

Excerpt:

Cade Morrison eyed his surly reflection in the small mirror that hung next to the door of his office. The slate blue eyes that stared back at him narrowed in determination to hide their weariness. He'd have to keep his sunglasses on this morning, even though the sky was overcast and the weather service had predicted rain by noon.

He rubbed at the dark stubble coating his chin and vowed once again to bring a spare electric razor to keep on hand for these nights he spent at the ranger station. Far too frequently these days, he'd found himself making do with yesterday's shirt and a quick scrape with a disposable pilfered from the emergency supply cabinet.

As much as he detested the idea of hosting some quirky, National Enquirer type pseudo-scientist for a fruitless day's expedition into the woods, maybe this whole charade would put an end to the "sightings" and allow him to go home and sleep in his own bed on a more regular basis.

So despite his lingering headache, blood shot eyes, and five alarm coffee craving, he had to play nice with the nut job from the university for the sake of his own personal hygiene if nothing else.
"Damn, damn, damn..." According to his watch, she'd be here any second.

Cade made a quick circuit of the office, grabbing his hat and glasses, self-consciously checking his uniform shirt for sweat stains and downing a final gulp of lukewarm decaf. He cursed Joe Fortin, his health-conscious weekend relief ranger, for stocking the supplies based on some nutritionist's recommendation rather than the needs of a man who got four hours of sleep on a good night. Without that burst of caffeine, Cade would be lucky not to end up curled in some bear's den for a long winter's nap. He'd just have to stop off at Thacker's General Store on the way to the lake to get his fix. If the lady scientist complained about the delay, that would be too bad.

The tentative knock on the door, delivered on the dot of nine A.M. caused a sigh, followed by a brief prayer for deliverance. Cade hadn't heard a car pull up on the gravel lane below, or heard footsteps on the two-story flight of aluminum stairs that led up to the station.

Not only was the lady scientist damnably punctual, she was stealthy besides.

"Come on in." He decided against rushing to the door to open it for her. After all, he didn't want her to get the impression that he was in any way pleased by her arrival in Pelican Bluff.
The door opened with its usual whine and creak just as Cade slipped his aviators down the bridge of his nose.

Backlit by the gray-white sky, she was little more than a slim silhouette at first, dressed in faded denims, hiking boots and a down vest and matching backpack right out of the latest Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. He'd expected that. What took him by surprise, though, were the rich chestnut curls, stunning baby blues, and that sweet mouth pursed in a curious grin. For one riveting second, he was lost.

Oh, hell. Why did she have to be hot?