Four romantic suspense novels that will test the limits of your faith complete the With Me Series. From single fathers to Holy Fathers and step-fathers, this series brings you plenty of heat and tension, spanning across three generations of family secrets and affairs.
From step-fathers to Holy Fathers and single fathers, the men in this series will steal your hearts from the first page and won't give them back until the last. The With Me series follows family secrets that span generations. The men are hot off the skillet and the women know exactly how to handle them. Funny sidekicks, swoon-worthy moments, danger and unexpected twists that carry from one novel to the next.
Indulge in these forbidden love stories as your favourite heroines and alpha-all-the-way heroes fight for love at every turn.
“When I finish a book and have this overwhelming tightness in my chest, it tells me the book touched me on a deeper level than is sometimes comfortable yet....I wouldn't change a thing.” ★★★★★ from Haunted one, Reviewer
“This book has made a sinner out of me, and a strong fighter, because it can and it will! It made me laugh, cry, swoon (a lot), drool (buckets), and scared and anxious, I swear I won't be able to get down from all those emotional highs!” ★★★★★ from Kaye, Reviewer
“A devilishly smoking hot romance and intense adventure all rolled into one! 5 Holy-Moly-What's-Going-On stars for "Sin With Me".” ★★★★★ from Pauline, Reviewer
“911, what is your emergency?”
“Help me! I don’t want to die. Please help me!” I cried out, coughing. I could barely hear my screams over the roaring fire.
“Ma’am, where are you right now?”
I strained my gaze but I was unable to penetrate the thick cloud of smoke. It irritated my eyes and throat. Something protruded my stomach. I touched my belly. It felt wet and sticky. I coughed again into my sleeve, trying to remember how I’d gotten here. Nothing around me seemed familiar. A loud bang echoed in my ears, vibrating, and then there was a fire. My body ached. Hot flames roared in front of me, and I had nowhere to go. I could barely move.
“I… I don’t know. The fire’s spreading. Help me! Pleeeeeease…”
The air thickened into an impermeable fog in a matter of seconds. The taste of smoke filled my mouth, and when it reached my lungs every few breaths, my head spun. I covered my mouth with my arm in an attempt to breathe through the sleeve. Giving up wasn’t an option. I banged on the window beside me, hoping someone on the other side would hear me.
“Ma’am, what city are you calling from?”
“I. Don’t. Know. I need help. Use your satellite signal.”
Holding the phone between my shoulder and chin, I fanned my other hand in front of my face, but that didn’t help either. The window wouldn’t open. I was trapped.
“We’re trying to trace your call right now. Can you get to a safe room? If so, put a towel underneath the door and stay low.”
A minute ago, I’d been certain I had more time. I’d been sure I could get out, but my situation worsened. Now I was stuck. The door was jammed, and the fire had spread too quickly. A loud bang shook the earth underneath me, and all of a sudden it seemed that the outside was more dangerous than my current location as a new bright orange fireball spread upward toward the sky.
“It’s okay, princess.” I heard a familiar voice beside me, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from.
“You’re going to be okay,” he cooed. “Hold on.”
“I… I can’t.”
I pinched my nose. Breathing through my sleeve was less effective. I had few seconds left, but sometimes seconds mattered. Seconds saved lives. Holding that air for as long as my lungs let me could buy me a few precious seconds. It could buy both of us time.
“We’re having a difficult time tracing your call, ma’am. Can you see anything out the window that you can describe?”
Fuck me! My phone wasn’t traceable; it wasn’t supposed to be. I’d have had better luck calling my friend Emma than dialing 911. She’d been there for me before. And why was the dispatch calling me ma’am?
“No.” I coughed again. “Nothing. No, wait….”
My eyes were stinging from the smoke almost as much as my lungs, but I had to give the dispatch something.
“I can see trees,” I said.
“Any buildings? Bridges? Can you see anything else, ma’am?”
I took one last dirty breath through the fabric of my sleeve and placed my face against the window again.
“I see a penis.”
“It’s a huge dick! Help me!”
“Ma’am, how much have you had to drink today?”
Fuck her! Though many might have contested the claim, I’d never had a drink in my life. I tried to take another breath but inhaled pure soot instead.
I heard those words echo in my mind until the last beat of my heart stole the life inside me.