"Arden's novel--the tenth in her Bad Boys series--is punctuated by frequent steamy sex scenes, including one of the BDSM variety, and will likely satisfy her loyal readers as well as newcomers who are fans of the genre. Margo and Rod bicker and banter and ultimately can't keep their hands off each other, and it's no spoiler to say that love ultimately conquers all." -Kirkus Review
"This erotic romance features a smoking hot, sexy, alpha male cowboy and a barely legal runaway. Full of action, the story will have you turning the pages to see what happens next." RT Book Reviews
"This very erotic story is chock full of sizzling carnal encounters, angst, and family drama." -Night Owl Review
"Definitely a suspense-filled plot that sizzles off the pages as Susan Arden uses a blowtorch to scorch each scene." Tome Tender
"Not only are the sex scenes off the charts, we also have a great story line." Alpha Book Club
"A great and sexy read that will keep you on your toes until the very end. You will hate to see it end." Bab's Book Bistro
"The plot kept you turning the page and holding your breath hoping Margo and Rod figure out a way to stop her step - uncle and get their happy ever after." Sweet and Spicy Reads
***Never Say Never Excerpt***
"It isn't like the Wheel of Fortune. I do more than point and smile. Weather requires thinking on my feet. Even though we use computers and Doppler radar for forecasts, a big part of the job is to explain real time weather. It takes creativity to get people to understand. I take pride in my work. A lot happens behind the scenes."
"Tell me about it."
Her eyes locked with mine. "What do you do?"
"I ended up in the Marines," I answered--wondering why I relayed that.
"Really, so what are you?" she asked.
We stood outside the airport lounge. It was busy with people coming and going, and I stared down into her face. Being a sniper, the military training I'd received--endured and survived--defined a part of me in deadhead bureaucratic terms. Kill shots: useful only in military statistics about cost analysis and precision. Not something I discussed."For starters, I'm not a what."
"Funny." Her lips curved into the sort of smile I'd like to sample. More when she laughed swerving my way and said, "You know what I mean. What's your bio? Where are you stationed?"
Scratching my fingers along my jaw, I didn't correct her about my Marine status or toss out what I normally said to women I met on the fly. In place of answering her, I jutted my chin. "How about a table?"
She scanned the inside. "There's one in the back. I'll grab the table and you can order the drinks."
For a one-time hookup, she had me interested in her story. That was a game I normally never played. Canting toward her, I wondered why of all the people I'd met, she pricked my curiosity. I watched her, trying to get a read on where she was coming from. "Are you in a hurry?"
"Umm, let's see. We're at the airport and not here to hang out in the terminal tavern. Don't you have somewhere to go?"
Christ on a biscuit. Even dressed like a Bible slapping Baptist, this little meteorologist lit my fuse all the way. "Girl, I can think of a few places I'd like to go. With you."
She held my gaze and smiled. "Soldier, I bet you do."
Her mouth was my downfall.Every cell in my body shouted: GAME ON.
She got to me, unlocking a side of me that wanted to spend the night, hell the next week, teaching her a thing or two about how to rein in her smart talk and use her mouth for other things.