…he had to touch her, had to kiss her and he did just that.
“Ow!” he winced, stepping away from Rory as he rubbed the back of his head where it suddenly throbbed. He looked over his shoulder and found all five of her brothers watching them with innocent doe-like expressions on their faces.
“It was a squirrel,” Craig said somehow keeping a straight face.
“Vicious little bastards,” Bryce added solemnly.
“You should really be careful,” Johnny added before mouthing “bitch.”
Rory and Connor have been bitter enemies since pre-school. Over the years their many battles have become folklore and they’ve been banned from just about every establishment in town. When their building companies are awarded a joint contract to renovate a hotel the sparks immediately start flying. It’s a knock down drag out battle for the right to be called the #1 building contractor in town. But maybe their biggest problem is that they can’t seem to keep their hands off each other.
R.L. Mathewson’s A Neighbor from Hell series is whacky and completely off the wall. As an independent author she doesn’t have the same resources as other authors, but she still manages to deliver books that are polished and completely addictive. She’s the best thing since sliced bread and Checkmate is yet another fun read you won’t want to end.
For thousands of years Angels and Chimaera had fought a brutal war of attrition. In Daughter of Smoke & Bone the Chimaera’s greatest secret was discovered and the Angels pressed their advantage, defeating the Chimaera.
Penny is approaching 40, single, with no friends and a job that is sucking the life out of her. Even her family don’t think she will ever amount to much.

As Christmas approaches, three divorced women find themselves having to deal with their ex-husbands.
Following the death of her husband, Grace discovers that he was unfaithful to her. Feeling betrayed and alone she travels to the scene of his infidelity, a small and rustic lake front cabin, looking for evidence of his betrayal.
All the things I hate –– Chinese burns, pimples, cheese, answering questions in class –– are Christmas compared with having to walk through the gate to school.
Tearing her mouth away, Shay ducked to the side. “We … we can’t do this.” She pressed a hand to her buzzing lips. “I’m just getting to the point where I’m used to going through the days without you calling. I’m just getting to where I can pass a few nights without dreaming of you.”