smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a
bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just
hooks me! However, I also love strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to
fight for what they want, even love.
Q.Why did you write “Hope?”
Hope Ali has been a minor character in past books
and has made no secret of her desire to join the Agency. She had to grow up
first. Now she has and it’s time for her story. She enabled me to tackle two
issues: The number of people who are “disappeared” for opposing governments and
leaders, and post traumatic stress disorder. In this book, Hope helps rescue a
writer in the UAE who has been put under house arrest for authoring a book
exposing the ties of the ruling families to gunrunning and terrorism.
Unfortunately, Hope gets attacked and is broken, mentally and physically. This
very vital, strong woman must find her way back from that traumatic event and
the path is not easy. It is a story of courage and survival.
Q.How does your former profession as a lawyer impact your writing?
friends say I am obsessed with justice and I guess that’s true. After 30 years,
the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t
flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and
that naturally guides my characters and plots. Injustice infuriates me, but it
also leads me to great stories!
At only age twenty-two, she’s the
best Probie the Agency has ever had—until her past catches up with her, leaving
her devastated and broken. Without hope.
No one knows what they’re made of
until they’re broken. At the tender age of twenty-two, Hope Ali has finally
joined the organization of her dreams, the Agency, an elite group of attorneys
who go undercover to right wrongs the law can’t. The requirements are
stringent, the training exhausting.
seeking asylum in the United States when she was sixteen, Hope and her father,
Sheikh Harun Ali, settled in a quiet Wisconsin town, hiding from those who had
placed a price on their heads. Still, she excelled, finishing her university
and law school education by the time she was twenty-one.
after breezing through the Agency training program, Hope appears to be
indestructible—until she is assigned a simple task during the rescue of an
author among the disappeared in the UAE. The task? To distract the woman’s
captors until she can be spirited out of the country.
a member of MISix has other plans. In an attempt to disrupt the Agency’s
mission, she tips off one of Hope’s enemies, alerting them to her location.
Hope manages to lead the author’s captors on a merry dance, freeing others to
rescue her, until she is unexpectedly confronted with a violent angry mob
intent on harm.
left bloody and broken. No one knows whether Hope’s body or her mind will heal.
Suddenly Hope is no longer just her name. It is also the one thing she must
embrace to find her new normal.
Hope stared at the pit
full of ice, then gazed at Dianna. “You want me to do what?”
smiled. “This is your new obstacle course. It’s called The Ballbuster. Obviously, the other one wasn’t challenging enough
for you, so I thought we’d try something else.” She smirked. “What’s the
matter, not up to it, Probie?”
scowled. “I thought you were my friend.”
on Agency grounds, I’m your trainer and mentor first. You know that, Hope. My
job is to make sure that when in the field, you can overcome every obstacle.
Failure isn’t an option. Failure could mean death.”
snapped, “Don’t you think I know that? God, everyone seems duty-bound to remind
me of that every damn day. I’m not a child. I know my limits. I know my
weaknesses. You don’t have to bludgeon me over the head with a cudgel.”
expression hardened. “Here’s the thing, Hope. The second you begin to believe
that you can overcome every obstacle put in front of you is the day you should
quit. Confidence is one thing. Feeling that you’re omniscient is another. Out
in the field, fear is what drives you, and it could very well be what saves
you. I don’t need you taking stupid chances because you think you’re Wonder
Woman, able to thwart every threat. I need you to calmly assess each
situation and rationally weigh the risks. You need to know when to walk away.
Just as you need to know when a risk is worth taking. You have no real
superpowers, woman. And you need to remember that. That’s why you’re on
probation until we’re confident you can survive, Probie.
job isn’t about physical skill. It’s about being able to clearly, quickly, and
competently analyze the risks. What I see right now is a young woman without
fear, willing to take on any roadblock. I need you to recognize your limits and
work around them. There is no shame in admitting defeat. And there most
definitely is no shame in asking for help. That’s why each obstacle has a kill
bell. Hit that and the exercise stops.”
then what,” Hope muttered. “I get kicked out?”
then we step in and help. This Agency leaves no man or woman behind, Hope. They
proved that to me when I was sent to Bolivia. The minute I sent out the Bat
Signal, they began putting together a team to extract me. They saved my life.”
Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen! In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, and The President’s Daughter.
When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!
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(Cover art by the
lovely and talented Martine Jardin)
Contemporary Erotic Romance, set in a Small Town.
Sometimes you have to go back to move forward.
What would you do if you found out your late spouse wasn’t the
biological parent of your stepchild as they had led you to believe? Would you
let it go, in hopes the child wouldn’t go looking for their birth family, or
would you help them in their search?
This is the
dilemma Neil Falcon faced when he first discovered his late wife, Rita, wasn’t
the biological mother of his teenage stepdaughter, Rikki.
His decision to
look for her roots puts them on a path that leads them to a part of Neil’s
past, one he thought was locked away forever.
Kelsey Wagner is shocked to see the man she once adored appear on her
doorstep with claims that Rikki may be her biological child. After finding out
her daughter wants her to be a part of her life, she agrees.
Amidst the confusion of raising a teenage daughter, the old feelings
resurface. They know their daughter wants them to become a family, but can they
make it work?
Away to Me is about family, overcoming one’s troubled past, and finding
that one special person to love forever.
Two weeks later, Rikki’s birthday weekend
arrived, and Kelsey was satisfied with everything. Rikki, Taffy and the four
other girls invited would be there after school and they were looking forward
to a long weekend of movies, gossip and fun.
However, the instant the girls walked into the
house with Punky, bedlam ensued. After the girls said hello to her and
introduced themselves, they made the mistake of not locking the dog in Rikki’s
Excited to have so many admirers at once,
Punky took off like a bullet the instant he was off his leash and made a lunge
for the cats. Sammy and Casey hissed and zoomed off in different directions.
The corgi’s playful nature took over and the promise of a treat could not calm
The girls laughed and tried to catch him.
Kelsey slid down the wall to land on her rump
and watched the scene unfold with a grimace.
Insanity seemed to follow that corgi wherever
I think he creates
chaos out of boredom, or because he likes it!
Finally, the girls rounded up the eager canine
and managed to sweet-talk him into Rikki’s room with treats and the promise of
Kelsey thought the worst of the craziness was
over once Punky was distracted with food.
Unfortunately, she had forgotten how noisy
teenage girls could be when they were not absorbed in a movie or TV show. The
blare echoing out of the house was deafening, punctured by squeals and giggles,
and she wondered how any parent could survive a few hours of it without going
deaf or losing their mind.
She was right by the speaker for the doorbell
when it rang. She ran for it with a sigh and a prayer it was someone quiet,
preferably an adult with chocolate who would rescue her from the madness.
Kelsey opened the door and sagged against the
wall with relief when she saw Neil. “For a minute, I thought it was the cops,”
she explained as she moved back to let him inside.
He glanced toward the hallway with a wry grin
and cringed at the noise level coming from Rikki’s room. “Better you than me.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and swiped at
his arm. “If you didn’t want to get run over by a bunch of screaming girls, you
should have stayed away. What’s up?”
“I’m dropping off a few DVDs for the girls,”
he replied and held them up.
Kelsey noted the titles and grinned. “Do you
want to give them to her yourself? You’re welcome to come in and say hello.”
Please save me.
Neil groaned and held up his hands defensively.
“Uh, no, that’s fine. How are you holding up? Are you ready to rip out your
She gave him a blank look.
“It was your idea to have the party at your
place,” he said.
She wanted to wipe that smug smile off his
face, preferably with one of his dirty socks. Better yet, Punky’s favourite blanket. That thing is disgusting.
She grabbed a DVD case out of his hand and
lightly whapped him over the head with it. “You could have warned me about the
noise and insanity!”
He snickered. “Some things are best learned
when you’re in the middle of it.”
An evil grin spread across her face as a way
of revenge came to her. “Would you like a coffee?”
Neil glanced at the hallway again and raised
an eyebrow at her. “Rule one of having a sleepover is that if you’re a single
parent, no other adults are allowed, especially if you volunteered.”
Kelsey mockingly glared at him. “The next time
she has a sleepover, it’s at your place, and you’re on your own.”
His left eyelid twitched. “I was joking.”
She giggled. “I knew you were yanking my
“You can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Her smile softened. “Seriously, do you want a
coffee? I’ll make sure the girls don’t go nuts on you if you come in.”
“I can’t. I have the support group this
She nodded as she recalled it. It was Friday
night and the group for runaway teens. Neil had switched weeks with another
leader so the other man could take a family trip. “Some other time?”
Neil’s grin made her toes curl in her
Their gazes locked and their smiles faded as
he hesitantly reached out to cup her cheek in his palm. His thumb brushed her
Kelsey trembled when she saw the tenderness on
his face. She leaned into the soft caress and shivered as she felt his breath,
soft and warm, graze her lips. She nuzzled her face against his, closed her
eyes and brushed her lower lip along his.
A loud bang ripped through the house. They
pulled away from each other with a jump.
Giggles and squeals echoed out of the hallway.
Neil awkwardly shoved his hands into his
Kelsey took a step backwards and wrapped her
arms around her stomach.
Punky tore past them with a bra dangling from
his mouth, followed by Rikki, Taffy and the other four girls spending the
“What in the dickens is he doing now?” Kelsey
called after them with a sigh.
“Punky stole Carrie’s bra and we’re trying to
get him before he buries it in the snow!” Taffy yelled over her shoulder.
Kelsey blinked several times. With an
apologetic smile at Neil, she muttered, “I’d better help them before he eats
Neil was trying to hold back a snicker.
“Better you than me.”
She gave him a filthy look, which softened
when he touched her cheek.
“I’ll let you get to it.” He leaned forward
and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Night, Kelsey.”
“Night,” she whispered as he left, and with a
shrug, jumped back into the fray.
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“Play with Me”,
Book 2 of the Tri-Town Series (Mahone Bay) is currently “Under Production”!
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About the Author:
V.J. Allison was
born and raised in southern Nova Scotia, Canada, and her work reflects her
strong Maritime roots. She is a stay at home mother to a son on the autism
spectrum, married to the love of her life, and “mama” to a rescued Maine Coon
cat named Marnie.
She has been writing
various stories of novel length and short stories since her school days, and
sees writing as a vital component to her life.
When she isn’t
writing, she loves to read romance and science fiction novels (notably Star
Wars); listen to music (heavy metal, rock, alternative); watch various crime
and forensic dramas; watch science fiction television shows and movies; and
spend time with her large family and many friends.
self-proclaimed geeky rocker chick is a warrior and advocate for various chronic
illnesses including Occipital Neuralgia, Trigeminal Neuralgia, Diabetes,
Migraines, and Glossopharyngeal Neuralgia. She is also an advocate for the
prevention of animal cruelty and is a voice for Autism Awareness.