Romance and suspense, who would’ve thought those worlds would go so good together? I had never even heard of the term romance suspense until I was given “The Ninja Tattoo” and Immediately I was hooked. Over 15 years ago, I just stopped reading romance because the genre had become too formulaic. You were either in two camps, bodice ripping or family oriented storytelling. Being in my early twenties, neither appealed to me, let alone, spoke to me. That all changed just last year, when I was introduce to a real story which happened to have a romance element in it. So you bet your butt when the next book came out this past week, I HAD to have it! “Conduct Unbecoming” picks up where The Ninja Tattoo leaves off, with action, thrills and of course, romance.
So Teague McMurty is back and this time he has to help his friend Nadeya (an old army buddy) after she is caught in the middle of a military conspiracy. After her boyfriend is brutally killed, Nadeya goes on the run and has nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Little does she know, her friend Aileen, reaches out to Teague on Nedeya’s behalf. To complicate matters, Aileen is an old ex of Teague’s!
Whether Teague likes it or not, his friends are at his side to make sure justice is served. However, it won’t be easy, the people hunting Nedeya aren’t amateurs and will stoop to anything to make sure Nadeya’s silenced once and for all. To complicate the mission, Nedeya doesn’t want to be found. Not knowing who to trust, Teague has to be careful not to lead Nedeya’s killers to her front door. But he’s Teague, he’s got this…
I give Conduct Unbecoming 5 ♥♥♥♥♥ hearts and recommend you buy this book! Today, Conduct Unbecoming is available on Amazon for .99 cents and if you haven’t read The Ninja Tattoo, what are you waiting for? Here’s an excerpt on the Cereal Author’s Blog and links on where to purchase it are posted below.
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Amato went to the rendezvous point at the 52nd street junk yard to meet New York’s infamous investigative reporter, Javier Marín. It was an unusual cool June morning but Amato wasn’t the least bit nervous in fact, he was determined to get this done. Feeling the breeze on his face, he brushed his over grown black hair out of his face. He grew it out to throw off the cops, he also grew a beard in case he wound up on the street and needed to blend in with the homeless. Amato spent most of his days planning the next move.
In his new persona, he managed to sneak into his old apartment and discovered it was ransacked. Someone was obviously looking for something however, they left his plasma T.V. and the wireless speakers untouched. Meanwhile his desk drawers were pulled out and their contents spilled onto the floor.
Nervously Amato looked out of his window, before answering the door. He wasn’t safe as long as his heart was still beating. They wouldn’t quit until he and Cassie were dead which made his situation dire.
It was just the manager wanting his money. Quickly he shoved the $300 into the old man’s outstretched hand and hastily shut the door. Amato always made sure to pay cash because he didn’t want to be traced. He knew the boys in blue were watching his accounts and waiting for him to make a mistake. It had been nearly a month since he had been ambushed at the hospital parking lot and he had spent it laying low and watching his back.
Since his exile from his beloved Brooklyn, he spend his time amongst the junkies and prostitutes who made their nests in the dingy Palais Motel. It wasn’t uncommon to lulled to…
I interrupt your usual posts for an important announcement: Author K.S. Thomas has released a new contemporary romance novel called, I Call Him Brady and to celebrate, she’s doing a giveaway. Mrs. Thomas is no stranger to this blog and I’m glad to have her back to announce her latest novel. So on to the details…
Born the only son to one of Hollywood’s most prominent power couples, Jack Cole’s life is damn near perfect. With women lining up to be with him, movie parts most seasoned actors would die for and the freedom to live above the rules, Jack’s life is going completely according to plan.
Embers doesn’t have time to waste on any more dirt-bags. Too busy trying to take care of herself and her daughter to take any more chances on romance, she’s limiting her love life to daydreaming about one hot and sexy, Jack Cole.
Except her surefire way to keep her heart safe goes completely awry when her dream guy and her reality suddenly collide.
A master of recreating the human emotions he’s never allowed himself to feel, Jack must now deal with the consequences of offering his heart to someone who may be too scared to keep it.
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As the morning sun struggled to pierce through the grey clouds, Detective Amato tried to make sense of what happened in Xavier Park. 24 hours ago it would have been inconceivable that a woman was able to take down one of the Mob’s up and coming stars. Now the question remained, for what? Cassandra was clearly paying the price for her role in her brother’s demise.
Clinging to life for the last several days, she nearly pierced the veil into eternity on three occasions. Each time, the doctors and nurses were able to bring her back but for how long? It was a question that went through Amato’s mind as he watched from a steel folding chair across the room. It was the kind of Karmic justice where no good deed goes unpunished.
Since Cassie was in critical condition, visitors were monitored by the head nurse of the ICU. She…
As an ER nurse took Cassandra’s vitals, a doctor was sedating her, in order to prep her for surgery. In this foggy state, Cassie saw her life flash before her eyes, people, places and events all merged into one big final trip down memory lane. Just as she was about to let go, she heard a voice saying, “I don’t think this one’s gonna make it” and suddenly fear struck her heart. She still had a job to do and a promise to fulfill. Reluctantly, Cassie fought her way back to the physical world and when she did, the pain was excruciating. Though the doctor managed to remove both bullets, she was in so much agony she found it hard to breath. For the next 12 hours Cassie lapsed in and out of consciousness.
When she finally started to wake from the anesthesia, she found it hard to put sentences together. It was important that she talk, she had to warn Amato he was in danger but all she could do was babble incoherently. Upon seeing this, the nurses gave her more medication thinking she was in pain. This went on all night long.
Meanwhile, Detective Amato spent the night making a call to a cop he knew worked for the Cosimo family but he wanted nothing to do with Amato. So he reminded the young patrolman, “Listen Lieutenant, if you don’t want your wife finding out where you spend your Fridays, you’ll send the message,” he said before hanging up on the now very scared cop.
Immediately, Amato started digging up old files he had encrypted in his own computer just in case he needed them one day. He had tons of dirt on Dominic as well as several other city officials who were on the Cosimo payroll and he was ready to play his hand, if it got to that point.
Just as he was considering his options the phone rang, knowing who it was, Amato picked it up and heard Dominic’s lackey say, “The boss will see you at Xavier ‘round three.”
“Done” Amato responded and hung up.
At 3 o’clock on the nose, Amato showed up to Xavier Park in Brooklyn. Entering the gates, he saw none other than Dominic Fenetti smoking a cigar and chatting up some red haired floozy at a bench. Upon seeing him, he smiled at Amato and dismissed his fidanzata (girlfriend) with the snap of his fingers.
“There are some pretty babes in BK, I should come here more often.”
“You never learned from your hero Capone, did ya?”
“I’ll have you know Brittany is an accomplished dancer,” Dominic said with a sleazy wink.
“Yeah, I’m sure she makes more than the other puttanas (whores) at the strip club,” Amato said taking a step closer to Dom.
“I know Dom, you never went anywhere alone as I recall.”
“Where did I go wrong with you?” Dominic asked. “I gave you everything, money, cars, women, and you piss on it like a God damn rat.”
“You gave him everything?..” a voice said coming from behind the trees. Turning around, Dominic was stunned to see the big boss, Carmine Cosimo in the flesh. The older gentleman made a signal and immediately Dominic’s own men came out of hiding with their guns turned on him.
As if that weren’t enough, Cassie emerged from the circle of goons like a ghost from his worst nightmare. Looking worse for the wear, Cassandra’s head was still heavily bandaged. Having fought her way back from death, she discharged herself against her doctor’s wishes in order fulfill an oath she made to her father.
Unsteady on her feet, she held on to Carmine’s arm, “Ya see Dom, papa taught me some things; one, loyalty is never guaranteed, and two, always hide the evidence,” she said taking a manila envelope out of her long coat. Dumping the contents on to the ground, out came a ledger Dom was hiding from the boss along with several pictures of him with rival crime bosses.
As Dominic’s face went pale, Cassie went on, “You cooked the books Dom, and when papa found out, you had him executed. Your own damn father!” Cassie said with disgust.
Shaking and sweating, Dominic knew his time on this earth was up. “You can’t believe her, she’s crazy!” he said pleading with Carmine. However, Carmine just rose his hand silencing Dominic.
As their final act of revenge, Cassie joined Amato, and turning their backs, they slowly walked out of the park. As they exited the gate, they heard multiple gun shots but never looked back.
When they got to the car, Amato saw Cassie losing her color. “What are you crazy leaving the hospital like that? You’re going back.”
“Doesn’t matter, I kept my word,” she said as she slid down the side of the car and to the pavement. Amato sprung into action and got her in the car and called ahead to the hospital. Seeing he didn’t have that much time, he raced through the streets nearly hitting a delivery truck.
Pulling up to the emergency room parking lot, he kissed Cassie on the cheek before several orderlies put her on the gurney. Watching as they disappeared into the hospital, he had this awful feeling that this was the last time he’d ever see her again.
Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel “Hag” and “The Eternal Bond Series” both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.