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Sebastian Taylor isn’t looking for a mother for his girls, but playing the role of both parents isn’t something he ever thought he’d have to do. Unfortunately, his wife left him no choice, disappearing before serving him with divorce papers last year on Christmas Day.

He’s known Sadira Duncan since she first started teaching at the school. Coaching the cheerleading squad and gymnastics team put her directly in the path of his girls, setting her up become the mother figure they’d lost even before Dedra Taylor had skipped town.

Now, Sebastian aches for the beautiful, dark-skinned woman he’s tried so hard not to notice. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a wife, and his daughters love and respect her. Not only that, but she tempts him more than any woman ever has. But when his ex-wife returns, will his life come crashing down once again? Will his daughters have a second Christmas ruined? Or will they get A Mother for Christmas?

This heartwarming contemporary romance will make you believe again in the magic of Christmas. For fans of contemporary romance, interracial romance, and erotic romance.

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I loved this book. It reminded me of the Hallmark Christmas movies I am currently want more of. Like I told Teeka I want to read the girls stories. Even though Bastin might make the situation worse by interfering their romantic lives.


Christmas has never been so wonderful for Lily. She’s on a trip with her church friends, anticipating a community Christmas concert, and just plain having a ball. Until confronted by a member of her church who’s taken a strong dislike for her for no apparent reason.

When Beaumont Madden comes to Lily’s defense, he knows he has to tread carefully. Feelings he’s long suppressed seem to rush to the forefront, feelings better left buried deep.

The only problem is, Lily seems to have the same longings he does.

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Marteeka’s  Annual Santa Watch Event



When Death Finds You

Life Happens… No one is promised tomorrow. Mortality is fleeting, as these four men find out first-hand. But just when you have everything to lose, you can gain so much more.

Gwinn Taylor watched her father slowly succumb to death after a prolonged illness. Though he pretty much went to sleep and never woke up, Gwinn can’t find peace with it. Her mother’s statement, “When death finds me, I hope it’s like this,” aren’t Gwinn’s sentiments at all. Her life has been filled with helping causes she believes in, from affordable housing for the homeless, to disaster relief, to blood drives. She wants her death to matter to someone as much as she hopes her life does.

Since the age of eighteen, Logan Renshaw has dedicated his life to helping others. Being fire/rescue means he puts himself in harm’s way in order to save the life of another. He never thought he’d find himself on the other side of the coin. A freak accident forces him to make a choice. Save himself…or the woman he became infatuated with from the first moment he saw her.

The fire had yet to spread to this side of the house, but Logan knew it wouldn’t be long. As he approached them, he pulled out an oxygen mask to give them a breath of fresh air. Assessing the surroundings, the only viable exit Logan could see was a window on the south end of the room. The smoke was so thick, their surroundings so disorienting it was likely the two didn’t realize they were close to an exit.

The figures were women, one older than the other. The younger covered the older woman with her body, keeping them both as close to the floor as possible. When he urged her to take a breath from the oxygen mask, the younger woman shoved it over the older woman’s face and pushed her toward Logan, gesturing he should get her out first.

Logan didn’t waste time arguing or trying to get the other woman to take a breath of clean air. Instead he hurried the elderly woman to the window. Logan had just helped one woman out the window and was turning around to assist the other when the ceiling creaked ominously. The whole thing was about to come down on top of them.

In an effort to get to the remaining woman, Logan lunged through debris, snagging her shirt collar. Coughing, tears and sweat streaming down her face, the woman looked him straight in the eyes.

Instantly, Logan felt a punch to his gut. The woman from the hospital.

He read in her eyes she knew the danger they were in. Knew they had only seconds. Ducking her head, she let him guide her through the burning room toward the window. In a massive groan of creaking wood, the ceiling gave way, blocking their escape. With his gear, Logan knew he could make it, though he’d be hurt. But his charge had no chance without getting severely burned.

Looking around him for another way out, Logan began to panic.

“Cap, I’m trapped!”

“I’m on the way, Logan. Where are you?”

“Southwest corner of the house. I got one out, but the ceiling collapsed before I could get the other woman.”

“I’ll be there in thirty seconds.” The captain sounded like he was running headlong as fast as the heavy gear and equipment would allow. Another groan from above was nearly enough to put terror in Logan’s heart. If it were only himself he’d never bat an eyelash. In these kinds of situations, his brain went on automatic, his training so ingrained in him it was almost a reflex. But with this particular woman in so much danger—in his care–Logan was almost strangled by blind panic.

“Go!” he yelled at her, urging her toward the flames and the window. “GO!”

She tried her best, but stumbled, the heat and smoke getting to her. Then she glanced up. Even through the smoky haze, Logan saw her eyes widen…

Just as the ceiling gave way.

Death has a way of finding you when you least expect it…

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51dr-3VWSEL._UX250_.jpgErotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.  Marteeka welcomes mail at mkarland@gmail.com.

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