11 Things You Didn’t Know About “A Taste For Danger”

Young handsome athleteGuest Blog by H.K. Sterling, author of A Taste For Danger

  1. A Taste For Danger is part of the “Chasing The Taste” series. The first book in the series was called A Taste For Killing.
  2. All the books in the series focus on one or the other of two main heroes, Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart. A Taste For Killing is told from Carolyn’s point of view. A Taste For Danger is told from Jack’s point of view. Each book can also be read as a stand-alone.
  3. Carolyn and Jack are both independent detectives who sometimes cooperate and other times compete with one another.
  4. All the books in the “Chasing The Taste” series are about characters, both good and bad who are chasing something they feel they are missing. This might be money or fame or more nebulous things such as love or self- esteem.
  5. A Taste For Killing takes place around the construction trade.
  6. A Taste For Danger takes place in the arena of large corporations.
  7. Both Jack and Carolyn have very healthy sexual appetites.  But is it with each other? You have to read the books to find out.
  8. Both books take place in a large city. Maybe New York? 😉
  9. Romance is not far away from Carolyn and Jack in both books, in several directions!
  10.  The author of A Taste For Danger and the “Chasing The Taste” series also wrote a short “Flirt” for Breathless Press called Eyes Only. That book was about the area of clandestine operations.
  11.  With a H.K. Sterling’s penchant for mystery and suspense, you probably haven’t heard the last from Jack or Carolyn!

Book Blurb:

Still licking his wounds over blowing it with Carolyn Woods, the love of his life, Jack Heart drinks to excess daily. His apartment is in shambles, he’s isolated himself from all his friends, and he stumbles to the couch every night to sleep off an alcoholic stupor. All that changes when he receives a phone call with a job offer from a man he barely knew.

Suddenly, Jack must track down an embezzler inside a swanky corporation riff with politics, game-playing, and treachery. The deeper Jack goes, the more dirt he finds. Can this out-of-place detective survive and still crack the case? Not to mention some women he works with have plans for him—plans that are way more than he bargained for.

One thing is certain: Jack’s taste for danger will take him to the edge of disaster.

Buy: A Taste For Danger (Chasing the Taste Book 2)


As he gathered his jacket up to go, another visitor stopped by. At the door stood Cheryl Wong. Hola. Habla usted español u otros idiomas?”Cheryl was a petite woman with pale skin and dark hair that hung loosely around her shoulders. Attractive, now that he saw her up close.

Jack stared at her, perplexed.

She came in and closed the door. Then she took a seat at his desk. She seemed comfortable, like she had done this before. “Sorry,” she said now in English. That’s just my way with new people. I like to find out if there are any other bilinguals here and Spanish is the most common.”

“Ah,” said Jack. “Well, I speak a little football and baseball, but that’s about it.”

Cheryl laughed. She was prettier when she smiled. But then most women were.

“You are on your way out?” she asked. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor? My car is in the shop and I took the subway here this morning, but I don’t want to take it back after dark. Would you be able to give me a lift home?”

Jack was nothing if not gallant. “Sure, I could do that.”

Then she threw a twist in. “You know, there’s a bar on the way. We could stop and have a drink.”

Jack studied her. What was she up to? He’d have to go through with it to figure her out.

“If you’re up to it,” she added.

“Okay, sure. But I can’t stay too late.”

“You have a wife or partner?”

Blunt, this one. “No, I just have some work I have to get to.”

“Your first day, and they’re already piling it on? That hardly seems fair.” She pouted her lips in sympathy.

What was that song? Maneater? He had a feeling it was an apt description of Cheryl Wong.

Jack made sure to get his parking pass from the secretary for tomorrow. He wasn’t made of money, and today was gonna cost him twenty bucks. Cheryl followed him out, and they took the elevator down together. Jack thought this little get-together might be a good chance to interview her. What was she head of again? He couldn’t remember. He’d have to ask her. His instincts told him to wait until the bar.

Jack made sure to put his briefcase in the trunk. Cheryl brought a satchel with her and sat up front. She directed him out. Apparently she lived not too far away from him, although in the city, even a block of traffic could turn a short drive into an hour. Stuck in rush hour, Cheryl made small-talk.

“So you dined with the big cheese today?” She opened.

“Word gets around fast.”

“Yes, anytime someone from HQ comes, everyone knows it. Knows to be on their toes.”

“I see.”

“What they can’t figure out is whether to be on their toes around you.”

Now he got it. She was on a scouting mission for the office. He wondered if they drew straws. “I’m just a nobody,” he said.

“I doubt that,” said Cheryl, “or the Deputy VP wouldn’t have taken such an interest in you. So what are you here to do?”

She said it smiling and casual, but underneath he could feel the shark in her.

“I’m not allowed to discuss the details,” he said.

“Oh my,” said Cheryl and raised her hands as if she was being held up. “Never mind. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Thanks,” he said, then stayed quiet. She didn’t try to pry anymore. He wondered if she would after a few drinks. Wait. That was his plan. Who was playing who here?

The bar she chose was a nice one, and after parking, they were seated in a booth at the back almost immediately. A rowdier crowd held court around the bar, but they sat away from the noise.

They each ordered appetizers and a drink. Jack stuck with beer. He didn’t want to get liquored up. Cheryl ordered a fruity drink. Then the sparring commenced.

Cheryl started first. “So what did you do, Mr. Jack, before you came to work with us?”

For some reason Jack didn’t want to say he was a detective. “Freelancer,” he answered. “What did you say you were in charge of again? I’ve met so many people today I can’t keep anything straight.”

“Government Contracts,” she answered.

“Oh that’s right.” Now he remembered.

“And what did you do as a freelancer?”

“Oh you know,” he said, putting her off, “found things that were lost, protected possessions, that sort of thing. Before that I was a cop.”

Cheryl’s expression remained impassive. “A policeman. That sounds exciting.” Cheryl took the toothpick in her drink and began to eat the fruit on it. Only the way she was doing it… Could she be? Nah… Jack thought to himself as she sucked on a cherry. Well I did wear a suit today. And shaved.

“It wasn’t that exciting,” he said. “Just worked a regular beat. Got shot up one too many times and retired.”

“Oh,” here she went with the pouty lips again, “do you have scars?”

“A few.” He could picture some of his friends falling all over themselves by now. “How do you like working for Devonshire? How long have you been there?”

“I like it ok. It’s a job, you know? I’ve been there five years. Most people have worked there longer.”

“So people must like it.”

“Yeah. Good salary and benefits. People stick around.”

“What about Jerry Wilson? He didn’t stick around.”

Cheryl laughed and twirled the stick with pineapple on it around in her hand. “What is this, the third degree?” she asked, still half-laughing.

“No, sorry. I just heard he was my predecessor and wondered what happened. I like this job; I want to make sure I don’t make any mistakes.” Jack figured that sounded good enough.

Cheryl looked thoughtful. “Jerry was here for about six months, I think. I always got the feeling he didn’t leave on his own accord, if you know what I mean.”


“But I don’t know any more about it. If you really want to know, ask Cindy. She knows everything. But it’s probably confidential.”


Cheryl looked him in the eyes and sucked down the pineapple. Their appetizers were done, and they had each downed about two drinks. Then she surprised him. “Hey, you want to get out of here?”

Their eyes met and held each other’s gaze. Jack stared, dumfounded. After that comment, well…I’m game if you are. He arched an eyebrow. “Sure,” he said, “my place or yours?” Jack’s experience with women had usually been that they felt more comfortable in their own homes. Cheryl surprised him again.

“Yours is fine. Is it close?”

“Pretty close, yeah.” He thought of his dump of an apartment. He hadn’t cleaned it in forever. There were probably old pizza boxes and bourbon bottles around.

Cheryl wrapped her coat around her.

Oh well. What the hell. A month had gone by since his last blonde spree. If Cheryl was okay with it, then he would be too. “I have to warn you,” he said. “I live in a pigsty.”

Cheryl laughed again. “All bachelors do.”

“Okay then,” said Jack as they walked out into the night. “Away we go.”

Buy: A Taste For Danger (Chasing the Taste Book 2)

HK Sterling Author PicAuthor Bio:

H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. She likes to focus her writing on romantic suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her books may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Short Spy Romance out called Eyes Only, a Mystery/Thriller titled A Taste For Killing, and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology, My Bloody Valentine. H.K.’s books are suitable for 18+.
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Tropical Island + Fashion Show + Mayhem = Total Fun Read

ThisYear'sBlackHighResGuest blog by Avery Flynn, author of This Year’s Black

One of the questions most often asked about Killer Style, my fashion based romantic suspense series, is why bring together the fashion world and murder. The answer is easy…the industry is the perfect setting for high drama! Outrageous personalities, overblown egos and overworked feet all come together to raise the stakes and help the hero and heroine look amazing.

In This Year’s Black, the hero Devin Harris never meant to end up in fashion. However, life doesn’t always work out like we plan – fictional or otherwise – and he goes from being a muscle-bound, tattooed MMA fighter on the way up to a fashion big wig at the most luxurious department store in Harbor City. He may not be in the octagon anymore, but he never forgets how to take control of any situation …. until that is he meets Allegra “Ryder” Falcon.

Ryder couldn’t give two cares about fashion. If it’s black and it fights, she’s gonna wear it. She’s too busy proving herself at the testosterone-heavy private investigative agency where she works to deal with being a fashionista. But when a case requires she get a makeover and the stylist insists she put a little color in her wardrobe it’s Devin who comes to her rescue.

I just love these two together. The fuss and fight and …. hmmmmm what is that other F word I’m looking for *grin* …from Harbor City to a tropical island off the coast of Chile to chase down an embezzler with a taste for murder before it’s too late.

There’s fashion, passion and plenty of laughs in This Year’s Black. I hope you check it out, but don’t forget to enter to win the This Year’s Black $500 Escape giveaway!

This Year’s Black by Avery Flynn

“Incredible writing with witty humor and scorching sex scenes. This Year’s Black belongs at the top of everyone’s TBR list.”– New York Times bestselling author, Gina L. Maxwell

A fighter since birth, Allegra “Ryder” Falcon would rather trade in her all-black wardrobe for head-to-toe hot pink than let anyone ever see the cracks in her tough exterior. But one night with a stranger changes everything.

Devin Harris may have given up his MMA fighting dreams for high fashion, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t always in control. So when someone embezzles millions under his watch, he isn’t going to let the private investigator working the case go it alone–even if she is the woman who blew him away in bed and then blew him off.

Just when it seems like it couldn’t get any hotter between Ryder and Devin, the case takes them to a tropical paradise where the danger increases. From the catwalk to the pineapple fields, they have to work together to track down the missing millions before the thief finds–and kills–them.

Buy: This Year’s Black: A Killer Style novel

AFlynnAbout Avery:

Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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Review: Smoking Ruin by D.R. Martin

smoking ruinReviewed by Karin

This book was quite a read and quite different. I liked it a lot.

It is not a typical romantic suspense. It is higher on the suspense level and the who-dun-it is hidden until the last pages. I guessed the right character(s) fairly early on, but I didn’t guess the whole of it or the why of it.

And it is extremely well written, lots of wonderful color, lots of great descriptions that never got old, very good character development. And a mystery with increasing danger and perhaps two intertwined or intersecting plots.

Minneapolis PI Marta Hjelm is the main character as well as the voice of the book. She is at the edge of burnout because of losing a woman to her abusive husband a year before. She and her live-in/live-out boyfriend have just argued over whether she should give it up (he’s a photographer) and when they argue to that level, he goes to his brother’s house, which is where he is for nearly the entire book, although the two interact. Any sex, and there’s not a lot, takes place off page. But there is definitely love.

Out of the blue Marta’s ex-husband shows up and offers her a job with an advertising company. This doesn’t set well with the boyfriend, as you can imagine. Considering she really wants nothing to do with him, why she lets him in and why she accepts the job (the money to help her and her boyfriend with his photography business) — even she can’t figure it out.

And before you know it, her life is in danger — and the lives of others also. It seems like there is a terrorist plot against the advertising company.

In many ways, it’s a setup, and not just for Marta.

Very clever book — there was one word I’d never heard of and a couple that aren’t used very often.

It was a good read. I’d like a second.


Buy: Smoking Ruin

Excerpt: Finding Judgement by Natalie Gayle

finding judgementGuest blog by Natalie Gayle, author of Finding Judgement

I recently discovered those school vocational assessments are really interesting and probably correct! Who would have thought hey? You see I clearly remember taking one of those in Year 11 (for my US friends I think that equates to junior year in high school). Anyway semantics. Well the results came back indicating that I should pursue a career in writing and something else. What that something else was I can’t remember but the writing thing stuck in my mind.

Sure I’d always liked English and had already developed a ravenous appetite for romance novels by the age of sixteen – but who becomes a writer straight out of school? So to cut a long story short I went to Uni and studied Business and ended up managing large scale IT projects shortly after.

I can’t complain it’s been a great career and I’ve done some awesome projects and meet some incredible people and I won’t be giving it up anytime soon. Anyway I’ve messed around with a couple of “secret” novels over the years and I finally decided to get serious and finish one. Hence “Finding Trust” came about. And about twenty years later I’ve finally proved a vocational assessment correct, because I love writing!

As to some other stuff about me, I live on the Gold Coast, Australia. I love spending time with my family and friends. When I’m not sitting behind a screen playing with IT or writing you might find me down the beach playing in the waves on a jet ski or a bogey board (both are uber cool). When the weather turns a bit cooler (doesn’t really happen on the Gold Coast), we like to head for the snow. I’ve discovered I have two kids that are kamikaze skiers – they must take after their father. He’s always at me to “release the handbrake.” Apparently I’d ski so much better. I call it a healthy understanding of self-preservation and gravity!

I like to think I can fit in a few workouts and martial arts classes each week. This tends to be a figment of my imagination more than reality unfortunately. I am trying to remedy this, but those damn characters just keep demanding to have their stories told and well – there’s always another good book to read!

I hope you enjoy mine.

Please drop me a line I’m active on FaceBook, Twitter and of course here! I’d love to know what you think of my books and well let’s be truthful – I love talking about books whether they’re mine or someone else’s. Fiction is just so much more fun than reality!!!

Happy Reading

Natalie Gayle


TJ Walsh looked to the left, and then the right, before releasing the clutch while gently depressing the accelerator. The big old Kenworth bonneted prime mover growled as it launched forward. Once the front left tyre was almost at the edge of the road, she palmed the wheel and spun it to the right with everything her small frame had. The engine roared, looking for another gear. She tapped the clutch to disengage, slipped the gear stick into neutral, and then tapped the clutch again to slide the shifter into a higher gear.

The beast rumbled forward, picking up speed; she started to straighten the wheel as she watched the long milk tanker behind her clear the gate posts. It was an intricate dance: one hand on the gear stick, one on the massive steering wheel, both feet on the pedals, one eye on the mirror, and the other on the road.

She shifted twelve times and swapped to a higher deck before she coaxed the big prime mover and trailer up to seventy kilometres an hour. The road was far from great; it was a narrow country road. The type you had to put half your vehicle into the rough when another car passed.

It was just on dark and she was running late. There’d been a problem with the pump at the dairy for moving the milk from the various tanks. So what should have taken about thirty minutes had taken the better part of two hours.

TJ needed to get home. Her mum was not good. Not good at all. She was in the middle of yet another bout of chemo and her younger brother and sister needed some direction. TJ placed a quick call and let them know she was running a couple of hours late. She tried to be around as much as possible to help out. Not just around the house but as an adult figure. Even though she was barely twenty-four herself, sometimes she felt closer to forty.

Her mother, Rosemary, had been battling breast cancer on and off for the last eight years. The doctors were hopeful they had it all this time but they’d said that at least twice before. There were never any guarantees with cancer.

She let out a huge sigh as she settled in to navigate the roads, shifting up or down two or three gears as the terrain dictated. She was rolling across the Numinbah Valley floor, heading back into the outskirts of Brisbane to drop off the milk her tanker contained.

Oh, how life can throw curve balls, she thought. Just over two and a half years ago, she’d been about to finish up her degree in physiotherapy. Then her father and eldest brother had been killed in a truck accident. They’d been driving two-up on a long haul between Adelaide and Brisbane, close to three thousand kilometres each way.

Her father had been driving and the coroner’s report said he’d been under the influence of amphetamines. She knew in her heart this was total rubbish because there was no reason for her father to have taken the drug. That’s why Alan was with him—to share the driving.

Something didn’t add up but there was no way she could prove it.

Buy: Finding Judgement (Centre Games Series Book 2)

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Book Blurb—Finding Judgement:

Rory Southall’s dreams have been haunted by the beautiful blonde pixie he’d helped three months ago. Imagine his surprise when his next assignment is to investigate none other than the very same woman.

TJ Walsh is holding on to her family’s trucking company by a thread. For the last two and a half years, she’s been trying to keep the debt-ridden business afloat and her family fed. She’s driven and desperate to make ends meet. But she remembers every detail of a chance meeting three months ago with a handsome stranger.

What happens when a simple supply chain investigation morphs into a deadly web of lies and deceit and TJ finds herself squarely in the middle of it? It seems that very same handsome stranger has rescued her again, but how could that be? And how exactly does the illegal genetically modified products he’s investigating have anything to do with her?

How will she cope with knowing the danger is much closer to home than she thought? When everyone seems to be gunning for them, can she find love and salvation with Rory before it’s too late?

Buy: Finding Judgement (Centre Games Series Book 2)

Review: No Hero by Mallory Kane

no hero mallory kaneReviewed by Sandra Scholes

Synopsis: The no hero of the title here is actually the detective , Dev Gautier who strolls the streets of New Orleans in search of the woman, Rhegan Connor who he would rather not talk to at the moment as she has previously told the whole world about his shady past, putting him at odds with his superiors in the force. He is a mentor for teenagers and tries to do his best to help them have a better life than they did when they were much younger, but when they start to be killed one by one, he has to find the murderer, and the only one who can help him is the woman who spurned him.

Review: The whole point of this novel is that all the way through, Dev tries to make out he is no hero, but that just isn’t true. He’s a hero in the truest sense of the word. He helps out teens who stay at the Thibaud Johnson Centre for HomelessTeens who otherwise would have no chance at a decent life. These range from kids who have no parents to those who have a mother who has a father who beats them and generally treats them bad. Rhegan thinks she knows who the murderer is, but she will have to go a long way to proving it.

From the moment you start reading the first chapter, you realise this isn’t a run of the mill romance story at all, but more of a serious mystery written by someone who always wanted to write solely about mystery fiction. The start takes you through a grisly murder scene where a young teenager is followed by a mystery man only to have his throat slit. Once you see things from Rhegan’s and Dev’s point of view, you start very early on to see all the clues that lead to a rather cruel and ruthless murderer who bears a personal grudge against Dev. Dev and Rhegan have to work together to get some serious proof on the killer they already know is still at large.

Interesting bits: The beginning of the story, Rhegan’s constant teasing him while they are trying to work together, the DVD that is as valuable as gold dust, and how truly evil the antagonist in this novel really is.

Was it any good: Certainly, it has a solid story, and it’s romance with a serious mystery overtone to it that brings the reader into the story and takes over. I would recommend this for anyone who likes their romance crossed with another genre.


Buy: No Hero