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Saturday, April 6th, 2013
Snippet Saturday

Today’s topic is breaking up. I thought I’d give a peek at one of the more tense moments of NO TURNING BACK. Declan and Leah have a tough relationship thianks to their families’ joint history. Things are starting to go well – like, literally they are headed for bed – and Declan discovers the information Leah’s been compiling for years and just how deep her hatred for his family once went. Take a look…

Fueled by an anger he hadn’t known in years, he grabbed files, snapping them in the air and throwing them one at a time at her feet. Papers whooshed out of the sides and floated to the floor. She never moved. Didn’t try to catch anything or keep him out of the boxes.

“You’ve been collecting this for how long?” If she lied one more time he didn’t know what he’d do. He’d never hurt a woman, but he had no idea one would ever have the power to destroy him.

“It’s not—”
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Saturday, March 2nd, 2013
Saturday Snippet

Today’s topic is: holding out for a heroine. I pretty much have one of those in every book. Always, actually. Thought this might be a good time to give you a sneak peek of Sophie, the heroine in my second Hanover Brothers book, A SIMPLE TWIST OF FATE. This one comes out in July but Sophie is in my March release, NO TURNING BACK. Take a loook…

With one hand she pushed the hall bathroom door open, ignoring the creak as she spun and jumped inside. Her back hit the door and her eyes closed in relief. It took her a second to realize her sneakers slid across the black and white checkered tile beneath her and a wall of heated steam smacked her face.

When she opened her eyes again, she came face to shoulders with bare skin. Her gaze trailed over the broad chest and light sprinkling of hair that ran the deep groove to his flat stomach then down to…yowsa.

There was not as much as a washcloth covering him. Nope. She got an open shot of skin, balls and, yeah, totally naked hottie dude. Looked like Beck Hanover excelled at something other than arguing.

Fingers snapped, breaking her woman-versus-penis staring contest. A deep male voice floated through the tiny room a second later. “Uh, hello?”
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Saturday, February 16th, 2013
Saturday Snippet

My general sickness still has me down and coughing like a mad thing, but I’m always happy to talk romance novels. This week’s topic is sweethearts. I thought maybe an early look at FEARLESS, my next romantic suspense from Harlequin Intrigue, was in order. The hero and heroine used to be engaged. Now they’re apart…but do you think that’s going to continue?

He started to stretch his arms over his head and winced from the pull. Glancing around for a clean T-shirt, his gaze fell on the unmade bed. The blinking green light on his phone caught his attention next. With his job at the Corcoran Team he was on call all the time, and that habit gave him some comfort, but he had forgotten to bring the cell with him when he went outside earlier. He’d been unavailable for two hours, which was a record.

He swore under his breath as he reached over. A few buttons later and a voice he hadn’t heard in months buzzed in his ear. Eleven months and twelve days, but who was counting?

Davis, it’s me. I’m in huge trouble. I…need you. Please be home.

Lara Bart, his former fiancé and the sole reason he went off the grid on a job that ended with busted ribs and a bruised jaw. The passing of days didn’t matter. He knew that voice, could hear it every time he closed his eyes.
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Saturday, January 26th, 2013
Saturday Snippet

I’m almost done with my book. The deadline is quickly approaching. While I’m writing I give you this snippet. It’s an author’s choice, so I went with my upcoming release, NO TURNING BACK. Take a loook…

It was as if the man had a magnet in his ass.

If Declan ventured from the house, she seemed to find him and stumble over him. This time at the gas station. Leah had been singing off-key to a song on the radio and generally trying not to think about her meeting with him tomorrow night and she conjured him up. She’d postponed the meeting to Sunday to have a day away from him and to put her argument together. So much for planning.

She seriously considered riding around on an empty gas tank over pulling in next to him. But Bob, the owner of the mini-mart stepped out and her cover was blown. She turned off the ignition and stared out the front window. It was either that or glance over and see those faded jeans and that impressive butt, the same one on full view as Declan bent over the hood of his truck. Clearly the Hanover gene pool excelled in the looks department.

She opened the door, keeping her eye on him the entire time. The goal was to sneak along the side of the car, play it cool and get the hell out of there. She got to the tank and whipped the cap off.

He cleared his throat. “I can see you, you know.”

Well, damn. “I know how this looks.”

He walked over and lifted the gas nozzle for her and started pumping her gas. “Like you have a significant stalker issue? Lucky for you I’m not the litigious type. I’m also not convinced I want you to go away.”

The move was so natural and non-threatening that she stepped back and let him do it. She tried to remember if any man had ever offered to pump her gas or just done it to be helpful. If this was part of some elaborate con to prove he was decent, she understood why men like Charlie were so successful. The moves worked. The charm reeled you in and you got hooked.

His words finally registered. “Wait…what?”


She reached for the hose. “I can get that.”

He set the lock and let the meter click as the tank filled. “It’s under control.”

“Are you going to pay for it, too?”

“If you need me to.”

Oh, lord, that smile. With the body and the face it amounted to a triple punch to a woman’s control. Smashed her common sense into a million pieces.

Much more of this and she’d be making him dinner. “Should I be worried?”

“About?” He put his hands in his front pockets. The move lifted his tee and showed off that sexy tattoo again.

Why couldn’t he have a duck or a naked woman or something totally unappealing? “You being nice to me.”

“Maybe I’m a nice guy.”

That was starting to be her concern. If he was who he appeared to be then all those years of running around and investigating were a waste of time. Worse, her father would never accept news of a good-guy Hanover and she’d get stuck between the men and infuriate her father when she refused to ruin Declan. Not a battle she relished.

“Don’t sound so impressed with yourself,” she said, her voice more gruff than intended because of the thoughts running through her head.

He gave his eyes and neck an exaggerated roll. “We’re not going to fight, are we? Because I haven’t had my coffee yet and think I may need caffeine to do battle with you.”

Copyright 2013, HelenKay Dimon
All Rights Reserved, Penguin Berkley

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Saturday, January 19th, 2013
Saturday Snippet

This week’s topic is description. I’m thinking the seeing-you-again-after-all-this-time meet up in LEAN ON ME might be a good excerpt.

She drummed her fingers against the wooden table and wondered for the hundredth time why she thought returning home was such a great idea. True, she didn’t have a place to stay or money or a climbing career anymore. If she gave herself a second, she could probably work up a pretty good pity party, maybe even crawl under the table and hide. That would give the residents the kind of show they craved. But the whole how-dare-she-show-her-face thing was going to wear thin fast.


She turned, ready to bat away any flying tomatoes that might come flying her way, and stared into a dark gray T-shirt straining against a firm, broad chest. Her gaze wandered up and over an open plaid shirt and a set of impressive shoulders underneath. Then she got to the face and the smile with the sexy cheek dimple.

Sweet Lord.

This guy could throw anything at her and she’d be fine so long as she got to stare at him for a few more seconds. Maybe run her fingers over the dark stubble on his chin and cheeks. He had a five-o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon, and, boy, wasn’t that the sexiest thing ever.
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Saturday, January 12th, 2013
Saturday Snippet

This week’s topic is character. I thought I’d give you an early look at Davis Weeks, the hero in FEARLESS (Harlequin Intrigue, July 2013). Davis showed up in last year’s COPY THAT but FEARLESS is his story. Here is the first time we meet him in this book:

Davis Weeks rubbed his eyes as he walked out of his bathroom, fresh from a shower. Thanks to the sticky Maryland summer heat, he didn’t bother changing out of the towel wrapped around his waist. He was tempted to let it fall to the hardwood floor and stand naked in front of the fan. But because he could see the narrow street one floor down, he decided to keep something on. No need to scare the crap out of poor Mrs. Winston next door. The woman had to be over eighty, though from the way she winked at him all the time he wondered if she’d enjoy the show.

Sweat dripped down his back just from the ten-foot march from the bathroom to the bedroom window. Man, it was hot. That would teach him to buy a rundown townhouse in Annapolis, then not be home long enough to fix it up or figure out some sort of air-conditioning solution.

Between the massive summer thunderstorms and the tropical storm that blew up the coast earlier in the week, the small strip of land behind his house, listed as a backyard on the real estate sales contract, had morphed into a muddy mess. He’d just burned off some of the extra energy rumbling around inside him by laying gravel over the driveway off the alley. Why he picked a humid afternoon for the task had more to do with being limited to desk job duties at work than anything else. He wasn’t the sit-around type.
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Saturday, January 5th, 2013
Saturday Snippet

This week’s topic is emotion. That pretty much covers every book, but I thought I’d go ahead and give another early peek of March release, NO TURNING BACK. I have the cover but I haven’t gotten the okay to share it yet, so that will have to wait…but soon.

“Do you really not understand?” Leah closed her eyes and tried to find the right words to convince him. “There are people in this town who will make it impossible for you to stay.”

“I get the whole angry mob thing, but I don’t think it’s as big as you think it is. Unless you mean your father.”

“For one, but your dad screwed a lot of people here. He was the favored hometown boy who promised them a financial wonderland and then ripped them all off. He broke their trust in the most fundamental way.”

Declan blew out a long, exaggerated breath. “I’m aware of his sins.”
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Saturday, December 22nd, 2012
Saturday Snippet

This week’s topic is: Endings, which seems appropriate for the end of the year. I thought it was also a good time to give you a sneak peek of my March release, NO TURNING BACK. This book kicks off a new contemporary series. The heroes are sons of a notorious conman. They’ve come back to their dad’s hometown to settle an estate and, well, some folks are quite ready to forgive Dear ‘Ole Dad’s sins.

The first book is Declan’s (the middle son) story. This is their second meeting…and it does not go well:

Declan stood on the porch of the stone house, all three crumbling stories of it, and wondered what he’d ever done to piss off the universe. Four months ago he stepped out of the Army uniform that had defined him for ten years. Now he was unemployed and stuck with a one-third ownership interest in a property in Sweetwater, Oregon. The same property with a mortgage hovering on the brink of foreclosure.

Sucked to be him.

Not that the property was a total write-off. Someone generations ago had named it Shadow Hill, which fit a building framed by fireplaces at each end with a turret in the middle. He didn’t know the exact definition of a manor, but he guessed one would look a lot like this place with its acres of rolling hills and open spaces.

The field behind the main house could work as a pasture if someone cleared out the dead tree limbs and piles of forgotten dirt and old wood. Towering pines lined the long drive from the road to the house, surrounding it on two sides, and the pacific coast sat close enough for a hint of salt to float in the air.

Yeah, the place could be something. It would take piles of cash he didn’t have and months of intense work to make it happen. Daunting but not impossible. Certainly less dangerous than dodging roadside bombs outside Baghdad, and he’d survived three tours of that.

No matter what, making the house livable would probably be less trouble than the woman trying to sneak up on him. He’d heard the crunch of gravel under tires a minute ago, though she parked far down the drive. Even now he sensed her closing in. Smelled the same coconut scent he caught in her hair when he leaned in close to her at the diner.

“Do you live here now?” She asked the question without any warning. Just like that her voice cut through the sunny afternoon.

He turned around, following the now familiar husky female voice to the redhead standing a few feet behind him with her hands on her hips. She had huge gray eyes and wore a strangely sexy don’t-mess-with-me scowl. Add to that the slim dark jeans and a yellow shirt held on her tan shoulders only by thin straps and things were looking up. Well, except for the part where she made it clear she thought he was a scum-sucking criminal.

Never mind the trespassing, which she was, his biggest issue came from her attitude. She looked at his father’s history and put them in the same category. He’d spent his entire life outrunning his father’s shitty reputation. Having people judge him on his genes wasn’t new, but that didn’t mean it pissed Declan off any less.

“You’re the lady from the diner.”

“Yes,” That was it. No other information. Just a terse word and a glare.

Not exactly the best town welcoming committee. “Do you have a name, Ms. Woman Who Hates Me For No Reason?”

“Leah Baron. Daughter of Marc Baron.”

Okay, maybe she did have a reason. The Baron name figured prominently in Charlie Hanover history, and not in a good way. “Did you follow me home, Leah?”

She cocked her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder. The sunlight streamed through the wavy strands. Not that he noticed. He was working damn hard not to notice the pretty round face or the long legs. Guessing what her body looked like under that tiny top was an off-limits topic as well.

“You left the diner over an hour ago,” she said as she crossed her arms over her stomach.

That sounded a bit stalkerish for his liking but he decided to hear her out instead of throw her out. For now. “Is that a no?”

“I figured you’d end up here eventually. I parked down the street and waited.”

Yeah, no doubt about it. He’d been in town for exactly one day and acquired a stalker. Wasn’t that just fucking fantastic.

He’d wait to be flattered by the attention, though he doubted there was anything positive about it, and stay on guard until he figured out her danger level. Right now he guessed she fell into the furious-Charlie-victim category, which was an ever-growing group. But Declan had seen some terrible things during his time in the military and after. He knew how quickly people could turn, and he had no intention of being in her line of fire if she did.

“Let me guess. You came here because, as you pointed out to your friend earlier, I own the place.” He played along, waiting to see what she would do and say. Being alone with her on a twenty acre property and without a weapon inside ten feet made him more cautious than usual. “I feel as if we’ve already met, what with you knowing so much about me or thinking you do.”

“You shouldn’t have listened in on that private conversation at lunch.”

She had to be kidding. When she just stood there, staring at him with those full lips stretched into a flat line, he got the point. Not kidding.

“So, you’re saying it was my fault you were talking shit about me?” he asked.

She dropped her arms and glanced around, her gaze brushing over the land with a softness that wasn’t there a second ago. “Are you moving in?”

He figured that was as close as he was going to get to an answer. “Possibly.”

Her anger snapped back into place, pulling her body straight and narrowing her eyes. “You’re not sure?”

Enough nonsense. He shifted his weight back on his heels and spared her a we’re-done-here scowl. “I don’t know yet.”

“You’re a big boy, Declan. You should have a real answer.”

The damn woman didn’t back down one inch. The same look had sent two-hundred-pound-plus sergeants running but the louder he got, the bolder she acted.

“And my answer would be your business because…?”

“Humor me.”

As far as he was concerned, he already was.

Copyright 2013, HelenKay Dimon
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Publishing Group

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Saturday, December 1st, 2012
Saturday Snippet

Today’s topic is about celebration. Since I have a book coming out on Monday and it’s a holiday romance, I have a lot to celebrate. In WE’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS, Lila has moved to town and is refurbishing a run-down campground owned by her uncle. She’s never done construction work and Spence has stepped up to do most of the harder projects, but she’s not afraid of a little sweat. Spence thinks she’s overdoing it and is determined to come up with a more realistic list of tasks for her until he sees her the morning after Day One of work…

By the time Spence reached the door his unrealistic anger had downshifted into something else. He didn’t want to scare her, but he did want her to know that kiss was no fluke. The tie between them started in that hotel and knotted them together even now.

After a quick count to ten, he shoved the door open. It only took a second to find her. She stood bundled up in a ski jacket and gloves, trying to paint the inside window trim even though it was cold enough to see her breath.

With that the last of his frustration fell away. She wasn’t running from him. She was running to this.

Maybe it was the cheeks stung bright pink by the cool air or the fake fur earmuffs that made her look like some sort of ski bunny. And the way the excitement lit her eyes there was no way he could deny her the right to rush to the project each morning, even if he wanted her somewhere else with him.
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Saturday, October 27th, 2012
Saturday Snippet

Today’s topic is “things that go bump in the night” which is probably appropriate for Halloween. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Halloween? Yeah, I know. People love it. Not me. Anyway…thought I’d give you another excerpt from SWITCHED. This one omes out the first week of November. The book mostly takes place at an office holiday party and, really, is there anything more scary than one of those?

“Stay here.” He eased away from her and slipped across the floor in soundless steps. “Royal?”

When Aaron didn’t get a reply, he tapped on the earpiece. He’d just reached the door when it slammed open and into him. The force shoved him back against the wall. His gun jerked from his fingers and clanked against the tile floor by his feet.

The doorknob jabbed into his midsection as he bit back a curse. One of the men he’d seen from the elevator shoved his weight against the door, banging on his thick body until Aaron thought his chest would cave in. The move stole his breath, trapping his hands in front of him and pinning his back to the wall.

He shifted and shoved, trying to get traction and a better grip, but the metal door clipped his gut, and his strength proved useless. Blackness raged through his veins as his gaze bounced between the vulnerable woman frozen in place in the middle of the room and the muscle trying to knock him unconscious with a door.

The sudden roar of Royal’s voice echoed in Aaron’s ears, but he couldn’t make out the words. All Aaron heard was the rush of his own breath as it moved through him. His brain scrambled for a back-up plan.

“Double up.” It was their code for assistance, but Aaron wasn’t even sure he said the words out loud. The doorknob connected with his gut once again and knocked the air right out of his lungs.

The attacker’s friend moved into the room, his shoes quiet against the floor but his shoulders knocking against the doorframe. Risa hadn’t exaggerated. He had a thick neck and biceps that kept his arms from lying close to his side. From this distance, it was clear the guy engaged in some serious training. The type that included flipping tractor tires. This guy obviously was in charge.

The man didn’t even spare Aaron a glance. He aimed the gun directly at Risa’s head. “Enough.”

Aaron blinked, knowing he was the intended recipient of that message. “What do you want?”


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