Tuesday, February 10, 2015


Welcome MJ Compton and her new release, And Jericho Burned! 


Lucy Callahan will do anything to rescue her sister from a cult, even marry a werewolf she’s just met. But the werewolves are working undercover for the government, and Lucy fears a confrontation between the agents and the cult could be deadly.

Stoker Smith longs to be the best thing that ever happened to his human mate. He wants to take her home, start their family, and compose his music. And although his pack’s treaty with the government says he doesn’t have to work undercover now that he’s mated, he promised Lucy he’d get her sister out of the cult’s heavily armed compound. Lucy’s sister is now family and to a werewolf, family is everything.

But Operation Jericho quickly turns ugly, thrusting Lucy into the middle of her worst nightmare, where she must choose: her sister or her husband.


“So the ATF is investigating New Sinai?”

“Does that surprise you?” Restin asked.

Lucy was too busy trying to breathe to be surprised. She tried to remember her half-baked efforts at yoga, because if her heart didn’t slow down, it would burst from her chest like a scene from a B movie.

“I’m not one of Randy’s followers,” she said, then inhaled deeply. “I’m his wife’s sister. I came to visit, and now I’m leaving.”

“You’re here with four of his men,” Restin pointed out. “At least, that’s what you said.”

Exhale slowly, she reminded herself, as the room swayed like a hammock.

“I’m trying to leave, but Randy sent some of his men with me tonight so I wouldn’t get lost or try to go back to Boulder instead of New Sinai,” she admitted. “Really, I’m heading home just as soon as I leave here.”

“Why are you here?” Toke Lobo asked.

“I thought I could sneak away after a song or two. I’m a fan.” She flashed a smile at him, although his weird, yellow-brown eyes unnerved her a bit. “I have both your CDs,” she added for good measure. She named her favorite cut from each release just to prove herself.

“She’s telling the truth,” Stoker-the-Savior said after another awkward silence.

“Her heart is beating awfully fast,” Restin replied.

So much for yoga slowing down her body functions, but how in the world did Restin know?

“She’s scared to death,” Stoker replied. “Can’t you smell her fear?” He stepped closer to her.

Okay, she knew she smelled bad. She’d just spent a week living in a community with no running water, but her fear didn’t have an odor.

“I’m not denying that she’s afraid.” Restin’s gaze never left her face. “I want to know why.”

The man was obviously slow on the uptake, so Lucy hastened to enlighten him. “How about I’m being held captive by a bunch of men I thought were a country band who turned out to be ATF agents?”

MJ Compton

MJ Compton grew up near Cardiff, New York, a place best known for its giant, which turned out to be a fiction so incredible, PT Barnum himself borrowed it. That’s a tough act to follow, but MJ tried—by composing her own stories.

Although her 30-year career in local television included such highlights as being bitten by a lion, preempting a US President for a college basketball game, giving a three-time world champion boxer a few black eyes, a mention in the Drudge Report, and meeting her husband, MJ’s urge to create her own stories never went away.

MJ still lives in upstate New York with her husband. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Central New York Romance Writers. Music and cooking are two of her passions, and she enjoys baseball and college basketball, but she’s primarily focused on wine . . . and writing.


Website & Blog www.comptonplations.com

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/MJ-Compton/e/B00J9DFFIG/



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