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Deciding Fate
by Tamra Lassiter
Role of Fate #1
Publication Date: October 7, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance DecidingFate-Cover-750x1200px-New

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Fate isn’t a decision that we get to make.

Hunter Simms has overcome many hardships to get to where he is. He lost his parents as a teen and stepped up to take responsibility of raising his younger brother and sister. Hunter’s overcome every obstacle in his life except for one—Kate Richardson. Hunter’s loved Kate since the second grade, but one poor choice made years ago, has made him the person that she hates the most.

Kate decided years ago that Hunter has no place in her life. A desperate call for help from her brother threatens to change Kate’s life forever. Can Kate rust Hunter to help, and will she trust fate to decide her future?

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Blinding Fate
Tamra Lassiter
Role of Fate #2
Publication Date: November 4, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance


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Fate can blindside you in an instant.

In one blinding moment Meg Johnson went from successful chef to woman running for her life. No friends. No relationships. Don’t even leave the house if you don’t have to. Meg has stayed under the radar because she abides by these rules—mostly. When her elderly landlord and only friend in town is missing, she has no choice but to break yet another rule and answer the questions of the policeman who comes to her door.

Tyler McMann’s life changed forever because of one secret. He knows as soon as he sets foot on Meg’s front porch that she has secrets of her own. He can’t allow himself to become involved with a woman who’s clearly hiding something, but he can’t deny the attraction between them either. Can he learn to trust Meg, and can he trust fate to lead him down the path he’s meant to travel?

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I have done nothing wrong. Well, that’s not exactly true. I’ve done nothing wrong that Officer McMann knows about. Accessory to murder is a major crime, but it wasn’t my fault.

So, why did Officer McMann have to ask me so many questions? Too many questions that I don’t have real answers for. No, I have answers for them—I practiced and everything—but, when he asked, I panicked. Way to go. This is what comes of being a hermit. A handsome man comes in, and I forget everything I’m supposed to say.

He doesn’t smile when he looks at me, but his eyes somehow brighten. I feel the heat creep up my neck and into my face. Why didn’t I stay home?

Officer McMann stands quietly to the side. He folds his arms across his chest, and his mouth spreads into a thin line. His eyes lock with mine. The intensity of his stare sends a jolt of electricity straight through me. The suddenness of it causes another wave of dizziness that just about knocks me off the stool. I’m not a weakling, and I’ve never been one to swoon. What the heck is wrong with me?

She places her hands on my chest and her head on my shoulder. I gently rub her back as she cries and try to absorb every feeling that being this close to her gives me. Her body is warm and soft. Her hair smells like vanilla. Urges flow through me and not the kind of urges that I’m used to feeling when I hold a woman. Sure, those are present, too, but what I’m feeling now is the need to protect her. Meg’s hiding from something or someone. Who knows? There’s no other explanation for the locks and security camera, at least none that I want to admit or think about.

Meg steps back, forcing me to release my hold on her. I gently wipe her cheek with the back of my knuckles. That was over the line. It’s one thing to comfort a grieving citizen. It’s quite another to embrace her and then dry her tears. I need to put some distance between us before I end up doing something worse. Or better.

I catch a glimpse of her face as she bites down on her lower lip. Whatever composure I had is gone. My lips move to hers in an instant. My hands hold the back of her neck so she can’t pull away. She doesn’t. Her lips open in invitation, and I accept wholeheartedly.

Even though I can think of many reasons why I should go inside to see her, there are an equal number of reasons that I shouldn’t. A repeat of that kiss. Wow. And the unsettled gnawing that I feel in my stomach when I look into her eyes. Why does eating bad seafood and falling hard for someone feel the same way?

While there’s definitely something to be said for the whole man-in-uniform thing, Tyler sure looks hot in his worn jeans and faded t-shirt.

She really is a criminal. I didn’t want to believe it, but my instincts are never wrong, and I can’t ignore them. Somehow, even knowing this, there’s a bigger part of me that wants to protect her.

Creating Fate
by Tamra Lassiter
Role of Fate #3
Publication Date: December 2, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance


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We can’t create our own fate.

Justin Simms joined the Army to distance himself from his family and the painful secret he’s hiding from them. When he has to travel home for his brother’s wedding, he worries they’ll find out he’s not as happy as he pretends to be.

Justin notices Annie immediately. She’s smart, beautiful, and recently out of a relationship—all the traits he looks for in a woman. She’s also wholesome and openly looking for Mr. Right—two things that scare the crap out of him. Yet, spending time with Annie makes him happy. He doesn’t have to pretend.

Annie’s a strong, intelligent woman who is successful in every way except for one. Her first sexual encounter with her teenage boyfriend was a disaster and has haunted her ever since. Annie just knows that if she finds true love, her insecurities will fade away. She isn’t ashamed to admit she’s looking for love. Her parents have had a happy marriage, so why should she settle for anything less? When Annie meets Justin, she thinks he might be the one she’s looking for. Will Justin realize that meeting Annie really was fate and deal with his past before it’s too late?

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She’s the last person in the world you’d expect to see bellied up to a bar. There’s an obvious glow of innocence about her, and she just put her elbow in the salsa bowl.

She folds her arms on top of the bar and lowers her head to rest on them. Her eyes close. For a second, she looks as peaceful as an angel, if there were such a thing as a drunk angel.

Responsible people don’t fly away to who knows where with total strangers. I think I threw responsibility out the window when I moved to the bar after Daniel left the restaurant last night.

I keep my eyes focused downward, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. He pulls me to him in an embrace. And what an embrace it is. Justin’s arms move around my shoulders. My arms move around his waist and my head rests on his chest. I inhale deeply, pulling in his manly scent and letting his warmth surround me.

It takes all my willpower not to lean in and kiss her for real. What the hell is wrong with me? I was just reminding myself of the reasons why being with Annie is impossible. All it takes is a smile and a greeting for those feelings to go out the window.

My armor cracks. I can’t go another second without touching her. I hold my hand out, and she takes it. Her warm fingers intertwine with mine. Holding hands feels natural now. I’m so glad that I invited Annie to come home with me. The idea felt pretty insane when I asked. Now, I can’t imagine it any other way.

About Tamra Lassiter


I live outside Washington, D.C. with my wonderfully supportive husband and two daughters, one of which is approaching her teenage years. Help us all! If that isn’t enough, we have a Great Dane and an English Bulldog to keep us on our toes. It’s crazy around here and I love every minute of it!

Writing is my third career. I didn’t set out to be a writer, it was just meant to be. My Mechanical Engineering degree from Virginia Tech prepared me well for my first career as an Engineer/Program Manager. My second career was in Human Resources. Long story, but I figured it out. I believe the best start for a writing career is to be a reader first and I’ve been an avid reader my whole life. I’ve loved to read ever since I picked up my first Nancy Drew mystery in the fourth grade. Now I love reading just about everything, but I don’t read sad books and I don’t watch sad movies either for that matter, no matter how many awards they’ve won. Life’s too short and who needs all that strife to bring us down?

Many of my words have been penned late into the evening, which explains why I’ve never viewed whatever television show you recommend to me. I would, however, love to hear your recommendations for a great read!

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