Nina Crespo: It’s always great to have Tina Donahue stop by. Today we’re talking about girlfriends and her book, RELENTLESS. It’s a sexy, passionate read that you’ll definitely want to check out.

Why are your girlfriends important?

They get me. No matter how deep a guy is, he just doesn’t understand what it’s like to be a woman. My girlfriends do. We support each other through bad times and always celebrate the good. I never had sisters so I’m lucky to have them.

What’s the best life or love advice you’ve received from a girlfriend?

When I was in college, I was really hooked on this bad boy. My BFF told me he was a jerk and that I deserved better – I shouldn’t settle. Seeing him through her eyes taught me a lot. Never again did I fall for someone like that.

About Tina’s Book

They call him Ghost…

If anyone needs a hero, Nic does. Her grandfather died in a suspicious accident, she nearly lost the ranch to foreclosure, and now mysterious mutilations are killing her cattle. She suspects her supremacist neighbor is behind the crimes, but can’t prove it.

When Ghost arrives on her land, offering to get justice, she’s hard-pressed to refuse his help. He’s sexy as sin and a former Army Ranger, his talents as a sniper unequaled.

The way he looks at her unmatched.

Ghost can’t help himself. He’s never met a more determined woman, her courage and intelligence captivating him. As a Blackfoot, he’s always called Montana home. With Nic here, he’s not going anywhere.

Good thing as the attacks escalate.

Facing insurmountable odds to save her land, Nic and Ghost form a formidable defense, while also surrendering to passion neither can resist.

Excerpt (*Adult Readers Only)

In the grayish dawn, a tall figure approached, shoulder-length hair flapping in the mild summer wind, the man’s powerful form silhouetted against the lightening sky, his face hidden in shadows.

He carried a rifle over one shoulder.

Nic’s fury morphed to dread at the coming battle, but she wouldn’t back down. “Hold it right there!” Her shout sounded thunderous in the otherwise calm day. “Another step and I’ll shoot off your balls.”

Halted, he raised his hands. “I’m not here to cause trouble, Ms. Strom.”

Patience and sincerity rang in his deep, rich voice, along with respect.

Her stomach fluttered in appreciation when it shouldn’t have. Victor’s men weren’t close to civilized. Calling her a bitch or barking racial obscenities was more their style. Confused, she nevertheless kept her finger on the trigger, prepared to fire. “Then go back the way you came. Don’t enter my property again.”

“I’m here to talk. To help.”

That made no sense. He couldn’t be from the Sheriff’s Department. Long ago, the law in this county proved they couldn’t have cared less about her problems.

Teeth bared, Shade edged closer to the stranger and crouched, ready to pounce.

Slowly, the man lowered his arms. “How about I put my rifle on the ground then you call off your dog?”

Sounded reasonable, but she was long past what most would consider normal trust. In the distance, trees, bushes, and too much darkness hid countless dangers. “How many men did you bring with you?”

“None. It’s just me, I swear. Trent asked me to come.”

Stunned, she could barely speak. “My foreman?”

“Yeah. He and I were tight on the reservation before I left.”

Trent was a Blackfoot, the same as her grandmother Kanti. That wasn’t something a man working for Victor would admit to. Nor would Victor deign to hire someone with that lineage or anyone less than what he considered a real American…unless this was a new trick. Her skin grew clammy. “Trent didn’t say anything to me.”

“He wasn’t sure you’d accept my help.”

“Like roaming around my pasture in the dark among newly dead cattle? If that’s the case, he’s right. Put your rifle on the ground.”

He complied.

So far, so good. “Shade, back off.”

The dog maintained his threatening posture.

“Now.”

He whimpered and inched away.

Unarmed, the man straightened, hands at his side, palms facing her.

Curious, she lifted the lantern and approached, the light bathing him.

Her heart turned over.

She couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen a more beautiful man, his age early thirties or so. Straight black hair and dark-brown eyes complemented his coppery skin and strong features. The scar on his left cheek enhanced his masculinity. Although lean, he owned a powerful form, a dark T-shirt and jeans hugging his firm muscles. Her pussy creamed, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. “Besides being Trent’s friend, who are you exactly?”

“Roy Ghost. I prefer Ghost to Roy.” He offered his hand.

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About Tina Donahue

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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