More alike than you realize.
(Spoiler: They’re basically cousins!)
✨ Romantic Suspense vs. Romantic Sci-Fi ✨
Please don’t fear the science because I make it all up! Let’s take a closer look!
| 💕 Romantic Suspense | 🚀 Romantic Sci-Fi |
| The Ticking Clock ⏰ The bomb’s about to go off. | The Ticking Clock ⏰ The wormhole’s about to collapse. |
| Danger + Desire 💥❤️ Bullets flying + sparks flying. | Danger + Desire 💥❤️ Plasma bolts + swoony banter. |
| Smart Heroines 🦸♀️ Solves clues, cracks codes. | Smart Heroines 🛠️ Fixes warp drives (with duct tape). |
| Heroes Who Step Up 💪 Strong, good, all-in. | Heroes Who Step Up 💪 Brave enough for battle and feelings. |
| The Mystery Factor 🔍 Who’s behind the crime? | The Mystery Factor 🛸 Who sent that strange signal? |
Let’s take a deeper look at each book.
The Last Enemy
A witness on the run. A marshal on the hunt. They’ll need to trust each other to avoid a hitman’s crosshairs…
Dani Gwynne is a lone witness with the power to put a killer behind bars. Making it to the trial alive is the romance author’s sole purpose after the haunting death of her son. But when her safehouse is compromised, she takes to the streets of Denver in a last-ditch effort to survive…
Deputy US Marshal Matthew Kirby is the only thing standing between an innocent woman and a ruthless killer. Tracking her down in the sprawling city was supposed to be the hard part, but winning the intriguing woman’s trust is a new level of complicated. Things get even more complex as burgeoning new feelings put both of them in more danger than they ever thought possible…
The Last Enemy is the first book in a series of suspenseful mysteries with a dash of romance. If you like fast-paced action, relationships worth rooting for, and witty dialogue, then you’ll love the first book in Pauline Baird Jones’ captivating Lonesome Lawmen series.
Buy The Last Enemy to climb into a mile-high mystery today!
A Blessed Day Review of The Last Enemy
Read an excerpt:
A pragmatic man, not prone to imagining things, still Matt felt the difference in a room where death came quietly and one where the victim saw it coming.
This one saw it coming, fought it hard.
Matt stepped into the room through air still thick with smoke and betrayed trust.
Alice propped a shoulder against the door frame and pulled out the witness’s file, scanning for information they didn’t need to know. Matt didn’t stop her. They all had their own routine for coping. Alice liked to bond with the victim. Probably a female thing. He liked to keep his distance.
“It started with a family affair turned nasty. Victim was a witness against her ex-brother-in-law and upstanding citizen, Richard Hastings.”
“Upstanding citizen with his own hit man?” Matt looked at her with one brow arched.
Alice made a movement that could have been a nod or a shrug. “Dani Gwynne, divorced romance writer.” She found a photo, studied it, and then handed it to him. “She doesn’t look like a romance writer or a murder witness.”
What she looked like didn’t matter anymore, but he was curious to see what a romance writer looked like, so he studied the photo.
Alice was right, she didn’t look like a romance writer. Or like what they’d seen in the living room. Her face looked too alive to be dead, surprisingly attractive. Weren’t romance writers frustrated wall flowers or something?
Her face had a grownup beauty, as opposed to the walking corpses of fashion runways and Hollywood semi-prostitutes.
A charm that owed nothing to youth, artifice or surgical enhancement and everything to character, though he was sure Alice would insist her good bones helped some.
The lines at the edges of her green eyes and smiling mouth, the fullness time had added to her figure, Matt considered a plus. He’d lost his taste for the young when he quit being young.
Matt frowned down at the photo, uncomfortable with the odd feeling that he had missed something by not knowing her.
The Key
Air Force pilot Sara Donovan expected her first mission to be challenging. She didn’t expect to end up marooned on a distant planet, babysitting a secret weapon and dodging invisible aliens with bad attitudes. Things were already weird—then a brooding, blue-eyed mystery man with serious space-knight vibes crashed into her life. Literally.
Kiernan Fyn isn’t just any alien castaway—he’s a man on a mission, and he’s been watching Sara. He thinks she’s the key to stopping a galactic threat, unlocking powers she didn’t even know she had. (No pressure or anything.)
Together, they’ll have to survive sabotage, secrets, and sizzling attraction while dodging intergalactic assassins and figuring out what, exactly, Sara’s brain is hiding. Also? She’s pretty sure the ship’s AI is judging her.
If you like kick-butt heroines, loyal alien heroes, slow-burn sizzle, and a healthy dose of snarky banter, this action-packed sci-fi romance will take you to the stars—and beyond.
Project Enterprise: Because saving the galaxy is easier with a sarcastic sense of humor and a hot guy who knows how to fly.
Reading Reality Reviews The Key
Read an excerpt:
“Henderson? This is Donovan.”
Crackling silence.
“Captain?”
Okay, not good, but she’d been in some buildings where the radio didn’t work. She readied her P-90 and stepped to the side of the door again. It slid back and she cleared this room.
So far, so good.
Now she moved through a space that reminded her of the command consoles in the main control center, but on a smaller scale. And still no welcoming lights. She reached out to touch one and got a mental yank.
“Okay, I won’t touch. Just tell me where I am.”
Not even a crackling silence.
Her spider sense was going nuts. She didn’t want to keep going. She stared at the door. If it, they, them, whatever didn’t want her to do this, why didn’t it let her go back the way she’d come? You can’t sit here forever, she told herself, but her feet didn’t move. Apparently they disagreed. She could almost hear Briggs jeering about her being a girl.
She reined in her imagination and approached the door. Almost automatically, she held up her fist in the stop and quiet signal. She looked at it.
“You’re just sad, Donovan.”
The same spider sense had her turning off the P-90’s light. She stepped up to this door. It opened, with a blank wall ahead, corridors stretching off to her left and right. Sara crouched down and did a quick look in both directions. Could she hear footsteps some distance away? She wasn’t sure.
She quietly tapped her radio again. “Henderson? Anybody?”
If the owners of the footsteps had been friendly, they’d have heard her radio, even if a signal couldn’t get outside the building, it should work inside the building. She peeked out again, not sure which direction to go. It was lighter in this corridor, looked like natural light, but she couldn’t tell where it came from. Okay, that was definitely footsteps approaching. She angled her head from the right. She didn’t know why she felt the urge to move and move quickly. She just acted on it, turning and running in the opposite direction. She almost made the turn.
Almost wasn’t good enough.
A beam of light just missed her. She recognized it.
A Dusan energy weapon.
👉 Love Romantic Suspense? I promise you’ll feel right at home in Romantic Sci-Fi… just add spaceships (and the occasional tentacle 👀).