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Book Series Spotlight | The Beckett Series by @marylmartinez #romanticsuspense #books #mustread

The Becketts have a strong sense of family and honor. When one of their own is threatened, their bond is as strong as a badge of steel.

Title: Disappear

Author: Mary Martinez

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Book Blurb:

After two years undercover as an FBI agent to infiltrate a crime organization and discover the identity of a hit man, Tyler Beckett’s cover is blown. Tyler’s new assignment is to protect the only witness who can identify the mysterious killer. If only he didn’t find her so attractive. Each day it becomes harder to keep his objective, especially since he knows the interest is mutual.

Keira Cavanaugh is the only witness to a hit ordered by a crime boss. The safe house is compromised and the same hit man shoots Tyler. Fearing Tyler is dead, Keira plans revenge on the crime organization. She must fake her own suicide in order to survive.

When Tyler discovers what Keira plans, he realizes he must stop her before he loses her for good.


Keira turned in her seat to look at Tyler. His jaw tight, eyes trained on the road. They’d been traveling together long enough she’d stopped seeing the similarities between his looks and the killer’s. Now all she noticed were the dissimilarities and ever since that turning point, she’d been fighting a battle of attraction herself. For him to just climb out of the car, then the next minute declare nothing had happened, really pissed her off.

Was that the only reason she was important to him, to catch Battista? Great he was the typical male, just trying to get in her panties. Now that he’d decided she was too important for that, he’d probably drop her at the safe house and go find a woman. That brought on a wave of jealousy so intense it shocked her. She’d never been a jealous person.

“Where are we going?” She realized she had no idea where the safe house was.

At least this was a much safer topic for her thoughts. Not watching him in her mind with some other woman locked in an embrace where she wanted to be. Jeez, she had it bad. Well she’d have to borrow a page from his book and pretend he didn’t matter. Should be easy, after all she’d just met him.

“The Catskills.”

She jumped and brought her attention back, she’d forgotten about the question. “Are we staying in a hotel there?”

“No. A friend of mine has a place. It’s remote, in the Catskill mountains, where we won’t be bothered.”

Those words gave her pause. Not because of her attraction to him, but because they wouldn’t be close to help if needed.

“Anyone else know where this cabin is?”

“Only the owner and she won’t tell.”

She? That green monster rippled through her body again and she couldn’t hold back. “And she won’t mind you’re taking another woman there?”

She turned her attention to the road, and ridiculously blinking back tears. Out of the corner of her eye, saw him briefly turn his head and glare at her.

“She wants justice probably more than anyone.” He paused as if in thought.

She waited for him to continue, when he didn’t she couldn’t contain her curiosity.


“She’s my cousin by marriage,” he said, and looked at her a little strange. “And the victim’s.”

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Author Biography

Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together with her husband, she has six grown children, and six wonderful grandsons and five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and friends--she includes good books as friends!

Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for relaxing, and Italy for the wine. And most recently she discovered she was Irish and Scottish, of course they had to visit Ireland and Scotland. Mary fell in love with both, but the green hills of Ireland felt like home. With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful backdrop for her characters. One of her favorite US destinations is New York/Brooklyn, where her beloved Beckett's live. When she visits, she can wander their neighborhoods, favorite parks, and visit their favorite pub, Putnum's.

They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many during the warmer months as possible.

Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women's fiction, and she has just begun to dabble in young adult mystery. During her writing career she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding service. Mary has also participated in numerous library panels on writing and co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers conference.

Mary also writes as ML Foxx. This is her first jaunt into Fantasy and Sci-Fi, she loves it. It gives her freedom of choice. In her ML persona she also loves to go to the movies and you got it… Watch the Avengers, Dead Pool, among others. Something her hubby doesn't really enjoy but humors her fantasy side. You’ll see more books soon…

Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a tailgating in 1999.

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Title: Innocent

Author: Mary Martinez

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Book Blurb:

All Jessica wants is a home and family. So how did she suddenly find herself falsely accused of a felony and then kidnapped by a hit man?

Jessica Beckett loves teaching high school algebra. That is until Coach Brinley makes her life miserable because she actually has the audacity to fail his three staring football jocks. Maybe if they’d done their homework they would have passed. She refuses to be intimidated. He on the other hand refuses to admit defeat and manipulates the boys into accusing her of sex in exchange for passing grades.

Gabriel Despain loves being an FBI agent. But falling for his partner’s sister has complications. It would be easier to ignore his feelings if Jessica hadn't found herself in trouble. Now he must keep her safe. If he can't remain objective, they might end up dead.


“Don’t look now, but I think we’re about to be attacked.” Captain Abe Rothschild voice was filled with mirth.

Gabe knew he wasn’t going to like whatever it was the Cap was referring. Glancing over his shoulder, he held back a groan.


Jessica had a determined glint in her eye as she swooped full speed ahead. And he was her target. Why hadn’t he taken the chance to leave earlier? Now it was too late. He really didn’t want to cause a scene during the wedding. His friend, not to mention Tyler’s parents, would never forgive him.

“May I have a word with you?” Jessica’s voice brooked no argument. And no way to gracefully say no. Jessica glanced at Rothschild. “Hi Cap. Sorry to interrupt, but I need a little privacy with your agent.”

“No problem, I’ll tell Tyler good-bye, early day tomorrow you know.”

Gabe watched his safety net saunter away, an amused smirk on his face.

Just great.

“This isn’t the place Jessica, why don’t we have coffee next week.”

She tapped her high-heeled shoe, drawing his notice to her delicate feet, pink toenails matching the color of her bridesmaid dress. Sexy. He gulped. He needed to leave or he’d do something stupid.

“You know damn well you’ll ditch me for coffee. We need to talk now. What we had is not over.”

“Jessica.” Martha Beckett’s voice traveled to his ears. He’d never been so glad to be interrupted by a woman’s mother before.

Jessica wasn’t so happy, she gave him a warning glare, then turned to call to her mother. “I’ll be there in a minute mom.”

“Look Jessica, I promise we’ll talk later.”

She reached over and grasped his arm her delicate hand, had a good grip, she was anything but weak. Electric shocks ran up his arm and for a moment, all he could think about was her long legs wrapped around his waist.

Beads of sweat popped up on his forehead, he felt them start to trickle down the side of his face. He swiped them with one hand. He had to get out of there.


“I’ve got to go.” He wrenched his arm away, she stumbled a little. “Sorry.” He mumbled, but didn’t stop.

The gate blocked his path, he grasped the wood pulled it open, feeling a sliver slice into his thumb in the process. Too intent on escape. He hardly noticed the sting. The gate literally smacked him in the butt as he left.

In the distance, he heard Martha call again. “Jessica you’re going to miss Keira throw the bouquet.”

Safe. But for how long?

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Title: Quiet

Author: Mary Martinez

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Book Blurb:

Christine Beckett’s dream of partnership in a prestigious New York City law firm has finally come to fruition. She has financial security, a loving family, and owns her home, why does she need a man?

Detective Solomon has worked with Tyler Beckett on several cases, he almost feels he is part of the Beckett clan. He considers them his good friends, except for Christine who seems to look down her professional nose at him.

Christine receives a threatening note and her townhouse echoes with mysterious cries in the night. That is when the handsome and irritating detective insists he temporarily move in to protect her. To add insult, it is with her family’s blessing.


David decided this would be a good time to make his exit. He stepped forward, the movement brought attention from all.

“Tyler and Keira, you will make great parents. Your child will be one lucky kid. Congratulations.” He held out his hand for Tyler.

Keira grabbed his hand first and pulled him into an embrace. “David. Thank you so much.” She stepped back, to let her husband shake his hand. “I’m glad you could come.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” David had first met Keira on a case. She come to the Big Apple for excitement and hadn’t been in the city long before she’d found herself neck deep in trouble. Tyler had saved her pretty ass and the rest, as they say, is history.

David shook Tyler’s hand and clapped him on the shoulder. “Nice job.”

“Thanks,” Tyler said. “I may be calling you in the middle of the night for tips on crying babies, you wouldn’t mind?”

David chuckled. “Anytime. Except I draw the line on baby advice after ten p.m.”

Now smile at Christine and get the hell out of here.

“David dear, you live in Manhattan don’t you?” Martha asked. For some reason she called everyone ‘dear’. And that person didn’t necessarily need to be her offspring.

“Yes.” Wary. That gleam couldn’t be good. What could she have up her sleeve?

“Christine,” Martha then turned to her prickly daughter. “You said all of those boxes wouldn’t fit into your car, right? I’ll bet David wouldn’t mind loading some in his.” On the last word Martha swung her gaze to him.

Oh yeah, there was an old-fashioned match-making gleam there. “You wouldn’t would you, David?”

He could hardly say ‘no’ after all of their hospitality over the few years he’d known the family. His only consolation was the fact Christine looked ready to explode. Temper made her cheeks flushed and her eyes darken to a rich color of chipotle pepper.

Nope she wasn’t pleased.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

“I don’t mind at all Mrs. Beckett.”

The older woman gave him a playful slap. “Martha.”

He grinned. What else could he do, she was incorrigible. “Martha, then.”

“Ma, the man probably has plans.” Then Christine turned to him, lowered brows looking like a bull ready to charge. “Really Detective there’s no reason for you to bother. I can make another trip.”

“Nonsense, Chris,” Martha said. “Why make another trip if he’s going that way tonight.”

Oh yes, Martha had a definite something up her sleeve.

Too bad she’d picked the wrong two people.

“Christine, your Mother is right,” David said, trying not to let on that he enjoyed her discomfort. “There is no need for you to come back to Brooklyn when I have a SUV parked right out front.”


Christine tried to reign in her temper. If only she could do a quick turn to lose him. That would be pointless as they were still in Brooklyn. And besides, he had her things. How had her mother manipulated him into helping? What? Did she think since she had two children paired up she had to dabble in Christine’s love life?

And why had the Detective looked so happy to accommodate? He didn’t like her any better than she liked him.

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Title: Profit

Author: Mary Martinez

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Book Blurb:

Special Agent Reagan Beckett left Brooklyn for San Francisco ten years ago—and on bad terms with her family. When the World Banking Association (WBA), one of the biggest worldwide financial institutions, is targeted by domestic terrorists, Reagan is called to join the team with two others in New York City. Now she would be home for an extended visit.

Special Agent Paco Luis Perez has heard of the legendary Tyler Beckett and looks forward to working with the man on the assignment in New York. However, when he reads Beckett’s dossier on his flight from D.C., he discovers the Beckett he expected to meet isn’t Tyler.

NYPD Detective Spencer Alexander Williams III, a member of the gang terrorist task force, reluctantly agrees to consult on the domestic terrorist case as the local liaison. He has never liked working with a team; he learns more on his own. But they need his uncanny knack to anticipate the gang’s movements.

As soon as Reagan receives information on the assignment, she researches her new partners. But does she know enough to literally trust these men with her life?​


“Home.” Reagan Beckett lounged on top of what her mother called her beast of a Harley regarding her old neighborhood. Ten long years had passed since she’d left in disgrace. True, it was disgrace of her own making, but she’d been so angry and resentful at the time. Over the years, she’d made a tentative truce with her parents, who one and all referred to as the Elders, and had even visited when her job permitted it. Now, an assignment had brought the prodigal daughter back to Brooklyn for an indefinite length of time. Would she be welcome?

She might as well find out. It was time to face the music, if there was any to face, that is. Her hog wouldn’t let her arrive in surprise, so she climbed off. She would have liked to enjoy the quiet well-kept neighborhood, because surprisingly, she had missed it. But the beast wasn’t exactly easy to push, for someone her size anyway. Finally, she guided the bike into the driveway, she kicked the stand out and settled the bike, and turned only to be confronted by a stranger. He was standing in the middle of the Elders' yard as if he actually belonged.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I belong here. Who the hell are you?”

The tawny giant had cop written all over him, then something sparked her memory. She glanced to the house then back at brawny. Her sister, Christine’s, new fiancé.

“You’re David Solomon.”

“I am. And you are…” His gaze slid over her shoulder to the bike and then pinned her again. “…Reagan.”

“I am.”

“Dad, what’s…” A girl bounced out of the house. “Cool, nice hog.”

Reagan raised a brow, most little girls wouldn’t know that term. “Hello there, young person, what’s your name?”

But the girl completely ignored her question, and David didn’t help by giving introductions, so Reagan turned to watch the girl make a circle around the bike. She readied herself in case she had to intervene to save the child. The fuckin’ thing weighed enough to crush an adult. She didn’t need to carry the guilt of the girl’s injury or maybe even death on her conscience. Besides it cost too much for some precocious kid to knock it down.

Finally, the girl turned her attention to the two adults. She rudely stared at Reagan, something she was very used to. She waited until the inevitable revulsion crossed the girl's face, except in this case, it never arrived.

“I like your hair, it’s all spiky and cool. Ohhh… Those boots are awesome.” Then she turned to her dad with a questioning look. “Can I cut my hair?”

“We’ll see. This is Reagan…”

“Oh, cool, you rode that all the way from California?”