"4 Stars!...A wonderful romantic suspense story with interesting characters that include a cat by the name of Hades. Kurt Duncan was introduced in Ice Princess and I enjoyed reading his story. He is a master at disguises but cannot hide his feelings for Ellie for very long. Ellie is a wonderful character that I liked from the beginning. She has the courage that is needed in the situation she finds herself in...Has laughs and twists that will keep readers turning pages.—Hattie Boyd, Scribes World

"Judging Ellie grips the reader's attention until the final page when every question is answered. This twisted case of blackmail and drugs move toward a delightful conclusion that leaves the reader fulfilled and wanting more from Catherine Snodgrass and Bryndis Rubin. Judging Ellie handles the complicated social structure within the military with accuracy and honesty. Catherine Snodgrass and Bryndis Rubin skillfully interweave humor and passion into Kurt and Ellie's relationship. Be prepared to read Judging Ellie without stopping."—Dena Kosche, Women On Writing

"Lots of sexuality, suspense, violence and at least two mysteries make Judging Ellie an exciting read. It's mainly a plot-driven story until later in the game. Then Kurt and Ellie's real personalities emerge, the romance comes into play, and we're left with a warm, happy ending that's sure to please."—Jane Bowers, Romance Reviews Today

...Pounding drumbeats shook the dance floor. Couples swayed to the beat, closed their eyes, and lost themselves in the music. Despite the ban against smoking, thick clouds of cigarette smoke tinged the air blue, an electric haze charged by furiously spinning strobe lights. Too many hot bodies in a crowded club made the atmosphere stifling. The Lost Oasis was open for business, and business was booming.

Kurt Duncan lounged against one mirrored pedestal table in the bar and surveyed the crowd in a predatory fashion. Couples jostled for space, trying to stake out prime locations for the evening. He examined each new face carefully. It was almost 10:05 pm. She should be arriving soon. The usual time.

Kurt scanned the packed dance floor and bar, his focus flicked from face to face. Not her. Not yet. Where is she, damnit?…

Kurt took a pull of his beer and made a face. Flat. Damn. He started to raise his hand to signal the waitress for another when he saw her step into the club’s entryway, red hair shimmering in the club lights like a flame. It had to be her. The description was too perfect to be anyone else. He smiled.