Starting Over by @CharJGordon #romance #romanticsuspense #MFRWAuthor


Starting Over

 

Title Starting Over

Series Women Who Survive and Thrive

Author Charmaine Gordon

Genre Women’s Fiction, Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb

Each morning, Emily Kendrick runs on the hard-packed sand of St. Augustine Beach to clear her mind and heal her heart.

From the widow’s walk of the house perched high on the dunes, a man trains his binoculars on Emily…

 

Excerpt

Chapter 1

She ran as fast as she could on the hard packed sand this early morning in February, still cold in St. Augustine, Florida. Cold and beautiful with the tide out and no one around. Almost always surefooted, not as steady since Larry died eight months before, Emily Kendrick stumbled and caught her balance. There was a sense of someone watching her, close to her, yet she ran into no one on the deserted beach. It was almost an everyday occurrence. Tears spilled down her face just as the hurdles set for the track team came up. Easy leap over the first one, the second knocked over by a careless foot. Emily fell and didn’t get up.

 

A lone runner sprinted through the waves and hurried to aid the fallen woman.

 

Binoculars slammed against the railing of the widow’s walk where two eyes had been watching the long-legged runner for months. From his well hidden perch high up on the mansion over-looking the Atlantic Ocean, under investigation the infamous Clifford Lansdale said, “She’s mine.” Fragments of the expensive binoculars lay at his feet.

 

“Are you all right?” the runner said.

 

Emily laughed and cried. “Oh sure. I never stumble like this and the kids will be coming down for practice soon. I’ve got to be on top of my game to train them.” She stood up, checked all her parts to make sure nothing was damaged and brushed off sand. “Thanks for stopping by. I’m Emily Kendrick.” She noticed the runner checking out all her parts too and shook her head. Guys. They just can’t help it.

 

“Patrick Corwin. What kids?”

 

“I coach the women’s track team at the college. We’re at the beach most days before the crowd.” She opened a thermos and offered tea. Patrick begged off.

 

“I run early before office hours. Have to get up to Jacksonville before morning rush.” He fished a business card from his running shorts. “Call me. I’d enjoy getting to know you better, Emily.”

 

Patrick left before she had a chance to say no. How could she ever go out with another man? Larry was the best husband in the world, her high school sweetie. Emily didn’t know how she was going to spend the rest of her life without him. Their children were grown up and married. They loved her but had their own lives to lead. “Go out, Mom,” Tommy said. “Have some fun. Dad wouldn’t want you to be alone.” Her daughter wasn’t eager for her to date. “Play Bridge, learn how to use the computer we bought you. I’ll have a baby for you to play with.” Emily hated card games, computers were scary, babies sounded wonderful but is that how life would be?

 

From sounds of a bus coming over the nearby dune, Emily knew the team had arrived. Time to work and work was the answer for now.

 

Buy Links:

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/extreader/read/10726/3/starting-over

 

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Starting-Over-Charmaine-Gordon-ebook/dp/B003BVJCHM/

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/Starting-Over-Charmaine-Gordon-ebook/dp/B003BVJCHM/

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Starting-Over-Charmaine-Gordon-ebook/dp/B003BVJCHM/

 

Barnes and Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/starting-over-charmaine-gordon/1100073061?ean=2940000833049

 

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/starting-over-28

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7880797-starting-over

 

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Author Biography

Charmaine Gordon writes books about women who Survive and Thrive. Her motto is take one step and then another to leave your past behind and begin again. Six books and several short stories in three years, she’s always at work on the next story. The books include To Be Continued, Starting Over, Now What?, Reconstructing Charlie, Sin of Omission and The Catch, and her series of Mature Romances, The Beginning…Not the End.

“I didn’t realize at the time while working as an actor in NYC, I’d become a sponge soaking up dialogue, setting, and stage directions. I learned many tools of writing during the years watching directors like Mike Nichols and actors including Harrison Ford, Anthony Hopkins, and Billy Crystal. And would you believe, I was Geraldine Ferraro’s stand– in leg model, my first job giving me entrée into all the Unions needed to work. When the sweet time ended, I began another career and creative juices flowed.”

You can reach Charmaine at
http://authorCharmaineGordon.wordpress.com

And on her FB page http://www.facebook.com/charmaine.gordon

Taking Flight by @KateRandle1 and @WildRosePress #romance #books #amreading


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Title: Taking Flight

Author: Kate Randle

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

Ivy Castlefield is a famous motivational speaker who has lost the drive to go on with her career and her life. But after six months of wallowing in her own misery, she decides to get back in the game and boards a flight bound for Las Vegas to present at a conference.

 

Lucas Freeman is the handsome pilot of this plane, but he strikes out when he approaches Ivy to introduce himself. When they reach their final destination, the pair are reunited and given another chance to reconnect. But can Ivy overcome the scars of her past and give Lucas and herself the chance at love they both deserve? And can Lucas fight off the demons that threaten to separate him from Ivy when they have only just found each other?

 

Excerpt:

Ivy felt she could open up to Lucas like she hadn’t with anyone else. Was it because he was a friendly stranger whom she would likely never see again? No, it was more than that.

 

His soothing voice and handsome good looks started a fire in her belly she hadn’t felt for quite some time. Or was it the two glasses of wine she had indulged in? She couldn’t be positive, but she wanted to get to know him better. However, she couldn’t be sure she would be able to take that chance—again.

 

Buy Links:

The Wild Rose Press:

https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/5176-taking-flight.html?search_query=kate+randle&results=3

Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Taking-Flight-Kate-Randle-ebook/dp/B072SY94QW/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1498516646&sr=8-2&keywords=kate+randle

 

Amazon Canada:

https://www.amazon.ca/Taking-Flight-Kate-Randle-ebook/dp/B072SY94QW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1498516720&sr=8-1&keywords=kate+randle

Barnes & Noble:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taking-flight-kate-randle/1126624995?ean=2940158989476

 

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Author Biography:

After writing more essays than she could count completing her university studies, Kate Randle decided to swap out the world of academic prose for something more exciting—romance novels.

 

She lives near Toronto, Ontario, with her incredibly supportive husband and kids. Two adorable rescue felines round out her family to keep things interesting and covered in cat hair.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: www.katerandle.com

Twitter ID: @KateRandle1

Facebook: @katerandleauthor

Good Reads Author Page:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16298754.Kate_Randle?from_search=true

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kate_randle/

A Rancher’s Pride by @BarbaraWDaille and @HarlequinBooks #romance #books #99cents


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Title – A Rancher’s Pride

Author  – Barbara White Daille

Genre – Contemporary Romance

Publisher – Harlequin Books

 

 

A Rancher’s Pride is the first in Barbara’s Flagman’s Folly series. It’s available in print and (as of this writing) is currently 99 cents at many major e-tailers!

 

Book Blurb –

 

His Whole World Is In Her Hands…

 

Sam Robertson’s life just changed. In one short day, he found out that he’s a daddy; that his beautiful little girl, Becky, is deaf; and that her aunt, sign language teacher Kayla Ward, intends to fight him for custody.

 

There are plenty of reasons Sam shouldn’t fall for Kayla. A city girl like her has no place on his ranch, particularly when she’s his ex-wife’s gorgeous sister. But thanks to the judge’s orders, Sam’s spending a lot of time with Kayla, trying to give Becky the stable home she’s never known.

 

Despite their ongoing custody battle, Sam and Kayla’s love for Becky brings them closer than they ever expected, and Sam knows that no matter who wins in court, he could still lose—Kayla or his daughter.

 

Excerpt –

This is from the opening of A Rancher’s Pride:

 

The minute Sam Robertson saw his mother’s frozen expression, he knew something terrible had happened. He hadn’t seen that look on Sharleen’s face since the night his daddy died.

 

He tossed his Stetson onto the hook by the kitchen door and crossed the room to where she sat by the round pine table. “Mom?  What is it?  What’s wrong?”

 

“Sam…”  She cleared her throat and started again. “Ronnie was here.”

 

“Ronnie?”  He frowned. He hadn’t seen his ex-wife in five years. “What did she want after all this time?  Just stopping by to say hello?”

 

“She said she’s settling down again. With another man.”

 

“That’s what has you upset?  You should know better. And we should both pity the poor guy. So, what did she do, drop off an invitation to the wedding?”

 

“No.”  Sharleen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Finally, she said, “She dropped something off, but not an invitation. She brought a little girl with her. Four years old. Ronnie left her here. She said she’s your daughter.”

 

What?”  The news rocked him back in the chair. “That’s impossible.”

 

“I’m not sure that it is. The child is blonde. Like Ronnie. But she’s got your eyes. Your daddy’s eyes. She looks like a Robertson, through and through.”  She waved toward the arched doorway. “See for yourself.”

 

After a moment’s hesitation, he rose and moved to the door. He had to brace himself before he could step into the living room.

 

Everything looked familiar. The pair of plaid couches facing each other. The long pine coffee table between them. The chime clock ticking away on the mantel. Everything looked familiar, except the child sitting on one of the couches.

 

A beautiful little girl.

 

The daughter he’d always hoped for, the start of the family he’d never had.

 

He shook his head. Pipe dreams, for sure. Ronnie had never told a true story in her life. This child couldn’t be his.

 

As he moved another step into the room, she looked up.

 

Small and blonde, just as Sharleen had said. And more.

 

The girl’s eyes shone in the light from the table lamp beside the couch. Silver-gray eyes surrounded by dark lashes, a perfect match to his own.

 

His throat tightened. He felt frozen in place.

 

She gave him a shy smile.

 

He’d seen that half-twisted grin in plenty of his own childhood pictures. Not impossible after all. The child was his.

 

Somehow, after what seemed like hours, he managed to raise one hand to wave at her. “Hello.”  The word came out in a croak. He hadn’t the first idea of what to say and went for the standard opening line. “What’s your name?”

 

Sharleen moved up to stand behind him and rested her hand on his arm. “Her name’s Becky,” she told him. “But she can’t hear you, Sam. She’s deaf.”

 

Buy Links –

Amazon  http://www.amazon.com/Ranchers-Pride-Barbara-White-Daille-ebook/dp/B004U73TFC

Barnes & Noble  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ranchers-pride-barbara-white-daille/1100382659?ean=9781459202337

Harlequin  https://www.harlequin.com/shop/books/9781459202337_a-ranchers-pride.html

Books-A-Million http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Ranchers-Pride/Barbara-White-Daille/Q805260264?id=6631563407959

Kobo  https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/a-rancher-s-pride

 

Barbara White Daille

 

Author Biography –

Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing about those subjects, too!

 

Barbara wrote her first short story at the age of nine, then typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis. Sign up for her newsletter to keep up with the latest in her writing life:  https://barbarawhitedaille.com/newsletter.

 

Social Media Links –

Website  https://www.barbarawhitedaille.com

Blog  https://www.barbarawhitedaille.com/blog

Newsletter  https://www.barbarawhitedaille.com/newsletter

Facebook  http://www.facebook.com/barbarawhitedaille

Twitter  https://twitter.com/BarbaraWDaille

Amazon author page  http://www.amazon.com/Barbara-White-Daille/e/B002J6B0QQ
Harlequin author page  https://www.harlequin.com/shop/authors/23759_barbara-white-daille.html

 

Right Text, Wrong Number by Natalie Decker @AuthorNatDecker #romance #YA #giveaway




 

Right Text Wrong Number
Natalie Decker
(Offsides, #1)
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: July 11th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

High school juniors, Layla and Tyler, are complete opposites. Sure she’s a cheerleader and he’s a football player, but she thinks he’s the biggest jerk in the school and he thinks she is too high on her horse to even be worth of a second glance from him. And when the two of them are near one another, sparks fly in all the wrong directions. They are NOT interested in speaking to one another, let alone date.

 

But when Layla unknowingly sends Tyler a smack-down text meant for the girl sending naked photos to her then-boyfriend, Adam, Tyler has no idea it’s Layla and decides to play along. After all, Tyler cannot resist messing with the pissed off girl firing off texts about junk pictures, cheating, and girl code.

 

As the fallout from Adam’s sexting scandal plays out in front of the entire school, Tyler and Layla secretly continue to text one another using fake names. But as days and weeks pass, things take a turn for the serious between them, and suddenly, their texts mean more. They both begin to consider revealing their true identity to the other and taking the relationship from texts to dates, then kissing and maybe more.

 

They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. Can reality live up to the fantasy, or will Layla and Tyler be forever offsides?

 

Goodreads / Amazon

EXCERPT:

Beep! Beeeeeeeeep! “Stop screwing with your phone and pay attention to the road!” I blow my horn some more. The light is green, has been for a good forty seconds. I glance over at my best friend for some support for my general crabbiness this morning. She’s not giving it though, she’s too busy tapping away on her own cellphone.

 

“You believe this guy? Same to you, Buddy!” I yell as I catch his middle finger pop up in front of his rearview mirror.

 

Rachel doesn’t say anything. She’s still engrossed in messages from whomever is texting her. Possibly the latest gossip, or party happening. Who knows?

 

I’m usually a perky, non-violent person. All of this has seemed to change recently. I saw an episode on the news about how much society is turning into walking mutants because they’re so absorbed in their phones. You won’t catch me searching for the perfect snap shot of yourself, only to be mauled by a huge mountain lion ready to pounce from behind. I don’t want to be mauled by some crazy animal in a park. I mean how awful would that be, death-by-selfie. So, I gave up on taking poses in the cute outfits I wear and selfies altogether.

 

And don’t get me started on texting. I loathe it. I know what you’re thinking. What kind of weirdo hates texting? The kind who’s dyslexic. And when everything looks like absolute gibberish anyway, and now I have to read words on a small screen just to find out who made out with whom; no thanks. If it weren’t for my text-to-voice app, I’d be screwed. People would think I’m a complete airhead because I couldn’t decipher a silly text.

 

“Sorry; what were you having a beyotch fit about?” Rachel asks drawing my eyes from the road and landing on her. “Austin was telling me what happened to Jared during football practice yesterday. Plus, I guess there is this monster party after the game Friday. You in or out?” She looks up from her phone.

 

“In,” I answer reverting my attention to the line of cars turning into the school’s parking lot. I know my boyfriend Adam will want to go hang out with his team so it’s a given that I’ll be tagging along. Although I really would rather it just be him and me this weekend. Lately we’re either in group functions, at parties, on double dates at the movies, or hanging out with his friends. I just want some me-time with him. No disgusting belching contests happening in the background or listening to other couples make out next to me. Gross.

 

“Austin wants to know if your sister’s coming?”

 

This question shakes me from my miserable funk, and I snort laugh. My twin sister at a party? HA-HA-HA. OMG; I think I peed my pants a little. “That’s not happening. Unless the words ‘book,’ ‘ComicCon,’ or ‘mud’ were in front of the word ‘party.’ Then she’d probably go. But yeah; no. Why’s does he want to know? Is he crushing on my sister?” That could be news I could get down with.

 

“He said one of the guys was asking.”

 

Raising a brow, I inquire, “Which one?” It’s probably Chase, but that would be weird considering he’s her best friend and knows her daily schedule.

She’s tapping away again as I pull up to the school parking lot. “He won’t say.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Do you really care or are you just morbidly interested that someone might actually like your super wacked out sister?”

 

“She’s not … wacked out.”

 

Rachel is my best friend, but she’s not a fan of my sister, Juliet. In fact, she pretty much despises her. My twin isn’t mean or anything, she’s just … super smart. And sometimes tends to let her geekiness fly. She can recite the first five chapters of each Harry Potter book. She knows all the lines word-for-word in every Star Wars movie. Every stinkin’ one.

 

Speaking of my awesome twin, she pulls up next to me and slams her Jeep door. “You did it again! You know you only have one simple chore. One. And every time I get stuck with it.”

 

I roll my eyes at her. “Calm down, sis. I’ll get it next time.”

 

She smiles wickedly at me. It’s like looking in a mirror since our physical features are almost exactly the same. The only one small difference isn’t something most people notice just from looking at our faces: she has a small birthmark on her neck just below her ear, shaped like a heart, whereas I do not. Everything else is definitely the same, from the dark, rich brown hair to the mossy-green eyes, right down to the height of a whopping 5’6”. I’ve thought about cutting my waist-length hair to my shoulders just so people can tell us apart.

 

“You say that every time! I’m done helping you out Layla. Maybe next time instead of rushing off to get Starbucks, see Adam, or pick up your BFF you’ll do your chores and stop putting them on me. I have a life too you know.”

 

Rachel cuts in. “You have a life, since when?”

 

“Butt out Rach.” I shift my attention back to my sister who is currently glaring at my bestie. “Juliet, I’m sorry,” I say.

 

Her eyes cut to me. She shakes her head and walks away. I call out, “Juliet.” She doesn’t look back. Instead, she flips me off—and okay this time —I rightly deserve it.

 

I totally thought she’d take out the recycling for me again. “Dang it. Mom’s going to kill me.”

 

“This is why your sister is a freak,” Rachel says as we head into the school. Once we’re inside, she ditches me for Austin and I head to my destination, Adam.

 

 

Author Bio:

 

Natalie Decker is the author of RIVAL LOVE series and the Scandalous Boys series. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for English class. However, seventh grade wasn’t her favorite time and books were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in books. She’s a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and her awesome dog infinity times infinity. If she’s not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she’s off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing!

Find out more visit: http://www.authornataliedecker.com

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Merry Christmas, Henry by @Aubreywynne51 #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Merry Christmas, Henry

 

Author: Aubrey Wynne

 

Genre: Contemporary Holiday Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A holiday fantasy short story for the romantic.

 

Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream.

 

Excerpt:

“Hey, Henry, you want a little overtime?” the supervisor had asked. “Charlie called in sick and I could use an extra hand. Another rich collector remembered us in his will. We’ve got a pricey piece arriving in about an hour and I’d feel better with some extra security.”

 

Henry tried to wipe the smile off his face. Five years in the city and he still felt like a country bumpkin. “Sure.”

 

“The paper says a Rubens. Flemish, wasn’t he? But it’s a small one.”

 

Henry gave a whistle. “Impressive.”

 

“There’s a companion painting with it, artist unknown. We’ll have to find a spot for it in appreciation for the collector’s piece.”

 

An hour later, Henry held a priceless painting in his hands. God, he loved this job.

 

“The family probably figured they wouldn’t get any money out of the other one. But this one sure is a beauty,” the supervisor said as he reached for the Rubens.

 

“Yes, indeed,” Henry replied, as his eyes landed on the second painting. “Striking.”

 

Henry’s boss laughed. “I’m talking about this one, Bud. The little one is worth the big bucks!” His boss headed toward the office to start the paperwork on the new museum pieces.

 

“Yes, of course,” he murmured, but his attention remained focused on the woman in the larger painting.

 

She sat on the edge of a rocky cliff, her face slightly turned as if looking over the edge. Her legs were out to the side, knees bent, a long, olive-colored skirt spread around her haphazardly as if blown by the wind. The stormy ocean breakers rushed between jagged rocks then turned into frothy waves that lapped at the sand. The details in the picture were crisp and stark, the color was minimal—just the woman on a cliff with the turbulent water below. But the overall effect created a hauntingly beautiful scene.

 

He felt her distress, her sorrow. His fingers itched to reach out and pull her from the painting and hold her, soothe her, give her comfort. Henry knew that if she could turn and face him, he would be looking at the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen. His hand shook as he reached out to touch the canvas.

 

“Are you okay, Henry?”

 

Henry drew his hand back quickly as if he’d been caught in the act of—of what? Touching a frame? Good lord, he must be tired.

 

“What? Oh, yeah, I just need some sleep. ” As Henry turned to leave, he took one last look at the woman who had just stolen his heart. Fate had given him a precious gift. He whistled “Angels We Have Heard on High” all the way home.

 

 

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All other retailers: https://www.books2read.com/u/4EWKZg

 

Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

We make gingerbread men every year. The kids have contests to see who can pile on the most candy and still tell it’s a man. The adults compete for the silliest face. At the end, we make hot chocolate and gobble up our creations.

 

Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://aubreywynne.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Aubreywynne51

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Christmas List by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:           The Christmas List

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romance

 

Book Blurb:  

A freak accident changed the course of tennis player Allie Underwood’s life. Two years in recuperation, she’s finally back on her feet, but her plans of opening a tennis academy died with the accident. Then Allie encounters architect Peter Barrett who literally pulls the rug out from under her. Attempting to avoid him proves fruitless as he’s everywhere she turns. When he pulls her into his arms and passion flares between them, Allie’s future and her heart are in jeopardy.

Patting himself on the back after gaining a lucrative contract, Peter Barrett is stunned when a teenage angel appears in his home office and tells him she’s there to save his soul. He has to help another mortal by fulfilling her Christmas wishes. Peter has never had a happy Christmas. And the chosen woman stands in the way of his architectural plans.

Will they learn the value of good will to men and open their hearts to love?

 

Excerpt:

Allie’s hand shook when she looked down at the year old paper.  Her mouth went dry as she stared at the list she’d begun two years ago.  Uncalled for emotions sailed into her like a fast moving train.  Her free hand went to her heart, trying to control the sudden beating that she could feel all the way to her head.

 

The note’s title was clear, but the year had been obliterated by water damage.  She didn’t need to see it.  She knew exactly when she’d written it.  It was during her before period.  Before the accident.  Before her world collided with a drunk driver.  Before life as she knew it and the promising future her friends and family knew was hers, was snatched away in a blinding few seconds that crushed her life, limbs, and career into a space too small for a woman her size.

 

Balling the single sheet into golf-ball size, Allie tossed it toward the trash can – missing it by inches.  She didn’t need to read it.  She knew what it said.  She also knew the list was moot.  Allie wouldn’t get any of her Christmas wishes – not then or now.

 

“Allie, are you ready?” her sister called from the hall.  Allie started taking a deep breath and snapping her attention to the present.  From the sound of Melanie’s voice, Allie could tell she was half-way up the stairs.

 

“Just throwing out some trash,” Allie called.  She glanced toward the trash can as if she could see her past.

 

Melanie pushed the door open and walked in without waiting for Allie to offer her entrance.  She was immaculately dressed in black pants, a creamy soft cable-knit sweater and red knee-length boots.  Not at all like Allie who wore a simple green dress with long sleeves.  It was cinched at the waist by a silver belt whose loop was three dress sizes tighter than it had been a year ago.  Allie wore support stockings and shoes with a one-inch heel.  There was snow outside, but it had been cleared away leaving adequate paths that could keep her feet dry.  Despite spending her entire life in Lighthouse, Maine, Allie did not like boots.

 

“What are you doing?” Melanie asked, looking around.

 

“Cleaning out some papers I don’t need anymore.”  She wanted to say some old memories, but that would spark more conversation than she wanted to go into with her perceptive sister.

 

“Ready?”

 

Allie pushed her arms into her coat.  “I am now.”  She smiled even though she didn’t feel like it.

 

“It’s cold out, but it hasn’t snowed yet.”

 

New snow was predicted.  Allie saw her sister glance at her shoes.  The censure that she should have on the boots Melanie had bought her was there.  She ignored it and started for the door.

 

“I’ll take this down for you,” Melanie said, lifting the nearly full trash can.

 

Allie gritted her teeth.  After two years, she was capable of taking her own trash down the stairs, but Melanie thought she was helping.  And Allie’s limp was almost gone.  If she didn’t overdo or try to walk too fast, no one could tell she even had a limp.

 

Melanie took the trash basket to the kitchen and left it next to a larger one.  The balled up list still lay on the floor of Allie’s bedroom.  Neither of them noticed.

 

 

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For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:   

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Changing Faces by @BarbCaffrey #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: CHANGING FACES

 

Author: Barb Caffrey

 

Genre: LGBT-friendly inspirational fantasy-romance

 

Book Blurb:

Allen and Elaine are graduate students in Nebraska, have been together for seven years, and are engaged. They love each other very much, and have many things in common. Both play the clarinet, are teaching assistants, are well-respected and seem to have their lives firmly on track. In fact, their life should be idyllic, but Elaine’s past includes rape, neglect, and abuse from those who should’ve loved her—but didn’t, because from childhood, Elaine identified as transgender.

 

When Elaine tells Allen right before Christmas, he doesn’t know what to do. He loves Elaine, loves her soul, has heard about transgender people before, but didn’t think Elaine was one of them—she looks and acts like anyone else. Now, she wants to become a man and is going to leave.

 

He prays for divine intervention, and says he’ll do anything, just please don’t separate him from Elaine. And in the form of a car accident, he gets his wish.

 

Now, he’s in Elaine’s body. And she’s in his. But both were injured, and Allen’s old body (with Elaine inside) is in a coma.

 

Allen can’t tell anyone who he is. But one thing’s certain: if Elaine can wake up, he wants to be with her. He doesn’t care what body he’s in, or that he, too, is now transgender.

 

Why?

 

True love matters so much to the universe, once you have found your soulmate, the universe will do anything to keep you together—even change your faces.

 

Excerpt:

I woke up in a dark, strange room. I couldn’t see much, but I knew I wasn’t

home. The shape of the shadows was off.

 

At least my eyes are open, I mused. That’s something.

 

Then everything came back in a rush. The car—the accident. What happened?

 

I tried to sit up on a spare, single bed, but my midsection told me this was a very

bad idea. I flopped back down, and groaned as I came down hard on my left hand. It

felt wrong, somehow, so I picked it up and looked at it. Strange; in this light, it seemed

much smaller than usual.

 

I must have zoned out for a bit, because the next thing I knew, I heard, “Time for

your hourly check.”

 

“I’m awake,” I mumbled. Even my voice sounded—and felt—wrong. It was

much higher than normal.

 

What was wrong with me?

 

I saw a white light for a moment, but it blinded me to the point I could only see

sparkles. Then I felt something grab my hand. “Relax,” a male voice said. “I’m taking

your pulse, getting your vitals.” My hand was put down gently at my side, then the

insistent man asked, “Where does it hurt?”

 

“Everywhere,” I grumbled, still not able to see. “My head…my ribs…

everywhere!”

 

“Not surprising,” the man—a nurse, I realized—said. Then he asked me a

number of questions—what day it was, what year, where we were, who the President

was, all that. I answered fine until they asked me who I was, and I tried to say “Allen,”

but couldn’t. Then I tried to say, “Where’s Elaine?” but the only word that came out was

the last one.

 

The nurse nodded. “Yes, you seem to know who and where you are. That’s good

to hear.”

 

“I know who I am,” I said, trying not to sound frightened, “but I can’t explain it. I

feel so weird…can’t you give me anything for the pain?”

 

“We think you have a concussion, so we can’t just yet,” he said gently. “As for the

rest, I’ll check on you again in a few hours. Get some rest.”

 

Easy for you to say, I thought. But I tried to do what he asked; I just wasn’t able to do it. So I gave up after a few subjective eons and turned the light on. I still saw

sparkles, but through them, I was able to see white walls and the spare, utilitarian decor

of a hospital room. There were no tubes hooked up to my arms, but there was

something on my right forefinger—to get oxygen, maybe?—and a blood pressure cuff

was around my left bicep. Worst of all, there was no one waiting at my bedside.

 

What am I doing here? Then, after a beat: Where is Elaine? Shouldn’t she be here, even

if she doesn’t want to be with me, doesn’t want to marry me? Then I thought with rising

panic, Could she be hurt?

 

A familiar face poked her head into the room. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the

familiar face I’d been hoping for. “Elaine, are you awake?” Jolene called.

 

Elaine? I thought, and tried to say, No, I’m Allen! But the words wouldn’t come.

 

Feebly, I said, “I’m not sure I’m…” before my mind stuck on the words who you want and

couldn’t say them, so I substituted, “awake, actually” at the last moment. Why couldn’t I

even say my own name?

 

What’s wrong with me? I thought. What am I doing here? Why is Jolene here? Did I

really hear her call me by Elaine’s name?

 

And why did Jolene come alone? Where is my love?

 

 

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It may sound strange, but we always ate mashed rutabagas at holidays. With a bit of sugar in the water to boil them with, and with a good amount of whipping cream or whole milk to add to them after being mashed, they are delicious.

 

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Author Biography:

Barb Caffrey is a writer, editor, and musician who holds two degrees in Music. She has a particular fondness for the clarinet, lived in Nebraska for the better part of three years, and appreciated the ability to combine both her loves with the writing of Changing Faces.

 

Her other books are An Elfy on the Loose and A Little Elfy in Big Trouble (otherwise known as the Elfy duology), while her short stories have appeared in a number of places (most recently in Realms of Darkover). She’s also the co-writer of the Joey Maverick series of stories (with late husband Michael B. Caffrey), so the next story you might see from her could be military science fiction—or better yet, military science fiction with romance.

 

She lives in Wisconsin.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Bassist by @CarlaKrae #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: The Bassist (West Coast Soulmates #1)

 

Author: Carla Krae

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Dylan is the bassist for Jake Lindsey’s band, but not when he’s in his hometown. It’s Christmas Eve and a sudden, strong blizzard has left the mountain submerged in snow, wrecking his plan to drive back to Los Angeles in time to attend Jake and Beth’s party Christmas Day.

Jennifer’s family was coming to spend the holiday at her cabin, but the storm is keeping them off the mountain. Resigned to entertaining herself for the night, she’s startled by someone pounding on her front door–a handsome man needing shelter from the storm. Dylan is sweet, funny, and so damn hot she can’t resist learning what he has to offer.

Was this a single night of passion, or the beginning of lasting love?

 

Excerpt:

They lapsed into silence, watching the crackly movie.  She studied him out the corner of her eye.  He was built nice, if you liked the slim look.  Visible muscle definition through the snug shirt.  She hadn’t looked close enough to see what color his eyes were, yet.  His hands were large, dwarfing the mug in his grasp, with long fingers and short nails.

 

“Do you think it’ll snow all night?” he asked.

 

“Maybe. Even if it doesn’t, the plows won’t come out on the roads until daylight.”

 

“So, I’m stuck here. All night.”

 

She let out a slow breath.  “So it would seem.”

 

A young, attractive man in the house all night.  Woo, boy.  No awkwardness there…

 

He broke the silence first.  “Want you to know you’re safe. Not a murderer or rapist or anything. Love women, actually.”

 

She arched a brow.  “And they love you?”

 

He laughed.  “Not enough to stay.”  And dropped his eyes to his mug.  “What about you? You mentioned a name.”

 

“Lee. My husband.”

 

“Oh. Couldn’t make it home for Christmas?”

 

“Not since he rolled his car off the mountain and died.”  Oh god…why did I say that?  “I’m going to prepare the guest room.”  She fled to the spare room to prepare his bed.

 

Jennifer couldn’t believe she blurted it out like that.  God, what he must think of her…what he must think she thought of him for asking.  Stupid, stupid, stupid

 

“Hey.”  He stood in the doorway.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I’m sorry for the personal question. It was none of my business. I’d offer to go, but…”

 

“You don’t need to apologize. I don’t know why I said that.”  She sighed.  “My husband died ten months ago. He was drunk and driving too fast and he didn’t make it around the curve.”  She sat on the bed.  “My family was coming up to help me make a good memory here for the holiday after… It’s my first Christmas alone.”

 

He took a step forward.  “You’re not alone now.”

 

Not in the technical sense, anyway.  “True. Thanks. Would you like more cocoa?”

 

“Please.”  He backed up to let her out of the room.

 

Dylan had a hell of a smile.  His whole face lit up with it.  Lee never smiled with his teeth showing; at least, not for a long time before his death.

 

He followed her to the kitchen.  She filled the kettle with more water and turned on the stove, then got some cookies she’d made the day before out of the pantry.  He sat on the counter watching her, his bare feet swaying back and forth.

 

“So, Dylan, huh?”

 

“Yep. Dylan Smith.”

 

“Not common at all.”

 

He chuckled.  “Nope. Merely another one of the faceless legion.”

 

“So, why would you do a performance at Christmas?”

 

“A favor. I don’t normally do this, but my friends had plans tonight, so I figured what the hell…and slid into a snow bank for my trouble.”

 

She giggled, handed him one of the mugs, and held up hers for a toast.  “To better luck next year.”

 

He clinked his mug with hers.  “I’ll drink to that.”

 

They shared a smile. She couldn’t help doing it when he did, like an automatic reaction of her cheek muscles.

 

“So, what kind of music do you play?”

 

He hopped down, careful not to slosh, and walked to his guitar case.  “Some of everything, really.”  He set the mug down and opened the case.  “Let’s see how you fared, old friend.”

 

He plucked his thumb on the strings, checking their tune, then started playing a combination of embellished scales.  At least to Jennifer’s knowledge, he was really good.  He pushed his sleeves up a bit, revealing toned forearms with corded muscles that twitched and flexed when he played.  Then he started humming something she didn’t know and switched melodies.  Soft words escaped his lips, like he couldn’t help singing it instead of merely humming along.  A smooth pretty baritone that made her tummy flutter.

 

She stared as he lost himself in the music, his eyes closed and head bobbing in time.  It had turned into an intimate moment.  She was sure he’d forgotten he had an audience and…wow, was it hot in here?

 

 

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I love eating on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I wear stretchy pants every year! But everything about Christmas is awesome: the music, decorating the tree, the lights on all the houses, etc.

 

Author Biography:

Romance writer. Weaver. Crocheter. Gardener. Crafter. Retired singer. Sci-fi lover. Debuting in 2011, Carla Krae lives in California with two crazy cats and a tech guy. To stay up-to-date with news, sign up for the newsletter: http://eepurl.com/FHncP

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Kwanzaa Angel by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:                Kwanzaa Angel

 

Author:           Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre: Romance

 

Book Blurb: 

Erin Scott withstood the humiliation of being abandoned at a high school prom by the man of her dreams. Channelling her personal feelings into work, Erin opened a department store which now flourishes and is about to expand. Just as her family gathers for the Kwanzaa celebration, her nemesis returns to town, opening old wounds and throwing her life in to passionate chaos.

Raimi Price regretted his decision almost as soon as he made it, but he couldn’t undo it. Now sixteen years later he’s back, hoping to stay, but reconciling with Erin Scott is a major priority. When he discovers they are both bidding on the same piece of property, his romantic plans stall. Then history threatens to repeat itself complicating matters more.

Can these two bridge the gap and find a lasting love?

 

Excerpt:

“Can you help me?” Erin Scott felt the tug on her skirt and heard the little voice at the same time. She turned away from the stack of sweaters she’d folded and refolded at least seven times that day. The store was crowded with people taking advantage of the after-Christmas sales. Behind Erin stood a little girl about seven years old with long dark braids.

 

“My uncle said it was all right to ask a stranger for help as long as I went to the stranger and they did not come to me,” her young voice explained. “He also said a lady would be better than a man.”

 

Erin smiled as she stooped to the child’s level. “Your uncle must be a very good parent,” she told her.

 

“Oh, he’s not a parent. He has only me. I’m his favorite niece.” She said it with all the adultness a seven-year-old could muster. Erin stifled a laugh.

 

“Are you lost?”

 

“No, ma’am.” She shook her head from side to side.  The long braids, clipped with red barrettes, slapped at her face. She had bangs that flowed dark and engaging to her eyebrows and eyelashes that Erin wished were her own. “I know where I am.”

 

“Then how can I help you?”

 

“It’s my uncle. He’s lost.” She checked over her shoul­der. “He was buying a gift and I looked around. Then he was gone.”

 

Erin glanced about the store. Everyone was buying something. It was the second largest shopping day of the year, equal only to Black Friday. The store was so crowded Erin had left her office to join the sales staff.

 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll find him. Now what’s your name?”

 

“Alicia Marie Allen.”

 

She spoke distinctly, like she’d learned her name in nursery school.

 

“Okay, Alicia Marie Allen, my name is Erin.” She pointed to the small white name tag pinned to the lapel of her red suit.

 

“May I call you Erin?”

 

Erin nodded.

 

“My uncle makes me call big people Ms. or Mrs.”

 

Erin smiled broadly. She wanted to hug the child. “Well maybe in my case, he’ll make an exception. Now what’s your uncle’s name?”

 

“Uncle Raimi.”

 

Erin stiffened. She lost her balance, putting her hand on the floor to keep from falling. It couldn’t be him, she told herself.

 

“Uncle Raimi Price?” Erin asked, grasping at a straw, knowing she was wrong even before the child’s head bobbed up and down.

 

“Uncle Raimi Price,” the child confirmed with the same aplomb with which she’d given her own name.

 

Erin caught her gasp before it escaped. Raimi Price was in her store. What was he doing here? When had he returned to Cranbury, New Jersey, and why did no one mention he was in town?

 

The rumor mill here was as lively as it was in any small community. Cranbury was only a few miles square. She could walk it end to end in under an hour. Yet the grape­vine had failed to get word to her that the man who’d dumped her at the senior prom was back and likely to cross paths with her at any moment.

 

The small hamlet in the center of the state was quiet and reserved with only a meager area they could call down­town. On any summer evening you could find people walk­ing down the streets. At this time of year, they admired the holiday decorations and store scenes. Erin’s store sat in the center of town, near the lake. When she’d bought the old warehouse building, people called her idea crazy, but today those same people shopped there regularly and spoke to her with a smile and a nod. Any one of them could have told her Raimi was back. Yet none of them had. Had they forgotten what happened to her? It was years ago. She was thirty-two now, no longer a sophomore, and no longer in love with Raimi Price. But the pain of his humiliation would live with her forever.

 

What would Raimi’s presence change? Would they remember what he’d done to her? Of course they would, she told herself. It was a hazard of living in a small town. Everyone knew everyone else and memories were long.

 

“Do you think we could look for him?” The little voice brought her back to her position on the floor.

 

“I’ll—I’ll get someone to find him,” Erin stammered.

 

“There he is.” Alicia’s voice rose with excitement, and she scampered off toward him. Erin wanted to turn away, but she was crouched on the floor. She stood up slowly, fear making her heart beat faster, waiting for that moment when he’d make eye contact with her, the moment he recognized who she was.

 

In one hand Raimi had a shopping bag with the store’s logo on its side. With the grace of a large cat, he knelt to the floor and received the running child. Erin watched him hug her, then push her away, saying something repri­manding before pulling her against his chest and hugging her again. Finally, he stood, taking the child with him, holding her with only one arm. The other he used to pick up the shopping bag.

 

Erin hadn’t seen Raimi Price since his last day of high school, sixteen years ago. He’d humiliated her so badly at the senior prom that she never wanted to see him again. Yet here he stood, looking directly at her.

 

He hadn’t changed much in sixteen years. As a seventeen-year-old, he was the best-looking guy in school: tall, athletic, tight buns. At thirty-four any boyishness he had had long since vanished. The man approaching her was blindingly sexy. His skin was dark and rich like smooth silk. His hair was thick, closely cut, and he wore a small mustache. He still had that outdoor athletic look. Erin remembered thinking he reminded her of a Montana cow­boy—rugged, strong, capable-of-anything—and how she’d wanted those strong, capable arms banded about her body.

 

 

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For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:       

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: A Kings’ Christmas by @JeanJoachim #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:  A Kings’ Christmas

 

Author:   Jean C. Joachim

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Stress over making the playoffs at holiday time can’t compete with the tensions in the homes of the star players on the Connecticut Kings. From Trunk Mahoney’s shattered dream of a Currier & Ives Christmas to the secret Lauren is keeping from Griff, surprises abound in this last tale of the team.

 

As the men and their women celebrate the holidays, bad news seems to rival good as accidents, breakups, and unexpected reunions strain love to the breaking point. Who will get their Christmas wish and who will not? If you’ve loved the men of the First & Ten series, then you won’t want to miss this nail-biter, the final chapter that will have you in tears and laughing with the wonderful men of the Connecticut Kings.

 

Excerpt:

Locker room, Kings’ Stadium, 1 p.m.

 

Tuffer Demson fingered the diamond ring in his pocket. His nerves were on edge. The Connecticut Kings were playing the Columbus Bobcats today. They had to win. Every game counted double now that the playoffs were around the corner. Or at least that’s the way he felt. The pressure was excruciating.

 

The young defenseman planned to propose to his live-in girlfriend, Alexia Sebastian, that night, after the big meal. Lexie was his coach’s daughter. Pete Sebastian, the coach, had taken a dim view of her dating Tuffer, and an even more negative eye to her living with her boyfriend. Ever since she’d moved in with him, Coach Bass had kept an eye on him, pushing him to work harder and do more.

 

He had bounced back and forth between his belief that the coach would be relieved to have Lexie become an “honest” woman versus shacking up, and the nagging suspicion that coach would rather have her marry Attila the Hun than Tuffer Demson. He made good money and was crazy about Lexie. Why shouldn’t they get married?

 

Never a player on the dating field, Tuffer had hoped to find the right one and make her his. He longed to have a marriage like his parents’—warm, close, and caring. They were best friends. Lexie was the sweetest girl he’d ever met, and she treated him with respect. Besides, she was smokin’, and their love life ignited his fire every time.

 

“Got your head in the game, Demson? We need to win,” Coach said, scowling.

 

“Yes, sir. I do, Coach. I do.” But it was a lie. Tuffer worried that Lexie might turn him down. Sure, he made good money, but for how long? He saved every penny he could for the day when football turned its back on him. He knew he wasn’t the brightest bulb. He’d never been a star at school, stealing a spot at a lesser college using his football talents. He’d never have a better chance than on the field to make a pile of money, that was obvious.

 

After his career was over, he had no idea what he’d do to earn a living. The time to snag a great wife was now. He figured he’d better get a commitment from Lexie while he was in his prime, before she realized she could do a whole lot better than him.

 

“What are you standing around for, Demson? Put on your uniform and get out there.” Coach’s brow furrowed. Tuffer figured the older man must be nervous about beating the Columbus team, The Bobcats, had been giving them trouble this season, as usual.

 

He removed his hand from his pocket and opened his locker. Time to get his head in the game before Coach Bass chewed it off.

 

“You look like you’re gonna hurl,” Trunk Mahoney, the most seasoned defenseman, said.

 

Tuffer yanked on his jersey. “Feel like it too.”

 

“What the hell?” Trunk straightened his shoulder pads and faced his teammate.

 

“Nothing.”

 

Trunk grabbed the younger man’s arm. “It’s not nothing.”

 

“I’m proposing tonight. To Lexie.”

 

“No, to Minnie Mouse. Of course, to Lexie. That’s great, kid!” Trunk grinned and slapped him on the shoulder.

 

“I don’t know. She might say ‘no’.”

 

“Aw, come on. Never. She’s livin’ with you, right? You’re makin’ it happen for her, right?”

 

“Trunk. That’s private.”

 

“Nothing’s private in here, buddy. What more could she want?”

 

“Someone with a better brain?”

 

“Bullshit. She’s lucky to get you. Come on. We’ve got a game to win.”

 

The coach interrupted their conversation. “Guys! Listen up! Get your butts out on the field! Let’s wipe out the Bobcats, so we can go home and eat! Cream ’em. No overtime! It’s Thanksgiving!”

 

The men cheered and followed Coach Bass. Trunk walked with Tuffer.

 

“They’ve got a new wide receiver. Some tool named Thompson. Number twenty-five, I think. Grind the fucker into the ground,” Trunk said.

 

“Got it. Twenty-Five.”

 

A cold wind whipped down the field, icing Tuffer’s face, but not his body. Lexie had picked up heavy-duty, thermal long johns for him. He had ’em on. Another reason to marry the girl—she put his welfare first and took good care of him. Maybe not quite as good as his mom did, but then, no one can do it better than a guy’s mother.

 

As he stood for the national anthem, his mind wandered. He wondered what she’d be doing now. He figured she’d be watching the game on television from the warm, spacious kitchen at Coach’s house, while she helped prepare the big meal.

 

He glanced up at the stands. His mother waved. She and his father had a blanket under their butts and one over their legs. His mom had insisted they both wear down parkas. He hoped they’d be comfortable. He’d been too embarrassed to ask if they had on long underwear.

 

Trunk nudged him. “Come on. Get your head in the game.”

 

“Sorry.” He loped along behind Mahoney to set for the kick-off. Griff Montgomery, the quarterback, had lost the toss, and so they were receiving. Due to injuries to some of the receiving team regulars, Tuffer and Trunk had been recruited by Coach Bass to be on the special team for the kick-off. The whistle blew, and he focused on the ball and protecting his teammates.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

Baking Christmas cookies with my 25-year-old son. My favorites are molasses cookies, his are chocolate pixies.

 

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Author Biography:

Jean Joachim is an award-winning, international best-selling romance author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list in the U.S. and abroad since 2012. She writes mostly contemporary romance, which includes sports romance and romantic suspense.

 

  Dangerous Love Lost & Found won 1st place in the suspense category in the 2015 Oklahoma Romance Writers of America International Digital Awards contest. The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances Café. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf Coast RWA. To Love or Not to Love tied for second place in the 2014 New England Chapter of Romance Writers of America Reader’s Choice contest. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York City chapter of RWA.

 

Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of tea, her rescued pug, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black licorice.

 

Jean has 35 books, novellas and short stories published. Find them here: http://www.jeanjoachimbooks.com. Sign up for her newsletter, on her website, or using the link below, and be eligible for her private paperback sales.  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-JoachimAuthor/221092234568929?sk=app_100265896690345

 

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The Fountain of Youth by Steve Shear and @WildRosePress Moved Me! #romance #books #dementia


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Title: The Fountain of Youth

Author: Steve Shear

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Alzheimer’s, Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

“Two generations of dementia are enough!” Robert Glickman declares in his quest to die with dignity and the likelihood he will be next. To that end, he uses his grandson’s sixth grade quiz book, a locked away metal box, and a secret weapon that eventually comes back to haunt him.

 

In the meantime, he is embroiled in the lives of other residents: his neurotic sister, Essie who plots to steal his secret weapon for herself; beautiful Christina Abernathy, a retired psychotherapist he instantly falls in love with; Hester, a young server at the Fountain who suffers from progressive mutism; Boyle, a man of mystery with a questionable past for good or evil (Glickman isn’t sure which); and Boyle’s grandson, Santini, a troubled young man caught between the dope dealers he runs with and the FBI wanting to use him.

 

Will Glickman and Essie beat dementia? Can he win over Christina? And what about Hester, Boyle, and Boyle’s grandson?

 

My Review:

Robert Glickman is tired of seeing his friends and family struck down by dementia, cancer, Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. He refuses to go quietly and armed with his grandson’s sixth grade quiz book, he goes on the offensive. Being a resident of the Fountain is a roller coaster ride full of adventures and mishaps. There’s Essie, Glickman’s sister, who reminds me a bit of my Great Aunt Ella. There’s the beautiful psychotherapist who’s captured Glickman’s heart yet refuses his advances. Then there’s Santini, Boyle’s grandson, who’s in deep trouble due to drugs. At the enter of it all is an intelligent retired doctor (Glickman) who’s fighting for his sanity and memories.

 

This was such a moving, emotional read for me. Shear portrays accurately the plight of the elderly and those suffering from dementia. I’ve seen first-hand how a person can just slip away, not remembering memories or who someone is. It’s a scary place and like Glickman, I refuse to let this hereditary disease take me down. Shear, instead of painting a depressing story of doom, he splashes humor throughout, especially in the dialogue. The message here is clear: life is what you make it and a patient dealing with the onslaught of dementia, Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s has the right to end his/her own life. I don’t personally agree with assisted death by medical doctors but I understand and respect those who wish to die with dignity.

 

A must-read novel that makes you think and stays with you long after you finish reading it.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: “There’s nothing like a good fight for what one believes in to bring people together.”

 

My Rating: 4.5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

The Trials of Adrian Wheeler was my first published novel (L&L Dreamspell, 2011). It was awarded runner-up in the San Francisco Book Festival 2015.

Filmed Imagination of Los Angeles and Daniel Dreifuss (producer of the Academy Award nominated film NO) took a film option on The Trials of Adrian Wheeler. FI hired Erik Wolter, an established screenwriter, to write the screenplay and FI is now looking for partners to produce the movie. Erik and I have collaborated on a sequel to the screenplay, Justice for All.

My wife, Susan, and I also collaborated on The State vs. Max Cooper and The Steele Deal (published by ArtAge Publications), courtroom plays in which the audience serves as the jury. Both are being produced around the country. I have found one review of Max Cooper based on its performance at the James Downing Theatre in Chicago (http://www.chicagonow.com/count-gregulas-crypt/2013/05/theater-review-youre-the-jury-the-state-vs-max-cooper-the-james-downing-theatre/).

In addition to the Fountain of Youth, I have three novels that have recently been completed: The First Coming, An Eye for an Eye, and The Click. I am presently collaborating with Erik Wolter on a screenplay based on The Click.

I have been writing poetry for over fifteen years and am also a portrait and figure artist and sculptor, having been represented by a number of galleries in Denver and Boulder, Colorado. I am presently represented on line by Vango Art.

 

Social Media Links:

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Twitter @Steveshearbooks

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: A Christmas Accident by @Melissa_Keir #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: A Christmas Accident

 

Author: Melissa Keir

 

Genre: Contemporary, Small-Town Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Expecting her first child, Sherri Wilder Davison wants nothing more than to spend time with her father over the holidays, but fate has a way of changing her best-laid plans.

 

Adam Davison is willing to do anything to make his pregnant wife happy. He will face hell to have her home for the holidays.

 

For Sherri and Adam, the holidays are a time of celebration and love, but this Christmas will be unlike any they have ever faced.

 

When a horrible blizzard causes an automobile accident that puts the lives of those Sherri loves on the line, can a Christmas miracle save them?

 

Excerpt:

The arctic blast of freezing snow turned Route 2 into a sheet of ice, making travel almost impossible. The drive from Michigan shouldn’t have taken more than three or four hours, but the harsh winter weather increased our time. We’d passed through Sandusky and were almost to Amherst, however, the conditions were continuing to worsen. Peanut was quiet in my tummy as if he too, sensed our terror at the horrible circumstances.

 

Looking over at Adam, I could see the strain etched on his face. His normally bright eyes were focused intently on the road, never wavering. His hands clenched the steering wheel tightly. Not wanting to add to his stress, I didn’t speak. The silence in the car was deafening. The only sound came from the windshield wipers swishing against the blizzard conditions.

 

I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. My fear climbed as my heart raced with each pass of the wipers across the window. The smell of stale coffee made my stomach clench.

 

“Adam, maybe we should stop. You know, wait the storm out. I don’t want to put our lives on the line to get to my dad’s.”

 

“We’re almost there. Just a little farther.”

 

Suddenly, out of the blizzard, two red lights appeared in front of us. A stopped car stood on the freeway in front of us. The taillights’ bright glare mocked the whiteness of the snowstorm. Adam slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting the car, only to have our SUV fishtail before sliding toward the median guardrail. Even in four-wheel drive, the car wasn’t a match for the icy conditions.

 

Adam screamed, “Oh God! Hold on!”

 

Dread filled my chest, as I gripped the armrests and braced my feet flat against the floor. Please let us be okay. Prayers filled my mind as snow whipped past the windshield. The screeching became the last sound I heard as the car’s body skidded against the metal guardrail before flipping, rolling over and over.

 

 

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On Christmas Eve, we always went to my father’s side of the family for dinner and presents. It was a special time where we would sing and dance, play games and put on musical shows. My grandparents would cook sauerkraut soup and bake cookies. We’d have special punch and spend time with our cousins. Driving home, we’d “oooh” and “ahh” over the lights on the homes and share our wishes of Christmas Day gifts.

 

Today, my dad still makes sauerkraut soup for my sisters who get together with him each Christmas Eve. Since we live too far to join them, we’ve started a new tradition of going out for Chinese with my husband’s family. Spending time with family is the most special gift of the holiday season.

 

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Author Biography:

Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a book reviewer, owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.

 

She’d love to hear from you! www.melissakeir.com

 

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Magic Shoppe by @shailstock #ROMANTICFANTASY #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:           The Magic Shoppe

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romantic Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:  

Georgiana Castleton is gifted. But she knows all gifts come with a price. And hers is a short life. This will be her last Christmas and she’s resolved to her fate–until two mysterious men enter her life and revive her hope. But she has to get something for each of them. And it will take a miracle to do that. And even with her gift she has no guarantee that she will succeed.

Angus Fielding’s moves are those of a magician. Appearing virtually out of thin air, he saves Georgiana from the jaws of death. With inhuman forces stalking her, Georgiana knows his help also comes at a price. She doesn’t know what Angus wants…but her life depends on her giving it to him.

 

Excerpt:

Lancelot’s sword flew off the wall. In an instant it turned, pointed toward Mr. Moorehead, its velocity squealing as it cut through the air and headed straight for him. He stopped it an inch from the center of his eyebrows. It hung there, without physical support, as dangerous as a speeding bullet, until he sent it spinning back. End over end it swept through the room. No one since Lancelot had wielded it. No one but himself.

 

The sword was Mr. Moorehead’s favorite. It wasn’t a toy and held no magic of its own. He’d chosen it as an antique, used it when he was alone and when he was nervous.

 

As he was now.

 

He hated waiting. And he’d been waiting over an hour.

 

The unmanned sword flipped skyward, fought invisible enemies, skillfully avoiding the light chords hanging from the ceiling. The activity kept his mind active and away from thoughts of his tardy guest. The hair on the magic dolls blew in the sword’s wind. A myriad of toys clinked, vibrating against each other on the display tables. The cacophony of sound made a discordant music that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

 

Sending the sword back to its place high on the wall, Mr. Moorehead checked his pocket watch. An hour and a quarter had past since the appointed time. He scratched his head and rubbed his short beard. Would the man not come? This was not the way to begin a job that relied on precise elements, deadlines and stealth.

 

Picking up a large crystal ball, he polished the glass in the soft glow of a single lamp, setting set his mind purposely away from the expected man. He surveyed the many toys filling every conceivable space in the magic shop. The kids loved coming here and playing with them. In his shop nothing every broke and he never shooed a child away.

 

The business was below stairs, on the basement level of a New York brownstone. He’d lived on the upper three floors longer than he could remember, much longer than any of the families living at street level today. He would hate to leave it, but time passed and his was nearing the end. If his guest refused his invitation or refused his mission, this would be his last Christmas.

 

Looking up, he raised his hand. The sword wielded about the room. Anger had it flying dangerously close to the toys, but he was a skilled artist. Suddenly the bell over the door tinkled. Mr. Moorehead swung around. The sword flew straight toward the intruder. Mr. Moorehead’s breath stopped. At that instant so did the sword. It stood in the air, vibrating back and forth, its tip only an eyelash away from the newcomer’s brow. The light was dim in the closed shop. He only saw an outline, not any details of the person standing by the door. Yet he’d heard the astonished cry when the sword nearly pierced the man’s forehead. Slowly Mr. Moorehead backed it away and let it clatter to the floor.

 

Relieved that his guest had finally arrived, Mr. Moorehead walked toward the man. The anticipation on his face fell when he saw the slip of a girl standing just inside the entrance. He did not recognize her. He knew everyone in the neighborhood, and they knew his magic shop closed at five. It was now past seven.

 

“May I help you?” he asked. “Are you here seeking a gift for a friend or relative?”

 

She looked at the sword on the floor, but said nothing about it. Neither did she move to retrieve it or step away from any danger it might still entertain.

 

“I am not,” she said, her voice stronger than she looked. “I am Georgiana Winifred Castleton.”  Her thin shoulders lifted a bit. “I believe you are expecting me.”

 

He looked confused. The name meant nothing to him, but she spoke it as if it should. There was even the tone of nobility underlying the lithe of her speech. Although nobility had not crossed the Atlantic with the new Americans, Mr. Moorehead had witnessed the break between the colonies and their mother country.

 

“May I help you?”  He leaned forward, not quite bowing.

 

She pulled a battered looking envelope from her sleeve. He immediately recognized it.

 

“Georgiana Winifred Castleton?” he frowned.

 

“George Castle,” she said. He immediately understood that this was not the first time she had used the bastardization of her given name as subterfuge. He checked himself, stifling a smile. It was one thing that sided in her favor. She had brash and that could come in handy if she were not a girl.

 

Mr. Moorehead tried to speak, but only made an incomprehensible noise. He bent forward and picked up the sword. “You are a girl.” He finally got the words out.

 

She jumped back, her hands going to her breasts as if he had scared her. “I did not know that. Thank you so much for pointing it out.”

 

She was only a hair over five feet, with long wisps of blonde hair that needed curling and huge brown eyes. It was impossible not to look into them.

 

“I was not expecting a female or a child.”

 

“Not a problem,” she said. “I can fix that.”  In a wink, she spun fully around, her tattered clothes clinging to her slight frame. As she came back to face him, the girl was gone. Standing before him was a young man. His length of hair was a might too long. He had no whiskers, but a sort of peach fuzz on her chin indicating his young age. His gaze, however, was direct and penetrating. Gone was any appearance of weakness.

 

“You are late,” he said, closeting his astonishment in the censured tone of his voice.

 

Spreading her hands, she offered him a smile. Deep dimples creased her cheeks and changed her face from childlike to something different…something more.

 

“And you are playing with toys.”

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:   

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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Just Friends by @AuthorStacyGold is Hot Enough to Melt Ice #romance #bookreview #FridayReads


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Title: Just Friends

Author: Stacy Gold

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Novella

 

Book Blurb:

Taya Monroe is trying to pick up the pieces of her failed writing career and broken life after walking out on her cheating fiancé. The last thing she needs is a serious relationship. The last thing she wants is a fling. Then she runs into an old friend and ski partner—the one man she always wanted who never wanted her.

 

Ski Patroller Jordan Wiley is a single dad with zero time or energy for dating. When he reconnects with Taya, his attraction to her is even stronger than before she left him behind for a career in the city. But with a young son to think about, he’s determined to ignore his feelings. Again.

 

After a magical day on the slopes, a snow storm traps them in an avalanche of chemistry neither can deny. Will their friendship survive the weight of their passion or will they surface as more than friends?

 

My Review:

Taya is going through a rough patch and is staying with her sister’s family. They’re enjoying some fun on the slopes when her brother-in-law gets hurt. The last person she expected to run into is her old friend and high school crush, Jordan. Looking hot enough to melt the snow beneath his feet, Taya’s desire for him resurfaces. He invites her to come skiing tomorrow and she reluctantly accepts. It’s not like he’s interested in her, right?

 

Jordan can’t believe his good luck when he runs into Taya again. All his feelings rush back ten-fold but he’s a single dad now and he has responsibilities. The more time he spends with her, the stronger his passion engulfs him. When she gets stranded due to a snow storm and he offers his tiny little camper as shelter, he can’t resist her charms any longer. Will their friendship go up in flames or will they stay just friends?

 

I loved this ski romantic short story. It’s about second chances, unrequited love and doing what you love to do. Told in dual POV, you get both sides of the attraction, which I adored! Taya and Jordan have electrifying chemistry, so much so that my fingers were singed. I read it in one sitting and was sad when it ended. I want more!

 

If you’re looking for a romantic quickie, pick up this book. Highly recommend!

 

Favorite Character/Quote:

“I’d forgotten what it felt like to have fun. And to be around a man who looked at me like I was beautiful and strong, and smart enough to do anything.”

 

My Rating:  5+ stars

 

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Author Biography:

Compulsive tea drinker.  Outdoor sports junkie. Lover of good (and bad) puns.

 

Stacy Gold gave up her day job as Communications Director of a non-profit mountain biking organization to write sassy, steamy, contemporary romance novels. Her stories are packed with strong, independent women finding love and adventure in the great outdoors. When Stacy’s not busy reading or writing, you can find her dancing, laughing, or playing hard in the mountains with her wonderful hubby and happy dog.

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: One Christmas Night by @shailstock #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title:                One Christmas Night

 

Author:           Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre: Romance

 

Book Blurb:               

Elizabeth Gregory’s world fell apart one Christmas, and she never wants to see the man who caused it–her ex-fiance, James Hill. He might be boy-wonder to the investment world, but to her he’s the man involved in her sister’s death. Yet as the holiday season happily paints the streets in the nation’s Capitol red and green, Elizabeth is standing on his doorstep. For her it’s the worse time of the year. But James makes her a wager – one she can’t refuse.

James found and lost of the love of his life, but providence brings back to him during the holiday season. This time he’ll never let her go–even if he has to convince her he’s what she wants. Can they find magic on this one Christmas night?

 

Excerpt:

Elizabeth had vowed never to see James Hill again.  Yet tonight, twelve days from Christmas, when her emotions were as raw as the wind whipping at her skirt, she found herself standing on his porch.  Tiny white lights outlined the entire structure and she could see the tree, with its lights blinking, through the huge picture window.  The scene couldn’t have been better set up if Hallmark had photographed it for one of their Christmas cards.  “How could I have been so stupid!”  Of all the addresses to mix up, how could she have pulled his out instead of the one behind it?  Why hadn’t she thrown it out three years ago when she’d walked out of his life?

 

Elizabeth Gregory’s finger punched the doorbell as if she wanted to push the Georgian colonial over with her index finger.  Inside she heard the musical notes of St. Michael’s permeate the chilling air.  He hadn’t changed that either, she thought.  How often had she listened to that sound with a wide smile on her face?  She shuddered pulling her red velvet cape closer around her, knowing the coldness gripping her had more to do with anticipation than temperature.

 

“He’s not here,” she muttered, pushing the bell a second time.  She should be relieved that he wasn’t home, but she had to get that package back and deliver it to the right address.  “Come on, James,” she ordered.  “You’ve got to be here.”

 

It was the Christmas season.  The sudden memory of a previous Christmas burst in her brain.  Where had they been?  Curled up in front of the fire at his cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, only the two of them and a fake fur rug.  Snow piled up to the windows outside, yet neither of them noticed or cared.  Elizabeth shook herself.  She forced the image of their naked bodies out of her mind.  The firelight was too hypnotizing not to remember James highlighted against the red-gold glow of leaping flames.

 

In three years she expected her anger would have cooled, but she found the prospect of facing him as frightening as reaching for an exposed wire.  Pressing her fingers against her temples, she closed her eyes and forced herself to relax.  She didn’t need a headache tonight.

 

Ringing the bell a third time, she knew her luck had run out.  James wasn’t home.  Even Mrs. Andrews, his part-time housekeeper, would be with her own family by this time.  She looked around the porch for the package.  It wasn’t there.  Maybe the delivery hadn’t been made.  Silently she prayed for a tiny bit of luck.  If James hadn’t been home, the box could have been returned to the shop.  Silently she prayed for the alternative to be true.  It was worth a try.

 

Elizabeth turned to leave. Everything had gone well with her temporary assistant until today when she had pulled James Hill’s address instead of Jason Hillery and handed it to Joanne.  The young college co-ed was distressed over the mix-up, but didn’t know the city well enough to find James’s house.  Few people could negotiate Rock Creek Park during daylight hours.  After dark, the poor girl would never have found the house nestled among giant rhododendrons on Redwood Terrace.  And the very important delivery would have no chance of reaching the correct address in time.  Chantel Hartman-Lawrence had been adamant about it arriving on time.  Elizabeth had assured her Invitation to Love had built a reputation on correct and prompt delivery.  Now she was going to have to eat those words.

 

“Elizabeth!”

 

James Hill, his voice literally took her breath away.  Elizabeth closed her eyes again as she gathered strength and pushed the pounding in her crown away.  Squaring her shoulders she turned to face her former fiancé.  He hadn’t changed much, from what she could see of him silhouetted against the back light of the doorway.  At thirty-seven, his hair had not a hint of grey.  His face was strong, his skin tight across his features.  He had a square jaw giving him a ruthless look until he smiled.  Then any hint of severity disappeared.  He was smiling now.  Elizabeth’s heart pounded in her ears.  She stifled the urge to press her hands against her head.  Her breath congealing in the crisp December air, looked like a jerky staccato.  She hoped James didn’t notice it.  He filled the doorway, dressed in tennis shoes and a sweat suit.  Even the bagginess of the outfit couldn’t hide his powerfully built physique.  She knew he exercised regularly.  It appeared that even tonight, while most people were still frantically shopping in the area malls, he’d gone to the gym.  James had always been calm and exacting.  He’d probably finished his shopping, wrapped everything and stored them under the tree.

 

“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said, raising one eyebrow.  “I just got in.”

 

“It’s nice to see you too,” she said, her sarcasm undisguised as she swept passed him without an invitation.  The house too, looked the same.  A roaring fire in the huge fireplace that dominated the high ceilinged room made it warm and comfortable.  Pine boughs scented the air.  Entwined with the same white lights as decorated the outside, they arched from the mantle, the doorways and up the imposing stairwell, whose newel post was as large as her waist was around.  Silent Night played softly from the sound system in the back room.  Wires traveled through the walls to reach the speakers in the corners and bring music to each room.  The house was beautiful, the kind Elizabeth often saw displayed in the holiday issue of  Architectural Digest.  The tree, its lights flashing in the window, was perfect, so much so, it brought tears to her eyes.  Quickly she blinked them away.  She loved this old house.  It had been built before the turn of the century and she’d imagined herself living here after she and James were married.

 

Unfortunately, they hadn’t made the trip down the aisle.

 

 

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For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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Felicity at the Cross Hotel by @HelenaFairfax is a Delightful Feel-Good #Romance! #books


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Title: Felicity at the Cross Hotel

Author: Helena Fairfax

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

A quaint hotel in a romantic landscape. The Lake District is the perfect getaway. Or is it?

 

Felicity Everdene needs a break from the family business. Driving through the Lake District to the Cross Hotel, past the shining lake and the mountains, everything seems perfect. But Felicity soon discovers all is not well at the Cross Hotel …

 

Patrick Cross left the village of Emmside years ago never intending to return, but his father has left him the family’s hotel in his will, and now he’s forced to come back. With a missing barmaid, a grumpy chef, and the hotel losing money, the arrival of Felicity Everdene from the notorious Everdene family only adds to Patrick’s troubles.

 

With so much to overcome, can Felicity and Patrick bring happiness to the Cross Hotel … and find happiness for themselves?

 

Excerpt:

‘Oh, for goodness’ sake. I’m perfectly capable of ordering a taxi.’

 

‘It’s no problem.’ He reached into his pocket for his car key.

 

Fliss would have loved nothing better than to dig in her heels and insist on taking a cab, but unfortunately Patrick’s mother had been hanging on to every word of the conversation.

 

‘Patrick’s right, Fliss, darling. You don’t want to be waiting here for a taxi. There’s only Doug who drives one in the village, and he could be ages at this time of night. Let Patrick take you.’

 

Fliss tried to think of a way of refusing that wouldn’t appear childish and stubborn, and failed. She forced out a stiff, ‘Thank you.’

 

Patrick nodded equally stiffly. There was nothing for Fliss to do except bid Jilly a civil good evening and make her way out in as dignified a fashion as possible. But as she pushed open the hotel door, and the fresh night air enveloped her, her chagrin dissipated. The sight outside swept everything else from her mind, and she gave a gasp of wonder. The night sky was clear above the trees, and to the west, where the fellside dipped down to the valley, the heavens fell away in a sheet of black, sprinkled with a thousand stars, so close, she could be walking through them.

 

‘Will you take a look at that?’ She stepped forwards over the gravel and made her way to the terrace, where the stars swung down. The sky was deepest black, and the Milky Way floated high, high above them, in a swirl of fabulous glory. Fliss rested her hands on the railing, her head tilted up to the sky.

 

The starlight cast a white glow over Patrick’s features, deepening the lines on his face. His mouth was a straight line, and his eyes glittered. Fliss turned her head to look at him. His gaze was fixed on the firmament. Then his eyes met hers.

 

‘It’s even more spectacular in the Caribbean,’ he said. ‘On a calm night, when you come up from a dive, you could be alone in the universe, floating along, with the stars a golden cloak above you.’

 

‘That sounds amazing. I can see how you must miss it.’

 

He hesitated, before saying, ‘I don’t miss it as much as I did.’

 

The breeze in the trees stilled. Fliss heard the sound of Patrick’s breathing. Then an owl broke the silence, bursting out of the wood on the hillside below them with a great sweep of its wings. Fliss gave a startled gasp. Patrick placed his hand on her arm, his breath quickening with hers. At his touch, Fliss’s heart leapt. His eyes were bright on hers, his lips parted. For a wild moment she thought he was about to kiss her. She waited, heart thudding, a thousand emotions clamouring within her. He bent his head to hers, and for a couple of seconds they stood perfectly still, their quick breath intermingling.

 

 

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Helena Fairfax is a British author who was born in Uganda and came to England as a child. She’s grown used to the cold now which is just as well, since these days she lives in an old Victorian mill town in the north of England, right next door to the windswept Yorkshire moors. Helena walks this romantic landscape every day with her rescue dog, finding it the perfect place to dream up her heroes and her happy endings. Subscribers to Helena’s newsletter receive news of free stuff, competitions with prizes, gossip, and links to cool websites she’s been looking at when she should have been writing.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Silver Bells by @JacqBiggar #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY #MGTAB


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Title: Silver Bells

 

Author: Jacquie Biggar

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Will a Christmas wish give a lonely author a family?

 

 

Mystery writer, Joel Carpenter, has no time for romance. He has a deadline to meet, and too many skeletons in his closet to trust the slightly spinny artist renting his house.

 

Christy Taylor has her hands full dealing with an ailing business and a diabetic daughter, she doesn’t need the temptation that is her landlord, Joel Carpenter.

 

Can a Christmas wish bring two stubborn souls together and give a little girl the gift she wants most?

 

 

Excerpt:

The room was cluttered, filled with varying sizes of glass display cases. Some showcased pottery and native craftsmanship, while others exhibited porcelain dolls and west coast animals made from jade. The walls held framed prints, some in watercolor, others hand-drawn in pencil and crayon. Each an exquisite work of art. An all too familiar view of the breakwater had him swinging around in disbelief.

 

“You,” he growled.

 

The woman stood with her arms crossed defensively, but the raised chin and flashing green eyes told him she’d already made the connection.

 

“What do you want?” she demanded. “How did you find me?”

 

“So you were telling the truth, you’re not a reporter.” He was tempted to smile at the inelegant snort his comment received. She really was a firecracker, this one.

 

“I believe I said that the other night. And speaking of stalking…” She raised her pencil-fine brow.

 

Two new customers entered, setting the bells tinkling again, and her demeanor turned warm and inviting. She glanced at him, hesitated, then strode around the counter to help the clients, her back ramrod straight.

 

Joel lingered, somewhat bemused. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been made to wait. More often than not, people were so ingratiating it maddened him. This was… refreshing.

 

Now that he could see her in the daylight she was quite pretty. Not beautiful. Her features were too narrow, her lips too wide. Yet something about her face was striking. Maybe it was those jade green eyes. They reminded him of the ocean in all its tumultuous glory. Or maybe it was the glorious crown of golden-red hair endowed with a life of its own, bouncing and shimmering halfway down her slim back. Her legs were long and athletic looking, encased in those narrow fitted track pants women seemed to favor these days. He’d always thought they looked ridiculous, until now.

 

He cleared his throat and turned away from the temptation of her curvy backside. Maybe he should just come back later when the owner returned. The last thing he needed to be doing right now was to get sidetracked by the prospect of the chase. Because that’s all it was; once he won, his interest always disappeared.

 

“So, you never answered my question.”

 

Her melodic voice floating from just over his shoulder startled him.

 

He swung around, surprised to see they were once again alone in the store. He hadn’t even heard the blasted bells this time. She was shorter than he expected. Her spitfire personality had turned her into an Amazon in his mind.

 

“Where’s your boss?” he asked, his tone somewhat abrupt but he couldn’t help it, she threw him off-balance. “Aren’t you rather young to be left running the store on your own?”

 

Her gaze lit with laughter. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

 

He looked at her, puzzled. “Best what?”

 

She tilted her head to the side as though trying to figure him out. “Forget it. Is there a message I can give my… boss for you?”

 

Joel had the insane urge to reach out and touch her to see if she was real. It was uncanny. She was the spitting image of his heroine. How could this have happened? He’d already written about Rebecca before meeting this woman on the beach the other night so that wasn’t the reason. It made him supremely uncomfortable to look at her and feel like he knew what she was thinking—which of course he couldn’t.

 

“Have we met before?” There had to be some explanation. Maybe she’d traveled to Scotland and he’d seen her there. Or maybe he’d lost his ever-lovin’ mind. They say everyone has a doppelganger, but this… this was weird.

 

She laughed.

 

And no doubt thought him crazy.

 

“You mean other than our less than friendly meeting the other night? No, I don’t think so.”

 

Yeah, he didn’t either.

 

He shook his head, suddenly eager to get home and do some editing. “Tell your boss her landlord was here.”

 

He stepped out the door, but couldn’t leave without gazing at her one more time. The shimmer in the glass when the door slid closed made her face waver, like an out of focus lens on a camera. A chill wormed its way down Joel’s spine. He glanced at the cloudless blue of the December sky and tugged his jacket closed.

 

 

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One of our favorite traditions is to gather up the family (there’s only five of us here J), pile into the car, stop for hot chocolates, and then spend a couple of hours looking at Christmas lights. Some people go all out! It’s a great way to start the holiday period.

 

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JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want, that is until they’re gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: The Power of Love and Murder by @brendawhitesid2 #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: The Power of Love and Murder

 

Author: Brenda Whiteside

 

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

For thirteen years, Penny Sparks has managed to hide from the political powers who murdered her family. When she unwittingly exposes her true identity, not only is she marked for death, but the people closest to her risk meeting the same fate.

 

 

Jake Winters is out of rehab and coming to grips with his demons. When he meets his sister’s roommate, Jake believes Penny might be that someone who can help him find life after rock star status…until her secrets blow up his world.

 

 

With a government agent turned hit man closing in on her, Penny and Jake race to expose the presidential contender behind the murders of her family. Even if they win the race with death, the murder that stands between them could end their hope for a new life.

 

 

Excerpt:

Jake nodded, but all he could concentrate on were Penny’s last words before the officer appeared. When they were alone again, he threw up his hands. “What do you mean, go back to Phoenix? Why the hell would I do that? My sister’s been murdered, and I want to find out why.”

 

She turned her back on him, went to the open door of the bathroom, and lifted her clothes from the hook. Beneath the thin, hospital gown her spine was straight, her movements tight, as if coiled and ready to spring.

 

“Penny, I know how much she meant to you.” How much she meant to both of them. He wanted to hold her, share their loss. “I’m not leaving you.”

 

Untying the gown, she let it drop around her feet, and sidestepped out of the heap. She pulled the dark gray sweater over her head then stepped into black velvet jeans. She wouldn’t make eye contact, wouldn’t speak as she sat on the green plastic chair.

 

This was killing him. He needed to hold her, help her with her pain—his pain. Haltingly, he made his way to her, touched her head, and waited while she zipped her boots. “Penny.” She resisted, but he tipped her chin, forcing her to look up. “Come on, baby. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you.”

 

“You will.”

 

“No—”

 

“When I tell you the truth, you will.”

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

The Christmas season is by far my favorite because we incorporate Winter Solstice. On Winter Solstice, we have a traditional fire ceremony with our son and his family. This is a time to share the memories of the year and what we look forward to in the next. We use the directions of the earth in our discussion. A meal follows and the next morning we exchange gifts. On Christmas, we celebrate with the rest of the family.

 

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Brenda and her husband are gypsies at heart having lived in six states and two countries. Currently, they split their time between the pines of Northern Arizona, the desert of Southern Arizona, and the RV life. Wherever she roams, she spends most of her time writing stories of discovery, suspense, and the tangled relationships of life.

 

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#CHRISTMASINJULY FETE: Dante’s Gift by @Aubreywynne51 #ROMANCE #BOOKS #GIVEAWAY


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Title: Dante’s Gift

 

Author: Aubrey Wynne

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance with Historical Subplot

 

Book Blurb:

Kathleen James has put her practical side away for once and looks forward to the perfect romantic evening: an intimate dinner with the man of her dreams—and an engagement ring. She is not prepared to hear that he wants to bring his grandmother back from Italy to live with him.

 
Dominic Lawrence has planned this marriage proposal for six months. Nothing can go wrong—until his Nonna calls. Now he must interrupt the tenderest night of Katie’s life with the news that another woman will be under their roof.

When Antonia’s sister dies, she finds herself longing to be back in the states. An Italian wartime bride from the ‘40s, she knows how precious love can be. Can her own story of an American soldier and a very special collie once again bring two hearts together at Christmas?

 

Excerpt:

Excerpt from WWII romance –

 

The pilot with wheat-colored hair put his elbows on the counter and leaned toward her. “I could buy thirty loaves of bread at home for that much lettuce.”

 

“But you are not home, soldier. You are here, in Benevento, and a sticky bun is 100 lire.” She meant to be rude but his soft brown gaze made her heart race as if she’d just chased Dante across the field. His smile went to his eyes, adding crinkles to the corners, and made her own lips turn up. “The cost of supplies is very expensive these days, as you know.”

 

“So I’ve heard. Give me five,” he said with a wink. “Maybe I can sweet talk the captain into putting me back into a plane.”

 

“Save your money, Ken. Your ears obviously ain’t got any better in the last ten minutes,” he answered, rubber-necking over the counter. “Get a load of that landing gear.”

 

Dante growled again but this time showed sharp, white teeth. “I don’t think he likes you much, Bob.”

 

“Well I don’t care for him, neither. Give me two of those, and we’ll get out of your hair.”

 

The men paid for the rolls and walked outside. She headed into the kitchen when that quiet, deep voice stopped her. “I’d like to apologize for my friend. He’s not a bad Joe once you get to know him.”

 

“I don’t think I care to,” she said without turning around.

 

“It looks like I may be making regular trips through your town. Do you work here often?” His tone dripped like honey from a ladle and poured over her; she felt her body turn toward him even as her brain told her “no.”

 

“My family owns it. I am here every day.”

 

“So your father is Guido?” He had resumed his place at the counter, balanced on his elbows again, inviting her back without a word.

 

She found herself leaning on the counter from the other side. “How do you know my father?”

 

“The sign says Guido’s Café.”

 

She laughed. “Yes, it does. So you are no private eye, eh?”

 

He whistled then. “You’d make Betty Grable green with envy when you smile. It makes those blue eyes sparkle like a fresh-cut diamond. You should do that more often.”

 

Her eyes lowered, embarrassed at the compliment and the image of the American pinup girl in a bathing suit. “You should go catch up with your friends.”

 

“My name is Ken Lawrence,” he said and held out his hand.

 

“Antonia Capriotti,” she replied and took his hand. A tingle shot down her center and curled her toes. “It is nice to meet you.”

 

“You’re blushing. Mmm, beautiful and modest. That’s a rare find, you know.” He held firmly onto her hand. “And who is this?”

 

She looked down at the silent collie. He hadn’t made a noise when this man reached across the counter and touched her. Odd. “Dante, our protector.”

 

“You need one, with mugs like Bob.” He made a kissing noise in the dog’s direction and slapped the counter. Dante jumped up, feet on the edge and barked. Ken reached over and scratched the dog behind his ears. “Good boy, you look like my old Schotzie.”

 

“You have a dog?”

 

“I did. Old man hit fourteen just before I left. Mom sent me his collar when he passed.”

 

“I’m sorry, they are just like one of the family, si?”

 

“Yes they are,” he agreed, giving Dante one more pat before he tipped his hat. “I hope to see you again soon, Antonia.”

 

She hugged the collie as the Yank left, a swagger to his walk. “What do you know that I don’t, hmm? I trust your instincts better than mine. Perhaps we’ll consider more conversation with this Americano if he returns.”

 

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dantes-Gift-Chicago-Christmas-Book-ebook/dp/B016YWEDSW/

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition:

Decorating the tree the night before Thanksgiving has become a tradition in our house. We play Christmas carols, prep for the big meal and hang our ornaments.

 

Aubrey Wynne

 

Author Biography:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding, and all things Christmas.

Her short stories Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies won the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice in 2013 and 2014. Dante’s Gift, first in A Chicago Christmas series, received the 2016 Golden Quill, Aspen Gold, and Heart of Excellence awards.

Her upcoming series “A Vintage Romance” was inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served in the British Air Force in WWII. Wynne’s medieval fantasy series “Medieval Encounters” begins with Rolf’s Quest, 2016 NTRWA Great Expectations winner.

 

 

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#ChristmasInJuly Fete: The Christmas List by @shailstock #romance #books #giveaway


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Title:           The Christmas List

 

Author:       Shirley Hailstock

 

Genre:        Romance

 

Book Blurb:  

A freak accident changed the course of tennis player Allie Underwood’s life. Two years in recuperation, she’s finally back on her feet, but her plans of opening a tennis academy died with the accident. Then Allie encounters architect Peter Barrett who literally pulls the rug out from under her. Attempting to avoid him proves fruitless as he’s everywhere she turns. When he pulls her into his arms and passion flares between them, Allie’s future and her heart are in jeopardy.

Patting himself on the back after gaining a lucrative contract, Peter Barrett is stunned when a teenage angel appears in his home office and tells him she’s there to save his soul. He has to help another mortal by fulfilling her Christmas wishes. Peter has never had a happy Christmas. And the chosen woman stands in the way of his architectural plans.

Will they learn the value of good will to men and open their hearts to love?

 

Excerpt:

Allie’s hand shook when she looked down at the year old paper.  Her mouth went dry as she stared at the list she’d begun two years ago.  Uncalled for emotions sailed into her like a fast moving train.  Her free hand went to her heart, trying to control the sudden beating that she could feel all the way to her head.

 

The note’s title was clear, but the year had been obliterated by water damage.  She didn’t need to see it.  She knew exactly when she’d written it.  It was during her before period.  Before the accident.  Before her world collided with a drunk driver.  Before life as she knew it and the promising future her friends and family knew was hers, was snatched away in a blinding few seconds that crushed her life, limbs, and career into a space too small for a woman her size.

 

Balling the single sheet into golf-ball size, Allie tossed it toward the trash can – missing it by inches.  She didn’t need to read it.  She knew what it said.  She also knew the list was moot.  Allie wouldn’t get any of her Christmas wishes – not then or now.

 

“Allie, are you ready?” her sister called from the hall.  Allie started taking a deep breath and snapping her attention to the present.  From the sound of Melanie’s voice, Allie could tell she was half-way up the stairs.

 

“Just throwing out some trash,” Allie called.  She glanced toward the trash can as if she could see her past.

 

Melanie pushed the door open and walked in without waiting for Allie to offer her entrance.  She was immaculately dressed in black pants, a creamy soft cable-knit sweater and red knee-length boots.  Not at all like Allie who wore a simple green dress with long sleeves.  It was cinched at the waist by a silver belt whose loop was three dress sizes tighter than it had been a year ago.  Allie wore support stockings and shoes with a one-inch heel.  There was snow outside, but it had been cleared away leaving adequate paths that could keep her feet dry.  Despite spending her entire life in Lighthouse, Maine, Allie did not like boots.

 

“What are you doing?” Melanie asked, looking around.

 

“Cleaning out some papers I don’t need anymore.”  She wanted to say some old memories, but that would spark more conversation than she wanted to go into with her perceptive sister.

 

“Ready?”

 

Allie pushed her arms into her coat.  “I am now.”  She smiled even though she didn’t feel like it.

 

“It’s cold out, but it hasn’t snowed yet.”

 

New snow was predicted.  Allie saw her sister glance at her shoes.  The censure that she should have on the boots Melanie had bought her was there.  She ignored it and started for the door.

 

“I’ll take this down for you,” Melanie said, lifting the nearly full trash can.

 

Allie gritted her teeth.  After two years, she was capable of taking her own trash down the stairs, but Melanie thought she was helping.  And Allie’s limp was almost gone.  If she didn’t overdo or try to walk too fast, no one could tell she even had a limp.

 

Melanie took the trash basket to the kitchen and left it next to a larger one.  The balled up list still lay on the floor of Allie’s bedroom.  Neither of them noticed.

 

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

For Christmas I love Sweet Potato Pie.  As a tradition, at the first snowfall of the season, I bake cinnamon rolls.

 

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Author Biography:   

Shirley Hailstock began her writing life as a lover of reading.  She likes nothing better than to find a quiet corner where she can get lost in a book, explore new worlds and visit places she never expected to see.  As an author, she can not only visit those places, but she can be the heroine of her own stories.  The author of more than thirty novels and novellas, including her electronic editions, Shirley has received numerous awards, including the Borders Bestselling Romance Award and Romantic Times Magazine‘s Career Achievement Award.  Shirley’s books have appeared on Blackboard, Essence Magazine, Amazon.com and Library Journal Best Seller Lists.  She is a past president of Romance Writers of America.

 

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High Hopes by @suelilleyauthor explores #adoption as well as #romance and secrets! #bookreview


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Title: High Hopes

Author: Sue Lilley

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

“It was one stolen night. He was my soulmate and I’d never felt more alive. I couldn’t tell him I got pregnant. It would’ve ruined everything. But now his daughter wants to meet him and I need to make things right.” Another tear escaped down her cheek. “Everybody’s going to hate me.”

Three friends are rocked when a 20-year secret blows their world apart. Steamy, passionate, and unpredictable. If you like sizzling love triangles you won’t want to miss it.

Grace has kept her heart-breaking secret for twenty years – a love child she gave up for adoption. She was a penniless student – how could she raise a baby alone? Then she receives a letter out of the blue. Her long-lost daughter is searching for answers.

Her two best friends are married and don’t know one of them is the girl’s father. If Grace confesses now, the marriage will be destroyed and it will surely be the end of their lifelong friendship. But what choice does Grace have?

Set in the wilds of Poldark-country – the stormy cliffs and windswept beaches of picturesque Cornwall – an engrossing saga filled with suspense, simmering jealousy and heartbreak. Can a future be built on the quicksand of secrets and lies? Surely there can be no second chances when three friends discover they don’t know each other at all.

 

My Review:

Three best friends, since childhood, come to grips with a startling one-night stand and the daughter that has come searching for answers.

 

Grace receives a letter from her daughter, whom she gave up for adoption 19 years ago, wanting to meet her birth parents. In order to do that, Grace must confess her long-buried secret to her two best friends, whom are now married. She decides to do it in person and travels to Penrowan. She meets a sexy twenty something gardener, Danny, who only complicates matters. Grace stalls sharing her secret, trying to find the right time but in essence, she’s scared. What will happen to their friendships when she drops the bomb? Will Grace survive and what about the handsome Danny who’s an older woman’s fantasy? Everyone has High Hopes of a happy ending… most of all, Grace.

 

I loved the premise of this book and wasn’t prepared for how s-l-o-w the plot moved. Grace keeps stalling and the more I read, the more Grace didn’t tell her two best friends the truth. Instead, she shopped, drank wine, went clubbing and panted after the 20 something Danny. The cattiness between Dixie and Grace surprised me. I mean, aren’t they supposed to be best friends? Sam’s obvious jealousy towards Grace’s love interests pointed to a secret love which was far too predictable. I didn’t get much steaminess but a solid women’s fiction story about love, mistakes and making amends.

 

I did enjoy the banter/sexual tension between Grace and Danny. They were cute with the “does he/she like me or doesn’t he/she”. Grace, for being almost 40, has a lot of issues to deal with and I did enjoy her growth as a character. It just took a long time to get there. The ending made it all worthwhile and it was very satisfactory, in my view.

 

If you like your romance with depth, pick up this book today. The themes of birth parents and adoption are prevalent throughout High Hopes.

 

Favorite Character/Quote: It was one stolen night. He was my soulmate and I’d never felt more alive.

 

My Rating:  3.5 stars

 

Buy it now:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/High-Hopes-Sue-Lilley-ebook/dp/B01EIJYJAU

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/High-Hopes-Sue-Lilley-ebook/dp/B01EIJYJAU

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/High-Hopes-Sue-Lilley-ebook/dp/B01EIJYJAU

 

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29960165-high-hopes

 

Author Biography:

Sue Lilley loves getting lost in a page-turning story and can never put a good book down. When she isn’t escaping somewhere else in her imagination, she lives in the north east of England, near the stunning Northumberland coastline and the famous Alnwick Castle, last seen in Downton Abbey and the Harry Potter movies.

Her practical exterior hides the soul of a daydreamer and compulsive people watcher. She’s often found eavesdropping on people’s conversations on the Metro for inspiration. She’s been married to Michael, an artist and fellow creative spirit, for more years than they’re brave enough to count.

Described as an exciting new voice in Women’s Fiction, Sue’s first novel, Another Summer was called “an alluring example of its genre” by BookViral. Her second novel, High Hopes was described by OnlineBookClub.org as “a story that holds immense appeal for readers who like plots containing sizzling love triangles.”

She is hard at work on her third novel. If you don’t want to miss it, sign up here to be notified when it’s released:
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If you have a question or feedback you’d like to share, you can email Sue at: sue@suelilley.com

You can follow Sue on Twitter: @suelilleyauthor

 

Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

#ChristmasInJuly Fete: Champagne For Christmas by @JeanJoachim #romance #books #giveaway


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Title:  Champagne for Christmas

 

Author:   Jean C. Joachim

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Can a summer romance survive the cold of winter?

 

Nina Wells, a widow in her late forties, had buried love with her husband. Until she met the playwright next door. Clint, a school teacher by profession, is sweating through his first play. When he accidentally dumps his mint chip ice cream on Nina’s chest, he meets the one woman who believes he can write.

Nina, an actress, sees Clint’s talent. Using her experience in the theater to guide him, she bonds with him over the play. They collaborate, writing and cooking together. The summer flies by as Nina falls in love and hopes her new man will revive her dormant acting career as well as her love life.

 

But once back in the City, reality bombards them at every turn. There’s no sentiment in the theater, only cold, hard reality. What will Clint do when faced with the option of losing his dream or the woman of his dreams?

 

 

Excerpt:

The sultry, August air hung heavy around Nina, quickly melting the ice cream in her sundae. While gazing up at the clear, night sky to look for the Big Dipper, she dribbled fudge sauce on her new, aqua T-shirt. She pursed her lips. That’s what I get for not paying attention. With a disgusted sigh, she reached for a napkin before realizing she’d forgotten to take one. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath and doubled back to the stand before the stain set.

 

She rushed up to the tiny counter right as a tall, good-looking man holding a double scoop cone turned. They collided. Half of his cold treat fell onto her chest, causing her to gasp at the shock against her skin. She looked up into his light brown eyes as she grabbed the melting ball.

 

He slipped one arm around her waist to keep her from losing her footing. She stood wobbling, mesmerized by him. He was almost a whole foot taller than she was, with thick, straight, brown hair and shoulders a mile wide. Nina shifted the ice cream from hand to hand, not knowing what to do.

 

“I don’t think you can put that back on the cone. Maybe the garbage?” he suggested with a grin.

 

Nina jerked back to reality and stepped toward the trashcan, tossing in what was left of the melting mess. “I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you another one,” she said, reaching for napkins to wipe her shirt and hands.

 

“It was my fault…completely. You don’t have to buy me anything. Besides, I still have one scoop here. I’ll just…,” he began, approaching her with more napkins, and then stopping, his hand in midair, color suffusing his face.

 

Nina had raised a hand to halt his actions. “It’s okay. I’ve got this.” The young woman behind the counter offered him a replacement scoop for free. Nina sat down at the picnic table set up for people to eat outside. After a good look at her shirt, she knew it was ruined.

 

The tall, attractive man joined her. “At least let me pay for a new shirt,” he offered, sitting down next to her on the bench.

 

“It’s okay. I had a spill on it already. That’s why I was coming back and got in your way,” she said, finishing the last of her sundae.

 

“What flavor?” he asked.

 

“Mint chip…is there any other?” She laughed.

 

“Not for me.”

 

Nina’s gaze was drawn to his mouth, then his tongue, as he licked the cold confection off the cone first, then his lips. She ran her own tongue over her bottom lip unconsciously, in tandem with him. Wonder what it would feel like to kiss him? “I’m Nina Wells.” She offered her hand, as soon as she could rip her stare from his mouth.

 

He shook it. “Clint Hayworth.”

 

“You look familiar,” she said, with hooded eyes, admiring his physique.

 

“I’ve seen you, too…in the garden? Next door?” he asked, looking away from his ice cream.

 

“You’re renting the Willis place?”

 

“Thinking about buying it, too.” He stopped eating long enough to shoot her a confident smile, his gaze resting on her face before sweeping over her chest and back again.

 

“It’s a lovely house. The neighborhood’s terrific, too. Lots of space and nice people.”

 

“Then, why did I see a ‘For Sale’ sign in front of your place?”

 

“Oh.” She could feel the heat of her blush. “I’m alone now…and it’s kind of…I’m not…”

 

“Not used to taking care of it by yourself?”

 

She nodded. Why am I still embarrassed about being a widow? It’s not a personal failing.

 

“Have you owned it long?”

 

“Since my son was eight…seventeen years.”

 

“You have a twenty-five-year-old son?” His eyebrows shot up, and he stared at her.

 

She nodded, forming a weak smile and trying to hide her nerves.

 

“You don’t look old enough.”

 

“Looks can be deceiving.” Nina crumpled up her sundae cup and moved to the trashcan to discard it.

 

“Not in my book,” he said, giving her figure a frank once-over as she crossed his path.

 

“Was the boy helping you in the garden your son?” Nina asked, changing the subject to hide her discomfort at his scrutiny.

 

“Yes. Cory.”

 

“Where is he?”

 

“He went back to his mother’s place.”

 

“Oh. I’m sorry.” She put her hand on his forearm.

 

“I’m used to it by now…” He rubbed his fingers over his two-day growth of beard and closed his eyes for a second. “I lied. Not used to it at all. Hate it, in fact.” He took a big, loud bite of the sugar cone, crunching it between his teeth.

 

“My son lives in Seattle. Has for three years. I’m not used to him so far away and probably never will be.”

 

“Can I at least buy you a cup of coffee to make up for the shirt I wrecked?” He finished the last of the cone and turned to face her, holding her gaze as a seductive grin inched across his face.

She swallowed, and her pulse kicked up. “Why don’t you come over, and I’ll make us both some coffee? Some company in my too-quiet house would be welcome.”

 

“Great. Meet you there,” he said.

 

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Author’s Favorite Holiday Food/Tradition: 

Baking Christmas cookies with my 25 year old son. My favorites are molasses cookies, his are chocolate pixies.

 

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Author Biography:

Jean Joachim is an award-winning, international best-selling romance author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list in the U.S. and abroad since 2012. She writes mostly contemporary romance, which includes sports romance and romantic suspense.

 

  Dangerous Love Lost & Found won 1st place in the suspense category in the 2015 Oklahoma Romance Writers of America International Digital Awards contest. The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances Café. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf Coast RWA. To Love or Not to Love tied for second place in the 2014 New England Chapter of Romance Writers of America Reader’s Choice contest. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York City chapter of RWA.

 

Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of tea, her rescued pug, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black licorice.

 

Jean has 35 books, novellas and short stories published. Find them here: http://www.jeanjoachimbooks.com. Sign up for her newsletter, on her website, or using the link below, and be eligible for her private paperback sales.  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jean-JoachimAuthor/221092234568929?sk=app_100265896690345

 

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Twitter – @jeanjoachim

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Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Jean-C.-Joachim/e/B001ITRQKY/

 

Goodreads –  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/334810.Jean_C_Joachim

 

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It’s #NationalKissingDay and We’re Celebrating Swoon-Worthy Kisses in #Books! #FridayReads


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Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. Today is National Kissing Day and in honor of that, I thought it might be fun to share some of my favorite books that have toe-curling, romantic kisses in them. Some of them are sweet, some steamy but all from books I have read. So without further ado, here they are:

A Knight in Shining Armor (The Montgomery/Taggert Family Book 15) by Jude Deveraux

Jude Deveraux’s beloved bestseller has captivated readers the world over; now in a special edition featuring new material, this timeless love story greets a new generation.

Once upon a time…as a fair maiden lay weeping upon a cold tombstone, her heartfelt desire was suddenly made real before her: tall, broad of shoulder, attired in gleaming silver and gold, her knight in shining armor had come to rescue his damsel in distress….

Abandoned by her lover, thoroughly modern Dougless Montgomery finds herself alone and brokenhearted in an old English church. She never dreamed that a love more powerful than time awaited her there…until Nicholas Stafford, Earl of Thornwyck, a sixteenth-century knight, appeared. Drawn to him by a bond so sudden and compelling that it defied reason, Dougless knew that Nicholas was nothing less than a miracle: a man who would not seek to change her, who found her perfect just as she was. But she could not know how strong were the chains that tied them to the past—or the grand adventure that lay before them.

Twilight’s Encore: Wounded Hearts- Book 3 by Jacquie Biggar

One man’s betrayal will seal another’s fate.

Ty Garrett fell in love with Katy Fowler from the moment they’d met. When her father’s betrayal yanks the young couple apart, Ty becomes bitter.

After a decade away, Katy returns to Tidal Falls with plans to get married in her family’s theatre. But she hadn’t expected to run into Ty Garrett, the boy she’d never forgotten.

When a series of sabotages wreak havoc on the theatre and danger threatens Katy’s life, can Ty save her and win back her love, or is it too late for these star-crossed lovers?

Foolish Bride (Forever Brides) by A.S. Fenichel

Sadly ever after . . . unless some dreams really do come true?

Elinor Burkenstock never believed in fairy tales. Sure, she’s always been a fool for love—what woman isn’t? But Elinor knows the difference between fiction and truth. Daydreams and reality. True love and false promises. . . . Until the unthinkable happens, and Elinor’s engagement is suddenly terminated and no one, least of all her fiancé, will tell her why.

Sir Michael Rollins’s war-hero days seem far behind him when, after one last hurrah before his wedding, he gets shot and his injuries leave him in dire shape. He wants nothing more than to marry Elinor, the woman of his wildest dreams. But Elinor’s father forbids it . . . and soon Michael is faced with a desperate choice: Spare Elinor a life with a broken man or risk everything to win her heart—until death do they part?

Soldier On by Sydney Logan

Will his call of duty break both their hearts?

Losing her father in Desert Storm has left Stephanie James with a bitter soul when it comes to the military. As a college senior juggling a full course load, Steph’s only goal is to graduate with honors at the end of the semester. She’s focused, determined, and a firm believer in all work and no play. Then she meets Brandon Walker at a New Year’s Eve costume party. Despite his disguise, Steph finds herself attracted to the camouflaged soldier who curls her toes with a scorching midnight kiss.

Brandon is an engineering major and ROTC student from the hills of Kentucky. Growing up as the son of a major general has given Brandon firsthand knowledge of the struggles military families sometimes face. Now that his father’s memory is fading, Brandon is even more determined to make his dad proud and graduate as an officer in the United States Army. Then he meets Stephanie, and suddenly, his focus is less on his military service and more on the pretty brunette who has stolen his heart. When he becomes aware of Steph’s resentment toward the military, he worries their relationship is doomed.

When faced with the realization that she’s fallen in love with a soldier, can Steph’s wounds from the past be healed with love in her present . . . and in her future?

The Guardian’s Witch (The Stelton Legacy) by Ruth A. Casie

England, 1290

Lord Alex Stelton can’t resist a challenge, especially one with a prize like this: protect a castle on the Scottish border for a year, and it’s his. Desperate for land of his own, he’ll do anything to win the estate—even enter a proxy marriage to Lady Lisbeth Reynolds, the rumored witch who lives there.

Feared and scorned for her second sight, Lisbeth swore she’d never marry, but she is drawn to the handsome, confident Alex. She sees great love with him but fears what he would think of her gift and her visions of a traitor in their midst.

Despite his own vow never to fall in love, Alex can’t get the alluring Lisbeth out of his mind and is driven to protect her when attacks begin on the border. But as her visions of danger intensify, Lisbeth knows it is she who must protect him. Realizing they’ll secure their future only by facing the threat together, she must choose between keeping her magic a secret and losing the man she loves.

The Du Lac Devil: Book 2 of The Du Lac Chronicles by Mary Anne Yarde

The Award Winning series ~ The Du Lac Chronicles, continues:

War is coming to Saxon Briton.

As one kingdom after another falls to the savage might of the High King, Cerdic of Wessex, only one family dares to stand up to him — The Du Lacs.

Budic and Alden Du Lac are barely speaking to each other, and Merton is a mercenary, fighting for the highest bidder. If Wessex hears of the brothers’ discord, then all is lost.

Fate brings Merton du Lac back to the ancestral lands of his forefathers, and he finds his country on the brink of civil war. But there is worse to come, for his father’s old enemy has infiltrated the court of Benwick. Now, more than ever, the Du Lac must come together to save the kingdom and themselves.

Can old rivalries and resentments be overcome in time to stop a war?

The Du Lac Devil is a standalone novel and has a recommended reading age of 16+

Desert Sheikh vs American Princess: Jewels of the Desert Book 2 by Teresa Morgan

When he kidnapped a princess, he didn’t count on her…

Walid Al Kalam’s plan is simple. The American Celebutante Noelle Oldrich will remain in his palace until her father pays his debts. Without the money her hotel magnate father owes him, Walid cannot fulfill his commitment to the pipeline that represents the future of the small middle eastern country of Askar.

But Noelle isn’t the passive, agreeable guest that she should rationally be. Instead, the willful American princess disrupts the peace of his home, and his peace of mind. Whether she is running through his courtyard in skin-tight gear or braiding together a rope to lower herself out a window, the intelligent beauty threatens his very sanity.

Enter the pirate princess…

No way will any sheikh keep Noelle Oldrich captive, even if she does want to rip the stuffy suits off the hot Arabic David Beckham clone.

She might be good for nothing but spending money and wearing clothes, but Noelle will escape the sexy sheikh’s palace, no matter what. She has to—no way will her father pay his debt. The only help she’s going to get is from her childhood imaginary friend, a pirate princess who is ready to make the stupid, sexy sheikh walk the plank.

A fabulous jewel…

Noelle’s one chance to pay her own ransom and escape the sheikh’s control is to find the legendary jewel, the Palm of Askar, lost for decades.

If she finds the diamond, Walid will have to let her go, but his drugging kisses threaten to turn her into a willing captive…

Waltzing with the Earl by Alanna Lucas

Believing he is cursed, Tristram, Lord Trevena, the Earl of Longstone, agrees to do just one favor for a friend, to dance with the man’s sister, but the beautiful and headstrong Isabel Albryght will settle for no less than claiming his lonely heart.

A PROPHECY FORETOLD

Raised by her doting older brother, Isabel Albryght grew up cosseted and protected. She enjoyed her life in the country, her books and her freedom. Then Weston married. Within months Isabel’s best friend married. It seemed it was time for Isabel to marry, too, except, socially awkward and a bit too keen for most of the ton, she proceeded to have the most horrible season on record…until she was approached by Tristram, the Earl of Longstone.

Twice. Two dances. That was all Tristram could offer anyone when considering his family curse, which had taken all he loved in the last ten years, so his promise to the beautiful Miss Albryght’s brother was simply that. The ton would soon see she was a desirable partner, her awkwardness would fade and other young swains would beat feet to her doorstep. But then he held her in his arms, and the delightful Isabel became his beating heart. Headstrong and full of passion, she believed she might waltz them away from Death. She alone could tempt him to try.

Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella by N. N. Light

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

Have a swoon-worthy kiss from a book to recommend? Share in the comments below. Happy Reading!

MRS N, Book Addict

Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Book Round-Up. Today is National Kissing Day and in honor of that, I thought it might be fun to share some of my favorite books that have toe-curling, romantic kisses in them. Some of them are sweet, some steamy but all from books I have read. So without further ado, here they are:

A Knight in Shining Armor (The Montgomery/Taggert Family Book 15) by Jude Deveraux

Jude Deveraux’s beloved bestseller has captivated readers the world over; now in a special edition featuring new material, this timeless love story greets a new generation.

Once upon a time…as a fair maiden lay weeping upon a cold tombstone, her heartfelt desire was suddenly made real before her: tall, broad of shoulder, attired in gleaming silver and gold, her knight in shining armor had come to rescue his damsel in distress….

Abandoned by her lover, thoroughly modern Dougless Montgomery finds herself alone and brokenhearted in an old English church. She never dreamed that a love more powerful than time awaited her there…until Nicholas Stafford, Earl of Thornwyck, a sixteenth-century knight, appeared. Drawn to him by a bond so sudden and compelling that it defied reason, Dougless knew that Nicholas was nothing less than a miracle: a man who would not seek to change her, who found her perfect just as she was. But she could not know how strong were the chains that tied them to the past—or the grand adventure that lay before them.

Twilight’s Encore: Wounded Hearts- Book 3 by Jacquie Biggar

One man’s betrayal will seal another’s fate.

Ty Garrett fell in love with Katy Fowler from the moment they’d met. When her father’s betrayal yanks the young couple apart, Ty becomes bitter.

After a decade away, Katy returns to Tidal Falls with plans to get married in her family’s theatre. But she hadn’t expected to run into Ty Garrett, the boy she’d never forgotten.

When a series of sabotages wreak havoc on the theatre and danger threatens Katy’s life, can Ty save her and win back her love, or is it too late for these star-crossed lovers?

Foolish Bride (Forever Brides) by A.S. Fenichel

Sadly ever after . . . unless some dreams really do come true?

Elinor Burkenstock never believed in fairy tales. Sure, she’s always been a fool for love—what woman isn’t? But Elinor knows the difference between fiction and truth. Daydreams and reality. True love and false promises. . . . Until the unthinkable happens, and Elinor’s engagement is suddenly terminated and no one, least of all her fiancé, will tell her why.

Sir Michael Rollins’s war-hero days seem far behind him when, after one last hurrah before his wedding, he gets shot and his injuries leave him in dire shape. He wants nothing more than to marry Elinor, the woman of his wildest dreams. But Elinor’s father forbids it . . . and soon Michael is faced with a desperate choice: Spare Elinor a life with a broken man or risk everything to win her heart—until death do they part?

Soldier On by Sydney Logan

Will his call of duty break both their hearts?

Losing her father in Desert Storm has left Stephanie James with a bitter soul when it comes to the military. As a college senior juggling a full course load, Steph’s only goal is to graduate with honors at the end of the semester. She’s focused, determined, and a firm believer in all work and no play. Then she meets Brandon Walker at a New Year’s Eve costume party. Despite his disguise, Steph finds herself attracted to the camouflaged soldier who curls her toes with a scorching midnight kiss.

Brandon is an engineering major and ROTC student from the hills of Kentucky. Growing up as the son of a major general has given Brandon firsthand knowledge of the struggles military families sometimes face. Now that his father’s memory is fading, Brandon is even more determined to make his dad proud and graduate as an officer in the United States Army. Then he meets Stephanie, and suddenly, his focus is less on his military service and more on the pretty brunette who has stolen his heart. When he becomes aware of Steph’s resentment toward the military, he worries their relationship is doomed.

When faced with the realization that she’s fallen in love with a soldier, can Steph’s wounds from the past be healed with love in her present . . . and in her future?

The Guardian’s Witch (The Stelton Legacy) by Ruth A. Casie

England, 1290

Lord Alex Stelton can’t resist a challenge, especially one with a prize like this: protect a castle on the Scottish border for a year, and it’s his. Desperate for land of his own, he’ll do anything to win the estate—even enter a proxy marriage to Lady Lisbeth Reynolds, the rumored witch who lives there.

Feared and scorned for her second sight, Lisbeth swore she’d never marry, but she is drawn to the handsome, confident Alex. She sees great love with him but fears what he would think of her gift and her visions of a traitor in their midst.

Despite his own vow never to fall in love, Alex can’t get the alluring Lisbeth out of his mind and is driven to protect her when attacks begin on the border. But as her visions of danger intensify, Lisbeth knows it is she who must protect him. Realizing they’ll secure their future only by facing the threat together, she must choose between keeping her magic a secret and losing the man she loves.

The Du Lac Devil: Book 2 of The Du Lac Chronicles by Mary Anne Yarde

The Award Winning series ~ The Du Lac Chronicles, continues:

War is coming to Saxon Briton.

As one kingdom after another falls to the savage might of the High King, Cerdic of Wessex, only one family dares to stand up to him — The Du Lacs.

Budic and Alden Du Lac are barely speaking to each other, and Merton is a mercenary, fighting for the highest bidder. If Wessex hears of the brothers’ discord, then all is lost.

Fate brings Merton du Lac back to the ancestral lands of his forefathers, and he finds his country on the brink of civil war. But there is worse to come, for his father’s old enemy has infiltrated the court of Benwick. Now, more than ever, the Du Lac must come together to save the kingdom and themselves.

Can old rivalries and resentments be overcome in time to stop a war?

The Du Lac Devil is a standalone novel and has a recommended reading age of 16+

Desert Sheikh vs American Princess: Jewels of the Desert Book 2 by Teresa Morgan

When he kidnapped a princess, he didn’t count on her…

Walid Al Kalam’s plan is simple. The American Celebutante Noelle Oldrich will remain in his palace until her father pays his debts. Without the money her hotel magnate father owes him, Walid cannot fulfill his commitment to the pipeline that represents the future of the small middle eastern country of Askar.

But Noelle isn’t the passive, agreeable guest that she should rationally be. Instead, the willful American princess disrupts the peace of his home, and his peace of mind. Whether she is running through his courtyard in skin-tight gear or braiding together a rope to lower herself out a window, the intelligent beauty threatens his very sanity.

Enter the pirate princess…

No way will any sheikh keep Noelle Oldrich captive, even if she does want to rip the stuffy suits off the hot Arabic David Beckham clone.

She might be good for nothing but spending money and wearing clothes, but Noelle will escape the sexy sheikh’s palace, no matter what. She has to—no way will her father pay his debt. The only help she’s going to get is from her childhood imaginary friend, a pirate princess who is ready to make the stupid, sexy sheikh walk the plank.

A fabulous jewel…

Noelle’s one chance to pay her own ransom and escape the sheikh’s control is to find the legendary jewel, the Palm of Askar, lost for decades.

If she finds the diamond, Walid will have to let her go, but his drugging kisses threaten to turn her into a willing captive…

Waltzing with the Earl by Alanna Lucas

Believing he is cursed, Tristram, Lord Trevena, the Earl of Longstone, agrees to do just one favor for a friend, to dance with the man’s sister, but the beautiful and headstrong Isabel Albryght will settle for no less than claiming his lonely heart.

A PROPHECY FORETOLD

Raised by her doting older brother, Isabel Albryght grew up cosseted and protected. She enjoyed her life in the country, her books and her freedom. Then Weston married. Within months Isabel’s best friend married. It seemed it was time for Isabel to marry, too, except, socially awkward and a bit too keen for most of the ton, she proceeded to have the most horrible season on record…until she was approached by Tristram, the Earl of Longstone.

Twice. Two dances. That was all Tristram could offer anyone when considering his family curse, which had taken all he loved in the last ten years, so his promise to the beautiful Miss Albryght’s brother was simply that. The ton would soon see she was a desirable partner, her awkwardness would fade and other young swains would beat feet to her doorstep. But then he held her in his arms, and the delightful Isabel became his beating heart. Headstrong and full of passion, she believed she might waltz them away from Death. She alone could tempt him to try.

Planting the Seeds of Love: A Novella by N. N. Light

Torn between two men, Sally must follow her heart and decide if love will lead her to the city or the countryside.

Twenty-Two year old Sally Rayton returns to the family farm she deserted four years ago to bury her grandfather. Her plan: to settle her grandfather’s estate and return to her life in the city with her boyfriend, Trevor Mattson.

Her childhood friend, Jack Smith, has other ideas.

Jack convinces Sally to transform the farm into a brewery and fulfill her grandfather’s dream while keeping the Rayton Farm in the family. Sally works side-by-side with Jack while Trevor is hundreds of miles away in the city. The more time she spends with Jack, the stronger her feelings are for him.

When Trevor shows up to propose to Sally right before Christmas and finds her in Jack’s embrace, she must make the biggest choice of her life: true love.

Have a swoon-worthy kiss from a book to recommend? Share in the comments below. Happy Reading!

MRS N, Book Addict

Gettin’ Hard (Single Ladies’ Travel Agency Book 1) by @carinawriter #romance #romanticcomedy


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Title: Gettin’ Hard (Single Ladies’ Travel Agency Book 1)

Author: Carina Wilder

Genre: Contemporary Romance/ Romantic Comedy

 

Book Blurb:

When Adriana heads to Paris on a trip to “get away from it all,” little does she realize what she’s in for. Before she’s even crossed the Atlantic she meets Conlon Davies, the handsome billionaire with abs of steel and a sharp tongue to match. But he’s just a distraction, right? Just a little hors d’oeuvre before the main course…

 

Conlon is a self-proclaimed bastard with no interest in commitment. Women are a game for him; one-night achievements intended to be disposable. That is, until Adriana walks into his life. For some reason he can’t get her out of his head, even though she’s bad news. She lives in another country, far from his Parisian home. So why the hell does he want her to stay so badly?

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This is the first in the Single Ladies’ Travel Agency series, stand-alone Contemporary Romance novels to take you to a faraway place and get your mind racing!

 

The second story in this series, GOING HARD, is set for release August 1st!

 

18+ Excerpt:

“Okay, fine.” I sit up and lean in, ready to open my soul to her. “After the breakup it took me forever to get to the point where I feel strong enough to do something like this. I was stuck in a stifling relationship for far too long, and it sucked my spirit away. I want it back. It’s finally time to embrace my singleness. I want to be Independent Adriana, at least for a little.”

She pulls back and stares at me, her brown eyes sizing me up to make sure I haven’t been replaced by a pod person. “You’ve been single for over a year. You’re telling me you’re only embracing it now?” She looks dismayed as it hits her just how hard the last twelve months have been for me. That’s what happens with happy people; sometimes they don’t notice the ones suffering around them. But I can’t exactly hold it against her. She has her own life to think about and besides, it’s not like I reached out to help. I’m a silent sufferer, damn it.

“A year in which I’m fairly sure I reached the second coming of my virginity,” I reply. “But I’ve come to accept my aloneness, and I feel pretty good about it, actually. I’m really, truly content. Happy, even.”

“Well, good. I’m pissed off that Roger made you feel shitty for that long, though. That jerkass wasn’t worth suffering over.”

“Roger didn’t make me feel shitty. I made myself feel shitty. Look, you’re married—happily, I might add—and meanwhile I failed at the one long-term relationship I’ve ever had. It was a punch to my self esteem.”

“You didn’t fail. He failed you by being such a twat waffle. But back to the one year thing—has it really been that long since you got laid?” She looks like she’s trying to sort through one of the great mysteries of the universe. How the hell can a woman survive without sex for more than ten days in a row?

I nod, not sure whether to be ashamed or proud of my involuntary abstinence. “More than a year, actually. Roger and I didn’t exactly play hide le golf pencil for the last bit.”

“Well, your vagina has probably shrivelled into something that looks like a piece of dried fruit by now. Maybe a dirty romp with a French sausage is what you need.”

“My vagina is just fine, thank you.” I give her my best attempt at a snarl. “But this isn’t really about my naughty bits. It’s about me. I want to do something purely for myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that luxury.”

For a moment Jen’s face actually exhibits trace amounts of sympathy. This is what friends do—give you hell for your crazy decisions, then remember that they love you too much to be snarky for long.

“Fair enough,” she says. “Go to Paris and have a blast. You deserve it.”

I sit back in my seat and beam with satisfaction. She’s right.

I do.

“But there’s one thing I’m confused about,” she adds. Here it comes. “I thought you were looking for a new job? What happened to that plan?”

I bite my lip again. I do that when I’m nervous. “The search can wait a little while. Besides, I have another plan, one that I intend to set in motion while I’m in Paris.”

“Uh-huh.” Jen’s nodding, but her expression says What the hell are you up to?

“You know how my last job gave me a three-month severance because my boss was a douchebag with grabby hands and they didn’t want a sexual harassment lawsuit on their hands?”

“Yup, I’m all too familiar with Mr. Gropey and his penchant for ass-grabbery,” Jen replies, a flash of rage passing over her features. She and I have talked at length about my asshole former employer. Needless to say, she strongly encouraged my departure from the company where I worked as a woefully uninspired data entry specialist. Not only did I hate my job, but I hated that some days I was tempted to wear a sign that read:

My tits are not company property,

And my ass is not a hand-warmer.

“Well, that severance package gives me some time to ponder my next move. Plus…” Here it comes. The moment of truth. The greatest test our friendship has ever faced. Please, Jen, don’t snort-laugh at me. I muster every ounce of confidence that I have and look her in the eye. “I’ve been thinking, and I’ve decided I want to write a novel.”

“What?” The word shoots out of her like a bullet, her mouth dropping open for the hundredth time tonight. Everything I say is a shock to her system, poor woman. Well, at least she’s not snorting. Or laughing, for that matter.

“I have a degree in journalism and English Lit. I should be writing,” I tell her, determined to make her understand why I’d venture into a career that’s a massive financial risk, to put it mildly. “Writing is what I’ve always wanted to do.”

“Okay,” she says, placing her palms flat on the table. “Cool.”

I brace myself, ready to go on a tirade about how she should be more supportive, how this is my dream, how I want to be inspired by the romance of Paris, how…

Wait—was that it?

“Nothing?” I ask, dumbfounded. “No reaction?”

To my massive relief, her face lights up in the warmest smile I’ve ever seen. “Here’s my reaction: I want you to be happy. If writing makes you happy, you should do it. If going to Paris without your best friend makes you happy…”

“Ah ha! There’s the real issue at last,” I laugh. “You’re jealous as fuck.

“Of course I am. So jealous I could kill you.”

“That’s perfectly understandable. Just…do me one favour.”

“What?”

“Wait until after I get back to murder me, would you?”

 

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Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Gettin-Single-Ladies-Travel-Agency-ebook/dp/B06WWMZCDP

 

(Available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited, or for $2.99 if purchased individually.)

 

Author Biography:

Carina Wilder is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of the Wolf Rock Shifter series, Sought by the Alphas Serial, and the Billionaires and Curves Trilogy.

Ms. Wilder enjoys writing about strong, real (though admittedly occasionally able to shift, work magic, and seduce men with nothing more than their eyes and a blowtorch) women. Her heroines have attitude, flaws, insecurities, and bodies that aren’t manufactured in laboratories. She also loves traveling, which continues to influence her writing and story lines, which take readers everywhere from Cornwall to Paris to the Rocky Mountains. She writes paranormal, shifter, and contemporary romance – all with a sense of humour.

 

Social Media Links:

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Carina-Wilder/e/B00HLTWHI6/

Website: https://carinawilder.com/

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Not Through Loving You by @pat_preston Spotlight + #Giveaway! #romance


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Title: NOT THROUGH LOVING YOU

 

Author: Patricia Preston

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

Publisher: Lyrical Press/Kensington Books

 

 

Blurb:

In the Southern town of Lafayette Falls, a new life brings together a woman with everything to lose and a doctor with everything to prove.

When a sickly infant is surrendered at the Lafayette Falls Medical Center, and orphaned soon after, pediatrician Aaron Kendall arranges to adopt him. After a painful divorce, the busy baby doc is about to realize his own dream of becoming a father when the baby’s beautiful estranged aunt turns up. She doesn’t exactly approve of the Kendall bachelor pad complete with Aaron’s cranky dad and wacky brother, forcing Aaron to form a risky alliance with her.

Country singer-songwriter Lia Montgomery barely knew her half-sister, but she’s determined her tiny nephew goes to a good home. If only she fit the bill herself, but her stressful life on the road is no place for a baby. Yet despite her misgivings, as she gets to know Aaron, she realizes the smart and sexy doctor is everything a child could want in a dad and more unsettling, everything she’s ever hoped for in a man. After all she’s put him through, is it too late to form a family and maybe put a song in the good doctor’s heart?

 

 

Excerpt:

Aaron looked across the table at his brother and for a moment, all the fear and heartache bottled up inside him exposed itself in his voice. “I can’t go through losing a son for the second time.”

 

Stevie’s brow netted in a worried frown as he sat up straight. “Okay.” He tented his fingers. “So you’ve gotta get tight with the girl.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Aaron continued to squash the aluminum can. “I have nothing in common with Lia Montgomery.”

 

“You have the baby,” Stevie pointed out. “I know that’s not what you want, but it is what it is. And you need to make the most of it. Bro, women are not that hard. Listen to me. You’ve got this chick whose sister just died so she’s got all this guilt and grief going on. And then there’s the sister’s sick little baby. Okay, so what’s Lia gonna do? I mean, she’s family. She’s gotta do something or she’s gonna feel like crap about herself.”

 

“Stevie—” Aaron tried to cut in.

 

“You’re going at this ass-backwards by trying to scare her off. How’s that working for you? Acting like a jerk? No wonder she wants the baby transferred.”

 

Aaron threw the ball of crushed aluminum at Stevie, who caught it. “Just putting the truth out there,” Stevie said. “Of course, I know why you’re an asshole, but she doesn’t.”

 

Aaron glared at his kid brother, but he didn’t say anything.

 

“You gotta put on your sad face. Like this.” Stevie’s face crumpled so that he looked on the verge of tears. “It works every time. I promise.” He grinned. “You need to say you’re sorry for how things went today. Keep on the sad face. Then you tell her you really could use some help because the baby doesn’t have any clothes.”

 

“What? He’s in an incubator. He doesn’t need clothes.”

 

“It’s not about the baby needing clothes. For chrissakes, do you know nothing about women? It’s about shopping. The magic word. Shopping,” Stevie reiterated. “Tell her you’d like for her to pick out some clothes for the baby and, hey, decorate the nursery, too. She’ll go wild. Shopping for baby stuff. That’s like mainlining heroin for women.

 

“Tell her you want her to pick out some toys, too. And then you go from sad face to hopeful face. Like a dog waiting for a treat. And you say that with her help, you think you can be the best dad ever. Bingo! You win! She’ll be thrilled because she’ll get to feel good about herself and she’s getting to help with the baby. You got her hook, line, and sinker.”

 

“That’s crazy.”

 

“What’s crazy is you sitting out here, covered in sweat, having a pity party about the past. You’re missing the opportunity of a lifetime if you know what I mean. Call her.”

 

“I can’t call her. I don’t have her number.”

 

“You didn’t get her number? Holy shit.” Stevie threw the ball of aluminum back at Aaron who caught it. “You know, that’s standard protocol.”

 

“Maybe,” Aaron replied. “But in this case, she’s not available.”

 

Stevie leaned forward. “Every chick is available if you play your cards right, bro.”

 

 

Sneak Peak: Read Chapter 1

 

 

Giveaway: 

Like my Facebook page to be entered in a drawing on July 4th for an autographed print copy of the first book in the series, One Week in Your Arms.

 

 

Buy Links:

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Author Biography: 

Award-winning author Patricia Preston writes mainstream humorous romance, historical romance and comedy. She is represented by the Seymour Agency. Her newest titles are part of a standalone series, Love Heals All, for Kensington Books/Lyrical Press imprint. She has several other e-book titles available including a historical romance, TO SAVE A LADY, set in the French Quarter during the Battle of New Orleans. She also has a comic short story anthology, DIXIE DARLINGS, available in print. Besides writing she loves music, photography, graphic design, and visiting her favorite historical locales including the French Quarter and the Natchez Trace.

 

You can visit her website at www.patricia-preston.com

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