Headstrong cowgirl Peta Dixon has put her life on hold this Christmas to prove she can run her ranch as well as any man. There isn’t anything she can’t ride, fix, or stare down, and the only things to scare her are long hemlines and sky-high heels.
Self-made rancher Garrett Ross normally doesn't take orders – he gives them. But when asked to step in to act as a temporary foreman on a Montana ranch over the holidays, he can’t refuse.
Yet when Garrett meets the beautiful and stubborn ranch owner, he realizes he’s signed on for a whole lot of trouble. Cynical and jaded, he has no time for feelings. And when Peta meets the man she’s to share her life with until Christmas, she discovers she no longer wants to be the person others expect her to be...
Will the rancher finally listen to his heart and admit he can’t live without a certain straight-talking cowgirl?
Peta Dixon has been that one character I have been wondering about as I have read the series. She is an independent and such a strong woman, it would take a special person to win her heart. And Garrett Ross fits the bill perfectly. Together they have such a chemistry and magic it nearly outshines the Christmas lights.
I loved how the ranch life got a good part in the story, as it is Peta's heart and soul. The cowgirl's life was so well twined into the vine of the tale, into how Peta and Garrett got to know each other, how they learn to see the other as they truly are. And all the better that Hal and Garrett had that connection through their lives, the whole series was all coming together in a beautiful story that captured my heart.
There's the guaranteed Marietta, Montana Christmas traditions, and weddings, and the Grey's making it all feel like arriving home, visiting family and friends.
Yet the developing relationship between Peta and Garrett took the center stage, and it wasn't necessarily an easy to be in the spotlight. They share so much, have so much in common, yet they have lived such a different lives it takes hardship and adjustments to get where they want to be.
His Christmas Cowgirl is an alluring, charming, even dazzling love story that has both elegant high heels and comfortable boots. It is a story where dreams come true even though through some aches and concerns. The story had me longing for Christmas, family, friends, love all around, the lights, the joy, the cheer, and Peta and Garrett made me sigh and smile even had a tear with all the unpredictability of love. What a delightful tale!
~ Four Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
When USA Today bestselling author Alissa Callen isn’t writing she plays traffic controller to four children, three dogs, two horses and one renegade cow who really does believe the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. After a childhood spent chasing sheep on the family farm, Alissa has always been drawn to remote areas and small towns, even when residing overseas. Once a teacher and a counsellor, she remains interested in the life journeys that people take. She also is partial to historic homesteads and country gardens and has been known to drive hours to see an open-garden. She currently lives on a small slice of rural Australia in central western New South Wales.
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Wildflower Ranch Series
Book 1: Cherish Me, Cowboy
Book 2: Her Mistletoe Cowboy
Book 3: Her Big Sky Cowboy
Book 4: His Outback Cowgirl
Book 5: Hold Me, Cowboy
Book 6: His Christmas Cowgirl
Pull Me Close
The Panic #1
By: Sidney Halston
Releasing October 25, 2016
Welcome to Panic, a sultry Miami nightclub where bodies and hearts move to a beat that doesn’t stop at sunrise—the setting for an emotionally charged series from the bestselling author of the Worth the Fight novels.
When Katherine Wilson passes out in the arms of the hottest man she’s ever seen, it’s not because of the lights, the pulsating music, or the crowded dance floor. It’s because she can’t enjoy a night out like a normal person, not with her debilitating anxieties. These panic attacks are going to destroy her life unless she takes control—or gets a helping hand. So after the club’s bad-boy owner personally escorts her home, Katherine feels something urgent and primal awaken inside of her.
Nick Moreno doesn’t need a headache like Katherine. A drug bust has put his father behind bars and forced Nick to take over the daily business of his family’s South Beach nightclub. His head tells him to walk away—but his body has other ideas. Katherine’s vulnerability, her grace and courage, compel him to reach out. And when they kiss, Nick is overcome by desire: to pull her close, and promise that his embrace will always be the safest place on earth.
“Do one thing that scares you every day,” I say to myself as I walk to the elevator.
I keep thinking that if I can get in that stupid elevator, I can go to my sister’s wedding. Because nothing can be worse than being in a tiny steel box held up by a cable. If it malfunctions, either I’ll plummet to my demise or I’ll be stuck inside, helpless and in the dark.
For weeks now I’ve walked over to it every day, pressed the button, and then run back to my apartment when it dings open, like it’s a monster coming to get me. I know that I’m working myself up. I know what reality is, and I understand the extremely low statistical likelihood that any of the things I envision will actually happen. I’m not completely insane. But I also can’t help the fear that bubbles up inside me and distorts my logic.
Today, however, I woke up with a new sense of bravery and determination and I’m going to take advantage of it.
I know that the cable is made of steel and it will not break.
I know that the elevator is in working order.
I know that it takes only 22.9 seconds from the time it closes on the fifth floor to the time it opens in the lobby.
Still, I’m nervous. Less so then previous days, though.
I dial Nico because even with everything that I know, I need someone with me.
“My sweet Katherine,” he says over the music in the background.
“I need you.”
I notice the change in him, even over the phone. “Wait, what? I’ll be right there.”
The fact that he is so quick to rush to my rescue is heartwarming, but I don’t need him physically here, so I clarify quickly. “No, no, no. Stay there. That’s not what I meant. I need you to stay on the line with me.”
“Okay. Hold on a second—I need quiet. I can barely hear you.” I hear the music become quieter and quieter. “All right. What’s going on?”
“If I say the safe word and tell you to call the police or firemen or whatever, just do it, no questions asked, okay?”
“What?” He sounds alarmed. “What the hell is going on, Katherine?”
“I’m getting on the elevator and I’m going to the lobby. If it gets stuck, I need you to call for help.”
“For fuck’s sake, Katherine, you scared the hell out of me.” He lets out a breath. “Okay, I’ll wait on the phone. Or do you want to wait for me to come over? I can be there in ten minutes and do this with you,” he says while I press the button.
“No. I need to do this alone. Also, what good would it do me if you’re stuck in there with me?”
“It’s not going to get stuck,” he says with a chuckle, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.
“So how’s the club tonight?”
“I heard the ding, baby. Stop procrastinating and get inside.”
I look at the open door. The elevator car looks so ominous, and now I don’t know if I can do it.
“Get that cute little ass in the elevator.”
“Never mind—I changed my mind.”
“No. You’ve never called me for this before. You’re obviously feeling good about it. I’m proud of you for doing this.”
As the door starts to close I press the button again, and the closing doors reopen.
“So get inside. You can do this.”
“Nico, I don’t—”
“Yes, you can. Don’t finish that sentence. You’ve done more in the last few weeks than you’ve done in a long time. You can absolutely do this. I know you can. Don’t you want to be free?”
I do. Damn it, I do. I take a step and then another one. My feet feel heavy and my heart is beating a mile a minute. I can hear that he’s breathless too.
“Corazón, just roll with it. Get inside,” he says softly.
USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives her life with one simple rule: "Just Do It"--Nike. And that's exactly what she did.
After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative, romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close second. When she's not writing, you can find her reading and reading and reading. She's a reader first and a writer second. When she's not writing or reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn't have it any other way.
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Viking’s Fury #3
By: Violetta Rand
Genre: Viking Historical Romance
Release Date: October 18th, 2016
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
As the only sister of Jarl Roald Blood Axe, Lady Runa is expected to do her duty and choose a husband from among the five noblemen her brother has invited to a feast in her honor. An advantageous marriage means a new alliance for her family.
Runa has other plans though, including a lifelong dream to join the temple maidens where she can serve Odin and the other gods.
Captain Thorolf is the most respected man in Jarl Roald’s personal guard. Tasked with safeguarding the beautiful Lady Runa, he works hard to keep the obstinate girl out of trouble. But every time he thinks she’s ready to accept her fate, Runa finds another way to disobey her brother, which forces Thorolf to cover up her mistakes.
When an uninvited guest shows up at the feast and insults Runa’s family, she immediately takes matters into her own hands and threatens the intruder with a knife. Thorolf responds quickly, but Runa has gone too far. She’s embarrassed the only son of a neighboring jarl.
In retaliation for her bad behavior, Roald gives her an ultimatum. Choose a husband now or he will marry her off to the most decrepit lord in the farthest reaches of Norway he can find.
Under advisement from Captain Thorolf, Runa asks permission to visit the home of one of her suitors so she can get to know him better before she decides if he’s a worthy candidate for marriage.
However, Runa has no intention of marrying anyone. In fact, she’s secretly infatuated with Thorolf. But nothing can ever come of it.
Jarl Roald reluctantly agrees to let her go, but sends Thorolf along as his eyes and ears.
On the road to the north country, Runa’s party is attacked, leaving many dead and Captain Thorolf missing.
Runa escapes the violence and seeks assistance from the high priest at the temple.
Reunited with Captain Thorolf, Runa realizes she can longer hide her feelings for him. What they find is mutual admiration and an attraction that could cost them both dearly.
Will Thorolf risk everything he’s worked so hard to accomplish for the love of a forbidden woman? Will Runa once again defy her brother and take a chance on true love?
Wearing a golden-brown apron-dress underneath her fur cloak, with her hair tightly bound in braids and covered with a blue, silk scarf, Runa looked so much like their mother. Roald nearly choked when he beheld her.
“Brother.” She curtsied respectfully. “I know we haven’t had much time alone. I wish to thank you for your generosity.”
For a brief moment, Roald regretted his doubt in her. She looked and acted every part the true lady, a pillar of respectability and modesty, the way their father had raised her to be. She even kept her green eyes downcast while she waited for him to acknowledge her presence. But it wasn’t her eyes he worried about; it was her heart.
“Rise, sweet Sister,” he commanded.
She did, meeting his gaze then.
“I wish you safe travel.”
“And I wish you much happiness, dear Brother.”
“Do you?” He leaned in so only Runa could hear his words. “If I were to judge you at first glance, I’d have every confidence that you were a reformed woman, ready to fulfill your duty to this family. Just as you appear peaceful on the surface, so do I. But I have a war raging inside me—whether I should trust you or not.”
She batted her eyelashes prettily and whispered, “Shall I rip my beating heart from my chest so you can have a spaewife read my true intentions as she would the runes?”
The stubborn girl didn’t seem to understand the affect her sharp tongue had on him. The man who could seal her misfortune if she continued to defy him. Roald grinned as he drew a short knife from his weapon belt and offered it to her. “Would you like the honor of the first cut?”
“Roald? What are you doing?” Eva asked, looking from him to the weapon.
“Nothing violent, my sweetest,” he lied to his wife. “I merely offered Runa a weapon for the long trip ahead. Gods forbid if she ever had to use it.”
“A sage gift,” Eva said.
“Yes,” Runa agreed, her fake smile eating away at Roald’s patience. “I thank you.” She took the knife and tucked it in her own embroidered belt. “I will miss you, Sister.”
Eva embraced Runa as if she’d never see the girl again. “The spirits will guide you, Runa.”
Roald struggled to stay quiet as Thorolf took Runa by the elbow and guided her to the awaiting horses.
Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as a scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.
Violetta still lives in Alaska and spends her days writing romance. She enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.
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Three friends, three wishes—one Christmas!
Riley Erickson, her pregnant sister, Jo, and their friend Noel are all wishing for the same thing: the perfect man. Or at least men who are perfect for them. Riley's hasn't turned out to be too impressive, dumping her for her bridesmaid three weeks before the wedding. Jo's husband is being perfectly stubborn. And Noel has given up completely.
When the three women visit a shopping-mall Santa on a lark, the guy is full of predictions. Riley's going to meet her perfect man in a memorable way. Noel is going to get a good man to go with that house she's trying desperately to buy. And Jo, well, a new man is about to come into her life. What on earth does that mean? She already has her hands full with the one she's got. As for Riley and Noel, they have some holiday challenges to meet…
But Christmas wishes can come true, as these three women are about to discover. Because in spite of romantic setbacks and derailed dreams, this truly is the most wonderful time of the year!
Three women trying to solve their relationship issues, to find their happily-ever-after and make the most of their lives resort to a Christmas wishes for a Santa Claus at the mall, and then oddly, eerily, the wishes start to come true.
I have thought about this story for a few days now, trying to decide if I liked it or not, it falls so perfectly into the middle that I can't dip the scale to either way. I liked the characters well enough. Jo, Noel, and Riley are all struggling with their relationship status from the different angle.
Jo is a Navy wife who gives a birth to a baby and struggles with the long times of separation from her husband while he is serving overseas. The troubles, and blessings, that the military families have is weighted heavily. Jo's mind is muddled with the baby hormones, and from missing her husband's support. She doesn't save the words and ultimatums, as they struggle with the issue of her husband re-enlisting.
Noel just wants to own the house she lives in, to achieve that, she goes into an elaborate scheme to accomplish it. But the man she is trying to butter up not only has a dragon of a mom but is jilted from a previous relationship. The obsession with the house goes a little overboard with Noel, and that's what her story mostly focus on, not the fact that she nearly destroys any chances of a relationship she can have with her dream man while trying to con the house from him. Her sporadic inner-thoughts with her book character were kooky.
Riley's story was the most likable to me in the book, yet it lacked the most believability. If the timespan where she completely got over of her engagement, celebrated and embraced the 'near-escape' of a marriage and found a new man would have been longer than three weeks, it would have worked for me, even three months would have been better. But maybe she really didn't love her first fiance at all, being able to leave it all behind in a blink of an eye but even in that scenario three weeks isn't enough time. Considering she doesn't even meet Jack until way after the midpoint of the book, there isn't much development of the relationship.
Then you add on a Santa Claus who starts to grant your wishes to you, and I realized that maybe I should approach the story from a fairy tale point of view, even more than normally. Then looking from that angle there's all the trimmings of Christmas, the lights, decorations, family, friends, cooking, and baking, there's love, children, gifts, and snow, the spirits are high, and the Christmas miracles are plentiful, all the dreams come true, and love finds it way to a lovely happily ever after despite all. From there, you get yourself an enchanting and amusing Christmas tale for the grownups
~ Three Spoons
Sheila Roberts lives on a lake in the Pacific Northwest. She’s happily married and has three children. Her books have been best-sellers, Amazon top ten romance picks, and her popular holiday novel, "On Strike for Christmas" was made into a movie for the Lifetime channel. When she’s not speaking to women’s groups or at conferences she can be found writing about those things near and dear to women’s hearts: family, friends, and chocolate.
Word of Honor
Knights of Honor #1
By: Alexa Aston
Genre: Medieval Historical Romance
Release Date: October 25th, 2016
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Become swept away in Alexa Aston’s new Knights of Honor, a medieval series set in the time of Edward III’s reign in England. At its heart are Geoffrey and Merryn, who will find lasting love in Word of Honor. This pair plays a part in each book of the series—sometimes small, sometimes large—as new couples come together to find passion and true love. Each romance focuses on honor and the code of chivalry that bound knights of this era.
1351 A.D. – Betrothed from a young age, Merryn Mantel and Geoffrey de Montfort are that rare couple—a love match. They spend five long years apart when Geoffrey leaves England to fight against the French. Geoffrey returns after the English victory at Poitiers, and he and Merryn wed. They spend one blissful night consummating their love, looking forward to a promising future together.
Yet Geoffrey vanishes the next day. Merryn is left lonely and confused as she clings to the hope that one day her husband will come back to her. Geoffrey finally returns almost seven years later. This new Geoffrey is a stranger to Merryn. He refuses to reveal where he has been and why he stayed away from the woman he loved.
Will her husband’s silence create a rift too large to heal, or can Geoffrey and Merryn recapture the love they once shared?
Join Geoffrey and Merryn as they fight for the love both have held in their hearts despite their years apart.
Geoffrey moved to the table and poured some wine for each of them. She took the pewter cup he handed her and drank nervously. She set the empty cup down and wandered around the room.
“Merryn,” he said softly. “I have something for you.” He pulled something from his pocket but kept it hidden in his hand. Her curiosity grew.
He cupped her cheek, the warmth of his touch a comfort.
“I provided gifts for our guests and the priest, but it’s customary for the groom to bestow a gift upon his bride, as well.”
Geoffrey encircled her waist and tugged her close, then dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Merryn felt cherished in that moment. Her worries about their wedding night vanished. She might be inexperienced, but she knew her husband would take good care of her.
“I had this made in France.” He opened his right hand.
A gold and enamel brooch rested in his palm. Brilliant sapphires made her smile.
Merryn met his intense gaze and immediately recognized the love shining in them.
“Your eyes are the bluest of blue, my love. When I saw these stones, I knew the piece was meant for you alone. Will you wear it for me every day? I would be happy to see it pinned to your cotehardie.”
She picked up the brooch and admired it. “Never a day shall pass that I do not pin it on and think of you. It will be my constant reminder of how much you love me.”
Merryn kissed it. She looked back at her husband. “You spoil me. I have nothing for you.”
Geoffrey reached inside his gypon and pulled out the gold necklace she’d given him on the day of their betrothal.
“This has rested next to my heart since we parted five years ago. I have never taken it off. I never will. ‘Tis the best gift you could ever give me.”
He continued, “Until now.” He embraced her. “I know you are unsure, my love, but we will explore love together. Come.”
Merryn set the brooch on the table and took his hand as they crossed the chamber. Geoffrey drew the curtains aside from the large bed.
Her new husband rested his hands on her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. “You are the most beautiful bride that any man has claimed. I shall tell you every morning how lovely you are.”
“Even when I am wrinkled and gray?”
He smiled. “Especially then. For that means we will have lived a lifetime together. In love.”
Alexa Aston’s historical romances use history as a backdrop to place her characters in extraordinary circumstances, where their intense desire for one another grows into the treasured gift of love.
She is the author of The Knights of Honor, a medieval romance series that takes place in 14th century England during the reign of Edward III and centers on the de Montfort family. Each romance focuses on the code of chivalry that bound knights of this era.
A native Texan, Alexa lives with her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She enjoys reading, watching movies, and can’t get enough of Fixer Upper or Game of Thrones. Alexa also writes romantic suspense, western historical, and standalone medieval novels as Lauren Linwood.
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Harborside Nights Series #3
By: Melissa Foster
Releasing October 19, 2016
Fresh off the heels of yet another bad relationship, Tristan Brewer is taking a break from men to try and figure out where he keeps going wrong. He knows his biggest fault—he leads with his heart, not his head—and that’s never going to change. But after several introspective weeks, he’s beginning to get a handle on things. That is, until badass heartthrob Alex Wells walks into his bar…
Alex has spent eight years in the Army, months in a hospital bed, and far too long hiding his sexual identity. He’s guilt-ridden, damaged, pissed off, and up for a Silver Star—for the incident that nearly cost him his life, and kept him from his grandmother’s funeral. But all he wants to do is forget his stint with the institution that allows but doesn’t necessarily accept, and live the life he’s always dreamed of.
The chemistry between Tristan and Alex ignites from the moment they meet, and the more time they spend together the hotter the flames become. But the closer Tristan gets, the more Alex’s walls go up, and when the two walk onto a military base, Tristan finds out Alex’s physical scars aren’t the ones that run the deepest.
“Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer.”
Tristan shrugs. “Have at it.”
“Why were you taking a break? I get that your ex was a prick, but is there more to it?”
He looks down the street, across the street, and then his hand cruises through his hair as it has so often that I’ve already come to expect it when he’s nervous.
“Ian was a prick, but the rest is going to make me sound like a pussy,” he admits.
“I’ve only known you a day, and I already know nothing can make you sound like a pussy.”
He meets my gaze, and his jaw tightens. He lifts his chin and I recognize the struggle between feeling proud and worrying about looking weak. I fight that battle on a daily basis.
“I give away my heart too easily, and I end up getting hurt.”
His eyes never leave mine, and that trust, that confidence, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I was right. Nothing can make you sound like a pussy.” I slide my hand to the hard ridge of his jaw and lean in closer. “I’ve never given my heart away. That makes you braver than me.”
Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance, and women's fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic, perfect beach reads, and always family oriented.
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Sweetly, Deeply, Absolutely
Sweet Love #3
By: Kira Archer
Releasing October 17, 2016
Hello, Mr. Right...for Now.
With a month off from culinary school, Jenny Boyd has some serious party plans. Especially when the hottest guy in the club literally lands in her lap. He’s 6’2” of cocky, sexy, man-candy, and just as commitment-phobic as she is.
She’s definitely off limits…
Graphic designer Jared Crew is shocked when his best friend's sister-in-law doesn’t remember him right away. Luckily, she is more than willing to let him jog her memory, no complications required.
It’s all fun and games...until the condom breaks.
“So let me draw you, then.”
“What, like pose for you?”
She hesitated. “Like those?” She pointed at the portraits he had hanging on the wall.
He shrugged. “Any way you’d like to pose.”
“Hmm. Lying naked on a couch like in Titanic?”
He laughed and pulled her in close. “If you were naked on a couch I’m not sure I’d be able to keep my hands on my pencils.”
“Ah, but touching the model wouldn’t be professional, would it?” She ran her hands up his chest and he put his hands over hers, hoping she’d leave them there. He’d missed her touch. Had begun to crave it like an addict going through a withdrawal.
For a moment he thought she might draw him closer. But the moment passed. She dropped her hands and stepped away and he closed his eyes against the near physical pain of it.
“Well, I’m nothing if not professional,” he said quietly.
She didn’t look at him for a moment, but when she did her smile was back in place. “How do you want to draw me?” She raised her gaze to him and held it, her sea green eyes boring into his until he felt like he was drowning in them.
He grabbed his sketch pad and a pencil and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him, but took his hand. He led her out of the studio and down the hall to his bathroom where a big, old fashioned claw tub stood.
“You want to draw me taking a bath?”
He chuckled. “I’d actually love to watch you taking a bath, but I’m not sure how long I could remain on the outside of the tub.”
Her cheeks flushed and it was all he could do not to crush her against him and kiss her until she was moaning in his arms. He took a deep breath to get a little control and led her over to the tub and handed her a big, fluffy towel.
“I want to draw you sitting on the edge, your back to me, bare,” he said, his hand tracing the outline of her body down to where her waist met the swell of her hips, “down to here. With the towel draped over the rest of you.”
She watched him watching her, and then she held out her hand for the towel. He’d meant to turn around, give her privacy to undress. He wasn’t sure why. They’d seen each other naked. Several times. The image of her beautiful body would be ingrained in his mind until the day he died and hopefully long afterwards.
But she didn’t give him the option. She pulled her shirt off over her head. Unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs until she could step out of them. She stared right at him as she reached behind her to unhook her bra and let it slide off her arms. Her panties followed.
She stood before him, bare, breathtakingly beautiful. Neither one of them moved. His heart jack-hammered in his chest, while his body warred with itself. The desire to touch her, draw her into his arms and hold her there forever, made him ache. But the privilege of standing before such perfection was a moment he’d cherish the rest of his life. He wouldn’t ruin it by making an advance that might drive her away. For now, it was enough. More than enough, to just look and worship the unique beauty before him.
A faint smile touched her lips and she turned to sit on the edge of the tub, arranging the towel beneath her. She leaned forward and turned the faucet on. Within moments, steaming water began to fill the tub.
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Seems a shame to waste the chance to soak in such a beautiful tub. Since I’m right here.”
Jared smiled and began to draw.
She raised her arms to gather her hair in a bun. A few tendrils escaped to tumble down her back. Absolutely perfect. He sketched quickly, his fingers drawing the lines he longed to touch in person, following the contours of her body.
He finished one sketch and pulled out more paper. She shut off the water and stood, swirling the water about with one foot. He drew her from that angle as well. Long, strong lines. Muscles defined beneath the soft curves of her body. He drew until he couldn’t take it anymore.
And then he put the paper aside and went to her.
Kira Archer resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kiddos, and far too many animals in the house.
She tends to laugh at inappropriate moments, break all the rules she gives her kids (but only when they aren't looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else.
She has odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often lets her imagination run away with her.
She loves her romances a little playful, a lot sexy, and always with a happily ever after.
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A murder enveloped in pain and mystery...
When Canada's retired Minister of National Defense, Leland Warner, is murdered in his home, the case is handed to Corporal Danny Killian, an aboriginal man tortured by his wife's unsolved murder.
The suspect, 60-year-old Sally Warner, still grieves for the loss of her two sons, dead in a suicide/murder eighteen months earlier. Confused and damaged, she sees in Corporal Killian a friend sympathetic to her grief and suffering and wants more than anything to trust him.
Danny finds himself with a difficult choice—indict his prime suspect, the dead minister's horribly abused wife or find a way to protect her and risk demotion. Or worse, transfer away from the scene of his wife’s murder and the guilt that haunts him..
An engaging and intriguing murder mystery of a Canadian political figure, that flows easily off the pages and pulls the reader into the world crimes, scandal, and racial adversity, and human tragedy.
Solving of the crime is filled with details of the police procedures Canadian style. I liked the setting of the tale, the new aspects it gives to a crime reader, as everything is not the same as it is in the States. The development of the investigation has its twists, more uncertainty brought on by well-timed switching of the point of view. The story is told in the first person, by both Sally and Danny.
The characters are developed, with very normal human characteristics making them easy to relate to. Both Sally and Danny are tortured, broken souls, they past keeping a hold of them with the hunting losses, making grief and heartache a constant companion.
The racism against the Native Americans is an important part of the story, bringing out awareness, and adding tension to the tale. Even though the murder is what brought the cast of characters together, it is not all that the story focus on. The characters lives, relationships, the past and future hopes are all measured and weighted.
The book is a sequel to the novel Broken But Not Dead yet can be read as a stand-alone story. A very informing and detail oriented tale, you feel like you learn about the culture, the people, and the procedure. It is a thought-provoking story which behind solving the crime gives a window to the life of the characters while shining the light on heavy social issues from racism towards Native Americans, to suicide, and to abuse. The enigma of the crime lives on till the end, keeping the suspense high, and the readers engaged.
~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
Six kilometres up the hill from the police detachment, I see grey-bellied clouds hovering over the city of Prince George. They look like snow clouds ready to burst. I descend into the downtown core, close in on the first of several intersections, gear down, and swear. Hell if I'd know a snow cloud from a rain cloud. Maybe the weatherman was right, no flurries until after tomorrow when I get the new tires installed. I hope so. It rained during the night and the roads froze. Traffic creeps tentatively along on black ice.
At the bottom of the hill, I ease to a stop at the intersection of Victoria and Seventeenth. The roof of the detachment a few blocks away is now visible.
Mrs. Warner said Meshango and Lacroix are living together. How did I not know? Unless it isn't true?
It is. Sergeant Lacroix interjected himself on Doctor Meshango's behalf for a reason. But why? Because he thinks she killed Warner or because he knows she did? If no on both accounts, then why protect her?
Damn, what was he thinking? What was he thinking with?
I can't ask him outright, not without compromising my career.
I clutch the steering wheel. Enough with the stupid questions. I'm a cop, not a vigilante. What I need to do is not compromise the investigation by alerting Lacroix and Meshango to the fact they are now on our suspect list. I give my head a shake. Staff Sergeant Lacroix isn't stupid. Nor does he strike me as a willing accomplice to murder.
Before I left Warner's I called dispatch from my car, spoke directly to a member of my team. Dr. Meshango wasn't questioned in person earlier. The constable, instructed to interview her, had ran into Lacroix outside the detachment. When Lacroix asked him where he was headed and the constable told him, Lacroix said questioning Dr. Meshango wasn't necessary. Later, while I was with Norse in Vanderhoof, someone else caught the mistake, called Meshango and interviewed her over the phone.
Sure, Lacroix is our staff sergeant, sometimes intimidating, but he still knows better than to interfere in a murder investigation. He's not an idiot. Why stop the constable from interviewing Dr. Meshango? Why leave the report vague? He must know what kind of shit this will bring down on his head. All he succeeded in doing was to make himself and Meshango look guilty. Dr. Meshango's alibi was written as solid in the report. When this gets out, those in a position to fire Lacroix's ass just might.
My fault. I should have followed up on it personally, not simply read the report and took it as verbatim. But I didn’t, because, hell, the guy's an idiot, but he's still a good cop.
Can't fault him for trying to protect Meshango though. Men do stupid things when they're in love.
When Joylene's father died in 1983, she wrote her first full–length manuscript to channel her grief. The seven-year process left her hooked and she began Dead Witness within a few weeks of finishing Always Father's Child. Today Joylene is the author of three suspense novels: Dead Witness, Broken But Not Dead, and the steampunk collaboration Break Time. While she'll admit being published didn't fix all the wrongs in her life, she wishes her parents had lived to see her success. Dead Witness was a finalist in the 2012 Global eBook Awards. Broken But Not Dead won the 2012 IPPY Silver Medal and its sequel Mâtowak Woman Who Cries is due for release November 1, 2016.
Joylene lives with her husband and their two cats Marbles and Shasta on beautiful Cluculz Lake in central British Columbia. They spend their winters in Bucerias, Nayarit, Mexico.
For more on Joylene and her writing, visit her website and blog then connect with her on Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and her Amazon Author Page.
Hooked on Love
Cotton Creek #2
By: Jennie Marts
October 17th, 2016
Chicago City Girl Tackles Colorado Mountains with Sexy, Reclusive Guide
Avery Oliver can see the byline now. What better way to jumpstart her journalism career than to head out into the woods with a sexy guide? It’s all very Bear Grylls, but she’ll take it, even if it means ditching her beloved designer suits and handbags.
All Sullivan Reed needs in life is a fly rod and the roar of a river. Playing guide to a hot little reporter can’t end well…until they strike a deal that’s mutually beneficial. She’ll pretend to be his girlfriend to deflect an overly flirtatious neighbor, and he’ll help her with the article. It’s a win-win.
Until it isn’t. By the time a storm strands them in his cabin, Sully’s done pretending. He wants Avery—badly—but she’s a big-city girl looking for adventure, not his simple life. So why does releasing her feel like he’s lost the perfect catch?
The distraction of her gorgeous legs almost did him in. Literally.
Sullivan Reed hit the brakes just in time to avoid a collision in front of the general store.
The curvy blonde in the red jacket didn’t even notice, her focus intent, trying to wrench her purse from the passenger seat of her car—a little foreign number with rental tags.
She was wearing some kind of short pants, not quite shorts but not really a skirt. Must be the new fashion—not that he paid attention to fashion. According to his ex, he never noticed anything.
But he noticed this woman—noticed her long legs, her too-high heels, and what the hell was up with that purse? It was practically the size of Wyoming. What could she possibly be carrying in there? He could pack for a three day trip in a grocery sack.
Not that he cared. He didn’t have time to be thinking about how high her heels were or the enormity of her handbag when he had other things to worry about. Bigger fish to fry. So to speak.
He needed to get in, grab his supplies, and get back to the shop. He’d stayed up late last night tying some new flies and wanted to get the new stock put up this afternoon so he could be out on the creek by dusk.
Early summer in the Colorado mountains was like paradise to a fly-fisherman. Plus he needed the time spent fishing tonight to mentally prepare himself for the visitor who was supposed to arrive tomorrow.
Besides, with that long blond hair and tall curvy figure, the woman in the red jacket was totally out of his league.
Not that he had a league, or even wanted to be in a league. He wasn’t even particularly interested in the game right now. He just wanted to be left alone.
Present company excluded. He reached across the seat and patted the neck of his golden retriever, Sadie.
Sadie was the only female in his life now, the only female he trusted, and that was fine with him. She hadn’t left him, didn’t yell at him to make more money, never nagged him to pick up his wet towels off the bathroom floor, and she hardly ever snored. All attributes that he valued.
The dog whined, sitting upright in the seat of his old truck, her gaze intent on the blond woman.
She stood on the sidewalk, oblivious to him and the fact he’d almost run her down, her large round sunglasses perched low on her nose as she looked over them to read the parking meter.
Sully watched her dig into her cavernous bag for change. He was no lip reader, but he was fairly certain she dropped a pretty clear F-bomb before pulling her hands out and throwing them up in disgust, apparently giving up on the effort.
He stepped out of his truck, his gaze captivated by the way her hips swayed and the swish of the breezy fabric of her shorts against her legs as she hurried into Miller’s Mercantile. He slammed the door and stepped up to the curb, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts and jingling his loose change.
After dropping a quarter into his own meter, he paused in front of hers.
It would serve her right to get a ticket. “Just because this town is small doesn’t mean you can just ignore the law,” he grumbled, half to himself, half to the dog who watched him intently, and then he dropped a quarter into her meter.
Pausing, he thought about the size of her purse—she was probably pretty high maintenance and would be in there for a while.
He dropped in a second quarter.
USA TODAY Best-selling author Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves stories filled with love, friendship, and intrigue. She writes for Entangled Publishing, and reviewers call her books “laugh out loud funny” and full of great characters that are “endearing and relatable.”
She is living her own happily ever after in the mountains of Colorado with her husband, two sons, two dogs, and a parakeet that loves to tweet to the oldies. She’s addicted to Diet Coke, adores Cheetos, and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes, or friends.
Her books include the contemporary western romance Hearts of Montana series, the romantic comedy/ cozy mysteries of The Page Turners series, the hunky hockey-playing men in the Bannister Brothers Books, and the small-town romantic comedies in the Lovestruck series of Cotton Creek Romances.
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Don't Lie to Me
Bad for You #3
By: Amber A. Bardan
Releasing October 24, 2016
A fling with her best friend's reclusive business partner should've been harmless.
When Emma meets him, the only way she's looking to be tied down is in the literal sense. But Avner—shady hacker, off-the-books investigator, occasional spy—takes her breath away. He's the first man who doesn't turn to mush under her sexual spell: a fact that makes what's between them very different, and very real.
Beautiful and uninhibited, Emma is everything Avner thought she would be and more. Yet his deadly past and dark duties can never be forgotten…not even as he succumbs to their seductive intimacy. But for the first time he's after something of his own, as well.
And now that he's found Emma, he'll protect her, no matter what. Because anything worth loving is worth fighting for.
But nothing about Avner is remotely harmless.
Soon, Avner has infiltrated Emma's personal life, stalled her career and nearly destroyed everything she's worked for—all in the name of protection. Desperate and heartbroken, drawn into a secret criminal underworld in her quest for understanding, Emma discovers the truth: Avner's secrets are far more devastating than his lies.
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His other hand snaked to my waist, and he caught me up so completely against him, I couldn’t focus outside of his touch or the way he looked at me—hungry and visceral. “Do this with me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
My head lolled into his hand. I ran my fingers up to his shoulder. He was so strong.
His muscles slid under my touch. Not just his body, but him. There’s no way I’d fail working with him.
He knows how to get what he wants…
My drooping eyes widened. No. Like that, I could think again. He did know how to get what he wanted. Including resorting to bribery. That’s what he’d just done with me. Everything he’d said was to get me to do what he wanted. I stilled, but didn’t pull away. My research wasn’t their area of expertise—it was Waldolf’s. Not to mention they had practically all the money in the world. They didn’t need my research even if the results ended up financially beneficial.
That’s not why this work was important to me at all. An investor would expect a profit, but I’d do this for nothing if I could. Haithem and Angelina wouldn’t resent me, no matter who I worked with or for.
Anger spiked through my system.
I knew how to dabble in a little innocent manipulation—a twist to a smile here, a bite of my lip there—to bend things my way. But what he’d done to me, it wasn’t a smile or a wink, or even a look, and it sure as hell wasn’t innocent.
He’d used words.
Words he could have plucked directly from my own skull. Words I feared and desired most. Words he flung at me like little snares to reel me in.
“The problem is I don’t trust you.”
He dropped his hand from the back of my head to rest high on my shoulder at the base of my neck. “I’ve given you no reason not to trust me.” His eyes went lazier. Those impossible lashes of his, lowering, sucking me into the pure sex of his gaze. “We’re friends. You can trust me.”
“I don’t think so. You already let me down once,” I whispered, and good-job-me for managing speaking.
“How’s that?” he drawled, but his lashes opened.
He still tried to seduce me into his grasp. Damn him, it was effective. Being so close, his hands on me, looking at me that way, it was all so very effective.
“You promised to get me off.” I let it all purr into my voice. All the lust he tried to use against me, I turned it back on him, and whispered, “But, I didn’t get off.”
He laughed, a rich rumble so close I almost felt the vibration of it. “Are you implying I need to fuck you to earn your trust?”
His thumb dipped lightly into a groove at my collarbone.
There was no way to suppress the pulse he must feel there, but so what, he couldn’t be sure it was desire. “You’ve fucked me three times already.”
He twitched, the passionate haze lifting lightly from his expression. “How do you figure that?”
“The way you looked at me before, you were fucking me with your eyes.” I kneaded his shoulder. “The night of the wedding, that night you just plain fucked me over. And again now, you’re fucking with me right now. Fucking with my head.” I pushed myself away from him. “So that’s three times you’ve fucked me. Three times and I haven’t come once.” A snarl moved into my lip. “So sorry, that’s just not the way I like to be fucked.”
I turned for the car door and grabbed the handle.
“Are you screaming?”
I paused, and glanced back. “What?”
“Are you screaming, Emma?”
The handle slipped from my damp fingers. “No, I’m not screaming.”
He reclined back into his seat. “You sure?”
He stretched his legs out. Non-threatening, except for the look on his face. “Are you sure you’re not screaming inside your head where I can’t hear?”
There was something happening in my head all right. Not screaming. My heart pounded in my temples. “I’m definitely not screaming.”
He smirked and it was as irresistible on him as it was obnoxious. “Then you can be damn sure, Emma, if you’re not screaming, I’m not fucking you.”
After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber Bardan finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fueled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.
She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.
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Harmony Harbor #1
By: Debbie Mason
Releasing October 25, 2016
'Tis the season for love . . .
Sophie DiRossi loved growing up in Harmony Harbor. But after fleeing in disgrace many years ago, it is the last place she wants to be. Left homeless by a fire, she's forced to go back to the small coastal town that harbors a million secrets, including her own. Sophie sees this secret reflected every day in her daughter's blue eyes-and she must keep it hidden from the only man she has ever loved.
Sophie's return is a shock for everyone . . . especially Liam Gallagher. The firefighter had some serious feelings for Sophie-and seeing her again sparks a desire so fierce it takes his breath away. Now Liam will do whatever it takes to show Sophie that they deserve a second chance at love, even if everything they've concealed threatens to keep them apart. In this special town at this special time of the year, Sophie and Liam can only hope for a little holiday magic . . .
The paramedic removed the tube from Mia’s mouth and smiled. “All good. In the normal range.” Sophie’s daughter jumped off the back of the ambulance, and Liam went to stand up. “Oh no you don’t,” the thirtysomething brunette said to Liam. “Lift your shirt, hot stuff, and let me have a look.”
Liam laughed. “Yeah, not happening. I’m good, Kris.”
“So I’ve heard.” She gave him a flirty wink. Then, with gloved fingers, motioned for him to lift his T-shirt. “Your dad asked me to check you out. Don’t be embarrassed if you got a little flabby while you were convalescing. We won’t tell anyone, will we, Daff?” she said to the other paramedic who approached the ambulance.
“My lips are sealed. But just hang on a sec, and I’ll give you a hand.” The woman grinned as she started to unload her supplies in the ambulance.
Sophie’s irritation with Liam for Mia’s reproachful look faded at the reminder he’d been shot.
“You two so hard up you’re getting unsuspecting men to strip for you now? You know, there’s a club—” He winced as though remembering Mia was there and hanging on his every word.
Sophie needed to know he was okay and intervened. “Liam, maybe you should let them check you over. You were carrying Mia, and with all your equipment . . .”
“Soph, Mia probably weighs—” Giving his head a slight, frustrated shake, he tugged up his T-shirt. “Happy now?”
Sophie hoped his question wasn’t directed at her. She doubted she could respond even if she wanted to. And it wasn’t because of the small, puckered pink scar on the left side of his stomach. The ridges of taut muscle and a tantalizing, narrow trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath his turnout pants were messing with her head . . . and other parts of her anatomy. Parts that hadn’t been messed with in a long time.
The paramedics moved in, spoiling the sigh-inducing view. Sophie leaned to the left.
Kris glanced over her shoulder with a knowing grin. “Looks pretty good, don’t you think?” the paramedic asked Sophie.
“Yes.” The word came out as an embarrassing croak, and she cleared her throat. “Really, really good.”
Debbie Mason is the bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series and Harmony Harbor series. Her books have been praised for their "likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series has received several nominations for best paranormal as well as a Holt Medallion Award of Merit.
When she isn't writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their three wonderful children, two adorable grandbabies, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.
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Non-fiction, parenting, self-help, personal growth, mom self-care.
Date Published: October 6, 2016
Publisher: My Koala Pouch publishing
Vitality. Passion. Tranquility. Do any of these words currently describe you?
Finding Mom will reawaken your dreams and help you to find and reinvent yourself.
Sometimes we love being a mom, but get frustrated when motherhood takes over our life. You are a mom and so much more. That’s why it’s important to start your journey to find your purpose beyond just being a mom. Learn the secrets to finding “me time” in even your busiest days. Uncover and recover your unique mom personality with a personality quiz. Create a sustainable and effective plan for your future that your family will support. No matter how busy you are, how many kids you have, or how young your children are, this book makes finding fulfillment possible for you.
What are you waiting for? Make a difference in your life and start finding yourself today!
Finding Mom Excerpt 1
You may think that it’s impossible to get to know yourself while your children are young and that it will be easier when your children get older. The truth is, you don’t have to wait. I took my journal to the hospital with me when I had my second child and started implementing some of my goals right after I recovered from childbirth.
Refinding myself has really changed the entirety of my life. In the year following my own personal analysis, I managed to meet my goals of becoming an author, losing all my baby weight from both kids, and strengthening my spirituality. I discovered that I do not have the patience or the real skill for crocheting; I enjoy horseback riding and quiet time in the woods. Currently, I’m working through a couch to 5K program in order to run a race in a few months. I have future aspirations of having my own successful business, learning karate, and traveling the globe.
You may be thinking, “Well, good for you, Amanda, but I’m too busy to find myself.” Maybe you work full time, homeschool, have seven kids, and make all of your food from scratch. Maybe you volunteer at church or take care of an elderly parent or a special needs child. As mothers, our list of responsibilities is endless and our unique challenges may feel insurmountable. The thing is, if you really want to make a difference in your life, you will find a way. I purposely directed this book at moms because we face unique trials, and I wanted to really zero in on how you can make a difference in your life.
The “year of Amanda,” during which I took the time to find myself, was also one of the most hectic periods of my life to date. We had a new baby, my husband got a new job, and we moved from one house to another. All of this was going on while I was still actively raising and nurturing two children. The “year of you” may be even more hectic, but we are going to work together to make it a reality.
Are you ready for the “Year of You?”
This book is designed as an informational workbook to help you on your journey toward rediscovering yourself. I know there is so much in this book that it can be a bit overwhelming. You do not have to complete all of Part 1 at one time in order to get a lot out of this book. That’s why I broke the book down into three parts. You can explore as much or as little about yourself in Part 1 as you want, while still being able to turn your areas of improvement into actionable steps and goals in Part 2. In Part 3, you can learn how to take those goals and start applying them to your life. This book isn’t meant to be something to just read and forget. I want you to be able to take whatever time you have and put it into making a real change in your life.
After reading this book, you will be able to:
•Incorporate personal time into your daily routine (with the kids around)
•Identify your individual qualities, stresses, and opportunities
•Understand your personality and your family members’ personalities
•Set achievable goals particular to your life
•Start a realistic personal development plan
•Become the mom you want to be
If you actively partake in this book, you will have a solid plan for becoming who you are above and beyond the beloved label of “mom.” We have a lot to cover in this book, and I’m excited to help you change your life into one that is more fulfilling. As you turn the page, bring a pen to take notes and an open mind to discover your potential.
Let’s start finding you . . .
Amanda Mawhinney is an author, trainer and family relationship coach. Her professional passions are helping women to develop themselves and helping families to connect and build stronger bonds. Her blog, My Koala Pouch is where she writes about creating healthier families and fun activities for kids and adults.
Amanda holds a degree in Psychology from Clarion University of Pennsylvania. She was an HR professional at a company with over 11,000 employees worldwide. She designed, created and implemented many developmental courses and an orientation program. She trained management, developed employees, facilitated mentorship programs and strengthened interdepartmental teams. Before having children of her own, Amanda worked with children with behavioral issues and their families. As an AmeriCorps volunteer she taught disabled and at- risk youth about giving back to the community and the environment.
Amanda currently homeschools her two delightful daughters and spends her days enjoying the great outdoors, reading, writing and doing fun activities with her family. Visit her website, My Koala Pouch at www.mykoalapouch.blogspot.com.
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Stand-alone Crossroads romance, complete with HEA--and plenty of heat and heart along the way!
Billy "The Big Bad Wolf" Marshall thought he had everything he needed. He'd left the boxing ring with his body intact and he was content with his new job at Elite Security. But the chiseled-to-perfection heartthrob didn't have who he wanted...
Maxine "Maxi" Rizzo had always prided herself on being independent and in complete control of her life...well, at least she thought she was. The gorgeous, blue-eyed publicist clearly wasn't in control of her life when the stalking had started a few weeks ago...
With her life in serious danger, Maxi would have to let someone else take care of her for once; but she never knew that he would be her safety. Can she let go and finally give in to her heart's desire? Can Billy convince her that all he wants...is her?
All He Wants is sensual, sweet, and ardent story. It has danger, jitters, and tension, from the absolute panic of life and death moment to the most delightful and marvelously loving and gentle scene.
Maxi and Billy have one of those rare and divine connections, their eyes meet and the rest of the world sees to exist, nonetheless the bond between them is certain and honest. They are so true and perfect for each other, the air between the is crackling with sensual energy that wants to consume them. I adored them and their transparency, honor, and loyalty, the fire they had for each other, the protectiveness they professed, how they shared the burdens and took care of each other when needed.
The tension in the tale doesn't only come from the deep current running between Billy and Maxi. There's the danger from the odd and fearful attacks towards Maxi, her stressful job, her dad's and his mom's problems causing heartache, issues from the past that Maxi has to face, and even mafia.
Melanie Shawn writes some of the best circles of friends and extended families. The one for all and all for one mentality is admirable, the respect for elders commendable, the support for one of them never fail. It is easy to fall in love with the characters and picture the events in the story in your mind, just immerse yourself in the tale and forget the world around you.
Billy and Maxi stole my heart. The adoration, devotion, passion, dedication, and affection between them made me sigh and swoon and smile, restore my faith in soul-mates and belief of dreams come true
~ Five Spoons!
NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author Melanie Shawn is the writing team of sister duo Melanie and Shawna. Originally from Northern California, they now make their home in So Cal.
Growing up, Melanie constantly had her head in a book and was always working on short stories, manuscripts, plays and poetry. Shawna always loved romance in any form - movie, song or literary. If it was a love story with a happy ending, Shawna was all about it! They have joined forces to create a world where true love and happily ever after always has a sexy twist!
Event planner Eve Canaday and her secret crush, Dr. Ben Tyler, are unexpectedly drafted to help a little girl fulfill her late mother’s wish—a magical Christmas to create some happy memories. Eve sees this opportunity as a sign; Ben, as a glitch in his plan to leave Marietta behind for good.
As the trio checks off the to-do list of Christmas fun, Ben’s ‘bah-humbug’ opinion of the holiday fades, along with ideas about keeping his distance from Eve. Getting involved is the last thing he wants to do but, alas, there’s no accounting for cosmic interference.
With the season of miracles upon this jewel of a town, will Eve find it’s possible that Christmas wishes aren’t only for little girls?
It was delightful to be back in Marietta and to see another couple celebrate Christmas and fumble into love.
I liked the setup and the story itself a lot, it had a great flow, and the story was well written, easy to get into. I liked how Eve and Ben step up and help their friend in need. There were several adorable, Christmas filled moments in the tale when they are creating the perfect Christmas to make sweet memories for Lily. There seemed to be magic in the air, the kind that makes you want to believe in Santa Claus and Christmas miracles.
Eve and Ben had been friends for a year and seemed to have a meaningful relationship, as friends, I'm a sucker for a good from friends to lovers plotline, one of my favorite ways to find forever kind of relationship. And this is where I fumbled with the story. At the beginning, I was all excited, liking both of them just fine, and wishing everything would work out for them. But as the story went on it started to seem like maybe it wasn't meant to be that they end up together. Ben was clueless with social graces when it came to Eve, it seemed everything he did and said was taken wrong. Eve was a bit of a drama queen, reading into Ben's words and actions and making mostly wrong conclusions and accusations. They frustrated me towards the end, and the ending seemed rather light after all the drama, angst and tears.
Withholding the misgivings regarding the relationship between Eve and Ben, the story is deliciously Christmassy, generously drizzled with traditions, snow, love, decorations, children, even a newborn to make you swoon, and surely will set the mood for the upcoming holidays
~ Three Spoons with a teaspoon on the side
Barbara Ankrum grew up in Upstate New York, training to be a ballerina, but secretly dreaming of being an actress. Her first fangirl crush on Haley Mills led her to practice her British accent on unsuspecting store clerks, and she dreamed of co-starring in the remake of THE MOONSPINNERS. Because she was also a compulsive reader, she discovered that the film was based on a book by the fabulous Mary Stewart, which led to Barbara's lifelong obsession with romantic fiction.
Since Haley Mills was, sadly, not in the market for a co-star, Barbara pursued a degree in English Literature from the University of Tennessee. And when that degree, predictably, led to unemployment, she pulled up her socks and moved to Hollywood where she built a career as a successful commercial actress while raising two amazing (now grown) children with her sweet husband.
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