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Release Blitz & Giveaway: Lily and the Billionaire by Beth Michele

Lily and the Billionaire

by Beth Michele
Publication Date: April 29, 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Standalone

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What do you get when you cross one feisty secretary with one determined billionaire?

My name—Jace Harlow. My business—making billions.

I’ve got it all.

Money.
Confidence.
Sexual prowess.

I know—I’m quite a catch. At least to most women. But Lily Conrad isn’t like any woman I’ve met before.

Damn her and that red dress.

Now all I think about is her. All I fantasize about is her—her smile, her laugh, her long legs wrapped around my waist.

My dilemma, you ask? She doesn’t care that I’m a billionaire. And why should she? It means nothing, tells her nothing about who I am.

Lily Conrad doesn’t know what I’m made of, but you can be sure of one thing…

She’s going to find out.

About Beth Michele

Beth Michele is a bestselling author of M/F and M/M Contemporary Romance who writes sweet, funny, and sexy (sometimes dirty) stories with heart…and snark. She can often be spotted hiding out with her laptop or kindle somewhere quiet, preferably on a bench overlooking the ocean. Swedish Fish and Twizzlers are her jam, and she makes a mean hot chocolate every day of the year.

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“…an emotionally charged love story about navigating through life while grief is right by your side.”

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Title: Lament

Author: Lynsey M. Stewart

Release Date: March 22, 2019

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Dear Grief Fairy,

I’ve met a man who encompasses grief. Alexander Blayren, a brooding cellist with a body I crave and a soul I ache to know better. He’s rude and bold, brash and sharp, but I see the lost soul underneath. Crying out. Surviving grief for the sake of his daughter. Just.

Before we met, Alexander didn’t believe you could survive grief. Loss had painted his life black, dimming the bright lights and quietening his music. But I didn’t agree with the man I heard play out his demons through his notes. The man I find myself infatuated by. I found my way through grief, because I had a channel for my pain. When I lost my mother and sister, dance was my therapy. Movement my recovery. Could music be his? Could the haunting melodies be his reprieve? The cry of a bow across the strings his lifeline? Or could his journey to survival begin through me? Through my body, the one he studies as I dance, through my cries of pleasure under his fingertips or his undeniable arousal at my willing restraint…

Grief Fairy, you understand me better than anyone. Please help me to relieve his lament.

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He was waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel.

He looked handsome, but disheveled, like he hadn’t slept for a week but was powering through like the musical juggernaut he was.

‘You look great,’ he said, dragging his hands through his hair. ‘My memory doesn’t do you justice.’

‘You told me not to wait for you.’

‘I’m glad you did,’ he replied, his voice laced with need. He took my hand and led me to the lifts, avoiding my eyes, stopping himself from touching me further, but as soon as the lift doors closed, it was a different matter. He turned me swiftly with his fingers to my waist, pushing me against the mirrored walls. He was controlled, but his eyes betrayed him, deep and stormy and ready to burst. My dancewear was backless. He kissed me right in the middle, shots of tingles danced where his lips had been as he pushed his hands through to my breasts.

‘I can’t wait,’ he said on ragged breaths, kneading me roughly. The lift bell chimed, and he pulled me towards him, turning my body and lifting me as he carried me along the corridor, kissing and panting, his hands squeezing my waist. I briefly remember him pulling a card from his pocket. I have a memory of the door to his room opening, but everything else was a blur of frantic touching and need.

I felt the soft cushion of the sofa behind me as he lowered me down. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, but he pulled them forwards, spreading me before him. His hands held me in place on either side of my breasts, a kiss to my throat made my body buzz. I loved the feel of him on top of me, his weight pressing down on my bones, trying to enter me through my skin. I could feel the power of him, passing through me like a blood transfusion. He came alive when we fit together like this, but would he fall apart at the end of the night? His guilt too much to bear because it was pressing down between his shoulder blades? I knew he wanted me more, though. I knew. I knew. His eyes told me it all.

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Cover Reveal: She Found Him by B. Cranford

Release Date: February 19, 2019

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Genre: Emotional Contemporary Romance Standalone

 

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One thing Rose Riley is proud of: standing up for what she believes in while living her best life kindly.

One thing she’s not so proud of: whacking a man on the head with her handmade sign at an animal rights march.

Especially when she takes the whimpering puppy dumped on her front porch to the nearest vet and he turns out to be the man she struck . . . Awkward.

One thing Rose didn’t expect to find before going back home to Australia:

Love.

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Rose: Run into any nice girls at the supermarket today?
Liam: No. And I went back the last couple of days in the hopes of seeing you again.
Rose: Ugh, we’ll have to start comparing shopping schedules then.
Liam: Definitely. How was your day?
Rose: Good. Long.
Rose: You?
Liam: Same. Had to put a cat down today.
Rose: I’m sorry. That has to suck.
Liam: It does. I mean, I know it’s for the best, but I don’t like watching the goodbyes.
Rose: No, I wouldn’t either.
Rose: Want me to tell you a joke to cheer you up?
Liam: I’d rather come over there and see you, but…
Liam: Okay. Since you’re offering.
Rose: Knock knock.
The knocking on his front door came at the same moment as Rose’s text, and he couldn’t help the surge of excitement that jolted through him. It’s her.
He didn’t know how he knew, or why he was so certain, given that she didn’t know his address, and yet . . . he knew.
Liam: Someone’s at the door. Hold on.
Rose: Um, that’s not how the joke goes.
Rose: You’re supposed to say who’s there.
He smiled at her faux-indignation evidenced by the GIF of a woman dramatically slamming her hands on her hips. Thought they’d only know each other a short while, he could hear her voice—that accent—in his mind, telling him he was ruining her joke. And moreover, he liked it.
He liked her being the voice in his head.
The knocking at the front door sounded again, a little more impatient, and he wondered if she was rolling her eyes at him. Probably. He’d noticed that she had a tendency to do that.
“Hey,” he greeted her as he opened the door, reaching out to grab her into a hug immediately.
She came willingly, wrapping her arms around him, a smile on her face. Except she didn’t settle into him. No, she pulled her head and narrowed her pretty eyes at him. “How did you know it was me?”
“Intuition.”
“Seriously?” She looked skeptical, and rightly so.
Except . . . it was true. “I just had a feeling, is all. That and I wanted it to be you.” He shrugged. “Isn’t that the secret? If you want something badly enough, you make it happen?”
Shaking her head, she replied, “No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, it’s my secret, how about that?”
“That’s your secret?”
“Sure, why not?”
“I thought for sure you’d have something darker, way more sinister for a secret.”
“Oh, well, yeah. Obviously I have a dark, terrifying secret, too. But this is my other secret. You know, the one I let you find out early into the relationship, so I can fool you into trusting me.”
“Ah, gotcha.”
“Did it work?”
She smiled up at him, then leaned in for a brief kiss. It was just a press of lips, no longer than a half-second, and yet, Liam felt it with his whole being. “It definitely did.”
He planted another kiss on her, this one slightly longer, before nodding. “Excellent. My plan to corrupt you remains on track.”

 

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A Novel Christmas by Lynsey M. Stewart

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Would a man that didn’t believe in romance inspire my greatest love story or leave me with unfinished chapters?

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Title: A Novel Christmas
Author: Lynsey M. Stewart
Release Date: November 16, 2018

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Go to an island, my publisher said. Reclaim your writing mojo, he added. Be inspired, he suggested. Oh, sexy shenanigans, was I inspired. Drew Carolla would do that to a woman. Reclusive and brooding, an ex-pilot-come-sexy-woodcutter-come-luxury-wedding-venue-owner-come…here.

Writing romance doesn’t come easy when you don’t have a muse, and I was on a deadline. Four weeks to write my next bestseller or face being dropped by my publisher. Thankfully, watching Drew chop wood, sweaty and shirtless, soon had the words flowing like water through Cornish coastline rock pools.

But Drew had his own stories to tell. Why did his luxury wedding venue no longer host weddings? Why did he scoff at the idea of romance? And why, despite that, did he look at me like he wanted to wake up on Christmas morning and find me naked in his bed?

Conundrums. Drew was full of them. Too bad I wasn’t writing psychological thrillers.

Would Drew Carolla, a man who didn’t believe in romance, inspire my greatest love story or leave me with unfinished chapters?

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I had set the alarm for 7:30 am. I wanted to get a good start on outlining and possibly write some words that involved more than just planning sexytime scenes. I jumped in the shower, dried off my hair and put on some make-up before changing into a pair of comfy black trousers and a slouchy sweater. Perfect writing uniform. The fire had stopped burning during the night and it was colder than an igloo on the North Pole. I put more wood on the burner before I went to bed, unsure of what to do to keep the cottage warm for the morning. It hadn’t worked. I made a note to ask Drew how to stop chilblains from forming on my feet. It was a typical December day. Grey skies, a chilly wind. Freezing. I made myself a cup of tea and found myself humming, ‘It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas’ as I fired up the laptop and opened the curtains.

Drew had told me the previous night that the view was amazing. I’d been looking forward to seeing it in the light this morning as I knew this was going to be my writing spot for the next month. I looked across the fields rolling along the skyline. The tops of the barns were poking through, and as my eyes dropped, I saw Drew, his flannel shirt unbuttoned to the navel…swinging an axe.

Ping! A decision was made.

My male lead came to me in the swing of an axe. He was going to be a shirtless woodcutter, strong and muscular. Robust and fit. Looking after the land. Alpha-male dominance. Romance trope heaven.

‘Holy mother of fudge,’ I said as I blew away the steam from my tea. It misted up my reading glasses and I smudged my finger over them like a windscreen wiper. He looked up like he’d heard me, wiped his arm across his head, slow-motion style and still glistening from the man sweat of good honest hard work. He waved before cutting a block of wood like it was as natural to him as giving out a smouldering look.

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Title: Reid
Series: Vested Interest #4
Author: Melanie Moreland
Release Date: September 17, 2018

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A child, abandoned and unloved.

A teen, adrift and disregarded, using his superior tech skills for the wrong intentions.

A young adult, his future overshadowed by his prison record, his life an endless loop of loneliness.

Until he is given a second chance and a new life emerges.

A career he once thought he could only dream of, surrounded by people who show him that family and home aren’t simply words.

And a girl who shows him the greatest, most complex code he could ever write.

Love.

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“Oh hey, Reid. Come in. I’m running late.”

Disappointed at her casual greeting, I followed her down the hall. Her ass looked especially pert and full today. I wanted to cup it. To grab her and kiss her, and grind my erection into her so she knew what she was doing to me. To prove how I was feeling was anything but casual.

Instead, I set down my bag, trying to appear nonchalant. “Am I interrupting?”

“No, I’m taking my class. Do you need in this area?” She indicated the empty space behind her.

“No, um, I can start anywhere.”

She lifted a bottle of water, taking a long swallow. The action caused her throat to work, and I was fascinated watching the pull of her muscles. When a small river of water escaped the bottle, racing down her neck and disappearing into her neckline, I was certain I whimpered. Her expression never changed.

“How about I start at the door?”

“Sure. I’ll be here.” She pointed behind me. “I poured you water. I know you like ice.”

“Thanks.”

I opened my bag on the counter, making sure I had everything I needed. I carried the control panel to the door, along with the contact and other items I would need. The music started up again, and I glanced down the hall, freezing. My eyes widened when I realized what class she was taking. One, until this moment, I didn’t know existed.

Not yoga or one of the jazzer-whatever classes.

Pole dancing.

Becca was fucking pole dancing in front of me.

I stared as she went through some moves, seemingly forgetting I was even in the area. I knew my mouth hung open. I knew my dick lengthened.

I knew I was fucked.

She was elegant and graceful, a blur of movement as she twirled and arched.

Wicked and tempting as she wrapped her legs around the pole and bent backward. The bow of her back was mesmerizing as she hung upside down with only the strength of her legs holding her in position.

I had to turn away, fumbling with the items in my hands. I shut my eyes, counted to ten, and reached for the drill. I needed to concentrate.

Except my gaze drifted back to her and I stared for endless moments, caught up in her actions. She hung on the pole using only her hands, her legs split and wide, balancing. She transitioned into a spin and moved onto yet another seductive move.

I dropped the control unit, annihilating it when the drill landed on top. Cursing, I picked it up, grateful I always carried a spare. In the kitchen, I dug the other one from my bag, then desperate to cool off, grabbed the glass of water she had for me and drank it down. I leaned against the back counter, watching Becca’s mesmerizing form.

She did a series of moves, ending with a one-legged spin, her arms controlling the motion. When she was done, she bent low, one leg around the pole, her arm locked in position. Her hair dragged on the floor, her other arm stretched back, highlighting her curves. Her face tilted in my direction, and our eyes locked across the room. Her chest heaved, mine matching her breathing without thought. A slow, sexy smirk split her mouth.

“You like that, Reid?” she asked, her voice a throaty purr.

The entire week crashed down on me. The worry, disappointment, and frustration made me react. I didn’t care about her father’s views, her ideas of convicts. I didn’t care we needed to talk. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was touching her. She knew what seeing her would do to me. She did this deliberately to provoke me.

It was my turn. The only thing standing in my way was the counter.

I was going over it.

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New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.

While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.

Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.

Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at flavia@bookcaseagency.com.

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Blog Tour: Maddox by Melanie Moreland

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Is he strong enough to show her—to prove love is worth the risk for both of them?

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Series: Vested Interest #3
Author: Melanie Moreland
Release Date: July 9, 2018

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Brought up in chaos and fear, Maddox requires order and control to cope with life.
He has his career and two closest friends. That is all he needs.
Until Dee enters his life.
She brings forth feelings he has denied himself his entire life—and threatens his control.
He wants to hold.
Keep.
Love.
Live.
Damaged by her past, Dee cannot admit her feelings for him, fighting him at every turn.
Is he strong enough to show her—to prove love is worth the risk for both of them?

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Aiden huffed. “Way to go. I’m still hungry.”

“You’re always fucking hungry,” Bentley growled.

“Bottomless pit,” I added, looking at the dishes. There were a lot of them.

“I had nothing to do with the situation, and I still got in trouble. Thanks, Maddox,” Bentley snapped.

“Happy to have included you in the debacle.”

“Shut up, both of you.” Aiden shook his head, reaching for the platter of pancakes. “I’m eating first, then cleaning.”

I looked at my half-eaten plate. “Good idea. Maybe we should cover the girls’ plates, and they can warm them or something.”

Aiden looked over his shoulder. “Do you think they’re fighting?”

“Talking,” Bentley said. “They talk.” He sighed. “They talk a lot.”

“I hope Cami is okay,” Aiden said with a groan. “If I have to beat you for this, Mad Dog, I will—but I’ll try to be gentle.”

“Whatever,” I snorted. “I can take you, big man.”

“You think so? I could snap you like a twig.”

“I’ll throw a couple of lemon Danish at you and run. You’ll be so busy trying to catch them, I’ll be fine.”

He frowned and started to laugh. “That would work.”

We all chuckled. Aiden started eating, and with a shrug, I joined him. The food was too good to waste. When we were done, I laid down my fork.

“I didn’t mean to start anything. I just wanted it out there before Dee changed her mind.”

“What do you mean?”

I wiped my mouth. “Let’s say Dee isn’t as far into this relationship as I am and leave it at that. I’m trying to be patient.” I slouched in my chair. “I need you two to be supportive.”

Bentley rested his elbows on the table, studying me. “Are you serious about this relationship?”

“As a heart attack.”

“And Dee is…”

“Skittish, to say the least.”

“Okay.”

Aiden frowned. “Are you forcing her into something? As her brother-in-law, I think I need to stop you.”

“You really think I could force Dee into anything? All I’ve done is move us along a bit. Once she is comfortable with us being a couple, we’ll go from there.”

“Do you ever do anything like a normal person?” Aiden huffed.

“Like you, you mean? Push the woman I love away, then turn around and marry her on a whim? Yeah, so normal.”

Aiden and Bentley gaped at me, making me realize what I had said.

“You love her? I thought you didn’t believe in love.”

I shifted in my chair. “Well, I’d never met Dee.”

Bentley smiled. “Maddox, that’s great. I’m happy for you.”

“Don’t be too happy yet. I have to convince the lady.”

“You will.”

Aiden grunted. “You hurt her, I will hurt you. She’s my family.”

I met his gaze, serious. “If I hurt her, I’ll let you. She’s everything to me.”

His eyes softened in understanding. “I hear you.”

We heard the sound of footsteps, and we all stood, grabbing plates.

“Enough sharing. If we aren’t busy when they get down here, we’ll all be in shit,” I ordered.

Bentley winked as I grabbed a platter.

“Welcome to couple-hood.”

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While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.

Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.

Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at flavia@bookcaseagency.com.

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“It’s not a diamond, you can’t wear it on the right finger, and it doesn’t come with a proposal, but it’s yours.”

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Release Date: April 18, 2018

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From author Ellen Wilder comes book one in the Vitalli family saga — a new contemporary romance shining light on the struggles and triumphs of loving someone with a mental illness.

Pharmaceutical botanist, Julian Vitalli, spends his time researching medicinal marijuana to aid cancer patients and help manage his bipolar disorder. With two ex-wives under his belt, love was the last thing he was looking for when it crashed outside his house.

Liza Thomas lost her childhood best friend to the foster care system and began her career as a case manager to keep others from the same fate. Still mending her heart after her last breakup and frustrated with her increasing workload, Liza never expected romance to appear on an icy road.

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Liza clutched the steering wheel as the car spun around on the icy road. Her shoulder and head slammed into the driver’s side window. Pain shot through her, and she groaned as the vehicle came to a complete stop snapping her body forward.

Time slowed, and the scene in front of her went fuzzy. Sounds echoed as if she were in a tunnel but were muted at the same time. Dogs barked, and car doors slammed.

A cold breeze hit her as the door opened, and she shivered.

The scents of sandalwood and cedar wafted into the car.

“Are you all right?” a male voice said.

Someone reached across her to turn off the vehicle.

She blinked twice as the lights in the car flickered on.

Liza twisted her head, but a green thermal shirt stretched across a taut chest blocked her view. Her mouth opened, but no words came.

“Did you hear me?”

Her gaze traveled up to find mysterious deep blue eyes staring at her with an intensity she’d never experienced before.

The man’s brow furrowed, and he tilted his head.

This time, the words tumbled out. “I’m okay. What just happened?”

“Stay put. I’ll call an ambulance.” He stuck his hand in his back pocket and brought out his phone.

“No,” she mumbled and rubbed the side of her head. “I don’t need an ambulance.”

He put his phone away, leaned across her, and released her seatbelt before helping her swing her legs out of the car. “Are you sure you’re all right? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two.”

He nodded and held out his hand.

“I’m fine.” She grasped the stranger’s hand, and sparks flew down her wrist. Her body stilled, and she fixated on his eyes as he pulled her to her feet. Her legs trembled as she stood.

His lips curled into a half smile. “Hi.” His hand came to rest on her lower back, and he led her out of the road.

“Were you the one who hit me?”

He pointed toward the driveway where two women stood. “No, my mother and aunt crashed into your car when they came out of my driveway.” He removed his hand. “Are you sure you don’t need an ambulance?”

“No, I’m fine.”

The two women whispered to each other and one gave a slight wave.

Liza waved back. She didn’t recognize either of them, but there was no reason to be rude.

“Are they okay?”

“They’re fine. Mom hit a patch of ice and couldn’t get the vehicle stopped.” He offered his hand, and she accepted it. “Julian Vitalli.”

“Liza Thomas.” A gust of wind blew through her thin sweater, and she shivered, rubbing her arms to warm her. “It’s cold out here.”

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“Those are stolen moments, honey. And you’ll find they save a heart as much — or more than — a dozen roses or a diamond ring.”

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Title: Stolen Moments
Series: Vitalli Family #2
Author: Ellen Wilder
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Kindred Ink Press
Release Date: May 9, 2018

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From author Ellen Wilder comes the second book in the Vitalli family saga — a standalone contemporary romance about overcoming life’s big struggles by focusing on the little things.

Trevor Vitalli’s plan involved a life in the military — single and childless. Now honorably discharged thanks to a severe knee injury, he’s ready to start his new life as a conservation officer as soon as his doctor gives the all clear.

After losing their last known family member, Dr. Arianna Halsey and her fifteen-year-old daughter, Mina, move to Indiana where Ari lands a new job, attempts to work through her trust issues, and stumbles through one surprise after another.

When Trevor and Arianna cross paths, the attraction between the two is instantaneous and incredibly sweet, even with the addition of Ari’s daughter. Can the trio adjust to life’s hiccoughs and find their way to happiness together?

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At midnight under a full moon, Dr. Arianna Halsey rushed down the obstetrics hall of Bryton Hospital. Beige walls whizzed past her, and the staff raced around as chaos reigned supreme. The swarm of people brought a wave of claustrophobia, almost as if she were swimming in a sea of hospital scrubs. She blew out a breath to rid herself of the building stress and skidded to a stop.

The door of the labor and delivery ward swung open, and a nurse stepped out. “Oh, thank God you’re here. Room two. She’s pushed twice, and the baby is crowning.”

Arianna hastened through the double doors and into the delivery room.

“Where were you? I’m pushing.” The woman on the bed screamed.

Arianna walked into the gown a nurse held out then slid on a pair of rubber gloves.

The nurse leaned in and whispered, “There’s a gramzilla in the room.”

Arianna stifled a laugh. A rolling stool sat at the edge of the drop-down bed. She sat down, rolled forward, and touched the woman’s legs. “All right, give me one good push, and let’s see what we can do to speed this up.”

“She’s been pushing.” The grandmother-to-be gave her a haughty glare then as if she were the doctor. “The baby’s too big.”

Arianna ignored the anxious grandmother and patted Alexis’s leg. Getting no response, she patted again, coaxing Alexis to look her in the eye and focus on what she was saying. “She is not too big, and you can do this.” Arianna gently massaged the skin from around the baby’s head. “She’s crowning. Two more good pushes, and she’ll be out.”

“Who is this doctor? She doesn’t know anything. I’m her mother. She needs a C-section like I did.” The mother hissed and threw up her hands.

“It hurts. I can’t do this.” Alexis tried to clamp her knees together and moaned as her back arched away from the bed.

“I know it hurts, Alexis, but you can do it. Push for me. You’re fighting gravity. Drop your chin to your chest, hold the back of your knees. Mom, you can help too. Hold onto the left knee as she pushes, and with your other hand, bring her shoulder up and forward. She needs your help.” Arianna put her hand on Alexis’ right knee to help from that side.

Alexis bared down. “Ow, ow, ow! I can’t.” She leaned into the push, and as she did her mother let go of her left leg to get behind her.

Arianna’s eyes widened as she tried to move out of the way but was too late. Alexis’ foot connected with Arianna’s shoulder, and the rolling chair went flying across the room. Her head connected with the wall, and everything went black.

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Ellen Wilder was born and raised in Indiana. She is happily married to her husband of five years and enjoys raising their two girls and one boy in the house where she grew up. They have a border collie/corgi mix named Loki.

Her parents started reading to Ellen and her siblings at a very young age. They quickly tired of books for younger children and turned to chapter books like Tarzan, The Hobbit, and Lord of the Rings forging Ellen’s love for reading.

Ellen started writing in Junior High with an assignment from her computer writing teacher. Her first attempt at a modern day Old Yeller crossover with NYPD Blue was “awful”, but that didn’t stop the inspiration from flowing. Ellen now writes contemporary romance novels with a realistic twist to them. If you’re looking for fairy tales, you won’t find them here as her characters deal with real life issues. She loves helping people with their writing, paying forward the help that she has received allowing her to be where she is today.

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Title: A Case of Serendipity
Author: K.J. Farnham
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2018

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Ruth Bateman is at her wit’s end. If Bucky’s Beans doesn’t stop spamming her phone with discount codes for frou-frou java concoctions, she’s going to flip. After multiple failed attempts to unsubscribe, Ruth takes to the company’s Facebook page to vent her frustration over the never-ending texts.

When attorney, Henry Mancuso, stumbles upon Ruth’s complaint, he has no idea that a simple Facebook scroll is going to change his life. Now, he has to get Ruth to agree to a class action lawsuit when she’s just looking for some peace on her mobile device—not a drawn-out case against a coffeehouse giant.

As Ruth and Henry battle the legal waters, a friendship full of fun and spontaneity blooms. But could something more be brewing between these two and this coffeehouse case?

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Still standing on my bed, I glance out the window and wonder if any of the condo residents across the river are watching me. One second, I’m watching a show on C-SPAN about the science and physics behind the conveniences of everyday life, and the next I’m reading a message from Ruth Bateman and jumping on my bed. Anthony is right. I am a nerdy lawyer.

Clutching my phone, I hop off my bed and retrieve the remote for my blinds from the drawer of my nightstand. As I hold down the button to close them, I scrutinize the mess I’ve made of my bed.

I’m straightening my sheets and comforter when my phone dings. Anxious to see if it’s Ruth Bateman, I stub my toe, causing the nail to bend backward. But that doesn’t stop me from pacing as I read the email that could set the Bucky’s case into motion.

Hi again, Henry. (I hope it’s okay if I call you that. Please feel free to call me Ruth.) My email address is ruthieb@gmail.com. Just so you’re aware, I don’t want to be involved with a lawsuit, nor do I want any sort of compensation from Bucky’s. (I assume you don’t do anything without the prospect of getting paid, so that’s why I’m bringing this up.) All I want is for the texts to stop.

Have a good night and enjoy the rest of your weekend!
Ruth 

“Okay,” I whisper, as I make my way to my office. I have a habit of thinking out loud when I’m trying to solve a problem, and Ruth’s comment about not wanting to be involved with a lawsuit has problem written all over it. “Maybe she’ll change her mind when she sees how many others are receiving the texts . . .” I type as I talk. “Maybe she’ll want to be more involved then.”

I’ve gone over this case in my head dozens upon dozens of times, so I know exactly what the letter to Ruth should say. Within five minutes, I’m done, and the message is whizzing through cyberspace to her inbox.

Now, I play the waiting game. I kill time by cleaning my keyboard with short bursts of compressed air. Then I dust and straighten the items on my desk—a stapler, a statue of the Empire State Building (which serves as the perfect paperweight) from when my family drove to New York City when I was in eighth grade, a framed photo of my family from last Christmas, and a magnetic paperclip holder.

By the time eleven o’clock rolls around, I decide it’s time to shut down my computer and head back to bed. Unlike me, Ruth Bateman must have better things to do on a Friday night than worry about unsolicited text messages from Bucky’s Beans.

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K.J. Farnham writes contemporary fiction for women and young adults. Her books are character-driven and focus on realistic themes like love, relationships, self-doubt, and social issues. She tries to infuse humor into her writing when appropriate, because she believes laughter is crucial for navigating through rough patches in life.

Farnham is a former educator who grew up in the Milwaukee area and now lives in western Wisconsin with her husband and three children. When not keeping up with her kids, she can usually be found reading or writing. Coffee, acoustic music, beach outings, and road trips are among her favorite things.

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My saving grace. My last supper.
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Author: D.B. Webb
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 3, 2018

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It should have been a terrible night. It should have left me gutted and alone. But instead I found him… or he found me, rather. What should have been the worst night of my life led me to a whirlwind love affair. But it was one that had a time limit. I knew it. He knew it. It was devastatingly beautiful.

I thought I’d left the man with amber eyes behind me. He was supposed to be a nice memory to keep for a rainy day. But here he is, handsome as ever, in my present. He’s bad news, but something keeps pulling me back to him like it had all those years ago.

My saving grace. My last supper. My perfect sinner.

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I was nervous, and I never got nervous. At least not when it came to girls. Especially not with girls who were heartbroken and on the rebound. They were the easy ones to get into bed, all vulnerable and shit. But she was different.

Ryan Patterson.

My best friend’s girl… except she wasn’t. Not now at least. He’d gone and screwed that up for himself by ditching her on her birthday. Honestly, if I had to guess, there was more to the story than Devlin was telling. I wanted to find out what Ryan supposedly “knew,” but Devlin had to save face. He wouldn’t ever own up to his indiscretions.

Devlin was the son of the wealthiest family on the East Coast. The Prince of Cali. And apparently asshole extraordinaire. He clearly didn’t get the memo that the role for asshole had been already taken by his best friend, who resided in New York.

I wasn’t being hard on myself either. I also wasn’t being self-deprecating. I was an ass. I knew it, and I didn’t care—not really. My dad was the king of jerkoffs, and I had learned from the best at a young age. I watched as he cheated his way to the top… of business and women. He hurt mom emotionally while he hurt me physically. Golden boy of the East Coast, abusive husband and father: Benjamin Bennett.

While good ol’ dad had set me up for failure in the relationship department, I still didn’t like when men treated women like trash. Okay, so I didn’t always treat them like princesses, but at least they knew that going into whatever it was we did. Usually they were one night hook ups that ended in me calling them a cab. But they always agreed. I was all about women being able to take a hold of their sexuality and use it in any way they wanted. If I could have meaningless sex, why couldn’t they?

But I wasn’t about to have sex with Ryan. No, I was on my way to a fancy restaurant to go on the first date I had been on in years. I should have felt nervous over what Devlin would do to me if he ever found out about this date, but of course I didn’t care.

I was too interested. Too mesmerized by Ryan and the way she didn’t give a shit about who I was. Too idiotic to think about the fact I was risking my future business with Devlin over a date.

But maybe she didn’t see this as a date? Maybe she saw it as a dinner her ex’s best friend that was forced upon her?

When I really got to thinking about it, the more I realized that this was not a date. Fuck that. I didn’t date. I messed around and never got into the emotional shit.

I didn’t have time for emotional shit. Especially complicated emotional shit. Because complicated was exactly what Ryan and I would be. No, I didn’t have time. I would give the poor girl her lunch, and bow out. She’d think I was a gentleman, and maybe it would ease the blow of their breakup or something. Things would end before they began—completely uncomplicated.

But I couldn’t help but to think… what a beautiful complication Ryan Patterson would be.

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A small town girl with big city dreams, author D.B. Webb has dreamed of being an author since she was old enough to read her first book. Inspired by the likes of Jane Austen, JK Rowling, Anne Rice, and more; her taste in books ranges from romance to horror. With Loving a Sinner under her belt, she has finally accomplished one of her dreams: being published. She has a husband who puts up with her crazy antics, and together they have a cat named Cat who keeps them entertained. You’ll find her sipping caramel macchiatos at her local coffee shop while reading the latest contemporary romance novel. She also has a blog, Minor Details, where you can find her thoughts and other writings.

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