She thought she knew everything she needed to know about him inย New York Timesย bestselling author Christine Rimmer’s first book in the brand-new Wild Rose Sistersย series!
How do you make up for four years of lost time?
No last names. No promises to meet again. No way for Payton Dahl to find the man whoโs the father of her twin boys. Until fate reunites themย four years later. Easton Wrightย nowย wants to be part of his sonsโ livesโwith the woman he fell hard for during those seven days and nights of bliss.ย Payton doesnโt want her sons to grow up fatherless like she did, butย can she risk trusting Easton when sheโs been burned in the past?
And okay, yes. Payton Dahl had given up flirting. Flirting too easily led to fooling around. Fooling around often became romance and right now in her life, she had no time at all for romantic entanglementsโnot even brief ones, which were pretty much the only kind sheโd ever known. She spent her nights tending bar and her days either helping at the family farm or huddled over her laptop.
For more than nine months, from January well into October, Payton had stuck with her plan to avoid men altogether. Yes, sheโd been tempted more than once by a sexy smile or a smoldering pair of bedroom eyes. Sheโd kept her eyes on the prize, though. Sheโd said no to temptation. Payton had stories inside her head. She intended to get them written down. That required discipline and for months, sheโd exercised strict self-control.
But then, on a Wednesday night in mid-October, a whole new level of temptation came calling, one that had irresistible written all over him.
That particular Wednesday night, the Larch Tree Lounge at the Heartwood Inn was deader than a frozen doorknob. In one of the booths, a very tired looking middle-aged couple argued in whispers without much enthusiasm. Cletus Carnigan, a nightly fixture in the lounge, sat slumped at one end of the bar gazing mournfully into his Logsdon Lager.
As usual, it promised to be a very long nightโuntil a tall, broad-shouldered stranger with tousled dark blond hair and cheekbones sharp as knives in his stunning, angular face took the stool at the opposite end of the bar from Cletus.
No flirting, Payton sternly reminded herself. Pasting on her most professional smile, she marched down the bar to greet the smoking-hot newcomer. โWelcome to the Larch Tree Lounge. What can I get you?โ
He ordered Redbreast Irish Whiskey, an admirable choiceโboth good quality and excellent value for the money. โAnd something to eat,โ he added. โWhatโs good?โ
โRight off the bat with the loaded question,โ she muttered under her breath.
He narrowed his gorgeous blue eyes at her. โIs there a problem?โ
โSort of.โ Unfortunately, not much was good at the Larch Tree Lounge. And while Payton despised lying to her customers, telling a guest that the food sucked wouldnโt do, either. She settled for evasion. โWhat are you in the mood for?โ
He studied her face at length. She stared right back at him for way too long while hummingbirds flitted around in her belly and an electric current went snapping and popping beneath the surface of her skin. Finally, he folded his lean hands on the bar, canted toward her and spoke confidentially. โItโs all bad. Is that what youโre telling me?โ
So much for evasion. What now? She didnโt want to lie about the food, but she didnโt want to get fired, either. Her best option at this point? Maybe a recommendation. The burgers were passable. โHow about a burger?โ
He was hiding a grin. She could see it kind of pulling at one corner of that fine mouth of his. โAn honest woman.โ
*****
Author Info:
A New York Times bestselling author, Christine Rimmer has written over ninety contemporary romances for Harlequin Books. Christine has won the Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewers Choice Award and has been nominated six times for the RITA Award. She lives in Oregon with her family. Visit Christine at http://www.christinerimmer.com.
When Susannah Peachy returns to her grandfatherโs potato farm to help out after her grandmotherโs injured, sheโs not ready to face her ex-beau. But with Peter Lambright pitching in to harvest her grandfatherโs crop, she canโt avoid him. For his familyโs sake, Peter canโt tell Susannah why he had to leave her. But sharing his secret could make all the difference for their futureโฆ
When Susannah stayed in New Hope last summer, she had quickly formed a close friendship with Dorcas Troyer. The two young, single women had enjoyed each otherโs company again when Susannah returned to New Hope for a week at Christmastime, and theyโd written to each other frequently throughout the last year.
In fact, Dorcas was the only person that Susannah had confided in when Peter asked to be her suitor the previous summerโฆand the only person Susannah had told about their breakup last January. She still remembered teardrops splashing onto the stationery as she wrote,
Peter wouldnโt give me any reason for ending our courtship, other than to say he doesnโt think weโre compatible, after all. But I know itโs because Iโve gained so much weight since last summer.
Her friend had written back,
Iโve known Peter for years and I canโt believe your weight is such an issue for him. Are you sure thatโs why he broke up with you? Could it be that he just finds it too difficult to carry on a long-distance courtship?
Susannah highly doubted that. After sheโd left New Hope the first time, Peterโs biweekly letters had been filled with proclamations of his affection for her. The couple had called each other at their respective phone shanties at three oโclock every other Sunday. Even after two hours of talking, theyโd never run out of things to share and laugh about. And although they had only been able to sneak off for an hour with each other when Susannah came to New Hope last Christmas, theyโd agreed their time alone together was the best part of the holiday.
Thatโs why it was so confusing that four days after she got home, Peter called and said he had decided to end their courtship. The change in his attitude was so abrupt it made Susannah feel as if he was an utter stranger. As if someone else had been pretending to be him on the phone and in his letters. Had been pretending to fall in love with her the way sheโd been falling in love with him.
โWhy?โ she had cried, as bewildered as she was devastated. โI donโt understand.โ
โWeโre just not a gut match.โ
โBut why arenโt we a gut match? What has changed all of a sudden?โ
โIโm sorry to hurt your feelings like this, Susannah, but I donโt want to discuss it further. Please accept my decision.โ
Afterward, she went over it and over it in her mind, trying to figure out what could have possibly changed to make Peter end their relationship. The only thing she could come up with was that once heโd seen her again, he was no longer drawn to her because of how much heavier sheโd gotten. Maybe that was why heโd held his tongue about his reason; he hadnโt wanted to hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. But whether he said it aloud or not, sheโd been crushed to discover that Peter valued how she looked more than who she was. That he was rejecting her because of her weight gain.
Likewise, in the following months she was disappointed when certain other men accepted her because of her appearance. During the past spring and summer, sheโd had no fewer than four bachelors in Dover ask to court her. Susannah would have felt honored, if it hadnโt been for the fact that theyโd all known her for at least ten years and theyโd never expressed an interest in her until she was slender.
*****
Author Info:
Carrie Lighte enjoys traveling to Amish communities across the United States and she hopes to visit a few in Canada soon, too. When she isn’t writing, reading or researching, she likes to hike, kayak and spend time at the beach.
Convinced his brother was wrongly convicted of murder years ago, detective Cash Rylandโs determined to find the real killerโeven if it puts him in the crosshairs. But he needs help from cold case investigator Mae Vogel, whom he mistreated in high school. Can they put their past aside to solve the murderโฆbefore the killer succeeds in silencing them for good?
She moved toward the lawn chairs Mom and Grandma Rose were sitting in, glanced up at the radiant display and smacked into marble.
Nope. A man.
She peered up to apologize, but the words died on her lips as recognition dawned. Cash Ryland. Mae hadnโt laid eyes on him, by design, since high school.
Maybe this was the origin surrounding her jittery feeling.
She put some pep in her step and moved backward, but Cashโs tanned arm reached out, as if assuming sheโd stumbled and not retreated from him.
She swatted away his steady hand. โIโm perfectly fine.โ No need for physical touch between them.
His thick eyebrows tweaked upward. โSorry.โ His voice had grown deeper, huskier since he was a kid. Cash shoved his hand into his pocket, drawing her eye to the badge clipped to his thick black belt looping through well-fitted jeans.
What? How in the world did Cash Ryland make it into any branch of law enforcement and why would he want to? His teenage years had been spent as a juvenile delinquent. Not that sheโd imagined what Cash might be doing now, but if she had it would be more along the lines of doing time for drug possession or grand larceny or maybe both. Not on the grounds with a criminal investigations division badge from Willow Banks Sheriffโs Office.
Unbelievable.
โYou never were too good at masking your feelings.โ
She glanced from his badge to his face and his lopsided grin rolled another wave into her stomach. How dare her body betray her common sense by being attracted to his strong, chiseled features.
His blond hair had turned a little sandier, but it worked for him, unfortunately. His eyes hadnโt changedโthey were still the same intense shade of blue that won the hearts of girls determined to rebel against their parents. Cash had never been meet-the-parents material, unless a girl wanted to give them a heart attack and end up grounded for life.
Not Mae.
Mae knew better.
And sheโd still been charmed then burned.
Speak, Mae. You have to at least speak. โIโm just surprised, I guess.โ As if she were still a high school girl enamored by the bad boy of Willow Banks and unsure of herself, she folded her arms, which felt like dead weight across her chest.
Cash Rylandโa detective. Sheโd seen it all.
โWell, itโs a surprising thing. Umโฆโ He scratched the back of his neck. โI actually was looking for you. I saw your family and hoped you would be here. Your brother mentioned you were in town on vacation.โ
Why did Barrett have vocal cords? He hadnโt mentioned Cash to her. But then, why would he? Barrett was clueless about what had transpired during her senior year with Cash. All he knew was Mae had tutored Cash in English. But if anyone had been schooled that semester, it was Mae.
โBarrett talks too much.โ She tried to pass around him, but he blocked her. โDetective or not,โ Mae said, tossing grit into her tone, โif you donโt move, Iโm going to move you. And I promise you, size doesnโt matter. I can do it.โ
While Cash towered above her five-foot-one frame, she was not porcelain, and attached to her petite frame was the muscle to maneuver him if necessary.
His hands shot up in surrender, but there was no teasing in his eyes. โI have no doubt, Mae. Youโve always been strong.โ
No one had ever uttered those words about her before, but flattery wasnโt going to get him one solid inch. His charm no longer affected her.
He cleared a path for her to flee. โI just want to talk to you for a minute or two. Please?โ
*****
Author Info:
Publishers Weekly Bestselling author Jessica R. Patch is known for her dry wit and signature twists. When she’s not hunched over her laptop, you can find her cozy on the couch in her mid-south home reading books by her favorite authors, watching movies with her family, and collecting recipes to amazing dishes she’ll probably never cook. Sign up for her newsletter “Patched In” at http://www.jessicarpatch.com.ย
Private investigator Shawn West is stunned when the attack victim he rescues is Addy Williamsโthe one woman he never forgot. Sheโs turning a quiet upstate New York town inside out to bring her missing sister home by Christmas. Shawn offers to help if she’ll provide a cover for his own investigation into a suspicious company in town, but can they work together to find Addy’s sisterโฆor are they already too late?
The doors to the kitchen swung outward, and the man reappeared, a white plastic bag in one hand and Cassieโs picture in the other.
Addy slid her phone back into her purse and rose. The pity she saw in the manโs face as he drew nearer dashed the hope that had swelled in her chest.
โI showed your sisterโs picture to everyone whoโs still here, and no one recognized her. Iโm sorry.โ
Two solid days of showing Cassieโs picture everywhere she could think of in Bentham and nothing. No one remembered seeing her.
โThanks, anyway.โ She didnโt bother trying to muster a smile of thanks. She reached in her purse for her wallet.
โNo charge,โ he said, thrusting her food and Cassieโs picture at her. โYou take care of yourself.โ
Addy looked up into the manโs now compassion-filled eyes and wiped away the single tear she couldnโt stop from falling. โThank you,โ she croaked out before turning and fleeing the restaurant before the dam of tears broke.
Silver garlands hung from the streetlamps along with fluttering signs ordering the denizens of Bentham to have a happy holiday. The lamps themselves were spaced too far apart for the weak yellow light they cast off to beat back the dark December night.
Five blocks west, cars coasted along one of Benthamโs main thoroughfares, but the street in front of Addy was clear and quiet, the surrounding businesses having long since closed for the night.
Sheโd left the metallic-blue Mustang sheโd rented for the two-hour drive from Manhattan to Bentham in the hotelโs parking lot. It was easier to canvass the neighborhood on foot. All she had to show for her effort were sore feet.
A footstep sounded as she pocketed her phone. Shooting a glance over her shoulder, she squinted into the darkness but saw no one.
Youโre just not used to so much quiet, she thought, walking on.
Sheโd lived in New York City since she was twelve but spent summers on her grandfatherโs ranch in Texas. Sheโd loved the ranch almost as much as she loved the city, but New York wasnโt called the city that never slept for nothing. There was always something to do and see, and she was used to being surrounded by thousands of people, even though sheโd been very much alone since Cassie moved to Bentham.
A scraping sound came from close behind her, followed by the unmistakable sound of fast-moving footsteps.
She turned, intending to move to the side, when a hand clamped around her ponytail, jerking her backward against a hard chest.
It took a moment for her brain to catch up with what was happening, and by the time it did, her assailant had taken his beefy hand from her hair and clamped it over her mouth.
Addy fought her rising panic. Like any savvy city girl, sheโd taken self-defense classes, but it had been a while since sheโd brushed up. Sheโd never thought sheโd actually have to use any of those techniques.
She tried to pull away, but the manโs arm was like a vise around her neck.
โDonโt fight, and I wonโt hurt you,โ the man growled.
She didnโt believe that for a minute. Sheโd left the small gun she carried for protection locked in her carโs glove compartment, a decision she regretted now. Whoโd have thought the streets of Bentham were more dangerous than Manhattan?
Well, she had no intention of going down without a fight, gun or no gun. She sent up a quick prayer and fisted her hands at the same time a yell came from somewhere in the night.
*****
Author Info:
K.D. Richards is aย native of the Washington, DC area who now lives outside of Toronto with her husband and two sons. You can find her at kdrichardsbooks.com.
Six years ago, Dylan Turner walked out of Penelope Spark’s life and she never thought she’d see him again, but now he’s back. Could a secret from the past destroy their second chance at love? Fall for this hard-working hottie in When You Mine by Mila Nicks, a Reunited Lovers Romance, the next book in the Blue Collar Romance Series.
When You Were Mine
a Reunited Lovers Romance
Blue Collar Romance Series
by Mila Nicks
Blurb:
From Mila Nicks comes a second chance romance packed with charm, heart, and a swoon worthy happily ever after.
When bad boy Dylan Turner walked out of Penelope Sparkโs life six years ago, she was convinced sheโd never see him again. Now a single mom to her daughter, Tabitha, and the owner of a small candle shop, Penelope looks forward to a stable life without heartbreak.
That was before Dylan Turner showed up in Oak Bend like a relic from the past. Even worse? Heโs rented the apartment next-door. A few years older and more mature but still with a bad boy edge, Dylan is a firefighter just trying to figure out what he wants in life. Could that be a second chance with Penelope?
But there is one minor problem. Penelope has a secret thatโs six years in the making. One that might destroy their relationship for good. If theyโre meant to be together, theyโll need to come to terms with the past and learn to trust each other again. Is it possible their first love is their forever love?
Welcome to Oak Bend where blue-collar hotties work hard and love even harder, especially when it comes to landing their happily ever after.
โJust like old times,โ he said, plopping a baseball hat over my head. He led the way onto the field with the diamond marking, dugout, and bleachers in the distance. None of it had changed; it was exactly like it was when we were in high school.
I didnโt object as he put on a catcherโs mitt and offered me a baseball bat. He tossed the baseball up into the air and caught it without his eyes on it. I gave a disbelieving laugh and shook my head side to side. He was so utterly hopeless.
โStill the cockiest player on the field,โ I muttered.
โIsnโt that why you liked me so much?โ
My eyes narrowed. โYou realize you just proved my point, right? Didnโt they use to call you Heavy Hitter for a reason?โ
He laughed, moving closer. So close he couldโve kissed me if he wanted. โRemember your nickname? Think it started with Ball and ended with Buster?โ
โSomeone has to keep your huge ego in check.โ
โYou were always good at the job,โ he said with another husky laugh. He backed away and motioned for me to get in position. โGo on. Youโre up to bat, Spark. Time to hit a home run.โ
โWe both know Iโm the worst baseball player known to man.โ
โBut you look so dang cute in the hat and wiggling your booty like you do when you go to swing.โ He was being bold flirting like that, but then again, I liked it. โOnly wish you could be in my jersey again. I liked when you used to wear it.โ
I stood still for a second, the bat limp in my grasp as nostalgia hit me. โMe too.โ
We let the confession hang in the air for another second before moving on. He cleared his throat and winded up. I shook out my shoulders and bent my knees, booty out just the way that distracted him. Our eyes met in an intense stare off, his stormy grays connecting with my deep browns.
โReady?โ
โBeen ready.โ
He held in a laugh as he pitched the ball in my direction. I swung and missedโand swore under my breath. For as crap a player as I was, I was also competitive as hell. I hated to lose. Something Dylan knew and loved about me. My grip tightened on the bat and I demanded he pitch again.
The second time I swung harder and sent the ball hurtling into foul territory. No beats were missed as I told him to pitch a third time. He followed instruction and threw the ball at me. A tenacious growl left me when I swung, prompting a laugh out of him, making my heart beat in pride.
The ball soared across the field. I kicked off my wedge sandals and split into a fast sprint, moving faster than even I expected. Iโd always been a runner, on the girlsโ track team during our high school days, faster than a gazelle they used to say.
Dylan was fast after me. As I dashed barefoot across the wet grass of the baseball field, he tracked me down like a lion on the hunt. We were both laughing, the melodic carefree sound ringing in the otherwise quiet night air.
Inches before he could tag me, I jumped onto home plate with triumphant arms in the air. He caught up a split second after, plucking me off my feet. I squealed as he swept me up into his arms and he spun us around in dizzying circles. My arms slid around his neck into what felt like the most natural position in the world, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back in laughter.
Copyright 2021 Mila Nicks
*****
Author Info:
Mila Nicks is a romance author on a mission to pen entertaining love stories featuring women of color.
From the time she was a small girl with crayons and an overactive imagination, sheโs had a passion for storytelling. In addition to serving ten years in the United States Air Force, she has received her Bachelorโs degree in Journalism and an MFA in Creative Writing.
When she isnโt busy tapping away at her keyboard, you can find her binge-watching her favorite TV shows, daydreaming about her next vacation across the globe, or spending quality time with her spunky pet Chihuahua, Zayden.ย
Jingle Bell Hell, an all-new awkward meets sexy rom com from New York Times bestselling author Denise Grover Swank and USA Today bestselling author A.R. Casella is available now!
Jingle Bell Hell
Bad Luck Club series
by A.R. Casella and Denise Grover Swank
Blurb:
Sheโs a sexually repressed control freak. Heโs a muscular ex-con with heavier baggage than Santaโs toy bag. Theyโre everything each other never wanted.
Mary
Iโm usually the first person on my block to decorate for Christmas. This year? Humbug.
My six-year-old son, Aidan, just had a meltdown after learning some hard truths from a drunk Santa impersonator, and I can no longer deny we both need help. Change is hard for Aidan, and right now heโs dealing with several big ones, including A) his father abandoning us, B) our move to Asheville, and C) the Santa snafu.
And me? Iโm a control freak, and my life is more out-of-control than a sled on ice.
Thatโs why I agree to let Aidan join Butterfly Buddies, a group that matches kids with adult mentors.
Itโs also why I agree to a mentor of my ownโterrifying, pink-haired Nicole, who wants to help me live life on the wild side. Her advice is strangely compelling, especially after I meet Aidanโs new โbuddy,โ a gorgeous tattooed hunk of a man who makes me wish there werenโt cobwebs in my…well, you know.
Jace
Mary OโShea is sexy as hell, but she doesnโt know it.
She also doesnโt know Iโm an ex-con, and if she finds out that I served three years in prison, extenuating circumstances wonโt matter to her.
The last thing I should do is get attached to her kid…or her, but I didnโt get in this position by making good decisions.
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Jace reaches toward my face, and my heart feels like itโs about to beat out of my chest as his fingers near the soft flesh of my cheek. When he tucks an escaped lock of hair behind my ear, I almost melt into a puddle.
โYouโre a good mom,โ he says. โAnd you were probably right. It might not be a good idea for Aidan to get too attached to me, and me to him, given that you and I are attracted to each other.โ
Shock roils through me. Itโs as if Iโve opened my eyes and found myself on a different planet, where the ground is as solid as a bounce house and left is right and right is left.
No, itโs not possible.
I gawk at him, taking in his sparkling eyes, the golden ends of his hair, and that short beard that shouldnโt look good, but oh God, it looks really goodโฆ
โDid you just sayโฆ?โ I start.
Itโs then that Aidan bursts through the door, holding something in his hand. He thrusts it out in front of him, scrunching his nose. โDid you get me this, Mom? It came in the box with my game. It was in a container, but I took it out.โ
Shock renders me mute and still, like a pillar of salt. Especially since I can feel the intense scrutiny of Jaceโs eyes. Thereโs no way Aidan knows what heโs holding, but Jace must know.
No, no, no, no, no, this canโt be happening.
The vibrator wasnโt supposed to come until tomorrow. Why would they pack it with a childrenโs board game?
A twisted sense of humor? A lack of reasonable bathroom breaks in the warehouse?
Aidan waves the bright pink vibrator around.
โThereโs a little rabbit on it. Is it some kind of toy for Christmas? The package says itโs a magic wand thatโs supposed to make people moan, but they spelled magic with a k, and it didnโt come with a spell book or anything.โ He pulls a face. โI guess I can just use it with the Harry Potter spells. It does vibrate like itโs doing magic, and it can whirl in circles too.โ
A short laugh sputters out of Jace.
My face is so red, it might as well be a fire truck. Magik wand. At least the name offers a reasonable explanation. For a six-year-old. God help me, I canโt bear to look at Jace.
I make a grab for the vibrator, but Aidan evades me.
โWhyโd you get it in pink, Mom? You know greenโs my favorite color.โ
Jace clears his throat, but nope, I still canโt look at him. Heโs not laughing anymore, but I know he probably wants to. Who wouldnโt? If he did feel some sort of passing attraction to me before this, he certainly doesnโt now.
โAidan,โ Jace says slowly, his voice husky. โThere are toys for adults too. Thatโs probably something your mom got as a treat for herself, although Iโm sure sheโll get you a Harry Potter wand for Christmas if you want one. Let her have it.โ
Aidan does, which is what I wanted, but then I have a vibrator in my hand.I think for a moment and then stuff it into my bag. The tip instantly pops out, unmistakable.
What is happening to me?
โIt must be some kind of mistake,โ I say, finally forcing myself to meet Jaceโs gaze. โI didnโt order this. I wouldnโtโฆโ
I thought Iโd see laughter there, because heโs only human, but all traces of it are gone, and now heโs looking at me like Iโm the last slice of birthday cake at an office birthday party. No, like Iโm the first.
*****
Review:
**Maybe, possibly, some minor spoilers ahead**
I’m not sure I’ve ever read anything by Swank or Casella but I gotta say I really enjoyed myself with Jingle Bell Hell. It’s fun and humor, mixed together will all kinds of feels. While there’s a bit of drama over Jase’s past, it’s handled well, plus I appreciate that it wasn’t drawn out through a big part of the book. And Mary comes at it with maturity, owning up to her reaction to the news … well, eventually. Which is pretty much the way both of them make their way through all of their ups and downs, with reason and facing it head on. It’s not a smooth ride but they manage to come out the other side together.
If you are looking for a entertaining, sweet read, you can’t go wrong here.
(Part of a series but can easily stand on its own.)
*****
Author Info:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in her own mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many unspeakable tasks. She has six children and hasnโt lost her sanity. Or so she leads you to believe.
A.R. CASELLA is a freelance developmental editor by day, writer by night. She lives in Asheville, NC with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and a variable number of fish. Her pastimes include chasing around her toddler, baking delicious treats, and occasional bouts of crocheting. Any Luck at All, co-written with New York Times bestselling author Denise Grover Swank, is her first book.
When a local wilderness lodge almost cancels its Twelve Days of Christmas festival, Emma Halloran leaps at the chance to convince the owners of her vision for the business.ย But Luke Emersonย has his own plansโtoย keep the lodge in the family andย protect his grandfatherโs legacy.ย As they work together, Lukeย and Emma are increasingly drawn to each other.ย Canย theseย utter opposites unite over their shared passion this Christmas?
And while he didnโt get why the Brownie leader was intent on making the tree into a rainbow bird, he wanted to do right by the kids. The small troop had asked him to helpโa request that had earned a storm cloud of a frown from โMs. Emmaโโbecause he was the tallest person present who wasnโt already working on a tree. The girls also seemed to think being the local game warden gave him some sort of magical knowledge about bird-themed crafts. If feather number one hadnโt proved them wrong, feather two sure had.
No matter. He couldnโt disappoint the girls, even though he had electrical cords to run, spotlights to position and a staff to organize. And at the top of his to-do list: keep his grandfather from leaving his house to survey the action.
Luke gritted his teeth at the possibility of Hank Emerson trying to hook up the power connections for the trees while hacking up phlegm from his pneumonia-ridden lungs. No. Hank was going to keep his stubborn ass fixed to his well-worn couch for the next twelve days, and Luke would do everything else that needed doing.
He got into a rhythm, fully covering the high-up branches the little girls couldnโt reach with their shorter arms and rubber cement.
โNow the sparkles.โ A Brownie peered at him hopefully as she held out a can of spray paint. No, spray glitter.
โYour troop leader didnโt mention sparkles,โ he said.
The girl pressed the can into his hand. โWe want it on the edges.โ
โYou got it.โ He was asking for a dressing-down from Emma for following the girlsโ instructions instead of hers, but she was nowhere to be seen and time was running out. With a careful hand, he sprayed the tips of as many feathers as he could. The Brownies oohed and aahed.
Choking on the fumes, he stepped back, forcing a straight face as he took in the eyesore. It was a good thing every charity or youth group who entered the twelve-day contest received at least a portion of the total funds raised. If the money was solely awarded to the first-place team, the Brownies wouldnโt have a chance at the new canoes they hoped to afford.
The Brownies were clearly of a different mind. They gazed at their creation, faces shining as bright as the pink-and-blue lights Emma had wound through the branches at exact one-inch intervals. Feathers filled in the rest of the spaces. An extra-large papier-mรขchรฉ pear, wrapped in green, raindrop-size LED bulbs, topped the kaleidoscope monstrosity.
A pear in a partridge tree.
Only Emmaโฆ
โLooking great, girls,โ he lied.
โThatโs a big frown, Warden Emerson.โ
The mild comment came from beside him.
He spun, facing Emma Halloran and her glossy red smirk. It didnโt matter the occasionโEmma was always done up like she was anticipating an Instagram photoshoot.
And no matter how many times she shot his flannel shirts and muddy work boots a disdainful look, he still struggled to keep his eyes off her. Her wool coat hid the curves of her tall figure, but heโd been able to conjure a mental image of her sexy shape since she sat behind him in twelfth grade English class. Heโd turned around so often, trying to bring a blush to her pale cheeks, heโd had to go to the chiropractor for a kink in his neck.
Not much had changed in sixteen years. Not her sleek brown hair begging to be mussed, nor her legs, longer than the Gallatin River.
Nor her love of getting under his skin.
*****
Author Info:
Born and raised in a small Vancouver Island town, Laurel picked up her pen to write Julie Garwood fan-fiction during junior high English class. She hasn’t put it down since. Ever committed to the proper placement of the Canadian “eh,” she loves to write books with snapping sexual tension and second chances. She lives outside Vancouver with her law-talking husband and two daughters. At least half her diet is made up of tea. Find her at www.laurelgreer.com.
This first story in The Christmas Project series sees neurologist Chloe Bailey and surgeon Sam Powellreunited in beautiful Jamaica, where they have to face the consequences of that one hot night!
Christmas Miracle in Jamaica
The Christmas Project series
by Ann McIntosh
Blurb:
โTis the season For surprises! One unforgettable night with surgeon Sam Powell signaled a newfound independence for freshly divorced neurologist Chloe Bailey. She never thought sheโd see Sam again, until a new assignment takes her to stunning Jamaica for Christmas and Sam is there, too! But when Chloe discovers sheโs pregnant, itโs life-changing for both of them! Sam will always be the father of her baby, but is he about to become a whole lot more?
Waking up five thousand miles away from her London home to her solicitorโs text saying the entire ordeal of getting free from Finn was over had made her equal parts sad and relieved. Finn had fought the divorce every step of the way, making what should have been a straightforward matter into a circus. Creating discord, spouting ridiculous demands and accusations, trying to force Chloe to go back to him rather than go through with severing the marriage.
She hadnโt cheated or lied. Finn had. Yet here she was, left holding the bag.
As she twisted the empty glass back and forth between her fingers, she heard her grandmotherโs voice, clear as day, as though the older lady was beside her and whispered into her ear.
โAnyone who thinks life is always going to be easy is a jackass. When things get tough, lift up your head and look for the advantage. Thereโs always one, but usually you have to seek it out.โ
That was Granโs reaction anytime one of the family was dispirited or gloomy, but the familiar refrain rang hollow now.
โWhat possible advantage could there be to this mess?โ she muttered.
But her brain was already whirring, putting aside the depressing, self-pitying thoughts and searching for the elusive silver lining.
Professionally, the breakup hadnโt changed anything. Her position at the Royal Kensington Hospital was both secure and rewarding, and the cutting-edge research she was involved in gave her a great deal of satisfaction. It was personally that sheโd suffered, and perhaps that was where she could benefit?
All her life sheโd been so careful, terrified of diminishing her good name, constantly aware that her parents expected her to set the best possible example for her younger siblings. Well, much of that had gone out the window over the last couple of years, leaving herโฆ
Free.
To do things sheโd wanted to but shied away from because they were risky or could potentially make others think less of her.
Sheโd always been so careful, so conservative and conventional. Wasnโt it time she let loose a little?
โCan I get you another tonic water?โ
Startled, Chloe looked up at the bartender, and instinctively nodded. โYes, thank you.โ
She wasnโt ready to retire to her lonely hotel bed, knowing sheโd only lie sleepless while she wrestled with all the ramifications of the life-changes she was going through.
But as the other woman began to turn away, Chloe was struck by a totally different type of impulse.
โWait,โ she said, causing the bartender to pause. โDo you serve mojitos?โ
โSure,โ the woman replied with a smile. โWouldnโt be a real bar if we didnโt.โ
โIโve always wanted to try one,โ Chloe said, ignoring the whisper in her head telling her she rarely drank and she should be more careful, here in a strange city with no one to watch out for her.
โOne mojito, coming up,โ the bartender said, her smile widening.
โBrilliant,โ Chloe replied, grinning in return.
When her drink came, she silently toasted her grandmother and her own quiet revolution, determined to make up for all the lost years of being so timid sheโd forgotten how to actually live.
And when she found her gaze snagged by that of a very handsome man sitting across the bar, she refused to give in to the impulse to look away. Instead, she kept her eyes locked on his and raised her glass once more to her lips to sip the delicious liquid.
Then, as the gentleman in question rose and began to make his way toward her, she let herself smile, just a little, feeling excitement quicken her blood.
Hereโs to new beginnings.
*****
Author Info:
I was born in the tropics, Jamaica to be precise, lived in the frozen North (Ontario, Canada) for a number of years, and now reside in sunny central Florida with my husband. I’m a proud Mama to three grown children, love tea, crafting, animals (except reptiles!), bacon, and the ocean. I firmly believe in the power of romance to heal, inspire and provide hope in our complex world.
Nothing about CJ Everhart is traditional, from her blue collar job to her thoughts on relationships but now that sheโs thirty, she wonders if there is more for her than the life sheโs living.ย Enter big-city transplant, Peyton Quinn, and CJ canโt deny the chemistry between them, but can Peyton convince her to take a chance on love? Fall for this hard-working hottie in Hold Onto the Stars by Tracy Broemmer, a Blind Date Romance, the next book in the Blue Collar Romance Series.
Hold Onto the Stars
A Blind Date Romance
Blue Collar Romance series
by Tracy Broemmer
Blurb:
From author Tracy Broemmer comes a blue collar, blind date romance with a fun twist, a sassy heroine, and a happily ever after.
CJ Everhartโsmall town girl, licensed electrician, professional sports fan. With her thirtieth birthday in the rearview mirror, CJ canโt help but wonder if thereโs more to life than what small-town Oak Bend, Michigan has to offer. Nothing about CJ is what the people of Oak Bend would call traditional from her blue-collar roots and reputation as one of the townโs best electricians, to her thoughts on what she really needs in a relationship. Sheโs not the kind of girl who needs flowers or other silly romantic gestures, and her ideal future bucks the small-town script of marriage, babies, and soccer-mom minivans.
Peyton Quinnโbig city guy, elementary school teacher, new to small-town living. Transplanted from a Chicago suburb, Peyton moves to Oak Bend for a change of paceโoh, and to hide from his well-meaning family. Enter a well-meaning friend who sets him up with the perfect blind date. Too bad she doesnโt hold a candle to the mysterious Tigers fan that he ran into in a local sports bar.
When their paths cross, sparks fly between CJ and Peyton. CJ doesnโt deny the attraction, though she insists sheโs not the kind of woman Peyton needs. But the more theyโre around each other, the more Peyton believes fate brought them together.
Can Peyton convince CJ they were made for each other and the sky is the limit for their love if they can hold onto the stars?
CJ tried to keep her eyes off him. After all, he was Violetโs date. Never mind the fact that he was the best-looking guy in the bar, the most interesting thing to happen in Oak Bend since Sherry brought in the Fifty Shades of Grey series to their little local library, and currently leaning over the pool table, putting some prime all-American male on display. CJ let her eyes roam over his arms, the way his shirt bunched up a bit over his biceps. One of his hands rested on the green felt, propping the pool cue, while the other held the cue loosely as he eyed his shot.
Cheeks hot, she dragged her eyes over his backsideโshe liked a man who filled out his jeans the way he didโand glanced at Violet, ready to beg for forgiveness. But Violet had her back to the table, talking to a few guys they had gone to school with. CJ looked back at Peyton when she heard the clack of the cue ball. She watched two solids drop into the corner pocket, totally unprepared when he looked up and hit her with that intense gaze.
โLucky shot,โ he said around a sheepish grin.
CJ simply smiled and watched him study the table for his next shot. When he did finally step closer to the table and lean, she let out a quiet groan. Embarrassed, she bit her lip when he straightened and looked at her in askance.
โWhat?โ
โNothing.โ She shook her head.
โCโmon.โ He turned to her and tipped his head. โWhatโre you thinking?โ
โThatโs not your best shot,โ she mumbled.
โNo?โ He looked back at the table with a frown.
โYouโre not at a good angle.โ
Uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny when he shifted his gaze back to her, CJ grabbed her beer and drained it.
โThe two ball is less than an inch off the corner pocket,โ he told her.
And that less than an inch would mean he would miss the shot, but she simply shrugged and nodded to the table. With her beer gone, Violet still engaged in conversation, and nothing to do with her hands, CJ folded her arms over her chest and watched Peyton take the shot. It wasnโt pretty, but after a second of bumping around, it dropped into the pocket.
โWhat shot would you have taken?โ he asked her as he eyed the table again.
โThe five at the side,โ she answered without hesitation. He swung his gaze to the five and shrugged, but he nodded. The last shot had left him with nothing good this time, so CJโs eyes wandered over his backside again.
โYouโre dry.โ
CJ stared at him blankly when he joined her at the high-top table. Watching the fluid motion of his body moving around the table had been entertaining, and while her panties hadnโt melted, she was aroused enough to feel flustered by his comment.
Copyright 2021 Tracy Broemmer
*****
Author Info:
An only child, Tracy Broemmer grew up with a wild imagination. An avid reader from a young age, she spent a lot of time with her nose buried in books and a lot of time making up her own stories. She penned her first book in grade school and hasnโt stopped writing since then.
โWhen sheโs not writing, you might find her with a book in hand, or maybe a glass of wine, or maybe a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Tracy enjoys spending time with her family, traveling with her husband of twenty-eight years, music, NFL, and MLB. Tracy is the author of the Lorelei Bluffs womenโs fiction series, the Williams Legacy, and several stand-alone womenโs fiction novels. She has recently dabbled in contemporary romance, as well.
โTracyโs books have been called gripping, emotional, and timely, and readers describe her characters as real and relatable.
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The sexy Navy chief and his best friendโs adorkable little brotherโฆ
Itโs petty, but Naval Chief Derrick Fox wishes he could exact a little revenge on his ex by showing off a rebound fling. His submarine is due to return to its Bremerton, Washington, home base soon and Derrick knows all too well there won’t be anyone waiting with a big, showy welcome.
Enter one ill-advised planโฆ
Arthur Euler is the guy you go to in a pinchโhe’s excellent at out-of-the-box solutions. It’s what the genius music-slash-computer nerd is known for. So when he finds out Derrick needs a favor, heโs happy to help. He can muster the sort of welcome a Naval Chief deserves, no problem at all.
Except it is a problem. A very big problem.
When Arthurโs homecoming welcome is a little too convincing, when a video of their gangplank smooch goes enormously viral, they’re caught between a dock and a hard place. Neither of them ever expected a temporary fake relationship to lookโor feelโso real. And Arthur certainly never considered he’d be fighting for a very much not-fake forever with a military man.
Arthur turned out hot. That was my first thought when I spotted him after I heard my name called. Derrick. My actual name, not Fox, not Chief, and outside of Calder a couple of times, I hadnโt heard that name in months. And definitely not like that, all eager and excited and happy. On the sub, hearing my name inevitably meant that someone needed something right that minute, but the way Arthur said it didnโt inspire dread at all.
Iโd already been caught up in the energy of the day. Homecoming day was always exciting, even if I didnโt usually have someone waiting. The whole crew was jostling about, getting into our dress whites, making sure everything from our cover to the chest candy of ribbons and medals to the gig line was perfectly straight. Getting chosen to be on deck as we came into port was an honor, one that I usually let others, especially those with kids, fight over, since there was still plenty to do belowdecks in preparation and support. As the chief sonar tech, I was responsible for working with the A-gangers from engineering and the operations department to help navigate us in. Adrenaline was contagious, and by the time my department was cleared to disembark, I had enough energy to rival the reactor that powered the sub.
And then I heard my name.
I recognized Arthurโs red hair right away. But the restโฆ
Wow. Arthur had grown hot. Still shorter than me and skinnier, but wiry now, each lean muscle defined under a thin white shirt and tight jeans. No signs of his ever-present too-big nerd-humor tees. Same startling green eyes as before, though, and a new, more chiseled jaw sporting the perfect amount of fuzz. Heโd grown into his long regal nose, and the hair that had seemed to have a life of its own when heโd been a teen was sculpted now, this perfectly styled wave that made me want to mess it up. His hands, which had always seemed too big for the rest of him, were clutching a giant sign.
For me.
And for a secondโa literal instant when our eyes met and time stoppedโI forgot it wasnโt real. And in that moment, I wanted it to be. Someone smiling that broadly for me. Had Steve ever been so happy to see me? Hell, I wasnโt even sure the poodle my grandmother had let me keep had been that happy. Arthur just radiated pure joy. The kid was one hell of an actor.
โWelcome home.โ Even his voice was different. Deeper. Sexier.
โHey,โ I said because I was simply that brilliant at conversation. I reached an arm out, instinctively going for a handshake, but Arthur shifted his sign and met me partway, coming in for a hug.
A really tight hug.
Damn, he felt good. Amazing really. Solid muscle against me, hair tickling my nose, exactly as silky as it looked, strong arms able to haul me in and hold me tight. He smelled like mint and green tea, two things in short supply on a boat that tended to smell like old socks on a good day. Sweet. I inhaled deeply as his lips brushed my ear.
โCalder said to kiss you,โ he whispered. โAnd I want to. But you gotta tell me youโre good with that first.โ
Was I good with that? Hot guy who smelled like a concoction I wanted to drink every day for a month wanted to kiss me. And ordinarily, the friendship code would put Arthur far, far off-limits, but here was Calder telling us to kiss. It was a free pass, the sort Iโd be a fool to turn down.
I wasnโt a fool.
And what harm could a peck do?
โYeah.โ My voice was a rough whisper, and I didnโt have a chance to brace myself before Arthur was sliding his mouth over from my ear to mouth. A double shot of tequila would have had less punch than the first brush of contact.
And okay, not a peck.
We were kissing. Arthur and I, which should have been weird but somehow wasnโt. At all. Someone whooped behind us, but almost all of my attention was riveted on Arthur, like I was on watch and every sense was heightened lest I miss something vital.
Like how soft his lips were. Full too. Or the bristle of his scruff against my cheek. Iโd done a submarine shave that morning, not my best job, but close enough that the rasp of beard felt electric. Our chests were pressed so tightly that I could feel his heart pounding. Or maybe that was mine, blood zooming to places that had been in deep freeze for months.
โWow.โ Arthur pulled back, leaving me dazed and still clinging to him.
โDamn.โ The statuesque purple-haired woman heโd been standing with laughed loudly and thumped Arthurโs shoulder. โIs that the best you can do? Your man has been at sea how many months?โ
Your man. If only. If he were actually mine, weโd be racing across base, a mad dash to find a room with a door. But he wasnโt and all weโd ever have was this moment. A potent mix of want and resolve raced through me as suddenly I was determined to make this count.
I pulled him back to me, and this time when our mouths collided, I was ready. Ready to taste. Ready to absorb every single detail. Ready to seize control and kiss like the world might be ending.
And it could have. Not sure I would have noticed. Everything faded away. The crowd. The docks. The balloons Arthur had been clutching and his sign both as his strong hands clung to my shoulders as we kissed in earnest. He tasted like he smelled, sweet and minty, and his tongue against mine was like floodlights coming on.
โWelcome home,โ Arthur breathed against my mouth as the sound of applause gradually pulled me back into awareness of our surroundings. Applause. Whoops of laughter. Clicking cameras. But still I couldnโt seem to look away from him.
*****
Review:
From reading other reviews on Goodreads, it looks like Albert has quite the following, especially for her military romances, and I’ve got to say that I can see why. Her writing is enjoyable and her characters are likable. Throw in a story-line that handles some of romance’s most popular tropes well and she delivers a satisfying read.
My favorite part is the support that solid, oh-so-serious Derrick gives Arthur and the enjoyment of life that the more laid back Arthur teaches him in return. They appreciate each other for who they are and prop each other up whenever they need it, balancing each other out. And, unlike a lot of romances, they talk! There is honesty between them as they face their concerns about themselves, their fake-becoming-not-so-fake relationship, and their future. It’s refreshing to not have a lot of miscommunication and drama or a third act that blows everything up before we finally get where we want to go.
Sailor Proof isn’t quite perfect though. While Derrick does a fantastic job of helping Arthur feel more comfortable within his family, I think there was an opportunity for them to really understand him and embrace him for who he is. For there to be a bit more of an adult relationship to develop between them all. Arthur does let go of some of his hurts and gets a better understanding of how things work in the other relationships in his family but I felt like there was a chance for more for this odd man out.
I also am not sure why Derrick didn’t feel like he was good enough for Arthur. I get that he’d been on his own for a long time, most of that spent in the military separated from people, and his last (and only real) relationship went belly up but it seems like there was more going on there. He’s a good, strong man and I was so happy for him that he found someone that fit him as well as Arthur. I’m just not sure why he didn’t get it sooner ๐
Overall, though, these are somewhat minor complaints. I consider it a win if I finish a book feeling good for the characters and I definitely did that here. Sweet but hot, low angst but sexy, Sailor Proof is a slow burn that left me satisfied that Arthur and Derrick found their way to a happy ever after.
*****
Author Info:
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the openโno flashlights required! When sheโs not adding to her keeper shelf, sheโs a Pacific Northwest romance writer of many critically acclaimed and fan-favorite LGBTQ romance series.ย To find out more, check out: http://www.annabethalbert.com. The fan group, Annabethโs Angels, on Facebook is also a great place for bonus content.
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