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Pamela––and her pals in the Psychology Department at Grace University––will not stop until they find the person who committed this murder in the round

Saturday, May 11th, 2019
Sounds
of Murder
Pamela
Barnes Acoustic Mysteries Book 1
by
Patricia Rockwell
Genre:
Cozy Mystery
 
SOUNDS
OF MURDER tells a tale of academic intrigue and death. At Grace
University, a small southern college, no one in the Psychology
Department likes Charlotte Clark, so no one is particularly upset
when she is found murdered in the department’s million-dollar
computer lab. But because she discovered the body, Associate
Professor Pamela Barnes feels obligated to find Charlotte’s killer.
When she discovers a recording of the murder that was accidentally
produced during Charlotte’s struggle with the killer, she begins
her own investigation.

 

 

Along
the way, Pamela agonizes with her own conscience as she fights her
growing fear. She attempts to understand her mysterious Department
Chair, keep her curious colleagues informed, placate her protective
husband, and avoid antagonizing a local rube detective who belittles
her efforts–all while she struggles to make sense of the sounds on
the recording.

 

 

As
she gets deeper and deeper into her analysis—trying to connect what
she hears in the recording with sounds from people (and potential
killers) around her–she gets closer and closer to the killer.
However, the killer is observing Pamela’s efforts and resolving to
stop her.

 

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FM
For Murder
Pamela
Barnes Acoustic Mysteries Book 2
 
Who
shot the disk jockey while he was on air? No one saw the killer, but
many heard the murder on the radio. Local police are mystified and
ask Psychology professor and acoustics expert Pamela Barnes to assist
them in investigating the crime. Can she determine who shot the
deejay just by listening to the radio station’s audio recording of
the killing? And how does this crime connect to the impending death
of a wealthy carpet manufacturer hundreds of miles away? And the
driven behavior of his conscientious son who hides a very important
secret? Unknown to Pamela, another thread of this strange mystery is
about to unravel. Will she be able to solve it before another victim
is claimed? 

 

 

In
FM FOR MURDER, the second in Patricia Rockwell’s acoustic mystery
series, we follow feisty amateur sleuth Pamela Barnes who doesn’t
let academic duties prevent her from fighting crime. And Pamela
fights crime with the tools she knows best—sound waves.

 

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Voice
Mail Murder
Pamela
Barnes Acoustic Mysteries Book 3
 
Sex!
Knives! Voice Mail Messages!

 

 

Who
stabbed the philandering football coach in the back? Was it one of
the three women who left romantic voice mail messages on the cell
phone found next to his body in the motel room?

 

 

The
police don’t have a clue. None of the coach’s family, friends, or
colleagues recognize the voices of the unidentified women–and
probable mistresses. Who could they be? This sounds like a case for
Pamela Barnes, local Psychology professor, acoustics expert, and
sometimes amateur sleuth. Can she identify the three women (and
potential murder suspects) from just the sound of their voices on the
voice mail?

 

 

Who
are these mystery women and how did the popular coach manage to
conduct affairs with all of them unbeknownst to everyone around him?
And how did he keep his trio of lovers from finding out about each
other—or did he? It’s a tangled romantic web that ultimately led
to murder and Pamela Barnes is determined to figure it out.

 

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Stump
Speech Murder
Pamela
Barnes Acoustic Mysteries Book 4
 
James
Grant, a young politician with everything going for him, including
the most recent polls, gives a rousing stump speech in a local park.
His campaign for mayor against the entrenched incumbent looks
unstoppable. That is, until the police discover him standing over his
wife’s dead body with the murder weapon in his hands.

 

 

It
certainly looks as if James is guilty. But psychologist and acoustics
expert Pamela Barnes has other ideas–and they include helping this
young man prove his innocence and succeed in his bid for mayor.

 

 

Can
Pamela’s knowledge of sound help her find the real killer and
exonerate James? Or will this young politician’s most recent stump
speech be his last?

 

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Murder
in the Round
Pamela
Barnes Acoustic Mysteries Book 5
 
A
night out with her husband to watch her best friend perform in a
local community theater “in-the-round” production surely
shouldn’t be cause for amateur sleuth Pamela Barnes to use any of
her acoustic detecting skills. But when one of the actresses
collapses on stage and dies, Pamela finds herself in the thick of
things. The recorder in her purse making an audio copy of the
performance for another friend who couldn’t attend, may now prove
important when it’s determined that the victim was poisoned. Do the
sounds on the recording hold any clues to the identity of the
murderer? It looks like Pamela is on the sound trail again, and
she––and her pals in the Psychology Department at Grace
University––will not stop until they find the person who
committed this murder in the round.
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Patricia
Rockwell is the author of the Pamela Barnes acoustic mystery series.
This amateur sleuth solves crimes using her knowledge of sound. The
series includes SOUNDS OF MURDER, FM FOR MURDER, VOICE MAIL MURDER,
STUMP SPEECH MURDER, and MURDER IN THE ROUND. Her new series, Essie
Cobb senior sleuth, features a 90-year-old assisted living facility
resident who solves mysteries. The books in this series include
BINGOED, PAPOOSED, VALENTINED, and GHOSTED. FIRECRACKERED, the fifth
in the series, will launch on June 25, 2016.

 

 

Dr.
Rockwell has spent most of her life teaching. From small liberal arts
colleges to large regional research universities–and even a brief
stint in a high school, her background in education is extensive. She
has taught virtually everything related to Communication–from a fine
arts speech-theatre orientation to more recently a social science
research approach. Her Bachelors’ and Masters’ degrees are from the
University of Nebraska in Speech and her Ph.D. is from the University
of Arizona in Communication. She was on the faculty at the University
of Louisiana at Lafayette for thirteen years, retiring in 2007.

 

 

Her
publications are extensive, with over 20 peer-reviewed articles in
scholarly journals, several textbooks, and a research book on her
major interest area of sarcasm, published by Edwin Mellen Press. In
addition to publications, she has presented numerous papers at
academic conferences and served for eight years as Editor of the
Louisiana Communication Journal. Her research focuses primarily on
several areas of communication: deception, sarcasm, and vocal
cues.

 

 

She
is presently living in Aurora, Illinois, with her husband Milt, also
a retired educator. The couple has two adult children.

 

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Love in Bloom: A Destination Romance Book 3

Thursday, May 2nd, 2019
A Love in Bloom is officially out. Come and see a Destination of Heart Romance Book 3
The blurb:

Camille is supposed to keep her stress level down. A fake marriage is definitely against the doctor’s orders.
Love in Bloom: A Destination of Heart Romance Book 3 by [Swinton, Lisa]
Following a collapse at Lakr, her makeup company, workaholic Camille is sent to the French Riviera to reshape her health habits. The beach is beautiful, but boring, until Camille reunites with university chum Tristan. He does things to her heart her doctor wouldn’t approve of.

When he offers her the chance to attend the exclusive French Royal Château and Garden Tour, Camille jumps at this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. However they’ll have to enter into a fake marriage to go on the tour.

On holiday from his research lab in India, Tristan is delighted to be reunited with Camille, his university crush. With each passing day, his feelings for her grow. Self doubt convinces him that he’s unworthy of her love. Tristan must protect her from the secrets of his past, even if it means breaking both of their hearts.

Lisa Swinton

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Award-Winning Author Lisa Swinton caught the romance bug early by way of fairy tales and hasn’t been able to cure it since. Instead, she feeds her addiction with romance novels and films. In between being a doctor’s wife and mother of two, she occasionally puts her B.A. in Musical Theater to good use via community theater and church choir. In her elusive spare time she enjoys researching her family tree and baking (especially with chocolate). She loves to travel, Jane Austen, and all things Italian. In her next life, she plans to be a professional organizer.

A scarred and lonely viscount and an independent young woman are forced into an arranged marriage

Friday, February 22nd, 2019

 

Sally Britton is a bestselling indie author, with four historical romance novels. She contributes to the Historical Hussies blog and teaches a young writer’s class at her local library. Sally received her BA in English from Brigham Young University. She’s always read voraciously and eclectically. 
 
Sally started her writing journey at the tender age of fourteen on an electric typewriter and she’s never looked back. Sally lives in Arizona with her crime-fighting husband, four children, and their dog. She loves researching, hiking, and geeking out over her favorite books and movies.
 
A scarred and lonely viscount and an independent young woman are forced into an arranged marriage. What hope do they have for a happily ever after?
Rebecca Devon lives under the severe eye of her aunt and the iron will of her father. Though she wears what she is told and befriends the people they choose for her, she spends every moment longing to do as she wishes. Knowing freedom will only come through marriage, her hopes for a happy union are stolen away when her father arranges her marriage to a complete stranger.
Christian Hundley, Lord Easton, has learned the hard way that English society won’t accept a person who looks or behaves differently than their ideal. He has hidden himself away from scornful eyes for years, until his aging grandfather takes matters in hand and finds Christian a bride. Knowing he must agree to the marriage, Christian shields his heart. If the whole of society cannot accept him, why should his bride?
Rebecca knows she must have love in her life, but Christian is convinced there is nothing so fraught with danger and pain as entrusting one’s heart to another. Rebecca does everything she can to change his mind, but Christian is determined to remain aloof. Can an arranged marriage ever be anything other than a business partnership?
While this is the fifth book in the Regency romance series, Branches of Love, it can be read as a stand-alone romance.

 

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“This is not a game, and you are not a child,” Christine said firmly. “This is your life. Not a broken toy, or a spoilt holiday. Loving someone is not so easy as determining not to let the rain ruin a picnic.”
“Why not?” Rebecca asked. “It is all a matter of perspective. If I meet this man and choose to see the good in him, the qualities that one would admire and love in another, it may be enough.”
Christine didn’t appear convinced. “And if that doesn’t work? What is your next
dazzling idea?”
“To be friends, of course. To find a way to make a marriage between us
amicable.”
“What if he is cruel? What if he treats you terribly?” Christine pressed the
issue, her dark brown eyes full of apprehension.
“There is no use worrying on it until it proves to be the case,” Rebecca said,
then cleared her throat when she heard the tremble in her voice. “If I have no
choice in who I marry, I must at least hold onto the possibility of choosing
how I go about my life with this man. Don’t you understand, Christine? Hope and
my wits are all I have.” 

 

 

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Catherine blinked. It was the Americans, and their painted images wore the same clothing the five had on tonight. She shivered

Thursday, February 21st, 2019

 

 
 

 

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As the eighth earl of Kellworth, Gareth is accustomed to getting what he wants. Then he encounters a woman he suspects is from the future–a utopian future that he feels compelled to see. He intends to get what he wants, but it will involve dealing with fae magic. And that could lead to disaster–for his heart.

 

 
Dr. Catherine Ryan is drawn to the handsome guest at Twickenham Manor, with his odd combination of childish excitement and old eyes that have seen too much pain. She loses her heart to him before she discovers the truth of when he’s from. Now she faces the biggest decision of her life!
 
 
 

 

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Dead? The comment brought a macabre feel to the evening, and Catherine’s curiosity-itch flared. She peered at the stairs again with narrowed eyes; she had to investigate.
But, if Aunt Nellie were to discover Catherine up there, would she be banned from coming to Twickenham again? She reminded herself that “curiosity killed the cat.” In her mind, her grandmother’s voice finished the old adage, “But satisfaction brought him back.”
Still, Catherine needed to ask herself if the risk would be worth it. These balls had become the one bright spot in her life. If she were to lose them too . . .
Then the ever-present pull gave a stronger tug, the sense that there was something else going on and she must investigate. The American woman had said “they” were dead. Catherine was a doctor. Surely she had a responsibility to investigate.
Glancing to make sure she was alone, she picked up her skirts and began the climb. Winded by the time she reached the last landing before the fourth floor, she paused to catch her breath, vowing to start exercising regularly. Catherine had been blessed with a fast metabolism, so people were forever thinking she was fitter than she was.
She climbed the last flight. The hallway was unremarkable, lined with paintings. Listening for the sounds of movement, she examined the portraits as she went down the hallway. She heard nothing, and she didn’t smell blood.
One door stood open, so she let the tug lead her inside. The long room held nothing but more paintings. How odd. There were a few chairs scattered around, but it didn’t look like it was meant to be a regular gathering place for people to sit together and talk.
Most of the pictures were busts of individuals, but in the center of the room hung a large painting of five people, three women and two men. Catherine blinked. It was the Americans, and their painted images wore the same clothing the five had on tonight. She shivered.
The young man she’d danced with hadn’t attended the Regency immersion vacation, having only arrived that day. When had someone had time to paint him? She’d also never heard that Twickenham had an artist on staff.
She studied the rest of the pictures in the room. Some were dressed in Regency clothing, but there were many others that spanned several eras. The one with the Americans was the only picture of such a large group. Whoever had arranged the paintings lacked any sense of design, leaving large sections of the walls empty.
That pull came again, as though Catherine had a string attached to her chest that drew her. This time it was to a portrait of a man placed to the right of the one with the Americans. Catherine came to stand before his painting, wondering who he was.
He appeared to be a little older than she was with a few silver strands at his temples. He also had what she’d call a regal bearing. She worked with enough surgeons and specialists who were used to being in charge, and this man had that look about him. He also wore an expression of someone with a fierce determination, the type of man people would steer clear of.

 

Catherine stepped closer to the painting. Behind the force of will that he projected, he had pain etched on his face. Her heart ached for him. What had happened to mark him that way?
 

 

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Jim—go get her, said a painfully familiar female voice in my head

Wednesday, February 20th, 2019

 

 

Stan published his first book at age 5, when he managed to win a local writing contest for the library.
He’s matured (slightly) since then, and has switched from writing about a boy and his dog, to clean contemporary romance, murder mysteries, and light fantasy/sci-fi.
Along with his wife,  9 (and counting) children, and a ninja cat, he inhabits a place with a pair of national parks in his backyard.
He considers himself really rather blessed.

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Jim Sharp is the only widower in the senior class of Mendon State University. Still reeling from the tragedy that claimed the love of his life, he struggles to pick up the pieces and close his heart forever to love. 
 
When an otherworldly encounter places him squarely in the path of new love, Alex sees no way to give his crushed heart away a second time. 
 
His wife, however, has other plans.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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I collected my books mechanically, checking off the titles on my list. I rounded a corner for my final item and nearly tripped over myself when I noticed I wasn’t alone in the aisle. A pixie cut blonde in a light blue polo shirt and dress slacks was slipping books back on to the shelf. At first, I guessed it was another bookstore employee, but then she turned just enough that I caught a glimpse of her shirt. A silver pirate brandishing a sword was embroidered over her right breast, encircled by the words “Smithville” and “High School,” and underscored by the graduating class right after mine. I hadn’t seen another student from my old stomping grounds in almost two years. Most of my peers had either stayed home to farm, joined the Army, or gone to the local community college.
I hesitated. My eyes wouldn’t let go of her. That was a serious problem.
Jim—go get her, said a painfully familiar female voice in my head.

 

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She’d never felt so terrified. Or so alive

Tuesday, February 19th, 2019

 

Donna Hatch is the author of the best-selling “Rogue Hearts Series,” and a winner of writing awards such as The Golden Quill and the International Digital Award. A hopeless romantic and adventurer at heart, she discovered her writing passion at the tender age of 8 and has been listening to those voices ever since. She has become a sought-after workshop presenter, and also juggles freelance editing, multiple volunteer positions, and most of all, her six children (seven, counting her husband). A native of Arizona who recently transplanted to the Pacific Northwest, she and her husband of over twenty years are living proof that there really is a happily ever after.

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Fleeing an unwanted engagement, a young harpist follows her music passion to London. Becoming entangled with a handsome violinist who seems too aristocratic for a working-class musician may be more problematic than dodging her erstwhile fiancé, sleeping in the streets, or staying alive when a madman targets her for murder.
 
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Excitement
bubbled up inside Susanna at the possibilities that lay before her. “Oh,
Martha, I do want to go to London to find work as a harpist. How would I get there?” 
How would she get there? Susanna froze. She
must travel alone, unprotected, and in the company of strangers. Still,
remaining here seemed infinitely worse. 
Martha frowned.
“It doesn’t seem right, a gently bred lady like yourself traveling all alone.”
“Other people
manage somehow,” Susanna said, trying to be brave. 
The
maid-turned-confident paused. “That’s true. I came here from London on the mail
coach. It took three days. It is an uncomfortable way to travel because it only
stops to change horses and drivers. That’s when we stretched our legs and
bought food at the posting inns. I didn’t have to worry about paying for a
bedchamber. But I’m used to being on my own.”
Susanna
considered. “I know where the nearest posting inn is. But once I reach London,
I wouldn’t know where to begin. I don’t know all the theatres, nor how to go
about getting a position, nor even where I’d stay.” The unknowns all loomed
before her like an endlessly high wall. 
“I can’t help you
with getting a position, but I know the theatres.” Martha started counting off
on her fingers. “There’s the King’s Theatre, Covent Garden, Drury Lane,
Lyceum….”
Susanna smiled at
the sweet maid. What a dear she was for trying to help her! “I can see I should
have spoken to you sooner.”
Martha added, “I
still can’t like the idea of you traveling all the way to London alone, miss,
but I admire your courage.”
Courage or desperation? Either way, the more Susanna thought of it, the more determined she was to flee. Fear and excitement and anticipation tugged at her from every side, creating nervous anticipation. She’d never felt so terrified. Or so
alive.
 
 

 

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I know I should tell you the truth…but I think my truth will hurt you

Monday, February 18th, 2019

 

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Logan, the eldest of the MacBride clan, is thrilled at his brother Clay’s pending nuptials to Sandy. But when Sandy’s sister RJ arrives at the family’s ranch, Logan’s world is turned upside down. 
 
However, the sisters’ shared past has created scars and barriers against love testing Logan’s ability to push aside his need and patience to win RJ’s trust and ultimately her unwavering love.

 

 

 

 
 

 

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RJ ached for her sister. Sandy was always the starry-eyed sister. But she was hurt by how Sandy could have been going through this and never saying one word to her. She had to know. “Why couldn’t you talk to me about this?”
“I’ve struggled with how I was going to answer that,” Sandy said, holding up her hand to forestall RJ interrupting her. “I know I should tell you the truth but I think my truth will hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
“I’d be more hurt with lies,” RJ told her. She’d learned early to protect herself from the cruelties her family could dish out and instinctually threw up her emotional guards.
Sandy nodded. “Alright. I didn’t want you to ruin it for me. I know you wouldn’t see it that way but you’re so against love and marriage, I just didn’t want you to pop my bubble until I figured out what I felt and wanted.”
RJ felt those comments like a physical blow. No barriers she could erect stood a chance against her sister thinking she would ruin her chance for happiness. She couldn’t speak.
“Oh, RJ! Don’t cry. You never cry,” Sandy wailed when she saw the silent tears in her sister’s eyes. She started crying also as she grabbed her sister’s hands. “I’m so sorry. Please, please don’t cry.”
RJ slowly pulled her hands free from her sister’s grasp. “Why do you want me here, now?”
“Because I love you. I want you to share this with me. I know you want me happy. I just didn’t want logic and family history to interfere. I wanted to understand, on my own.
RJ couldn’t tell if she was breaking up inside or freezing up. Afraid she would break down in pain she stood. “Sandy, I can’t do this right now. Can I call you tomorrow morning?”
“I thought we were going to spend the night together?” Knowing she’d hurt her sister crushed her.
“Please. Tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she said standing, then wrapping her sister’s stiff body in a hug. “I love you.”
Nodding, RJ strode away before she lost it. She didn’t look back.

 

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Kat, along with a tormenting demon, confined within an atmosphere suit

Friday, February 15th, 2019

 

Ren Garcia is a Science Fiction/Fantasy author and Texas native who grew up in western Ohio. He has been writing since before he could write, often scribbling alien lingo on any available wall or floor with assorted crayons. He attended The Ohio State University and majored in English Literature. 
 
Ren has been an avid lover of anything surreal since childhood. He also has a passion for caving, urban archeology, taking pictures of clouds, and architecture. He currently lives in Columbus, Ohio with his wife, and their four dogs.

Raised in the dark under the lash of the Black Hat Sisterhood, when the woman who would become known as Kat, is sent on a suicide mission into the heart of the League, she was not expected to survive. Her mission: discover the identity of the fabled Shadow tech Goddess, a being who does not exist. All other considerations, including her possible death, are secondary.
 

 

But, Kat is guided by higher powers, by merciful hands that feed her, clothe her and whisper in her ear. As she watches the sun rise for the first time, she recalls their words: “Be strong,” they said. “You have much to live for.
 
 
 
 
 

 

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The Autocon inside her body swam through her Shadow
tech like a giant parasite. It cajoled her along the way with its icy Shadow
tech voice:
“Do not die! The Black Abbess is invested in your
success. Die, waste our training in you and we will reclaim our Shadow tech and
cast your soul to Hell where it will be devoured for the remainder of eternity
… Do not die!”   
Kat, along with a
tormenting demon, confined within an atmosphere suit.
 

 

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What young, beautiful woman, who you’d just only met, would do that?

Thursday, February 14th, 2019
Debbie currently lives on the west coast with her husband and two dachshund rescues, Dash and Briar. She loves to hike, work in the garden, and on most sunny days you can find her enjoying her backyard with a glass of wine.

 

 

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Breanna Murphy has been planning her wedding for years so when her fiancé runs off with a hula dancer, she is forced to realize her destination wedding is nothing more than an exotic vacation for one.
Trying to escape the embarrassment and disappointment of being jilted at the altar, Breanna answers an ad for a job clear across the country. When the voice on the other end offers her the job, she’s excited about what awaits her in California.
Builder Calvin Comstock must make right on his daughter’s mistake regarding the nationwide advertisement and hiring of Breanna. He doesn’t know what to expect, but when Breanna walks into his office with her infectious smile, peaches and cream complexion not to mention her sexy southern drawl, Calvin is happy for his daughter’s error.
Breanna is drawn to Calvin’s mature movie star good looks, charming personality, soft voice, and strong hands. She’s trying to stay focused on the job and not the overwhelming lure she feels pulling her in to test the waters. But when the two realize the attraction is mutual they throw caution to the wind and give in to the undeniable desire to be together.

Can an ex-wife and a teenage daughter spoil their happiness or will it make them stronger than ever?

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Calvin watched her as she walked toward the concrete stairs
that led upstairs to her room. Her gently swaying hips and auburn hair bouncing across her shoulders caught his eye, that was certain. These Louisiana girls were quite pretty, especially when they were part Creole and part Irish.
She quickly turned around as she grasped the railing. Her
wide smile infectious as everything else about her.
“I had a great night. Thanks for showing me around.”
“My pleasure. Maybe we can do it again sometime?” He dug his
hands in his pockets to help hide their shaking. It had been a long time since he’d taken a beautiful woman out to dinner.
“I’d like that, Calvin.”
“Oh, listen. Let’s not be so formal. Call me Cal.”
“Okay, Cal.” Her cheeks blushed, which perfectly coordinated
with her auburn hair.
“In that case, call me Bree.” She pulled herself around from
the railing and began to ascend the steps.
“Bree,” he called out.
She stopped.
“The floorplans.” He jogged over to his car and reached into
the back seat, pulling out a cardboard tube. “You’ll need this.” He handed her the tube then reached into his back pocket and retrieved his wallet. When he handed her the plastic card, their hands touched, and for a moment he wanted to pull her in and kiss her plump lips. Instead, he left his hand just a little longer on hers so he could pull in all the energy he felt from her, from her touch. “Here,” he said softly.
“Thank you,” she whispered.

 

He stepped away and then turned around. Walking slowly back
to his car, he wondered if she’d call him back and ask him up to her room. But that was just plain ludicrous. What young, beautiful woman, who you’d just only met, would do that?

 

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Casey Wheeler is fleeing from her abusive and unfaithful husband

Wednesday, February 13th, 2019

 

 

“I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, the second of four children. Growing up with the influence of a long line of teachers with a passion for classical education, my time was filled with lessons in violin, cello, piano, ballet…and not-so-classical Girl Scouts and softball.
At the age of twelve, I traveled throughout Europe with my Grandmother and aunts, who filled my days with the shared reading of classics such as Jane Eyre and Sherlock Holmes, developing my love of literature early on.
I pursued my love of literature into college, earning a Bachelor’s of English, a Master’s of Education, and I am currently working to complete a Master’s in English.
My first novel, All the Wrong Places, started as a short story for a creative writing course and chronicles many of my experiences living in a mortuary, raising my daughter on my own and discovering my Christian faith.
My years in college writing programs have left me with a varied collection of short stories, plays and poetry covering many personal experiences from teenage rebellion to single-motherhood and spiritual awakening.
While writing and continuing my own education, I taught High School English in an attempt to pass my love of literature and writing on to others, and continue to share that passion with students and other aspiring writers.
I currently spend my days pursuing my creative dreams and reaching out to women to share my experience, strength and hope as a survivor of sexual assault and domestic abuse. 
I reside in Eagle, Idaho with my husband,  and my very large cat. “

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Driving aimlessly through the stormy suburbs of San Francisco, Casey Wheeler is fleeing from her abusive and unfaithful husband with her five year old daughter Maddy asleep in the backseat. With nowhere to go and no one to turn to, Casey loses control of her emotions and her car, crashing into a hillside below a mortuary. 
 
Desperately seeking shelter, and more so independence, she finds herself taken in by the mortuary director who apprehensively offers her a job and a place to live. As she stumbles through the ins and outs of her new and morbid surroundings, Casey is forced into a hostile custody battle with her relentless and increasingly violent husband. 
 
In the midst of all the chaos, she finds a new family and even love in the eccentric and protective people of Golden Oaks Funeral Home. But just when she has found all she could hope for, she will have to fight to the death to protect it.

 

This semi-autobiographical story of a single-mother and her journey to self-discovery, independence and a true understanding of love will keep readers captivated and yearning for more.
Snippet:
He was so becoming in his black suit, and I felt a slight and unfamiliar
kind of attraction to him. He had a warm smile spread across his face that made
me feel at home. What an odd feeling. Nobody had taken me in like he had, not
without an expectation of something in return. Would there be an
expectation?
 

 

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This is regarding a woman, is it?

Tuesday, February 12th, 2019

 

My name is Robyn Echols. Zina Abbott is the pen I use for my historical novels. I’m a member of Women Writing the West and Western Writers of America. I currently live with my husband in California’s central valley near the “Gateway to Yosemite.”I love to read, quilt, work with digital images on my photo editing program, and work on my own family history.

I am a blogger. In addition to my own blog, I blog for several group blogs including the Sweet Americana Sweethearts blog, which I started and administer.

 

Prequel to the Atwell Kin series:

Charlie, it would be easier to stop the flow of the great Missouri and Kansas Rivers than to prevent the Americans from coming to Kansas. 
 
It is 1856, and the United States opened Kansas Territory to American settlement two years before. Land belonging to the once-powerful Kansa tribe, known to the whites as the Kaw, was sold by treaty to the Americans a generation earlier.His Kansa mother died from smallpox while Charlie was young. He lives with his American father who owns a trading post in Bonner Springs near the junction of the Kansas and Missouri Rivers. A child of two nations, Charlie learns through harsh experience he is not always accepted, including by the father of the pretty redhead who has caught his eye. The arrival of thousands of white settlers makes matters worse.

Frustrated, Charlie visits his Kansa uncle to learn the tribal ways, travel the Kaw Trail to their buffalo hunting grounds, and become a warrior with a warrior’s name. Once he knows both worlds, he will decide which will best serve him in the future.

Meadowlark’s traditional father wishes her to marry Broken Wing, a highly-respected full-blood Kansa warrior close to his own age. Meadowlark rejects being the junior wife under a dying oldest wife and a wolverine of a second wife. Once she learns her childhood friend who left the tribe years earlier has returned to the Kansa, she seeks him out. Even if he does consider her for a wife, can she persuade her father to allow him enough time to prove himself as a warrior? Will her father accept him for her husband in spite of his mixed ancestry?

Will Charlie decide on a future with the white Americans, or will he fight the coming of the Americans by clinging to the past with the Kansa? Will he try to straddle both worlds? What will Charlie choose?

 
Snippet:
Charlie’s back stiffened when he heard the swish of the leather curtain that separated the storage area from the store. He slowly turned to face his father who stood in the doorway, each forearm resting against the doorjamb.
            Owen Jones cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. “This is regarding a woman, is it?”
            His breath still heaving, Charlie folded his arms and tucked his chin towards his chest while he glared at the man from whom he had inherited his gray eyes. Sometimes he felt resentful that his father, a white man, also knew the Kaw language. He turned his gaze away and responded in English. “Yes. It’s my own fault. I should have known better.”

 

 

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Clearing her father’s name, will ruin her chances of a happy life with the man she love

Monday, February 11th, 2019

 

 

Didi Lawson exchanged her town car for a pick-up truck and learned to operate a tractor when she and her husband moved from Arizona to a farm in  Missouri where she now weaves her tales. Her love for writing started early in  life when  she entertained her friends with her stories, won prizes for he essays in high school and wrote road shows and poems for the youth group in her church. She enjoys the outdoors, her children and ten grandchildren, and keeps an active social calendar.

It was supposed to be simple traveling to Germany to find her roots. But nothing turns out the way Tracy had planned. 
 
She meets a man who professes to be her half-brother and is less than happy with her visit. The villagers treat her with contempt for her father’s presumed infamous past. 
 
Trying to solve the mystery, she uncovers secrets that had been hidden for over two decades. Wanting to clear her father’s name, she realizes that by doing so she will ruin her chances of a happy life with the man who had captured her heart.

 

 
 
 
 
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Tracy’s eyes had followed the tall man’s imposing figure from under half-closed lids. Whatever the problem on the man’s mind, it must be a tough one, she decided. Both hands deep in his jeans’ pockets and a mighty scowl on his features bore witness to his dark mood. His shirt, unbuttoned at the top and tucked into his waistband accentuated his leanness and agility, but his stance betrayed no mercy, only solid determination, and she felt sympathetic toward anyone on the receiving end of such barely concealed indignation.

 

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She must be a spy. Or a traitor. Either is punishable by death

Sunday, February 10th, 2019
An avid gardener, artist, musician and writer, Emily-Jane Hills Orford has fond memories and lots of stories that evolved from a childhood growing up in a haunted Victorian mansion. Told she had a ‘vivid imagination’, the author used this talent to create stories in her head to pass tedious hours while sick, waiting in a doctor’s office, listening to a teacher drone on about something she already knew, or enduring the long, stuffy family car rides. The author lived her stories in her head, allowing her imagination to lead her into a different world, one of her own making. 

As the author grew up, these stories, imaginings and fantasies took to the written form and, over the years, she developed a reputation for telling a good story. Emily-Jane can now boast that she is an award-winning author of several books, including Mrs. Murray’s Ghost (Telltale Publishing 2018), Queen Mary’s Daughter (Clean Reads 2018), Gerlinda (CFA 2016) which received an Honorable Mention in the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards, To Be a Duke (CFA 2014) which was named Finalist and Silver Medalist in the 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Awards and received an Honorable Mention in the 2015 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards and several other books. A retired teacher of music and creative writing, she writes about the extra-ordinary in life and the fantasies of dreams combined with memories. 

 

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There are so many possibilities that affect the course of history. One change, one small item overlooked, can make a world of difference, not only in a person’s life, but in the history and well-being of an entire nation. And then there are those multiple scenarios of what if? What if King James VI of Scotland didn’t succeed in amalgamating Scotland with England? Would Scotland have remained free and independent and a nation of its own well into the twenty-first century? And would Scotland, this independent version, make its own decision to join the European Union when its southern neighbor was choosing to pull away? And, what if there was another heir to the Scottish throne?
In Queen Mary’s Daughter (Clean Reads Publisher), author Emily-Jane Hills Orford presents another plausible timeline, one that incorporates both historical fact and fiction with the endless possibilities of time travel. 

 

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“What?” the regent bellowed. “Not another Mary, and a Stuart at that. We cannot be related.
Are we?” He winced in the dim light and bent forward to take a closer look.
“You have her look about you. It is uncanny. You could almost pass for her. And
that brooch. Where did you get that brooch?”
“I do not know, sir.” Mary Elizabeth took her time to choose her words carefully. She wasn’t sure how to answer about the brooch, so she steered clear of that comment, saying instead, “Are not all Stuarts somehow related?”
It was not the right thing to say. James Stuart, Regent of Scotland, was not amused. “Grab her. She must be a spy. Or a traitor. Either is punishable by death.” He
pointed accusing fingers at the others. “The rest of you stay here. I will deal
with this troublemaker.”

 

 

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Some women are hired for their looks… Sydney Campbell wasn’t one of them

Saturday, February 9th, 2019
Not
My Baby
Babies
For Billionaires Book 2
by
Fallyn Briggs
Genre:
Sweet Romance
 
Some
women are hired for their looks… Sydney Campbell wasn’t one of
them.
Unbeknownst
to her, Sydney Campbell is hired because CEO Grayson Carter believes
she has no chance of turning his incorrigible son’s head. Aiden
Carter is young, handsome, and set to inherit his father’s
billion-dollar company. He also has a habit of dating his assistants.
But
Sydney has as much time for rumors, taunts, and bad reputations as
she does for relationships, love, and babies.
As
in none.
She
has her own demons to battle, a father who relies on her, and a plan
that says working for Aiden Carter is just a stepping stone in her
climb to the top of the marketing ladder.
She
will not date Aiden. She will not fall in love with him. And she will
most certainly not have children with him… right?
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Diana inexperience and uncertainties have discouraged the charming Mr. John Richfield or has she?

Thursday, February 7th, 2019

 

For as long as she can remember, Bethany Swafford has loved reading books. That love of words extended to writing as she grew older and when it became more difficult to find a ‘clean’ book, she determined to write her own. Among her favorite authors are Jane Austen, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Georgette Heyer.
When she doesn’t have pen to paper (or fingertips to laptop keyboard), she can generally be found with a book in hand.

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Twenty-year-old Diana Forester, a country-bred young woman, fears that her inexperience and uncertainties have discouraged the charming Mr. John Richfield. 
 
On arriving back home from London, she learns that he has already arrived, ready to continue their acquaintance and explore whether they are suited for each other. 
 
If Diana thought that deciding her future marriage mate was difficult in London, courting takes on a whole new aspect when Diana’s younger siblings become involved. She finds herself dealing with her own feelings, her sister, her younger brother, jealous members of a house party, a jilted suitor, and a highwayman as she falls in love with the charming Mr. Richfield.
 

 

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Mother sat alone in the sitting room when I entered. “Come have a seat, Diana,” she said, gesturing to the space on the settee next to her. “Your aunt hinted you had something you wanted to share with me.”
“Yes, I do.” I crossed the room. The entire trip from London I had spent thinking of the best way to approach this subject. All of my planning vanished the closer I got to my mother. By the time I sat down, my hands were damp with moisture. “You recall I met a Mr. Richfield in London, shortly after I first arrived?”
“Yes, you mentioned him several times in your letters.”
            Her tone was matter-of-fact, giving absolutely nothing away, which I should have expected. Mother was an expert at keeping her thoughts to herself. “Well—” I hesitated as I sought the right words. I rubbed my palms against my skirt. “At Aunt Forester’s last dinner party, Mr. Richfield asked for my permission to come speak to father.”
            For a moment, there was silence. “What was your answer?” Mother asked, as calm as ever.
            I bit my lip and found I could no longer meet her gaze. “I fear I may have spoken without thinking.” Back when I had said the words, I had been surprised. Now though, I realized just how mistaken I had been. “I said it’s always pleasant to have someone new visit.”
          “I see. Do you like him?”
            Ah, there was the question. “I think so.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “He is respectable, at least as far as Uncle Forester could discover. No one ever had a word to say against him. I think he is a good man.”
            “And yet, you don’t seem enthusiastic about marrying him.”
            “I have only known him for a few weeks.” It felt good to be able to talk this out with my mother, now the awkwardness of saying the words had passed. If anyone could help me untangle my feelings, it was her. “Is that enough time to know a person? You knew Papa your whole life before he proposed.”
            Mother’s hand came over mine. “Diana, look at me.” I lifted my eyes to hers. “You are the only one who can make this decision. It is your right to refuse an offer you find distasteful. However, you need to understand it is not likely you will have the opportunity to travel again and meet other people.”
            “I don’t find the offer distasteful. I don’t think I know him well enough to accept his hand in marriage.” I sighed. “I wish I had had the time to know more about him.”
            “Perhaps you will.”
            I shook my head. That seemed an impossibility. “Mama, the look on his face when I pretended I didn’t understand. I acted as if I were a senseless, empty-headed child! What kind of man would pursue me in the face of that?”
            “A man who would be understanding. Someone who would realize your shy nature.”
            Pulling my hand away, I reached to pour myself some much-needed tea. “There are other, much prettier girls with better dowries than I,” I remarked, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar. “I doubt I will ever see him again.”
            Of that, I was quite certain. I had spent hours considering what a mess I had made of the situation. Why would he chase after me when Miss Reynolds was on hand to charm and flirt with him? I sipped my tea as I watched my mother’s face. Her smile was one I couldn’t quite understand. Why did she look so amused?

 

            “Mr. Richfield is already here.”
 

 

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Luke yanked her back onto his lap, layering her sputtering lips with kisses

Wednesday, February 6th, 2019
E. C. Jackson began her writing career with the full-length play Pajama Party. For three and a half years she published the Confidence in Life newsletter for Alpha Production Ministries, in addition to writing tracts and devotionals. 
 
Teaching a women’s Bible study at her church for eleven years naturally led to her current endeavor of writing inspirational romance novels and teen and young adult fiction. Her mission: spiritual maturity in the body of Christ through fiction.

Love at first sight. It’s every girl’s dream. 
 
But Tara Simpkins is finding out it’s not as easy as it seems. Is this truly the man God sent to be her husband, or is she just desperate to escape her loneliness? The recent loss of both parents has left her reeling, and close friends don’t think she’s in any position to make major life decisions. 
 
 
She and her new-found love are convinced they can live happily ever after in the home of their dreams. His family thinks he’s moving way too fast and might disappoint the kind-hearted woman he’s fallen head over heels for. And then there’s Leah. Leah is supposed to be part of his past, but what if she decides she’s his future? 
 
 
Tara’s match made in Heaven may be over before it truly begins.

 

Snippet:
Tara leapt to her feet when Luke released his hold. Smiling sweetly, she held out a hand to help him up.
“Ah! You got soaked. Sorry. It was all my fault.”
Luke joined in her laughter. “Of course, that cockiness deserves retribution.”

 

Too late, she saw mischief in his eyes. Luke yanked her back onto his lap, layering her sputtering lips with kisses. 

 

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The problem is that Patience is already madly in love with his lordship 

Tuesday, February 5th, 2019

 

Arabella Sheraton grew up on a diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and many other writers of that period. From Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, Arabella has found both enjoyment and inspiration in sparkling, witty Regency novels. She also loves history and generally finds the past more fascinating than the future. Arabella wrote her first Regency romance to entertain her aged mom who loved the genre. Arabella is honoured to share the adventures of her heroes and heroines with readers.

 

In this charming traditional Regency romance novella, Patience Cherwell is resigned to a life of spinsterhood. Therefore, when her young friend, the lovely Lorna Hartley, comes to stay for a London season, she decides the eligible, handsome Lord Blackwood is the perfect match for Lorna. Granted, Lord Blackwood, at forty, is much older than the vivacious 20-year-old Lorna, but Patience is determined to help her young friend make a good match. So why isn’t she happy when his lordship and Lorna seem to like each other’s company? The problem is that Patience is already madly in love with his lordship! 
 
An unexpected invitation arrives for Lorna and Patience to attend Lord Blackwood’s Valentine Ball. This is the perfect moment for him to propose to Lorna. Mysteriously, a corsage arrives from an anonymous admirer. Who is it for? And what will be the outcome for the wearer at Lord Blackwood’s Valentine Ball? 
 
 
 
This novella is the prequel to The Lady’s Revenge.

 

Snippet:
For her part, Patience had noticed everything about Lord Blackwood in one massive burst of clarity, as if his physical proximity heightened all her senses. The cleft in his firm chin, the somewhat tired look in his eyes that might be the sadness Henrietta mentioned, the way his coat fitted him so well across the breadth of his shoulders, his height which made her feel small and delicate, and the manly aura he exuded. He wore subtle spiced cologne water that she found appealing and strangely sensual, although she had pushed that wicked thought away, lest it cause more blushes. His eyes were hazel, flecked with green, and he had long dark eyelashes and straight black brows. It was futile to be the least bit interested in Lord Blackwood because he was not at all attracted to her. His smile for Lorna was caressing—or did she just imagine it?—and his glance fell upon Lorna’s fiery tresses and rose petal complexion with tenderness—or did she imagine that as well? 
 

 

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The need to sell his grandma’s house adds an unexpected complication

Saturday, December 22nd, 2018

 

HEATHER TULLIS has been reading romance for as long as she can remember and has been publishing in the genre since 2009. She has published more than twenty books. 
 
When she’s not dreaming up new stories to write, or helping out with her community garden, she enjoys playing with her dogs and cat, cake decorating, trying new jewelry designs, inventing new ways to eat chocolate, and hanging out with her husband. 
 
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Jonah Owens thought moving to Echo Ridge to open his art gallery would solve all of his problems. The need to sell his grandma’s house adds an unexpected complication. It would be easier if his neighbor didn’t have all those farm animals.
 
 Kaya Feidler’s family has owned their land for nearly a hundred years–long before the neighbors were there. There’s no way she’s giving up the animal therapy business she’s been struggling to make profitable. She gets a temp job helping Jonah in the gallery. 
 
Spending time together is a recipe for romance, but can they overcome their own hangups to be more than friends?
 
 

 

Snippet:
Jonah picked at a piece of shredded
lettuce on his sandwich. “I’d do anything for my grandma. Besides, I love it
here, and I was ready for a change. A complete change.” He’d been dragging
around trying to paint post-Janet. This was a fresh start in many ways.
“She said you haven’t painted anything in a long time.” Kaya’s words
were hesitant, as though she wanted to ask, but didn’t want to pry.
“I hit a wall.” He paused. It felt wrong to gloss it over with Kaya,
though he didn’t know why. He went with the impulse. “I was dating someone
seriously. When it ended, I found I could only paint dark stuff. Stuff I
wouldn’t buy or hang, and definitely wouldn’t sell. I tried working through it,
but I tried so hard to paint things I wasn’t feeling that I ended up not being
able to paint at all. Nothing remotely good, anyway. Technically correct, but
not emotionally true at all, so I had to stop. The gallery is sort of my backup
plan.” It had taken a long time for him to admit it was what he had to do.
“That seems to have changed.”
“What do you mean?”

 

“I saw the painting of Shyanne this morning; it’s nearly done, right? It’s beautiful. It takes my breath away, actually.”  
 

 


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He needs this job to honor his late wife.  She needs to complete her late fiancé’s bucket list to be free

Friday, December 21st, 2018

 

Jennifer lives in Arizona where she writes escapist fiction she calls “Cotton Candy for the Soul.”

 

 

He needs this job to honor his late wife.
 She needs to complete her late fiancé’s bucket list to be free.
Former action-movie star Chet has counted the days since he lost his wife last New Year’s Eve almost a year ago. When he’s given a shot at starring in a reboot of her favorite TV show, he jumps at it. But there’s a catch: the producers won’t hire him unless he can prove he’s regained emotional stability—by bringing a steady girlfriend to his five auditions.
Which means: five mandatory dates for this bereft widower.
Social worker Holly lost her fiancé to war. With his good life snuffed out too soon, she feels compelled to finish his bucket list of unselfish deeds. But four years later, several remain, and they’re ridiculously impossible. Until she accomplishes her soldier’s dreams, she can’t even consider moving on with her life.
When they meet on the beach at Getaway Bay, what she doesn’t know is homeless-looking mourner Chet is actually Colt Winchester, screen star and fashion icon. What he doesn’t know is that he’s a means to an end.
When their walls start to crumble on their Christmas season dates, can these two find love again, or will they forever be chasing ghosts?”

 

Snippet:
“Excuse me.” A server approached with a silver platter covered with frosted sugar cookies. “Would you care for a cookie?”
“Who says no to a sugar cookie?” Holly took two—a star and a snowman. “Thank you.” One bite of the star’s vanilla-almond buttercream frosting sent her mouth into ecstasy.
“These are good,” Chet ate his green-frosted Christmas tree in two bites.
“Did you try the snowman?” The frosting of her second cookie melted into a sweet coconutty heaven on her tongue. “Mmm. It’s childhood in a sugary bite.”
“Do you bake?” He spoke through a mouthful. “Mmm. Cookies are love.”
Chet caught Holly off guard. He hadn’t seemed like the type to make such a tender analogy.
“Ah, sometimes. And you’re right. Especially sugar cookies. They require so many steps I always just buy them.” She never made them. Not even for Rick. “The only thing that could motivate a person to make them is love of the recipients of the cookies.”
“That,” Chet said, “or a deep love of sugar cookies.”
“Gluttony could also be a motivator.”
“Where’s that platter? We should get more of those.” Spoken like a true hungry person.
Holly had never experienced true hunger, at least not physical hunger. Maybe Chet needed more cookies.
“If we walk around, we might run into the sugar cookie person again.” Or someone with another kind of food, if Chet needed it. However, tonight, Chet seemed a lot less like a guy who needed to fish to feed himself than he had the other day.
They walked toward a table with chairs and sat down. Chet reached across the table and took her by both hands. “I think girlfriend is right for now.”
Girlfriend. Holly stared down at their clasped hands atop the green velvet tablecloth. His were rough, like they’d held a fishing rod in the sun for a lot of hours, day after day. She’d seen him on the shore.
“So that makes you my boyfriend.” The word sounded younger than she felt. The last four years had aged her. Against her collarbone, Rick’s unused wedding ring heated up again. “You work fast.”

 

“Not usually.”
 

 


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She’d worried how she could ever fill the hole that Mike’s death had left in her children’s lives…

Monday, December 17th, 2018

 

 
 

 

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Recently widowed Rae Cavanaugh just survived the worst birthday of her life. She and her two young children must now face a holiday season filled with so many reminders of what they’ve lost. 
 
But when a coworker who’s raising his young nephew moves next door, Rae discovers that the support of a good friend, and the gift of a child, can bring back some of the joy of the season.

 

 
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“Text me when you’re done.” Rae turned with the stroller, but Dylan put his hand over hers on the handle.
“Isn’t Beth going to get her picture taken too?” he asked.
“She’s too young. He’ll scare her.”
“Not if she’s with the Littles. Come on. Do you really want to have a picture of Preston but not one of Beth?”
“Well . . .” Rae hadn’t considered that.
“When she’s sixteen, she’ll want to know why you have a picture of Preston with Santa and not one of her.” He arched a brow, his head tilted. “She’ll play the you love him more than me card.”
Rae frowned, but he had a point.
“Baby, do you want to go with Preston?” When Beth nodded, Rae heaved out a breath and stepped back so Dylan could take hold of the stroller.
“Okay, guys, each of you put a hand over mine.” They did, and the four of them strode toward the Santa Claus line.
Rae’s eyes prickled. That man had been Heaven-sent. She’d worried how she could ever fill the hole that Mike’s death had left in her children’s lives, and then Dylan had shown up.

 

 


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