A Better Place- Jennifer Van Wyk

Title: A Better Place
Author: Jennifer Van Wyk
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

Because fighting for love is always worth it.


After James Cole’s wife walked out on him, he put his dreams aside to raise his daughter. But now she’s grown and he’s ready for more.
When the opportunity arises to own a restaurant, his life-long dream, he can’t deny that it’s meant to be. And for more reasons than one.
He’s kept his heart closed off since the day his wife walked away. He’s never found someone who he thought was worth opening himself up to. But one look at her, and he knew she was everything.
Carly Hanson has a secret. A secret only she and her teenage son, Jack, know about. She’s built a new life but kept herself carefully guarded.
The day Carly stumbled, literally, into James, her world was turned upside down. She tries to keep him strictly as a friend, but he’s relentless in his pursuit. Can he break down the walls she’s so firmly built? Can he get her to join him in… A Better Place?
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“Can I come in?” he asks, still standing on my front porch under the soft glow of the porch light.
“Oh! Yeah. Of course. Let me just let Jack know you’re here,” I say over my shoulder as I make my way back into the house.
“Wait. Can I talk to you? Just for a quick second?” he asks, reaching out and touching my hand and stopping me.
“Sure.” I nod my head. “What about?” I ask as I lean against the back of the couch in the living room. I reach over and grab one of the cream-colored throw pillows and hug it to my chest. It gives me a sense of comfort, and stops me from fidgeting — or reaching out and tugging him close to kiss the crap out of him. That might not give him the right idea for just staying friends.
“I have a favor to ask,” he hedges but hastily continues, “and I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important, and it’s a strictly friendship favor. I promise.”
“James. I know I’ve been a little… determined to keep it in the friend-zone, and you’ve never crossed the line. I can’t tell you how much your patience means to me. I trust you. I promise.”
“Yeah? I’m not being too pushy?”
“No.”
“Okay. Good. That’s good. I would never want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”
There’s not a single molecule in my body that doesn’t believe that. “I know. And you haven’t.”
“Would you go to a wedding with me?” he blurts out.
“What?!” I ask, surprise evident in my voice.
“I’m sorry. I just kind of blurted that out, huh? Let me start over. My niece, Emily, is getting married a few weeks after Christmas. It’s only about two hours from here, but I wondered if you would be my plus-one? And I’d love for you to meet Lily, and she’s been so swamped lately that she hasn’t had a chance to spend much time here. I guess she’ll be here for Christmas, so maybe you can meet then, but yeah. And, Tess will be there, obviously, so you would know someone.”
“I don’t know, James. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m honored that you invited me, or thought of me…”
“No one else I would think of,” he murmurs before I continue with my protest that I know will just fall flat anyway.
“You don’t want to bring someone else?”
“Like who?” he challenges, turning his head to the side.
I shrug my shoulders and say the only name that comes to mind. “Christine?”
They actually seem like a logical couple to me, both being in the food-service industry. Both being single parents of daughters. But even though there’s so much that seems right about those two together — and I love Christine dearly — the thought of it makes me physically ill.
He’s shaking his head before I even finish saying her name.
“There’s no one else I would rather bring with me to this wedding, Carly. Jack can come with us, if you’re worried about it being too date-like. I told you I would keep it in the friend-zone, and I don’t go back on my promises. But that doesn’t mean that I want to stop getting to know you better or spending time with you.”
“Can I think about it?” I ask, already knowing that he’ll break me down, and my answer will be yes.
His smile stretches across his scruff-covered face. I was never big on facial hair, but the way James does it makes shaving seem like it should be a crime. Apparently, anything James does makes me change my views. Tattoos? Used to make me turn the other direction. Now? Hot enough to lick. Facial hair? Used to make me think lazy and dingy. Now? I want to run my fingers through it and lick. Either I’m severely hard up, or James is getting burrowed deep under my skin.
“Of course. But let me sweeten the pot. This way you can answer that question that you’ve been dying to have answered since the moment you met me.”
I giggle quietly. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Who’s the cooler uncle, Dean or myself?”
I almost burst out laughing. He’s so lighthearted and full of life. He’s truly just a fun guy to be around — always a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He could have become a bitter and cynical man after being left to raise a daughter on his own. Instead he embraced it.
“Oh, that question! I already figured it out!”
“It’s not hard to realize, right?” he said as he puffed his chest out a bit, giving me an impish grin.
“Nope. Dean is obviously the way cooler one between you two.” I press my lips together to stop the smile threatening to take over my face.
“Carly,” he warns playfully as he takes a step toward me.
“What? He’s probably not boring, and I’m sure way better looking.”
“Oh really?”
Two steps.
I nod my head seriously. “And in way better shape,” I say, almost choking on the words.
“You think so?”
Another step.
“I’m positive. And cooking? Pssshhh. Hands down, I bet he’s better in the…”
I squeal and take off running through the house as James advances one step closer, a deep growl escaping his throat.
I burst out laughing. Heavy footfalls follow me, making my heart race in anticipation. I round the kitchen island and spread my hands across it, breathless from laughing and running. “Maybe I had it wrong this whole time, and he’s Captain and you’re Private?”
“Take it back,” he says, smiling, his own hands spread wide across the wooden countertop of the island.
I turn my head to the side. “What? Take what back?” I ask innocently.
“Carly,” he warns again.
I tap my finger on my chin, feeling more playful and lighter than I have in years. “Hmmm, maybe I will have to come with you to the wedding. See what the younger Cole brother has to live up to.”
His eyes flash, and I know I’m in trouble, but I can’t seem to stop. “Oh, you think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
I giggle and shrug my shoulders as I start to take steps toward him. He turns and saunters my way, flipping his ball cap backward, our eyes never leaving each other’s. “I think I’m a little funny,” I say as I continue walking toward him, holding my finger and thumb up with only a little space apart.
“Funny or delusional?”
Saunter.
Step.
I guffaw and press my hand to my chest. “Delusional? Who’s the delusional one here?”
Saunter.
Step.
“You’ll see.”
Saunter.
Step.
“I’ll see the awesomeness of Dean? I have no doubts.”
Saunter.
Step.
And I’m suddenly hanging upside down over James’s shoulder being carried back into the living room.
“Aggghhh! James! Put me dow…” I laugh. “I’ll pee! James! Seriously!” I’m laughing so hard that tears are already forming in my eyes.
He tosses me on the couch and pounces, his large body covering mine in a very non-friendly way, but I don’t say a thing. I can’t say a thing. While we have not been overly touchy in the weeks that we’ve known each other, we also haven’t refrained from showing each other small amounts of affection. He always puts his hand on the small of my back when we’re walking, and he’s held my hand when we were crossing the street to go for supper. This, though? This is by far the most affection and feeling we have shown each other.
“Take it back,” he repeats, his eyes heated and voice husky, his arms pinning my hands above me, our fingers threaded together so perfectly it felt like they were made for each other.
“Hmm? What was that?”
“I said…” He lowers his face so we’re nose to nose. “…take…” His nose skims the length of my neck. “…it…” Deep inhale. “…back.”
Heart flutters.
Flips.
Flops.
Kaboom!
My breathing picks up, and I know in this moment that I have two choices:

  1. Melt into a pile of goo. Which I’m basically well on my way to doing.
  2. Take matters into my own hands.

I choose option two.
I pull my hands free, frame his face, and pull him down closer. His eyes heat and flit over mine questioningly. And I do something I’ve been wanting to do for what feels like ever.
I lick him, from jawline to temple.
I lay my head back down on the pillow and watch as his face transforms from lust-filled to incredulous.
“Did you just… lick me?”
“I did.”
“I don’t know what to do with that,” he admits.
He pushes himself into sitting position, and I shimmy up the couch, crossing my legs and tucking my hair behind my ears. He’s facing forward. Slowly he turns his face toward me. “You licked me,” he says like he still can’t believe it.
“Yup,” I say. I have no clue why I did it, other than I just wanted to, so giving an explanation isn’t even an option at this point.
“First time your tongue was on me…” He trails off, looking away again.
A giggle bursts out of me, and I quickly put my hand up to my mouth to hold it in.
James shakes his head at me, stands up, and places his hands on his hips. He narrows his eyes and points at me. “Now you have to go to the wedding with me.”
“For the lick?”
“Wedding for the lick.” My eyes widen, and he continues. “That’s right. I said it. You licked me. Therefore, we wedding.”
“That’s not even grammatically correct!” Stupid argument? Probably.
“That’s your defense against going?”
“Hey! It’s true!”
“Be that as it may, doesn’t change the fact that you licked me. And we’re now going to a wedding. Together. Hi, Plus-One.”
I hear a deep snort from the other side of the room and gasp when I see Jack standing in the doorway to the living room, his broad shoulder leaning against the opening, an amused expression on his face.
“You guys are so weird,” he says, pointing to the two of us.
“You say weird. I say awesome,” James says. “Just wait and see who the best Cole man is when you both join me for Emily’s wedding.”
“Why am I being sucked in to this thing?” he asks. “I hate weddings. I don’t wedding.”
“Maggie will be there. In a dress. She’s a bridesmaid.”
“I’ll be there.”
James snorts and looks my way, winks, and my entire body goes up in flames. Bye-bye wall I built so strongly.
James huffed and puffed, and it blew right down.


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From the Ground Up was Jennifer’s first published novel, with the hopes of many more to come. Jennifer makes her home in small town Iowa with her high school sweetheart, three beautiful and amazing kids, one crazy Jack Russell terrier. This is where her love for all things reading, baking, and cooking happen. Jennifer’s family enjoys camping, boating, and spending time outside as much as possible. When she’s not writing or editing/proofreading manuscripts for the many talented authors she’s come to love, you can find her cheering the loudest at her kids’ sporting events, sipping coffee or iced tea out of a mason jar with her Kindle in her lap or binging on Netflix.

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Release Blitz: AIM by L.P. Dover


Title: Aim
Series: A Circle of Justice Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense

HE NEVER MISSES HIS MARK.

*STANDALONE NOVEL*

When someone asks what I do for a living, I answer it plain and simple . . . I’m a hunter. I hunt the dregs of society and I’m very damn good at it.

I’m Ian Chandler, FBI agent and a member of the Circle of Justice, an organization of justice seeking vigilantes. My mission is to solve a string of ‘accidental’ hiking deaths occurring around my Wyoming town. When Grace Myers –a woman who’s been missing for days –shows up on my land, it turns out she’s the key to it all. Someone is hunting her, and I make it my duty to keep her safe.

However, the deeper I get into the case, the more dangerous it becomes; especially, now that I’ve fallen for the woman I have to protect. If hunting is the game, I won’t fail. I always hit my mark.

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My phone rang and I thought it’d be Bryce, but it wasn’t. “What can I do for you, Chief?”

Colton Myers was the chief of police back in Wyoming. His call wasn’t unusual, because they often called me and my brothers when there were cases the local PD couldn’t solve. “I need your help,” he replied, his voice shaking.

The cab driver pulled up to the airport entrance and I passed him a wad of bills before getting out. “What’s going on? I’m about to get on a flight to head home.”

“Good. I’ll drop these files off with Reed, so you can see them when you get back.”

The din of the bustling city made it hard to hear him, but I could tell he was distraught. “Files for what?”

He sighed heavily. “You know how there’ve been missing hikers in Montana?”

“Yeah, I saw something about it before I left for New York.” It wasn’t uncommon for tourists to sway from the hiking trails or test their limits by doing stupid shit. Most of those people found themselves dead. I liked to climb the cliffs, but I was good at it.

“We’re missing people here too,” Colton confessed.

“It happens every year. Why does this case shock you?” I’d been gone for three weeks, so I hadn’t even paid attention to what was going on in Wyoming.

He huffed angrily. “About three weeks ago, eight men supposedly went missing in our mountains. Just this morning, I couldn’t get a hold of Grace. Her boss also called me and said she never showed up at their meeting last night. Her car is still at the hotel. It’s like she disappeared.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I growled low.

Grace was his daughter and a good friend of mine. Hell, I’d wanted to be more than that for quite some time. I only held back from pursuing her out of respect for her father. She was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever known.

“Please, Ian. I have to find her.”

Hurrying through the doors, impatience flooded through my veins. “We’ll find her, if it’s the last thing I do . . . I swear.”

 

 

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over twenty novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.

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Excerpt Tuesday–Ruth O’Neil

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This week on Excerpt Tuesday, Ruth ONeil is here sharing about her newest release, Belonging.

Excerpt Chapter 1

 

Shelly was in denial.

“It really didn’t happen,” she said talking to herself. “It didn’t happen,” she whispered. It was hard to tell if it was the bright sun or something else that made tears come to her eyes. She put on her sunglasses just in case the sun was the culprit.

It was a beautiful, early September day. The sun was shining. The sky was bright blue as it always was after a cleansing rain. There was a hint of color in the leaves on the maple trees. Normally Shelly would have enjoyed the scenic drive home, but not today. Today was different.

The three-hour drive gave Shelly a lot of time to think. She had traveled this road so many times in the last six years she had not lived with her dad. She paid little attention to where she was going. It was as if she was on auto-pilot. However, there wasn’t much to think about. It was official. No matter how much she tried to deny it. She was now completely alone in the world. She had always preferred being by herself and was definitely a loner by anyone’s standards, but this time was different. It hadn’t been her choice.

A few days previous she had received that dreaded phone call. Her father had suddenly and unexpectedly passed away from a heart attack. Shelly wiped away a tear remembering the conversation. It wasn’t actually a conversation as she had hardly said a word as her father’s pastor gave her the news. Her father never had any heart problems before – at least none they had known about. He was never one to go to the doctor for no reason. Maybe if he had gone they would have known his cholesterol was through the roof and clogging his arteries. If her dad had known, he could have done something about it and then he might still be here with her. But there was no going back. There was only now and she was alone.

Shelly had no other family. Her mother had passed away shortly after delivering Shelly and she had been the last living member of her family. Over the years Shelly and her father had researched her mother’s family tree so she could learn about them and feel a little closer to them. Those had been some fun times with her dad and what she had learned was interesting, but that didn’t change the fact that they were all deceased. There was no more family.

Besides her father and Professor Yates, God had been the One she had always been closest to. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see Him; His presence was always felt. Even from the time Shelly was a young girl she could talk to God like she could no one else. Unlike with other people, conversation with God was never a problem. The words always flowed from her heart and soul. It didn’t matter what troubles she was facing, God was always a loving friend who could comfort her.

Her thoughts wandered back to her father. Guilt plagued her for not being there when he needed her most. After high school, Shelly attended a small college in a smaller town three hours away and had ended up staying there. It had actually been all her father’s idea for her to stay. Although it had taken a few years for Shelly to understand her father’s thinking, she understood now. It certainly wasn’t because Allen didn’t want his daughter to live at home. It was because he knew he was Shelly’s security blanket. Shelly was shy, painfully shy. Many times Shelly had fought this after graduation, thinking he had just wanted to get rid of her. She hardly had any friends while she was growing up and that hadn’t changed throughout her college years.

Shelly never seemed to mind not having friends, but Allen had minded, and it broke his heart to see her alone. She had to admit it wasn’t because the other girls Shelly’s age didn’t try. They tried over and over to include her in their conversations, but if Shelly spoke at all, it was with one one-syllable word at a time and never looking them in the eye. Shelly would never go to any events the other girls planned. No birthday parties, no movies, no get togethers, no nothing. Allen had thought by forcing her away from him, it would lead her to other people, other girls her own age and with whom she had things in common. But his plan didn’t work.

While Shelly was in college she often spoke highly of her mentor, Professor Yates. Her father had taken it upon himself to call Professor Yates and make a plan. Professor Yates understood what Allen’s concerns were. She agreed as well, that after graduation, Shelly should be on her own and not living with her father.

Since then, Shelly and her dad spoke to each other on the phone about every other day and visited back and forth as often as possible. But now, as Shelly drove through her hometown, it didn’t seem as if it had been enough. For some reason, unrealistic as it might be, she had assumed her dad would always be there. She had the feeling now that she never should have stayed away.

 

Belonging Blurb

Shelly never saw the need for companionship outside of her father and Professor Yates. Now her father is gone and Professor Yates is pushing her to step out her front door, out of her comfort zone. Then there’s Jay. His comfort zone includes the entire universe and he is bound and determined to drag Shelly along with him.

In honor of her father’s memory, Shelly picks up one of their old pastimes, genealogy. She figures it would be nice to know where she came from. It would be nice to belong. What would it feel like to belong?

Everyone seems to have a place in the world where they belong. Except Shelly.

 

 

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Excerpt Tuesday–M.H. Johnson

 This week on Excerpt Tuesday, M.H. Johnson is here sharing about her newest release, Breaking Free From Me.

Excerpt Tuesday–M.H. Johnson

 

After dinner, Jacqueline and her crew headed to the club. From the moment she walked in, it was lights, camera, and action. Jacqueline was the center of attention, and she reveled in it. She forgot all about her issues with every complimentary drink she took. As the night went on, Jacqueline continued to drink, and the more she drank, the more obnoxious she got. She started making fun of other people at the club. She quickly pointed out those unfortunate souls who would be caught dead with last year’s designer purse. Spice, who had grown up much of his life without so much as a pot to piss in became angrier and angrier at Jacqueline’s insensitivity. Even though Spice was a designer, he was not a flashy person. He lived in a small apartment and took pleasures in simple things, like reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee, rather than the shallow attention from paparazzi and camera lenses. Spice couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jackie, you need to get yourself together! Why are you acting like this? Oh, I know why. It’s because you’re drunk!”

As Spice tried to take the vodka out of her hand, Jacqueline slapped him across the face. “What’s your problem Spice? I’m just having a little fun. If you don’t like how I’m acting, be my guest and exit left.”

Spice stood at the VIP section in shock, “You know what Jackie, I feel sorry for you. You have everything, but you’re throwing it all away. I’m not going to stand by and watch you drink yourself to death. And Lena, are you just gonna sit there and watch Jackie embarrass herself? What kind of friend are you?”

Lena preoccupied by her own buzz clumsily replied, “Who do you think you are talking to Spice? Jacqueline’s right. You’re welcome to leave at any time. Besides, what harm is a little drink gonna do?”

“You’re delusional Lena. I’m outta here.”

Spice signaled for the first cab he saw, and went straight home, hoping to eradicate the night’s events from his mind.

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Breaking Free From Me – Synopsis

“A person without self-control is like a house with its doors and windows knocked out.” Proverbs 25:28 MSG

Excerpt Tuesday– M.H. Johnson

From the outside looking in, Jacqueline Devereaux had it all. Groomed to be a singer from the age of ten, she took the music world by storm. Cars, houses, clothes and anything else money could buy were at her disposal. Yet when a secret is revealed, Jacqueline comes to a fork in the road and her money and fame are not compensation enough to handle the aftermath. Plagued by the consequences of reckless behavior, Jacqueline’s life takes a devastating turn. As she deals with the results of her impulsive actions, Jacqueline will come face to face with the decisions she has made. Will she learn from her mistakes and change her destructive ways? Turn the page to discover if Jacqueline will transform her life, deny her fleshly desires and start anew.  Only time will tell if she will exercise self-control and finally learn an important lesson in breaking free from me.

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About the Author

Excerpt Tuesday – M.H. Johnson

Margaret H. Johnson is a Christian Author and Inspirational Speaker. It was through a debilitating illness that left her confined to a wheelchair that she discovered her purpose. She is the author of five books and her calling is to encourage others that the obstacles and roadblocks in life are often the same catalysts that God uses to propel us into our destiny. She received her Master’s Degree in Religion and Biblical Studies from Liberty University in 2013. Margaret finds great joy in ministering at various retreats, conferences and the like with the hope of sharing the message of Jesus Christ. Margaret enjoys blogging at mhjohnsonblog.com and she lives by the mantra – Be Real. Be Authentic. Be You. Margaret currently resides in North Carolina with her husband Corey and their three sons – Jamaal, Jamison, and Javon.

You can visit M. H. Johnson at her website.

 

Sweat by Rebecca Jenshak

  1. Title: Sweat
    Author: Rebecca Jenshak
    Series: Sweetbriar Lake
    Genre: Contemporary Romance
    Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

“A spectacular debut that I truly couldn’t put down—one of those rare romances that manages to perfectly blend realistic characters into a wonderfully sweet and sexy fairy tale. The skilled writing made the story feel both timeless and fresh. Absolutely recommend.” — Lauren Layne, New York Times Bestselling Author

Elle Hastings flees to the small town of Sweetbriar to put some distance between her and the cheating ex-boyfriend who broke her heart. When a black-tie ball provides the perfect opportunity to show him what he’s missing, Elle enlists the help of a personal trainer to make her look irresistible. She didn’t plan on her new trainer making her heart beat faster than the rigorous workouts he puts her through.
Gym owner and personal trainer, Ryan Calloway, is Sweetbriar’s most eligible bachelor. He’s worked hard to make his gym a respected and successful addition to the community he loves. When Elle walks into his office, her soft, sexy curves have his head spinning. He vows to keep their relationship professional. He has a feeling ex-lovers don’t make good clients – a theory he’s not looking to test.
Book one in the Sweetbriar Lake series of standalone novels.
She was ready to give in and get Chinese takeout instead when she spotted Ryan across the store in the produce section. Elle tried to hide between the frozen food and dairy aisle, but Ryan looked up and waved before she could get out of his line of vision. She blushed and gave him a half wave, hoping he wouldn’t come over, even as he had started walking in her direction.
Well, well, imagine Ryan Calloway in non-athletic gear. Tiny darts of awareness zinged across Elle’s nerves. Dark jeans rose from casual brown loafers and encased powerful looking thighs. Elle’s mouth went dry, and she forced herself to lift her gaze so she wouldn’t be caught staring below the belt. A form-fitting blue sweater hugged his biceps and pectoral muscles.
Oh… peach cobbler, apple pie, hot fudge sundae. The list of forbidden, high-calorie desserts did nothing to distract Elle’s mind from the yummy factor of the man walking toward her.
Heat rose into her cheeks, and she fought the urge to fan herself. Her hand shook as she self-consciously tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear.
“Hey, Elle. Fancy seeing you here.” Ryan smiled, his brown eyes turning a lighter shade.
“What in the world is kale?” Elle blurted before she could catch herself.
Ryan tipped his head back, and a deep chuckle emerged from his throat. “May I help?”
“Yes, that would be great, actually. I think I’m way out of my league here.” That was true in relation to standing next to Ryan too.
He led her through aisles and explained each item on the list and why it was important, when and how to eat it, and even offered some basic cooking ideas for kale, sweet potatoes, and some other items Elle had never bothered to cook before. Ryan was in his element; apparently, he truly believed in his work and the lifestyle he taught. It was intoxicating to see him this way, and Elle started to think there was more to this gym god than met the eye. He was smart, funny, assertive — and he made Elle feel like she was a friend instead of just a client he was taking pity on.
They finished filling the cart with items from the list, and Elle thanked him profusely.
“See ya soon, Elle,” Ryan said, handing her the food list.
Their fingers brushed at the exchange, causing Elle to jump in reaction and fumble the paper. Every time he touched her, her whole body reacted. She waved awkwardly and swerved her cart to the checkout line, putting some much-needed space between them.
Lemon meringue, strawberry shortcake, blueberry cobbler. Nope, turns out nothing sounds as delicious as Ryan Calloway.

 

Rebecca lives in Arizona with her husband and children. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, going to the movie theater, and binge-watching Netflix.

 

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Firefly by Molly McAdams


Title: Firefly
Author: Molly McAdams
Series: A Redemption Novel
Genre: Romantic Suspense


“I’m wrecked, ruined, destroyed, and in awe.” – #1 New York Times bestselling author, Rachel Van Dyken

The next captivating installment in New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams’s Redemption series.

As the Princess of the Irish-American Mob, there’s no shortage of men ready to help guard and protect me. To slowly suffocate me to the point of seeking freedom—a place where I can breathe.

Kieran Hayes has been saving me for as long as I can remember. It’s in his blood, and one of the many reasons I fell in love with him. Until my favorite trait became his biggest flaw, making me resent the man I love. An unwavering warrior, his love for me has been shrouded by those instincts.

Save Lily. Protect Lily. Hide Lily. Cage Lily.

What I wasn’t prepared for was Dare—the man who would set my world on fire with just one touch. He saw straight through to my soul, as though he knew I was desperate for freedom, and silently demanded my heart from the beginning.

And I didn’t expect Dare to be Demitri Borello—the reason for so many deaths in my family. A man who will take my life the moment he finds out who I am.

Despite it all, I’ll love him until that moment comes.

A fire will die if there is no oxygen for it to consume. Ours is rapidly stealing every last breath we can sacrifice to it.

 

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“Nothing’s getting past me,” I assured her.

Her breath washed over my lips as I leaned in to kiss her again when she whispered, “I thought we were talking about you.”

I paused for a few seconds, then looked up into her hazel eyes. “What?”

“I think I’m in danger from you.”

My brow pulled tight, and I forced out a low, frustrated laugh. “Me.”

She nodded again, the movement of her head so slow as her eyes explored mine. “I need you to let me go for so many reasons, but I easily forget why when you don’t. I think there was a reason neither of us crossed that invisible barrier before today. Because being in your arms?” She hesitated, her tongue quickly darting out to wet her lips. “Trust me, it’s dangerous.”

A weight pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Because damn it if she wasn’t right.

There were dozens of girls over the years who’d meant nothing more than a night. Maybe two. Not one could I remember the name of, most I couldn’t remember their face.

Then there’d been one who I would’ve sold my soul for if I could’ve had one more night with her.

My days with her had been everything. A slow burn that had built over time until I hadn’t been able to get enough of her. Until she’d meant too much.

And there hadn’t been a girl since.

Not a second glance. Not a thought. Nothing.

Until one morning at Brooks a few years ago.

But there was nothing slow about the thoughts and needs for the girl pressed against me. There hadn’t been since the very first morning I’d found her staring at a mirror like it had the power to destroy her world. Like that possibility fascinated her.

Fuck, if I didn’t need to find out why.

Dangerous was exactly what we were. Only she had no idea just how much.

My gut twisted as unwanted thoughts entered my mind, but I pushed them away. Because I knew what I needed to do. I needed to let her go and force myself not to follow.

But when there’s a flicker of light in your life after so much darkness, it’s impossible to stay away.

And this girl burned so damn bright.

Calling to me and beckoning me toward her, and I knew no matter how many times I let her slip away, I would follow her just to catch her again.

I brushed my thumb across her full lips. “Goddamn firefly.”

A powerhouse romantic suspense that will have you questioning your morals and second guessing your view on love.

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Molly grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband, daughter, and fur babies. When she’s not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and fried pickles, and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm … or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren’t really happening.

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Hell Hath No Fury by Annabelle Anders

Title: Hell Hath No Fury
Author: Annabelle Anders
Genre: Regency
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

Most London Misses are looking to find a husband, Cecily Nottingham wants to get rid of one.

To keep the money, he has to keep her as well…
Cecily Nottingham has made a huge mistake.
The marriage bed was still warm when the earl she thought she loved crawled out of it and announced that he loved someone else.
Loves. Someone else.
All he saw in Cecily was her dowry.
But he’s in for the shock of his life, because in order to keep the money, he has to keep her.
With nothing to lose, Cecily sets out to seduce her husband’s cousin, Stephen Nottingham, in an attempt to goad the earl into divorcing her. Little does she realize that Stephen would turn out to be everything her husband was not: Honorable, loyal, trustworthy…Handsome as sin.
Stephen only returned to England for one reason. Save his cousin’s estate from financial ruin. Instead, he finds himself face to face with his cousins beautiful and scorned wife, he isn’t sure what to do first, strangle his cousin, or kiss his wife. His honor is about to be questioned, right along with his self-control.
Amid snakes, duels and a good catfight, Cecily realizes the game she’s playing has high stakes indeed.  There are only a few ways for a marriage to end in Regency England and none of them come without a high price. Is she willing to pay it? Is Stephen? A ‘Happily Ever After’ hangs in the balance, because, yes, love can conquer all, but sometimes it needs a little bit of help.

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“Stephen!” she gasped, shocked by what he seemed intent upon doing. “What on earth are you doing?”
He  looked up at her, smiling lustily. “Nothing.”
And then he went about his business.
Not in a million years had she ever imagined allowing a man to do… this!
And with his mouth no less!
“Oh, my God! Stephen, you are wicked,” she said, feeling quite wicked herself as she grasped the sides of his head.
He was not to be deterred. His tongue stroked and sucked in much the same way he’d done with her mouth, causing a new multitude of sensations to spiral inside of her.
He paused only a moment to look up at her.
“Surrender, Cecily.” He said. Giving her a lazy, sensual smile, “And prepare to die.”

A little about the music in the trailer…

The song for the trailer was written by myself and my sister, Marcie Stanley. Marcie’s beautiful voice is featured while she plays the piano… Due to illness, Marcie doesn’t perform much anymore so it was very special for me to be able to use the song that we wrote together, over twenty years ago.
The Song is titled “Disposable Relationship.”  I have a few tweeks for the lyrics to fit Stephen and Cecily’s situation.  Next time Marcie is up to recording I’ll change them to this:
For you, I would have done anything.
For you, can NOT have my soul.
For once you looked at me with empty eyes, the consequences… began to roll…
You’re a disposable relationship, damn the ton I’ll see your body gone. I’m throwing away a piece of my heart with you.
with the ash and the chamber pots of my life… you’re going down and I won’t cry… anymore…
Married to the same man for over 25 years, Annabelle Anders is mother to three children and two Miniature Wiener dogs. After owning a business and experiencing considerable success, she and her husband got caught in the financial crisis and lost everything; their business, their home, even their car.
At this point, she put her B.A. in Poly Sci to use and took work as a waitress and bartender.
Unwilling to give up on a professional life, she simultaneously went back to college and obtained a degree in Energy Management.
And then the energy market dropped off.
And then her dog died.
We can only be grateful for this series of unfortunate events, for, with nothing to lose and completely demoralized, she sat down and began to write the romance novels which had until then, existed only in her imagination.
She is happy to have found her place in life.
Finally.

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I write under the name ANNABELLE ANDERS and my first book, Hell Hath No Fury released on 7-7-17.   I love the date!
Anyway, my novel is an edgy Regency Romance. I say ‘ edgy’, because it’s a little off the beaten path. Whereas most heroines in Regency Romances begin the story NEEDING a husband, my character, Cecily, needs to get rid of one. The man she married (an earl)  turned out to be a complete and utter toad (not literally! LOL)
My QUESTION FOR THIS GIVEAWAY is: Does it bother you that the hero is not the man she is married to in the beginning? E-mail your comment to andersannabelle@gmail.com  along with your address and I’ll send you a Hell Hath No Fury Tasseled Bookmark. (First 20 Respondents) Please include the name of the group or blog you are responding from 🙂
I look forward to discovering your thoughts on this concept!

Excerpt Tuesday–Shoba Sadler

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This week on Excerpt Tuesday, Shoba Sadler is here sharing about her newest release, Child of Dust.

Excerpt from Child of Dust by Shoba Sadler
“Julia!” Kim gasped.

“Ha! I knew I’d catch you here.” Julia expertly slid off her mare with the grace of a Native-American warrior. “Welcome back, girlfriend.”

Roused from shock, Kim advanced towards her roommate for a joyous hug.

“I’m so sorry about your parents,” Julia wheezed under the tight embrace. When they drew apart, she explained, “I badly wanted to come for the funeral, but I didn’t know when or where it was. I had to read about it in the papers.”

Kim grew wary at the mention of papers. The brash Julia was fully capable of posing awkward questions about the scandalous accusations of Judge Cao. To Kim’s relief, the redhead brushed her aside, pulling off suede riding gloves. Her interest strayed to the array of food. “I never believe a thing those bozos say, anyway. True journalism is dead in this country. What do we have here? A picnic, all alone?”

“Well, Bryan is here.”

Julia swung to Kim, arching an eyebrow before following her friend’s glance.

“Why, hello there,” Julia chirped.

Bryan nodded. Kim quickly explained“He’s my chauffeur.”

“How interesting. How come I’ve never met you before, Bryan?”

“Julia.” Kim raised her voice in embarrassment. “I just told you he’s a chauffeur. How would you have met a chauffeur?”

“The same way you’re having a romantic picnic with him, I suppose.” Julia chuckled in amusement.

Kim turned red. Ignoring the jibe, she invited Julia to have some breakfast. The redhead couldn’t stop scrutinising Bryan. “Care to join us, Bryan?”

“For God’s sakes, will you stop speaking to him? He doesn’t understand English.”

“Really?” Julia giggled. Her shock of red curls reflected her bubbly nature as it bounced at her every move. “Well, in that case I suppose it’s safe to tell you that I find him gut-wrenchingly gorgeous.”

“You would too,” Kim grumbled in annoyance as she sank next to the towel on the ground. “Would you like some coffee?”

Julia ignored Kim’s offer. “You mean you don’t?”

Kim’s gaze fell on Bryan. For one crazy moment she thought he looked at her expectantly but the thought perished as soon as it was born.

“Coffee, Julia?”

Kim’s persistence paid off.

“Sure,” Julia accepted, dropping beside her friend. One quick glance around told Julia Bryan had disappeared. Taking the cup from Kim she effused, “I’m overjoyed that you’re back, Kimmy. I missed you.”

“Well, we only came – ” Appalled at referring to Bryan as an actual person, Kim immediately qualified, “I mean I only came to collect my belongings.”

“But why?” Julia asked, swishing back the abundant red locks haloing her face to take a bite of a rice cake.

Kim carefully explained that she needed time to adjust to her loss. No mention was made to any financial problems. As expected, Julia did mention seeing Kim in the newspapers. It was awful to have to repeat the official version without adding her two cents worth of what she thought of the stupid official version.

 To avoid the repressive feeling, Kim shifted the conversation to Julia, who was more than happy to fill her roommate in on her school and family life.

“Has that Vietnamese girl moved in with your father yet?”

Julia’s mouth quirked. “No. They’re waiting for me to finish this semester and go back to New York. Then you can be sure that tramp will move in.”

Kim flashed anxious glances towards the path leading to the stream. “I wonder where Bryan is. We need to head back to Hanoi and I haven’t even packed yet.”

“What’s the hurry?” Julia began stuffing the discarded utensils and serviettes into a plastic bag while Kim carefully put away the food.

Reluctant to mention that it was Bryan who was in a hurry, Kim mumbled something about having some work to do. At the back of her mind she wondered if it was wise for Bryan to leave so soon with hardly any rest. It was a long drive.

They’d left for Dalat immediately after her meeting with the lawyers and the press, upon Kim informing Bryan that she had hardly any personal effects with her. Julia’s girlish voice penetrated Kim’s pondering over whether she should use all of her remaining money to purchase flight tickets for Bryan and herself.

“How come he doesn’t speak English? He looks-”

Kim knew Julia was referring to Bryan and interjected. “I know. He’s Amerasian.”

“Oh, one of those. How exciting.” It was not far-fetched to experience dread when Julia slanted her head with a gleam in her eye. It always meant a scheme was brewing. “I’ve never actually met one of those half-breeds. They’re mainly street kids, I’m told.”

Kim winced at the term ‘half-breed’. “I wish you wouldn’t be so insensitive.”

Julia shrugged. “Why? Isn’t that what they are? The American troops pulled out of Saigon and left a whole bunch of-”

“Amerasians. That’s what they left behind.”

 Blurb

 

 

National Indie Excellence Awards Finalist

If you loved the movie LION starring Dev Patel and Nicole Kidman, you will be touched by what Amerasian Bryan Nguyen had to endure as a child.

Beautiful but spoilt Vietnamese socialite, Cao Kim Lye, learns of her parent’s shocking death from the dashing Amerasian family chauffeur, Bryan Nguyen.

Kim steps out of a world of crystal and chandelier to enter the dust and chaos of working-class Hanoi. She finds herself living under the roof of a shop cum living quarters with Bryan and his adoptive family.

Ever conscious of the privileged class, Kim struggles against the emotional ties she forms towards Bryan, the reluctant saviour, who considers her an unnecessary hitch to his already complicated life.

He still bears the scars of abandonment by his mother and his American GI father when U.S. troops pulled out of Vietnam.

Eventually, Bryan and Kim’s powerful attraction to each other begins to break down the wall between them.

 

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Shoba Sadler has been a freelance journalist for 20 years, writing for both secular and Christian press. She is founder of Agape magazine in Malaysia. She is a versatile inspirational author that likes to write in multiple genres. She has pioneered a new genre in inspirational multi-cultural writing with her novel Child of Dust available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LVW167W. Learn more about her and read for free her award-winning short stories at http://shobasadler.com/
 
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Excerpt Tuesday– Erynn Newman

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This week on Excerpt Tuesday, ERYNN NEWMAN is here sharing about her newest release, Out of Darkness.

Elisabeth’s dad pulled to a stop in front of her little bungalow.

Theirs. Hers and Drew’s.

Her dad helped her out of the car and kept his arm around her as they walked up the steps to the porch. Mom followed behind carrying her train in the world’s saddest processional.

She tried to unlock the door with shaking hands. The keys clattered onto the porch, and her dad scooped them up. His hands were steady and sure, sliding the key into the lock. The door swung open, but Elisabeth’s feet refused to cross the threshold—the threshold Drew was supposed to carry her over.

Her breathing hitched, and she clutched her dad’s hand at her waist. “Daddy, I can’t.”

He wrapped both arms around her, and she buried her face in his collar.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He somehow managed to get them inside and over to the couch.

She sat wrapped up in his arms as he whispered a prayer against her hair. She tried to close her eyes, but she couldn’t stop picturing the explosion. Instead, she focused on a blank spot on the opposite wall—the spot she and Drew had saved for their wedding portrait.

Mom and Dad bookended her on the couch, rubbing her back but not speaking. They knew. There was nothing they could say.

The sun began to set, and her mom broke their silent vigil. “Should I light some lamps? It’s getting dark in here.”

“No, dark is good.” She stood on wobbly legs. “You’ve done enough. Why don’t you go home? I’ll call if—”

“Don’t you want us to stay?” Her mother looked stricken. “I don’t want to leave you like this. I can sleep on the couch, or…”

“No, Mom. I just want to be alone.”

“At least let me help you get out of your dress.” She swiped at a stain on the bodice. “You’re soaked.”

“No!” Elisabeth shrank back, wrapping her arms around herself. “I can’t take it off—not yet.” That would mean… “I can’t.”

Her mom started to argue, but Daddy intervened. “It’s okay, baby. Whatever you need.” He turned to her mom. “Come on, Patricia. Let’s give her some space.” His hand covered the small of her back as he led her to the door.

Drew always did that—leading me, making me feel safe.

Her dad stopped and turned around. Grasping Elisabeth’s face in his hands, he kissed her forehead. His eyes shone in the waning light, his shaggy brown hair grayer than before.

Mom stepped in and wrapped her in a tight hug, leaving her cheek wet.

And then they were gone.

She locked the door behind them—something Drew always insisted on when she lived by herself. She wasn’t supposed to be alone anymore. Not ever again.

She grabbed his scarf from the peg by the door and wrapped it around her neck—inhaling him. She needed to feel close to him. Groping her way over to the phone, she entered the voicemail code. Drew’s voice cut through the too-quiet house. “Goodnight, beautiful. I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Marek tomorrow. I love you. For always.”

Then the automated voice broke in. “To delete this message, press three. To save it and go on, press four. To repeat your messages, press five.”

She pressed five as she fumbled down the hall to the bedroom. She didn’t bother to pull back the covers, just curled up against the pillows with the phone tucked under her ear.

She pressed five again.

 

Out Of Darkness Blurb

 

A bride and a widow in the same day, Elisabeth’s prayers are about to be answered . . . if the CIA, international arms dealers, and her best friend don’t stand in the way.

Elisabeth Allen gave her heart to Jesus as a little girl and to Drew Marek as a teenager. When their wedding day finally arrives, it’s the happiest day of her life–until a car bomb transforms her dream come true into a living nightmare.

As Best Man at the wedding, Gabriel Di Salvo promises Drew–his best friend and CIA partner–he’ll look after Elisabeth, but he never dreams it will become necessary so soon. As Elisabeth struggles to put the pieces of her life back together without Drew, Gabe becomes her rock, and as they share their grief and begin to heal, their friendship gradually deepens into something more.

Three years later, Gabe and Elisabeth are planning a future together when he receives a shocking call from the one man who can upend his happiness: Drew. Suspecting someone at the CIA is behind his abduction, Drew refuses to come home. Instead, he asks Gabe to bring Elisabeth to him. Now Gabe just has to figure out how to let her go.

Drew and Elisabeth race across Europe, dodging international arms dealers and attempting to reclaim what was stolen from them. But years of captivity and torture have left their mark on Drew. He is no longer the same boy Elisabeth fell in love with, but he is still her husband, and she’s determined to build something new and leave her relationship with Gabe in the past if her heart will get the memo.

When their enemies close in and the threat of a terrorist attack escalates, Gabe may be the only person they can trust. Drew, Elisabeth, and Gabe are thrown into a fight for their lives–one that will test their loyalties to God, country . . . and each other.

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ERYNN NEWMAN is a pastor’s kid, raised in churches all over the Eastern Seaboard. She writes heart-gripping romance with a dash of seat-gripping suspense. As a little girl, she created rich fantasy worlds and imaginary friends that followed her into adulthood, when she realized that meant she was either a crazy person or a writer—or maybe both. Out of Darkness was born as she wandered the cobblestone streets of Europe during a semester abroad.

Since earning her degree in Christian Studies, she has traveled the world and served as a missionary, a counselor, an ESL teacher, and a nanny. Though she has never worked with the CIA, her DVR contains a veritable Who’s Who of international spies.

She is passionate about God’s glory and storytelling, and is blessed to be able to use one to accomplish the other. She is a Carolina girl, a wife, and Mama to a very busy little boy, two cats, and a gaggle of characters that live inside her head.

She can be reached at her website, Facebook, and Twitter.

Excerpt Tuesday–Sarina Rose

Excerpt Tuesday–Sarina Rose

This week on Excerpt Tuesday, Sarina Rose is here sharing about her newest release, The Relentless American.

Part I – Daniel

Chapter 1

“No more blood!” the crowd chanted. It was June 1970. The television news cameras focused on unnamed faces. I held my peace sign poster high as I led a long line of war protestors east on New York City’s Central Park South. I glanced at the New York City Police Department keeping the peace, keeping us away from the two senators about to arrive for dinner at the landmark Plaza Hotel. We were sure their agenda focused on Vietnam, and we wanted to influence them to stop the bombings. We wanted them to influence Congress, the president, and Henry Kissinger who was at the peace talks in Paris.

“Will we make a difference today?” I asked my friend, Daniel MacIntyre, who had appeared at my side, but I was looking at Officer Sal Mendoza. He caught my eye.      He was one good-looking cop.

“Do you know Officer Mendoza?” I asked Daniel.

“I spoke to him at the last protest. Be careful with your attention, Hannah. He’s married.”

“Right. Thanks for the heads-up.”

Vietnam’s civil war had splintered the United States. The war divided families, friends, and classmates on its own tiny peninsula in Southeast Asia as well as in North America. It affected the military men and women as well as their civilian families. It took a heavy toll. The Vietnam War was a mammoth, frightening ogre who roared and raged over the United States. It had engaged most Americans, be they in favor or opposed. The ogre didn’t threaten the U.S. mainland or any of its territories, while it continued to endanger U.S. lives.The president continued to send troops to battle the communists.

Things were going smoothly at the protest until someone bumped me and I fell to my knees. I looked up. Officer Mendoza glanced at me. When Daniel reached down to help me, a woman tripped over him and smashed a bottle of thick red liquid on the pavement. She shouted, “No more U.S. blood!” Other voices joined hers. Soon, the chant reverberated throughout the circular drive in front of The Plaza. “No more blood! No more blood!”

A scuffle broke out as the police arrested the woman. One man tried to pull her away from an officer. Another officer grabbed the man’s arm, and both slipped on the slimy pavement. I tried to help, but someone stopped me. I turned and looked into the black opal eyes of Officer Mendoza. He marched me to the police van parked on the other side of the barricade. Another officer brought Daniel.

“They think I planned this, Daniel. Say something,” I called to him.

“You want me to say something? How about you? Go on. Speak up for yourself.”

“You’re the guy who has connections at the precinct.”

“And you’re the girl who wants to be an independent woman.”

“Later,” Mendoza snapped as he looked at me and led me van.

Daniel sat next to me. His knee leaned against mine. His shoulder followed. I knew Daniel. I knew his political and personal views on everything from high school curricula to marriage and raising children.

 

   Blurb: Hannah loses Daniel to Vietnam, maybe. Does she get a second chance at love? Sal Mendoza thinks he knows the answer.

Excerpt Tuesday–Sarina RoseMarie Gentile is a young widow working in her brother’s law office investigating divorce cases. She longs for adventure and the chance to work on criminal cases. She is lucky to have a job after the economic depression of the 1930’s. As she sits in a diner waiting for a friend, a handsome man comes through the door and attracts her attention.Charles Stanhope is a handsome strong British secret agent who in his words is married to ending Hitler’s war. He is in the United States to recruit Marie to assist him in preparing propaganda to be dropped over Italy to thwart the German Occupation and the rule of Mussolini. He succeeds and the two spend evenings working together. It is love at first sight for him. He wants her with him. He has to arrange that.

  • The Relentless Italian http://amzn.to/2qG59D9This man excites me. He instigates sensual feelings deep inside me I do not often experience. The pit of my insides ignites into a fire, not even an ocean can quench. His persistence is uncanny. However, his living on two continents is risky for a relationship. Business in Italy? What kind of business could it possibly be? He’s a college senior.

Excerpt Tuesday–Sarina Rose

 

Biography:

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Sarina Rose was born to first generation Italian-American parents in New Jersey. Her childhood memories of living in the four-family apartment house with extended family decorate her books. Two cousins living in the house and two uncles on her mother’s side were drafted and served in Europe and Japan. One was killed in France. Her father’s family occupied the four apartments throughout her childhood into her late teens. The families took their meals together, and she wandered through the apartments at will.

She attended local public schools and learned to use the public library as a youngster. She graduated from the College of Saint Elizabeth in Morristown, NJ with a B.A. and a certificate to teach Spanish grades K-12. Sarina taught seventeen years in several New Jersey school districts spaced with raising four children and working as a tutor and insurance service representative.

Sarina continued studies at Kean University graduate school accruing credits in computer usage, reading, liberal studies, science, art history, music history, and cooperative education courses. Along the way, I enrolled in an on-line creative writing class and began what I love to do now which is writing stories full time.”

Sarina says she is lucky enough now to live near the beach on the Space Coast in Florida with her husband and their two lovable dogs, Andy, a Labradoodle, and Cici, a Shih Tzu.

Sarina Rose is a member of Space Coast Authors of Romance and Romance writers of America. She is also a member of the Melbourne Women’s Club. “I enjoy the Women’s club where I am the Arts Chairperson and contribute to the monthly newsletter. She quilts children’s blankets for local hospitals and wheelchair bags for nursing homes. Sarina is a docent at the Ruth Funk Center for Textile Arts at the Florida Institute of Technology and leads a lively discussion of publishing at S.A.I.L. (Senior Adventures in Learning).Excerpt Tuesday–Sarina Rose