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Summer Bride

Title: Summer Bride
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Genre: Sweet Romance, RomCom
Publication Date: July 12th, 2018
Two scheming matchmakers are at it again…
Sage Presley loves her job as the receptionist at Golden Skies Retirement Village in Holiday, Oregon. She enjoys the residents and their wisdom, even if some of them are more than a little quirky. Determined to ignore the matchmaking efforts of two women at the retirement home, Sage’s sole focus is on raising her brother, Shane. In spite of her best efforts, she can’t help but notice the hunky electrician who continually comes to her rescue.   Grateful for the opportunity to open his own electrical business, Justin James moves to Holiday full of plans and dreams. He’s quickly drawn in by the close-knit community, but finds the lack of suitable single women disturbing. Despite himself, his attention is captured by the receptionist at the retirement home where he’s working on a big job. Yet, he can’t begin to understand why two matchmaking octogenarians are intent on forcing him together with the woman he’s convinced is married. 
A sweet romance sprinkled with humor, hope, and the meaning of real love, Summer Bride will warm the hearts of readers while bringing them a smile.
USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes character-driven romances with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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Matilda held out a bright purple gift bag with orange polka-dotted tissue paper stuffed inside.
Justin took the bag, removed the tissue, and pulled out a T-shirt. He unfolded it and held it up, unable to hide a grin. “I work with strippers” was emblazoned across the front along with a silhouette of a pair of wire strippers.
“This is great. Thank you so much,” he said, smiling at the two women.
“Try it on! We want to see how it looks,” Matilda said in an insistent tone.
Ruth placed a hand on Matilda’s arm, as though she could restrain her friend’s demands and ideas. “Now, Tilly, let’s leave the boy alone and let him get back to work.”
“Not just yet. It’s only half as fun if he doesn’t model the shirt for us,” Matilda said, her vermilion-coated lips rolling into a pout.
Justin wondered how an octogenarian could appear so girlish, but Matilda Dale had it down to an art.
Rather than disappoint her, he unbuttoned his work shirt and slipped it off then pulled the T-shirt on over his head.
“How’s it look?” he asked, wondering if Matilda had purposely ordered a size too small or if it had been an accident. The shirt clung to every muscle and outlined every line and ridge of his form.
“Mmm. I’m not sure. Let’s get another opinion.” Matilda grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the construction area. He went along, not wanting to disrupt her fun. However, he hoped no one saw him parading around in the T-shirt that was outrageously tight.
Ruth strolled along on his other side. “We really should let him get back to work, Tilly.”
“Oh, bosh. This will just take a moment.” Matilda said, leading him down the hallway to the lobby.
Justin wanted to pull away and turn around when he saw Sage sitting at the receptionist’s desk talking to someone on the telephone. She wore her hair twisted away from her face and secured at the back of her head in a tidy knot, although a few wisps escaped and danced around her cheeks. She looked lovely in a pink top that brought out roses in her cheeks and accented the soft shade of her lips. Lips that looked so inviting and entirely too kissable.
Annoyed with himself for noticing every detail about her appearance, he freed himself from Matilda’s grasp. “I don’t want to bother her. She’s busy working and I should be, too.”
“Fiddle-faddle,” Matilda said, giving him a push forward. “See, she just hung up the phone.”
Justin started to argue, but Matilda gave him another push and waved a hand at Sage. “Sage, darling, we need your opinion.”
Sage glanced up from the note she was writing then did a double take. Her amazing green eyes widened in shock as she gaped at him. Slowly, a smile lifted the corners of her mouth into an amused smile.
“What kind of opinion, Matilda?” Sage asked, leaning back in her desk chair. Her gaze lifted and Justin felt the impact when it collided with his. Something magnetic and strong arced between them, like electricity dancing between two points of contact.
“We bought this shirt for Justin as a thank you for his help the night of your accident. What do you think? Does it fit him okay?”  Matilda asked. The brazen old woman ran her hand across the width of his chest then had the audacity to wink at him.
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Woman in the Photograph

Title: Woman in the Photograph
Author: L.L. Hunter 
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance/RomCom
Cover Designer: KILA Designs
Publication Date: July 31st, 2018
You know the saying. A picture is worth a thousand words?
Well, it’s true.
And I’m going to tell you why. Or rather, show you.
My name is Chloe Vanderbilt and a few weeks ago, my life changed forever.
And it’s all due to one single photograph.
Freelance writer Chloe Vanderbilt never imagined her life would become a story.
As a Hollywood gossip columnist for one of Australia’s biggest entertainment websites, she’d always written about the lives of those far more glamourous than herself.
One steamy summer night, and a few wines too many, an encounter with a mysterious stranger at a party shakes up her world.
No cameras or phones were allowed at the party, so Chloe thought she’d take the secret to her grave.
When a picture emerges a few weeks later of her and Hollywood ‘it’ boy Jack Dean, it gets tongues wagging and before long, Chloe finds herself the heroine of her own story.
Everyone wants to know about the Sydney writer who stole the heart of Hollywood’s latest heartthrob.
Soon, all of Chloe’s wildest dreams come true.
But is it happening too fast?
Chloe has a decision to make: lose her dignity, or the greatest love of her life?
When the world falls at her feet, will Chloe run with it, or away from it?
This is a story about how one photograph can make or break you.
L.L. Hunter is the author of over 20 published works, including The Legend of the Archangel Series and The Garden of Eden. She has studied everything from veterinary nursing, forensic science, and dramatic arts, but has always known her true calling was to be an author. 

She has been writing since her teens – everything from fan fiction, to song lyrics, to plays and musicals. When not working on her next paranormal romance, she can be found at home in Australia, reading somewhere comfortable with one or both of her “fur babies.” Follow her on Facebook, Twitter @llhunterbooks, and her blog –

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Beaver Blunder

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Beaver Blunder 
by Gwyn McNamee
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: A Scandalous Slip Story; Book 3
One brief mistake. A world of hurt.
No panties. No problem. At least until I slip on the wet floor and go heels over head in front of my colleagues and half the courthouse. Returning to consciousness can’t be more awkward, until I find out who my sexy, argumentative, and bossy knight in shining armor really is. My career may not survive my beaver blunder, and my heart might not survive Owen Grant.
Madeleine Ryan tumbles into my life on a wave of perfume and public embarrassment. She falls and exposes herself in front of me, and I find myself falling for her despite the fact she fights me every chance she gets. Being a woman in a good ol’ boy profession demands a certain brashness, but it definitely has me thinking, maybe litigators shouldn’t be lovers.
With stressful jobs and big attitudes, going commando has never been so freeing.


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Gwyn McNamee is an attorney, writer, wife, and mother (to one human baby and two fur babies). Originally from the Midwest, Gwyn relocated to her husband’s home town of Las Vegas in 2015 and is enjoying her respire from the cold and snow. Gwyn has been writing down her crazy stories and ideas for years and finally decided to share them with the world. She loves to write stories with a bit of suspense and action mingled with romance and heat.
When she isn’t either writing or voraciously devouring any books she can get her hands on, Gwyn is busy adding to her tattoo collection, golfing, and stirring up trouble with her perfect mix of sweetness and sarcasm (usually while wearing heels).
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It’s Never Too Late For Love

Title: It’s Never too Late for Love
Author: Marsha Casper Cook
Genre: RomCom
Publication Date: January 3rd, 2018
Confirmed bachelor Noah Meyers thinks living his life without a wife is just fine and manages to dodge his meddling mother’s repeated attempts to fix him up.
When an adorable dog named Gracie finds her way into his life and decides to play matchmaker, Noah finds his carefully constructed world is turned upside down.
Will Gracie complete her mission to finally find a fairy tale happy ending for Noah and ultimately help herself find happiness too?
It’s Never Too Late For Love is a timeless and delightful love story filled with a lot of laughter and just a hint of magic.
From romance and inspirational to adventure and fiction, Marsha has more than 20 years of experience in the writing industry. Overall, there are 12 books, five of which are children’s and 11 feature-length screenplays published and written under her name. Several of her screenplays have been optioned by Production Companies.
She has a lot of fun with her writing and with her latest romantic comedy, It’s Never Too Late For Love, she has decided to use this book as the start for a new series featuring Gracie, as dog that is not only an angel, but she talks.
She is also the founder of Michigan Avenue Media and a partner of the World of Ink Network where she does her podcast, A Good Story Is A Good Story. Marsha is not only the host she currently produces all the Podcasts. Her shows are about writing and what’s new in the entertainment field.
She also tackles many subjects that are currently in the news. The World Of Ink/ Michigan Avenue Media has produced hundreds of shows over the last eight years and will continue to help writers reach their goals as she did when Marsha founded the literary agency Marcus Bryan & Associates in 1996.
She achieved signatory status from the Writers Guild of America (WGA) within two years. In that capacity, she has represented more than 100 screenwriters and authors, and has also optioned books to movie production companies.
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Relationship Resuscitation


The Juniper Court Series

by Jennifer Theriot

Genre: ‘Seasoned’ Romantic Comedy

Book Publication Date: February 28, 2018

Meet Phillip & Jayne Miller, original homeowners on Juniper Court. He’s a successful attorney; she’s a flourishing blogger. Head over heels in love and approaching 50, their relationship needs a little jump start. With the Miller’s twin girls married and moved away from Sunview, Phillip and Jayne decide it’s time to focus on resuscitating their relationship, complete with spicing up their neglected sex life. When competition between the two sets in, it becomes a full out game to see who can one-up the other trying new things. Ah, yes. Life on Juniper Court gets interesting… and sometimes embarrassing. Be careful what you wish for and where you stick your nose. Sometimes keeping up with the Joneses–or in this case, the Sullivans can have consequences.



M. Capehart has been narrating since 2008, and has over 60 audiobooks to her credit. Her childhood was spent performing in theater and music, and studying Spanish. She is adept at voicing both male and female characters, and a wide variety of accents and ages. She has received excellent reviews on her romance narrations, and stays very busy narrating this genre. A dedicated sound-proofed recording booth helps ensure her recordings are clean and require very little treatment in post-production. M records on a high quality AudioTechnica 4040 condenser mic and annually hires professional sound engineers to evaluate her sound.

In addition to adhering to the highest technical quality, M also takes performance training classes each year, in order to learn new methods, and hone her narration skills. A major component of her continuing professional education is attending the annual Audio Publisher Association Convention.


USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot (pronounced Terrio) hails from the Great State of Texas. She is a career woman, working as CFO of a Texas based real estate investment firm. She felt something was missing and discovered her passion for writing–mostly at night and on weekends. In her limited spare time Jennifer enjoys being outdoors; preferably somewhere on a beach curled up with a good book. Spending time with family and friends, watching a baseball game and enjoying a good bottle of wine are usually on her to-do lists. Jennifer has three grown children and is also ‘MiMi’ to four beautiful grandkids – all of whom she adores.



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Release Blitz: Heartbreaker
by Pavan Kaur and Maddie Wade
Genre: Romantic Comedy
She is light, she is colour. Her beauty and innocent zest for life crack through the cold exterior of my heart shining a light on its shriveled darkness. I crave her touch, like a drug, a drug I can’t give up. They call me the Heartbreaker, but the tables are about to turn.
I am not ready for love to tie me down. The pieces of my life are finally all coming together. 
Then I bump into a stranger and my life changes forever. He is everything I am not, but I crave his touch, the sound of his voice. Now I have to decide do I walkaway from the man I love or do I let the Heartbreaker win.
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Plot Twist

Release Blitz: Plot Twist
by K.L. Montgomery
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: Romance in Rehoboth; Book Three


If you think what’s happening on stage is entertaining … you should see what’s happening BACKSTAGE!
A brand new show is coming to Rehoboth Beach! Jack and Claire (yes, THAT Claire) Reilly have written an original musical, and they have the perfect cast. Plus, there’s pirates. Who doesn’t love pirates?
Meric Chandler is a neurotic, introverted accountant by day, but at night he transforms into a magnetic leading man whose voice makes all the girls swoon. Just getting over a divorce, he has sworn off backstage romances. After all, that’s how he met his EX wife.
Lindy Larson prefers to stay behind the scenes, but her girlfriends convince her to audition for a new local theater production. She has a stunning voice but plans to blend in as much as possible, which isn’t easy to do when you’re the awkward plus-size girl with two left feet. 
While backstage romances are to be expected, they don’t usually shut down the entire production. But you know what they say: the show must go on!
Plot Twist is Book 3 of the Romance in Rehoboth Series, where the ladies are strong and independent and the men are actually nice guys. These delightful romantic comedies are set against the backdrop of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware’s top vacation destination. This book can be read as a standalone, but make sure to check out the other books in the series, Fat Girl and The Flip. Book 4 is due out in Summer 2018.


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Technically Speaking

Continue the Romantic Comedy of Errors series by buying, Technically Speaking today.



I stayed to help Logan clean up after dinner, but he wouldn’t let me do any work. He made me a cup of the tea I loved, and I just hung out, leaning over the large island in the kitchen and making jokes while he washed and put dishes away.

“Why do you drink that stuff anyways? You know it’s still a stimulant,” he said about my tea. He’d been ridiculing it, saying that it tasted like sewage, which was actually pretty funny because my best friend, Julia, says that same thing.

“Coffee is too acidic. I prefer to be in a more alkaline state,” I replied and immediately regretted my words, realizing what a snooty, basic, rich girl I sounded like.

“It sounds like you’ve never had good coffee then,” he said. “Your grandmother has a nice cappuccino maker and some decent looking Italian coffee.”

“I’ve only had coffee once when I was younger. I had a sip of my dad’s one morning before work and not only did it taste awful, but it burned my mouth. Plus, my dad yelled at me for it,” I confessed.

“Well, you definitely haven’t had good coffee then. Here, I’ll make you some,” he said and fired on the cappuccino maker. The thing buzzed and roared and whizzed while Logan pressed buttons and poured this and that into that and this. I had no idea what he was doing but the result was a small cup of frothy, warm, brown liquid with a little heart drawn in the middle of the foam.

“Wow, this looks amazing. I almost don’t want to drink it,” I said, but I took a sip anyways. I expected a hot, bitter taste to fill my mouth, but the thick liquid was warm and sweet. The smell had a musky yet floral smell to it that made me feel cozy somehow, even though it was a warm evening in Los Angeles. “This is so good,” I said.

Logan smiled at me and reached his hand up to my face. He ever so gently, brushed his thumb across my lips. Heat and energy rushed between us at the feel of his touch. I felt my stomach melt; my heart boom and I suddenly couldn’t remember how to breath. “Sorry, you had foam on your lips,” he said.

He made himself a cup and we sat in the kitchen, reminiscing about our childhood. Honestly, though, I barely listened to what he was saying. I couldn’t keep my mind away from the electricity that I suddenly felt. Was it always there and I was just too blind to see it?

After a few minutes of talking in the kitchen, I felt a rush of energy and had an idea. “Why don’t we go for a run!”

“Damn, I should’ve made decaf. You have a caffeine high,” Logan said and laughed. His laugh sounded sweet and musical coming from his booming, sexy voice. I can’t believe I never noticed what an amazing laugh he had. “I think it’s a little late for a run.”

“A swim, then,” I said. Suddenly, the prospect of swimming at night was the best idea in the world and I ran upstairs to change into my bathing suit.

“I don’t know, Stacey,” Logan called after me.

“I do know, Logan. Let’s go swimming. We used to do it all the time when we were kids, remember?”

“I don’t have anything to swim in,” he protested, but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. I wanted to see more of that body.

Instead of rushing to my room, I found Bronson’s. He had gone out for the night and probably wouldn’t be back until early in the morning, if at all, so I didn’t think anything of waltzing in there.

The stench of sweat and heat assaulted my nose. I tried to avoid all the dirty clothes on the floor, but there was such a large pile, it was hard not to step on a few pairs of underwear. With no one working at the house to take care of the cleaning, we were all left to fend for ourselves and it was clear that Bronson had no clue what it meant to tidy up or knew the word laundry.

I dug around in his dresser drawer, found a clean pair of swimming trunks and bolted out of there before the smell stuck to me. “Here!” I yelled to Logan as I tossed the trunks to him. “Meet me at the pool.”

I rushed to my room and found my bathing suits. Julia had laughed at me when I began packing them, but I told her that my grandmother had a pool that I intended to take full advantage of. It was a good thing I ignored her laughing, too, because swimming with Logan was exactly what I needed to do right now and there was nothing stopping me.


Playing tennis was one thing but swimming? Swimming? I had to draw the line somewhere and swimming was it. Yes, Stacey and I would swim every summer when we were kids. Gladys didn’t like me swimming in her pool, so we opted for a public one. Usually it was at some country club Stacey’s family was a part of (I have no idea how Stacey managed to get me in). She didn’t know how much the other kids would point and make fun of me at the pool, though. They kept it to themselves around her, of course. Everyone wanted to impress Stacey Holiday. When she wasn’t looking, though? I was enemy number one.

I spent most of my pool time with my shirt glued to my body. Stacey would try to convince me to take it off but even she couldn’t make me. Now, here I was, wearing her brother’s shorts, shirt glued to my body, sitting by the pool. At least it was dark, and no kids were around to point and laugh. That’s one thing no one tells you about losing weight, no matter how much you lose and how great you look after working so hard, the voices and laughs and stares of your past live on like ghosts in your head. When Stacey came out wearing a red bikini, though, even those ghosts shut themselves up and stared.

“Of course, you’re wearing a shirt,” she said.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because, you said you’d show me more of that chiseled body of yours earlier and I’d like to see it.” She pulled at my shirt. Crap. I did say something about taking my shirt off, didn’t I? Why did I say that? Why was I trying to show off?

With a reluctant sigh, I pulled my shirt over my head and stood in front of Stacey. Our bodies were close, almost touching. Her eyes lingered on my body the way I do to her sometimes. “Wow,” she said.

She stepped closer to me and I felt the energy, the heat and desire rise between us. She raised her hands and put them on my chest. Her touch felt soft, smooth and electrified my body. I wanted her to touch every inch of me the way I would touch every inch of her. I almost put my hand on her hips and pulled her in to me, but she never gave me the chance. She smiled up at me as she pushed me, and I went flying backwards into the pool.

She laughed as I made my way up to the surface just in time for her to yell “CANNON BALL!” and she leapt into the air, landing in the water with a loud splash as water exploded around her.

We splashed water at each other and laughed for a while. Finally, settled and just floated on the surface of the pool. The light emanating from below cast a brilliant blue on her soft, pale skin and golden hair. “Why did we ever stop doing this?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I guess we just grew apart,” I said.

She stood up in the pool and moved closer to me. I did the same and backed into the steps of the shallow end of the pool and she sat beside me. “I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly with a serious tone.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Besides, I’m just glad I’m here now.”

“Me too,” she said, and she did something that I had only ever thought she would do in my dreams. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted herself to meet my gaze and kissed me on the lips.



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Who’s On First Date?

Title: Who’s on First Date?
Author: JoJo Barlett
Genre: Sports RomCom
Models: Amanda Daws and Alex Stephens
Editor: Kristina Circelli from Red Road Editing
Cover Designer: Kelsey Keeton from K Keeton Designs
Photographer: Kelsey Keeton from K Keeton Designs
Publication Date: April 5th, 2018
Sometimes love can throw curve balls.
Eden’s been burned (not unlike her ex’s abandoned crap) and isn’t ready to try dating again. She lives vicariously through her co-worker’s sex life, all while veering dangerously close to being the next cat lady who has sworn off men. 
When Eden stumbles (quite literally) into the life of professional baseball player, Robert “Bobby” King, more than spilled beers will get in their way.
Bobby has had a handful of one night stands and realizes he won’t find love with someone he finds leaning against the locker room door. With his focus on healing his recent knee injury and keeping his name in the game, Bobby never imagines he’d be fighting for the girl of his dreams, too.
With constant mishaps and miscommunications, and spring training around the corner, can Bobby and Eden win the game of love?
**Who’s on First Date? is a full-length (75k words) novel intended for MATURE readers, aged 18+, who enjoy lots of steam with their smirks and flirts.
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  The radio started blasting when she fired the ignition. Her cheeks turned red as she rushed to turn it down or off or to another station.
“What was that?”
“You’ve never heard of Justin Timberlake? Are you too cool for him?”
“That was not Justin Timberlake.”
“Yes, it was.”
“If you say so.” Here’s the thing, I knew it was Justin Timberlake, but it was also the other guys he was in the boy band with. It wasn’t cool and manly for me to know that, so I bit my tongue.
“It was *NSync,” she let it out in a rush, like she couldn’t contain it any more. It made me smile, especially when she kept talking. “I am not ashamed. They are the best boy band who ever lived. Don’t come at me with talk about Backstreet Boys or One Direction either. It’s nonsense. As far as I’m concerned, the only groups who come close to their level of awesomeness are The Beatles and The Jackson 5. But they were both a bit before my time.”
I smiled and waited, hoping her passionate rant would continue. The look on her face when I admitted I agreed with her would be worth it if she felt like she’d somehow earned my compliance on the issue. These were the fun conversations we were good at having.
“What? Do you have another group in mind?” Her gaze left the road for a second to turn to me, so I straightened my face. I didn’t want to let her in on my secret just yet. Plus, I wanted to see how she’d go on.
“There are plenty of groups out there. There’s New Edition, 98 Degrees, New Kids on the Block, and Boyz II Men to name a few. But none of them compare to Justin, Chris, Joey, Lance, and JC. None of them.”
A huff of air came out before I replied, “Oh yeah? What about those long-haired gods, Hanson, who played their own instruments? And who else could make a song called MmmBop popular? Now that’s talent. Or, speaking of talent, what about the Jonas Brothers? Those purity-ring wearing momma’s boys were even in some movies! Real star power with those ones.”
“You know far too much to pretend you didn’t know that was *NSync. You’re a huge fan, aren’t you?” She was laughing at my pseudo-rant.
“No! I mean, yes, but you know, it’s JT.” I laughed along with her. “Not as big as you evidently, but I do love your passion.”
“Well, I can’t hide it, so you’d better get used to it. It is what it is.” When she looked at me at the red light, I let her see my smile. The charming one I couldn’t hold back from those people I actually enjoyed being around.
“Can I hear the song you were jamming out to?”
She smiled back and hit play, letting Tearin’ Up My Heart blast.
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No Way in Hell

No Way In Hell

by Jordan Bates


Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: The Ink Well Chronicles, Book Two
Cover Designer: Kristen Hope Mazzola
Cover Model: Ciara Nicole Bell
Two years.
Who kisses someone and then doesn’t say anything for two years?
Greg Moran, that’s who.
That kiss might not have started it all, but it sure did change everything. I thought I was living a simple life, keeping to my friends, eating pickles with ice cream, drinking bourbon on the weekends, and taking naps after work. Looking back at it all now, it was anything but simple.
What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay there.
But clearly, this time it wasn’t.
I married Greg Moran
My best friend. My boss.
The man who I had loved for five years.
Two years of silence broke me though. It caused me to do something no sane woman in love would do.

I asked for a divorce.


“You two look like you’ve been getting to trouble,” Wilson, the owner of the candy shop, scolded us as he walked around from behind the cash register to give me a hug. I had missed the sound of his husky voice.
“Only the usual.” He embraced me quickly before releasing me and going back to work. He was a crotchety old man, but still had a soft side, and I remembered this when he pushed the pickle jar towards me along with a pair of tongs and set a paper towel down beside the jar. 
“Grab one and I’ll go see what kind of ice cream they have today.” Greg left me to my own devices while he sought out something to fill his sweet-tooth craving. I plucked out one dill pickle and settled with that for now. Wilson gave me a side glance when I walked away, narrowing his eyes in suspicion that I hadn’t taken more than one. I needed to pace myself or I would eat the whole jar before I left this place, and I really wanted to take some for the car ride home.
“Get me vanilla, please.” I took a bite of the pickle and looked up to see Greg staring at me. His eyes were trained on my mouth as I chomped on the giant bite I took. He had a cup of vanilla ice cream in one hand and chocolate in the other. I licked my lips and then bit into the pickle again while trying not to laugh. He shook his head and handed over the cup.
He held onto my spoon since he knew I didn’t need it yet. I dipped the top of my pickle into the ice cream and continued to eat it while we looked around for some road-trip snacks.
The young girl who had served Greg out ice cream came out from behind the counter. She couldn’t of been older than sixteen, but I realized fast that she seemed to be drawn to Greg. I shoved more of the pickle in my mouth to cover my knowing smirk.
“Why don’t we get some jelly beans?” Greg turned around from where the girl had been following him and almost knocked her down.
“Sorry!” Her little voice rang out as she turned and ran back behind the counter. Greg’s brows knit together and he looked at me confused.
“Just make sure they’re cinnamon.” I turned around and made my way over to the popcorn wall. “I’ll grab the cheddar.”
“White!” Greg yelled at me as I dipped the last of my pickle into the ice cream. I made a detour over to the pickle jar to grab another before grabbing the biggest bag they offered to fill with the best white cheddar popcorn I had ever had the pleasure of eating.
“You are one weird girl.” Wilson mocked me to my back as I dipped my fresh pickle into the ice cream. I turned around and took a bite directly in front of him, juices running down into the ice cream. Most people thought it was a weird combination, but I loved it. The sweet with the tart just seemed to work in ways that one wouldn’t expect.
I quickly filled out bag of popcorn and grabbed a bag of cotton candy before heading back to the counter to what Greg had piled up. His broad shoulders were blocking the counter but, when I got up behind him, I rested my chin on his shoulder. I tossed my bags onto the counter and eyeballed what he collected: Sugar Daddies, hot cinnamon jelly beans and, my favorite, just pink Starbursts.



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Jordan Bates is an up and coming romance author from Florida, who is determined to write loves that last and are true to everyone who reads them.
Jordan graduated from UCF with a degree in English – Creative Writing. She has been writing since her freshman year in high school, where she finished her first and second book. Since then, she has pursued writing poetry, young adult novels, and romance novels.
When Jordan isn’t working or writing, you can find her looking for inspiration among the forests, and finding all the new food to eat. Because what’s better than writing? Eating an amazing burrito.
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