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Title: This Time Around
Series: River Port Book 1
Author: J.C. Thompson
Genre: Small Town Romance, Second Chance Romance, Age Gap Romance, Single Dad Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2022
Cover Design: Cover Me Darling, LLC
Jaxon Reed is the definition of heartbreaker. Jocelyn Banks is the definition of temptation.
 
Eight years ago, Jaxon Reed walked out of Jocelyn’s life with no explanation. It was the only way he could do it. He didn’t want a family and couldn’t give her everything she deserved. Now he has a daughter, the best thing that’s ever happened to him, but he’ll never be a good husband. He has the ex-wife to prove it.
 
Jocelyn Banks is only in River Port for the summer, just long enough to get a recommendation for her dream job. She never expected to see Jaxon again. He ripped her heart apart once. She won’t let him do it a second time, not when she’s three months from moving to New York and having everything she’s planned. By then, Jaxon will be just a memory.
 
Maybe a few weeks together is just what they need to close the door on their past for good. But what if this time together has them second-guessing their choices? What if this time around they find something worth fighting for?

J.C. is a West Coast girl living in a Tennessee world, where she lives with her husband, two kids, and small zoo. She loves 90’s country, anything dogs, wine, and coffee. J.C. loves getting lost in books by her favorite authors, even when she’s supposed to be writing. She loves baking, quilting, gardening, Traveling, and hanging out with her family and her dogs.
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Title: Simply Business
Series: Pelican Bay Billionaires
Author: Megan Matthews
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Small-Town Romance
Release Date: June 21, 2022

A new funny billionaire Pelican Bay love story from USA TODAY Bestselling author Megan Matthews.
Fingers crossed my grandmother’s old florist shop doesn’t crumble around me. Literally.
Lily Dianthus has a skyscraper next door threatening to topple her florist shop, rogue construction crews using her facilities, missing customers, and she’s almost out of money. That’s not even the worst of it, though.
Jerome Kensington. The man building the monstrosity next to her which threatens to ruin her livelihood? The hot billionaire CEO she’s supposed to hate?
Lily doesn’t hate him at all.
She’s balancing everything with no room for a mistake and life looks good. Until her loan falls through, Jerome’s construction threatens to destroy her florist shop, and a local legend comes to wreak havoc on her life.
If Lily doesn’t get it together, she might lose her career and dream man.
Simply Business is a story for readers looking for their next small-town adventure with a hot billionaire CEO you can fall in love with instantly.
 
Check out the Pelican Bay Billionaires Series HERE
Megan Matthews loves writing humorous romantic suspense featuring heroes with unbelievable abs, billionaire bosses, and heroines with attitude for days. She lives in Michigan with her techie husband, homeschooled son, their cat, and two guinea pigs.
When she’s not writing, you can find her on Instagram posting about reading, home life, half-dead plants, her ridiculous notebook and fancy pen collections, plus the occasional crochet project.
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Enamored

A Monarch Series Romance Book 2

By Leigh Adams

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Trope: Enemies to lovers | Small Town | Winery | Property Developer

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Siena Moretti and Michael Blaire may have agreed to entwine their lives but finding a way to balance work and love . . . relationship and career . . . is much harder than they imagined.

Overseeing Moretti Vineyards after her grandfather’s heart attack forces Siena to put her dream of opening a restaurant on hold. She is sure she has made the right choice, but Michael’s determination to override her decision only adds to the pressure she’s under.

While Michael throws himself into the development of his new hotel, Monarchessa, he struggles with how to handle his mother’s lies and deceit and his best friend’s life being in jeopardy. With everything seeming to crumble around him, he finds it difficult to make Siena a priority.

Determined to fight through adversity, Siena and Michael come to realize that cultivating a love to endure the test of time is not as easy as creating the perfect wine. And just when the enamored couple begins to find a sense of peace and security, someone from Siena’s past threatens to destroy their happiness again. As their relationship is put to the test once more, they have to find a way to work together and overcome the obstacles they face, or risk losing everything.

About Leigh Adams:

Leigh Adams resides in sunny southern California. As an avid reader and English major, she’s always been passionate about literature. She is never without a book in her hand and never leaves the house without something to read.

Growing up, she always planned to be a writer. That was until college and the adult world locked her into a role and career she came to love. With writing on the back-burner, Leigh worked hard honing her skills, creating her life, and focusing on helping others to find their passion and pursue their dreams.

After several years of working hard at her day job, she decided to redirect her focus onto her personal passion and picked up the pen to write. While she still loves her day-job, Leigh also enjoys creating worlds and characters for readers to utterly fall in love with.

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Title: Custom Made for You
Series: Coulee Bluffs Book One
Author: Ginger Ring
Release: May 14, 2022
Genre: Sweet, Small Town, Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kim Killion of the Killion Group
Big City Girl Meets Small Town Life.
Small, scenic, and far from her life in the Twin Cities, Coulee Bluff is the perfect place for Ava Wellington to hide from her politician father’s cheating scandal. Since it’s also her mother’s home town, she now has the chance to finally meet her mom’s high school friends and learn more about the community.
Her summer job as a nanny is a stretch. She was raised by one, but Ava intends to leave her country club life far behind and blend in. Falling for a bike builder with tattoos, and a daughter, isn’t part of that plan.
Kruz Tanner has been burned in the past by a pretty face, so the last thing he needs is to date someone from across the river. Yet the stunning new redhead in town draws him to her like no other.
Dating her may be a bad idea in more ways than one.
Or maybe his luck is about to change?

Custom Made For You

By Ginger Ring 

 

Chapter One 

 

The half-naked man leaning against a mailbox was not what Ava Wellington imagined when her mother warned her to beware of any wildlife standing along the side of the road, but then, she’d never been to her mom’s hometown before.

Ava slowed her car as she drove past, hardly able to believe her eyes. The guy was so drop-dead gorgeous one couldn’t help but gawk. He looked dangerous, all right, but probably not in the way her mother meant. Who would want to “beware” a man like that? If this was normal for Coulee Bluff, Wisconsin, maybe this summer job wouldn’t be too bad after all.

By the time Ava focused back to the road, there, in the middle of the highway, sat a huge rocklike boulder. It was too big to straddle with her car and hitting it would take them both out. She slammed on the brakes, the tires slid on gravel, and her silver Honda skidded to a stop in a shallow ditch. 

Hands shaking and heart pounding, Ava shifted the vehicle into park. Sliding a loose curl behind her ear, she took a deep breath and shook her head. What the heck just happened? 

The sound of knuckles knocking on her window caused her jump.

“Are you okay?” The ‘roadside wildlife’, who’d partially been responsible for her current predicament, stood outside her door. Ava fidgeted in her seat as she tried to figure out which button lowered the side window. After locking and unlocking the door at least twice, she finally found the right switch. The glass lowered, bringing with it a rush of hot, humid air. 

All Ava could do was stare. From a distance it had been his muscled chest catching her attention, up close, it was his face. If guys could be called beautiful, this one certainly was. His deep, blue eyes were almost teal. They were the shade of a tempting pool at a resort she’d once stayed at. She nearly drowned in the swirling water so that should be a red flag to be cautious in this situation as well. And then there was the chiseled jaw, straight nose, and five o’clock shadow he sported. Swoon. It was as if she’d ordered the perfect man delivered to that very mailbox and he’d arrived at her front door.

“Are you all right, Miss?” he asked again. The scent of pine, leather, and gasoline tickled her nose. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Thanks. I guess I got distracted and didn’t see that big rock in the middle of the road.” She blushed and pointed to the slow-moving reptile making his way across the yellow line. Was that a turtle? It was huge. “What is that anyway?”

“It’s a turtle.” Mister tall, dark, and hot answered with a laugh. He rested a forearm on the roof of the car and gestured toward the beast. “Haven’t you ever seen a turtle before?”

“Yes, in aquariums. They are usually about this big.” Ava held her hands together in a small circle. “That thing is like a prehistoric monster or something.”

“That’s because it’s a snapping turtle. They’re pretty big.” His smile showed off perfect white teeth. 

“I can see that. Is it dangerous?” She hated to ask but what if she ran into one again? It also gave her a chance to admire him some more. Ava wiped clear the direction her brain had drifted like an eraser to a white board. She’d come to Coulee Bluff to get away from her men problems, not find new ones.

“Yeah, they can be. I wouldn’t recommend trying to pick one of up or getting too close. They can snap at you from about a foot away. And I do mean snap.” He emphasized the fact by clamping his fingers and thumb together. “They have a jaw that will take your toe, or finger, right off.” 

“I appreciate the advice, and I will be sure to stay clear of snappers.” Ava laughed. There was no way she’d get within ten feet of one of those things, at least not on purpose. She frowned as he wandered to the front of her car and stopped to take a quick look underneath. Were there more snappers? Hopefully not. Rounding the rear of the car, he came back to her side. 

“Your car looks fine. You should be able to just drive out of the ditch.”

That was a relief.

“Where ya headed?” He stood with a hand resting on his hips, and she couldn’t help but admire the black hair on his pecs and his flat, tan stomach. When she couldn’t find the words, he bent closer. His face was too close for comfort, and Ava breathed in the scent of him again. The man smelled like the outdoors; earthy, and fresh with a touch of what? Something not of nature. Grease, oil, tires? His hands sported a haze of grey as if he’d been working on something dirty.

Returning her attention to those stunning, baby blue eyes, Ava was suddenly hypnotized and unable to look away. A train whistle sounded in the background. A gentle breeze drifted in the window. That rogue lock of hair blew in her eyes again, breaking their connection. 

“I, ah, better get going. Thanks for your assistance with the, um, turtle and all.” 

“My pleasure.” The sexy man stepped back and placed his hands on his slender hips again. Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, she couldn’t help eying his six pack abs and dark chest hair one more time. Dark jeans accented his long lean legs. Scuffed black work boots completed his country boy outfit. Her mouth dry, she licked her lips. Suddenly she wasn’t in such a hurry to leave. 

“Hey, do you know where 954 Shore View Drive is?” She rested her wrist on the top of the steering wheel as she smiled out the window. Did she appear as awkward as she felt? Thinking of other questions to ask so she could study the lines of various tattoos on his arm. None of the guys at her private, religious school had those. Well, that she knew of. 

“You’re on Shore View Drive.” He pointed to the blacktop. “Just keep going down the road about a mile, it’s the last one on the right. It’s on stilts.”

“Stilts?” Did she hear him right? She’d never heard of a house on legs.

“Actually, they aren’t stilts, they’re cement pillars. They keep the home above the flood waters, and keep the snakes out.” He moved toward the car.

“Flood waters, snappers, snakes. The rental people said it was a nice place.” Ava felt faint. She hated snakes. Just thinking of them gave her the chills. 

“Don’t worry. It’s a nice place. All the houses along the shore are built above ground. You’ll be fine. There aren’t any flood concerns right now and if there was, you’d know about it well in advance. The lock and dams protect us here.” 

“What about the snakes? Is it their time of year?” Ava winced as goosebumps rose on her skin.

“Hold on a sec, I’ll be right back.” Tall, dark, and handy, jogged back toward the garage. A graceful lope, if she did say so herself. He ran back, carrying a business card in his hand. “Here, take this. If you have any snake problems, give me a call, and I’ll be right over.” He handed her the card.

When his fingers brushed hers, Ava flinched. A jolt ran up her arm sending heat to her cheeks. Did he feel it, too? Regaining her composure, she read the card. Tanner’s Custom Bikes, Kruz Tanner, Owner. It was followed by a phone number, address, and a list of some of the services he provided. 

She gave Mr. Tanner the once-over. Damn, a real-life motorcycle man? Even though Kruz had his own business, her father would be appalled to see her conversing with someone that rode a motorcycle, or even worse, made a living working on them. Ava sat up straight. It was time to stop daydreaming and concentrate on finding her new home. She placed the card on top of her purse and shifted her car into drive.

“Well, thank you again. If I encounter any reptiles, I’ll be sure to give you a call.” Ava waved and hit the button to roll up the window. The cool current of air conditioning refreshed her as she drove out of the ditch. After promising herself to keep eyes on the road, Ava risked a quick peek at him in the rear-view mirror. He was still there. In the middle of the road. Watching. The handsome man unnerved her to say the least. Why? It wasn’t like they’d be hanging out or anything. 

Ava had come to Coulee Bluff for the summer to relax in a country setting and to babysit the granddaughter of her mother’s childhood friend. She’d barely made the turn off to Coulee before stopping to drool over a sexy, biker dude. That wasn’t like her at all. Ava had always liked the business suit type. Well, to be honest, that was all she’d been exposed to. Proper, rich, and well-mannered young men with the John Wellington stamp of approval clearly visible on their foreheads.

Mr. Tanner looked like a man who wrestled alligators for breakfast and ate fried snakes for lunch; all while welding metal and working on Harleys. The last thing she needed was to get involved with a bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks or in her case, the wrong side of the river. Shoving the man’s card deep into a side pocket of her handbag, Ava read the numbers on the mailboxes as she passed. 760, 830; there it was, 945 and yes, believe it or not, it was on stilts.

After turning into the driveway, Ava parked on the gravel next to the house. With purse in hand, she cautiously stepped out into the heat to get a better view of her new home for the summer. Despite the round concrete columns holding it up, the house was similar to your average, ranch-style home. Her heels wobbled on the crushed rock driveway until she safely reached the first step. 

When she stopped at the top of the stairs, Ava turned to survey her new surroundings. Always living in the city, being this close to nature was an over-whelming experience. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the marshy scents of the nearby river and backwaters. She tried to identify every smell but could only recognize the odors of fish and flowers. The oppressive heat reminded her of swamps and the tropics. Just the brief time outside made her skin glisten with sweat. 

Ava entered the five-digit combination on the keypad lock. Getting the first glimpse of her new digs turned out to be a nice surprise. She hadn’t known what to expect especially after hearing about the stilts and snakes. So far, no snakes, and the stilts were really nothing to worry about unless there was an earthquake. After placing her handbag and car keys on the counter, she took a quick tour of her new surroundings.

The kitchen had fairly new appliances, spotless counters, and even a dishwasher. That probably wouldn’t get much use since it would be just her living there. To the side of the kitchen was a half bath and nearby laundry room. Behind the kitchen were two rooms, a large bedroom with a queen size bed and full bathroom. Next to that was a small room that could be used as an office. The furniture was all clean and appeared brand new. The décor was pretty much an outdoor, cabin theme. A few antique fishing poles and a pair a canoe paddles accented the walls. The color scheme of rusty red, hunter green, and dark brown ran throughout the place.

Ava returned to the kitchen and smiled at the open living room. A 55-inch flat screen TV was visible from any area of the room. On each side of the television where patio doors opening to a screened-in patio. Ava opened the sliding doors and stepped out. It was easy to imagine spending many hours out there reading and viewing the boats traveling up and down the Mississippi. A huge barge floated by in the distance; the crew of the tugboat working on its deck. An eagle soared overhead, and the roar of a railroad train whistle added to the Mississippi River adventure literally right outside her front door. Excitement rushed through her as she grabbed her keys again to unpack the car. There were so many amazing things in the area to capture on canvas she couldn’t wait to get started. It took several trips to gather all her painting and drawing supplies.

As she reached the top step for the final time, her ring tone sounded. Closing the door to nature’s clatter, Ava found her cellphone. The name flashed on the screen made her smile. Even though she was twenty-three years old, her mom, Lauren, still checked up on her as much as possible. After the trauma of the last few months, Ava was glad she did.

“Hi, mom. How are you?” A sense of calm settled over her knowing her mother always had her back. 

“I’m fine but I’m calling to see how you are. Did you find the place all right?” She pictured her mom. Her blonde hair styled perfectly, not a hair out of place. Probably dressed in a chic suit, ready for Friday night dinner at the club. Her fingers fidgeting with the strand of pearls around her neck. 

“Yes, I found it just fine. The home is nice, I like it. Dad would call it a dump, but it works for me.” Ava walked out onto the deck to watch the boats go by as she talked. “Why did we never spend summers here? It’s so pretty.”

“You know your father, he’s not one for small towns.” The man hated them. 

“But you grew up here.” It’d always puzzled her why he cringed, or left the room, whenever someone even mentioned Lauren’s hometown. The fact that he’d finally relented to let her spend the summer here was nothing short of a miracle. After graduating college, her father was eager for her to start work in the family business. Unfortunately, burning the candle at both ends for the past year had left her burned out and not willing to continue employment with his marketing team.

Who was she kidding? Once the scandal hit, Ava was the last thing on her father’s mind. Still, it was odd that her mother insisted Ava avoid using her last name and not to mention who her parents were. It was probably for the best. If the local press found out she was here, they’d be all over her for a statement. 

After a brief pause, her mother, interrupted her thoughts. “Have you done anything yet? Stopped anywhere? There are some wonderful wineries and historical sites nearby.”

“I know, and I plan to visit all of them, but I just got here. The first thing I need to do is find a grocery store and buy some supplies.” At the mention of food, her stomach growled. 

“I know there’s a Piggly Wiggly about ten minutes away but there should also be a small convenience store in town, if you don’t feel like driving far.”

Ava couldn’t help but giggle at her high society mom saying, ‘Piggly Wiggly’. It was hard to picture her as a teenager working as a checkout girl, but Lauren had. 

“I’m not sure what I need yet, so I’ll probably just grab something to eat at the first place I see then buy a few things at the gas station.” 

“Well, make sure you call Claire tomorrow morning and get things set up for your job. I know it’s their busy season, so it’ll take a lot off her mind to know you’ve arrived.” 

“Yes, I will.” 

“And don’t worry, Claire knows everything that happened and won’t say a word.” 

“Okay.” Ava answered before an uncomfortable silence set in. She bit her lip, “Mom?”

“Yes, dear?” Lauren replied.

“I know this is your hometown, and you have no family left here, but really, why have we never visited the place?” Things had been strained between her parents for quite some time, but there were just too many unanswered questions about their past. 

“You know your father thinks that everyone that doesn’t live in a big city is a hillbilly. He also doesn’t like to be reminded of where I came from. If he knew I’ve remained in contact with Claire all these years, he’d be furious.” 

“But that’s crazy. You two were best friends. What difference does it make?” There was definitely more to the story. 

 “It’s just . . .” a loud sigh followed. “Hey, I think your father’s home. I’ll call you again soon, okay?”

“But mom.” 

“I’ve got to go. We’ve reservations at the Pendleton. Talk soon.” 

“All right, have a nice time tonight,” Ava tried to sound hopeful, but their relationship weighed heavy on her mind. 

The call ended with no farewell. It was hard not to worry. If her own life hadn’t been such a mess, maybe she’d have figured out what was going on long before her father went astray. Her stomach growled louder, bringing her back to the present. She needed to find some food. It was already past six, and she didn’t want to be driving all over an unfamiliar place searching for something to eat. Gas station food would have to do. 

Moments later, Ava put her Honda into reverse and drove toward the center of town. This time instead of looking at mailbox numbers she took a better look at her neighbors. The surrounding homes looked similar to hers. Some had garages or carports underneath. A few had cement pillars holding them up, while others were held in place by iron trusses. A lot of the vehicles parked outside had out of state plates. Boats on trailers were parked nearby. A man grilling outside waved in her direction. At least everyone was friendly so far.

She drove passed Tanner’s closed bike shop. What was the man that’d come to her rescue doing tonight? The guy was probably out for the evening with some tall, gorgeous blond. The thought disturbed her. Why should she care? It was important to guard her heart and not fall for the wrong man again. There had to be a good guy out there for her. One that cared who she was as a person, not what her last name was and what her family’s wealth might gain them.

Ava took a deep breath and crossed her fingers. She always felt like a fish out of water, hopefully coming to Coulée Bluff would help her find her place. A sign proclaiming food, gas, bait, and beer caught her attention. Well, two out four wasn’t bad. She did need some food and gas. According to the sign the Kwik Trip was just three blocks away. 

As she headed down the street, Ava turned on the radio. Was it a sign that the song, ‘Don’t worry, Be Happy’ was playing? The next few months were hers to enjoy and experience life outside the city and out from under her father’s thumb. Who knew, maybe Coulee Bluff was exactly where she was meant to be. The seedlings of her mother’s early life were here. She could feel it. Whether they would transfer to her, take root and grow, were yet to be seen. 

Ginger Ring is an award-winning author with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn’t tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.
Please check out these other great books by Ginger Ring available at fine online bookstores everywhere.
Love is a Dangerous Thing series
The Gangster’s Kiss
The Gangster’s Woman
The Gangster’s Hand
Genoa Mafia Series
Madison’s Mobster
Crossing Roman
Escaping Ryan
Taken to the Cleaner
Destroying Dominic
Playing Jasper
Chasing Arlo
Coulee Bluff Series- coming soon
Custom Made For You
Cheers For You
Standalones
The Pink Rose of the Prairie
Red Roses, Black Orchids
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Title: Rock the Shores
Series: A Cinnamon Bay Romance
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Small Town, Brother’s Best Friend, Single Dad, RockStar, Summer, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2022
𝙃𝙚’𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙚?
A successful musician in an indie rock band, Evan Spencer takes the summer off and returns home to Cinnamon Bay, hoping the R&R will inspire him to write some new songs. He never expected to run into Juliet Clarkson on his first day back in The Bay. The Juliet he remembers was a paint-and-clay-covered kid with braces and frizzy hair. Now she’s a successful potter, and the most compelling woman he’s ever seen.
Juliet Clarkson has been in love with Evan … well, forever. She pined for years over the soulful-voiced best friend of her older brother. Swooned when she heard his guitar. Dreamed of him noticing her one day. And when that day happens, Juliet doesn’t know if she’s still dreaming, or if all her dreams are finally coming true.
But when tragedy strikes close to both their families, Evan is forced to give up his carefree summer in Cinnamon Bay and be the stand-up guy that an orphaned baby needs. Good thing Juliet is there to help. Sparks fly instantly, and soon their romance is real, all-consuming—and people are talking wedding bells.
But when the opportunity of a lifetime comes knocking, offering him and his band the fame they’d always dreamed of, he has to make a decision. Which is the dream come true—the life onstage he and his band know best? Or the unexpected new life he’s building in Cinnamon Bay with Juliet?

“This was an engaging story with characters that were perfect in their imperfections.” -Yvonne Cruz ( 5 Star Goodreads Reviewer)

“5 stars are not enough. WARNING – you are going to need chocolate and Kleenex to read this book. Yes – it is that emotional.”  – Nicki The Overflowing Bookcase (5 Star Review)

“Can’t be easy writing in someone else’s world, but Whitley Cox smashes it!!
This is a great romance which kept me reading to see if they could make the hard choices faced by many couples. Well worth a read, definitely recommend.” – Sue Hancock (5 Star Goodreads Reviewer)

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After the shock wore off and the electricity in her limbs started to settle, along with her rapidly beating heart, she lifted her head to find the rock star of her dreams standing there behind the counter with a very cocky grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes, but her heart rate only picked up again. “You’re on my playlist.”

“I feel like the innuendo is just right there, but I can’t figure out how to spin it.” He stepped closer, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Every clay-covered inch of her.

“I’m too tired to think of one.” She already knew that her hair was coming out of the pencil she held it up with. She’d been tucking and blowing the strands off her face since they weren’t quite long enough to stay tucked behind her ears.

She hadn’t bothered with makeup besides a little mascara, and that was probably falling under her eyes by now since she’d been wearing it for nearly fourteen hours.

“I’ve never seen you in action,” he said softly. “Never seen the artist at work.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, stand back because the clay tends to fly.”

“Was there a scene about this in a movie?” he asked, not taking a step back but rather several steps forward.

She eased her foot on the pedal, and the wheel slowed down and eventually stopped.

“There is.” She jerked her head toward the bathroom. “Ghost with Demi Moore, Patrick Swayze and Whoopi Goldberg.” Her brows pinched. “How do you not—” But she stopped herself when his expression turned coy. “You knew. You were just teasing me.”

His smile made her insides get all tingly. “I might be Oblivious Evan, but I’m not an idiot.”

Her cheeks grew warm, but that didn’t keep her from grinning at him. He was right behind her now. She had to tilt her head up to look at him. His gentle, sexy brown eyes bored right into her, turning her into a puddle.

“My mom came over to watch Hope for a bit,” he said, grabbing a stool and setting it right behind her, sitting down and leaning against her back. The heat of him and the way his legs bracketed hers was enough to make every one of her synapses fire at the same time.

This was literally her ultimate fantasy.

Not only had she watched Ghost more times than any preteen ever should, but she had fantasized about Evan Swayzeing her also probably more than she ever should have. Probably more than was healthy.

Normally, she felt really close to her mom when she was working on the wheel, but she was really hoping her mom had decided to go for a walk along the beach or The Boardwalk right about now.

He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt with a slight V-neck that had made her jaw drop and her mouth pool with saliva when he put it on this morning.

His fingers started at her elbows and slowly moved along her arms until his big hands covered her clay-caked ones. “Show me how to do it,” he said, his breath warm against her ear.

She smiled and pushed her foot down on the pedal just enough for the wheel to start spinning slowly.

Just like she’d imagined it, just like in the movie, his fingers slid through hers, both of them now covered in clay just like hers.

She’d centered the piece. Now it was time to start shaping it.

“What are you making?” he asked, kissing her neck.

“I didn’t have a plan,” she said. “Sometimes I just sit down at the wheel and let the muse find me.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed. “I’m the same way with the guitar.”

“You were working on something when I left …” She guided their hands up a little, then together they stuck two fingers each, his on top of hers, into the center of the clay and began to press out.

The eroticism, the symbolism of what they were doing with their fingers and how it all looked and felt was not lost on her in the least.

Pottery could be extremely erotic. Everything was done with the hands; everything was wet and smooth and involved pressing down with your fingers. She’d certainly found herself aroused on more than one occasion watching a pottery video, even when the view was of just the person’s hands.
A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
 
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.
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Title: The Gutshot
Series: A Good Run of Bad Luck #9
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Small Town Romance
Release Date: May 2, 2022
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
It was just another day in the life of being a small town cop.
I’m a protector at heart, and always have been.
Which is why I stepped up immediately after finding out I had a kid.
Well…to be honest, I didn’t believe it at first.
I actually thought it was a prank when the little girl was brought into the station.
It took a paternity test for me to really feel the gravity of the situation.
Fine, I didn’t handle it well at all.
But when I had proof Emily was really mine, nothing would stand in the way of me protecting her.
I may have gone a little overboard.
At least, that’s what my sexy neighbor thinks.
But what does she know? She let my kid drink out of a garden hose!
Sure, I did it as a kid, but I’m bald now. What if drinking out of a hose at such a young age ruined my chances of having a decent head of hair?
Am I really supposed to allow my child to be put in danger like that?
But the more I hang around with Katka, the harder I find it to ignore the logic in what she’s saying.
Maybe it’s the late night dancing she performs for me.
Or her crazy family that thinks I’m not good enough.
Whatever it is about her, it drives me to the edge.
All I think about is her.
All I want is her.
But she doesn’t want a kid.
Despite the passion building between us, I’m not the man she’s looking for.
I’ll just have to find a way to prove I’m exactly what she needs.
 
 
 


 
 
 
 

 
 
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
 
 
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Title: The Gutshot
Series: A Good Run of Bad Luck #9
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Small Town Romance
Release Date: May 2, 2022
Cover Design: T.E. Black Designs
Cover Photographer: Reggie Deanching of RplusMphotos
Cover Model: Matthew Hosea
It was just another day in the life of being a small town cop.
I’m a protector at heart, and always have been.
Which is why I stepped up immediately after finding out I had a kid.
Well…to be honest, I didn’t believe it at first.
I actually thought it was a prank when the little girl was brought into the station.
It took a paternity test for me to really feel the gravity of the situation.
Fine, I didn’t handle it well at all.
But when I had proof Emily was really mine, nothing would stand in the way of me protecting her.
I may have gone a little overboard.
At least, that’s what my sexy neighbor thinks.
But what does she know? She let my kid drink out of a garden hose!
Sure, I did it as a kid, but I’m bald now. What if drinking out of a hose at such a young age ruined my chances of having a decent head of hair?
Am I really supposed to allow my child to be put in danger like that?
But the more I hang around with Katka, the harder I find it to ignore the logic in what she’s saying.
Maybe it’s the late night dancing she performs for me.
Or her crazy family that thinks I’m not good enough.
Whatever it is about her, it drives me to the edge.
All I think about is her.
All I want is her.
But she doesn’t want a kid.
Despite the passion building between us, I’m not the man she’s looking for.
I’ll just have to find a way to prove I’m exactly what she needs.

“What is going on here?” I turned, still laughing to see Lucas storm toward me, a look of anger on his face.

“Your daughter was watering my flower beds, but the little devil turned on me and started hosing me down.”

“My daughter is not the devil,” he retorted.

I rolled my eyes at him. “You know what I mean. Would you relax? She’s having fun.”

“What did you do to get her over here? She was supposed to be playing in my yard.”

“I didn’t do anything. I was laying outside to tan when she came over and asked about my flower bed.”

“Right, she just—wait, did you say she asked you about your flowers?”

“Yeah,” I said slowly, unsure as to why this was a problem.

“She spoke to you?”

“Well, if you want to call it that. But yeah, there was an attempt at speaking.”

He frowned slightly, staring down at his daughter. “She hasn’t spoken to me once.”

Ouch. I didn’t want the guy to feel worse. “Well, it was more of pointing. She really only tried to say flower.”

“Still…I haven’t gotten even that.”

The poor bearded beauty in front of me looked so down in the dumps that I just couldn’t stand it. “Well, maybe that’s because you’re not having any fun.” I strolled over to Emily and bent down in front of her. “I think we should spray down Daddy,” I whispered.

She giggled, nodding vigorously as I grabbed the hose with her and we turned the spray on Lucas. He held out his hands as the water sprayed his chest, soaking his white t-shirt. He looked shocked, but then grabbed the hose out of my hands and turned it on me, getting me completely wet. I squealed and ran away from him, laughing when his daughter started chasing me around the yard.

Of course, I played along and let her catch me. I even pretended to fall to the ground and let her tickle me. I pretended like her little fingers digging into my arm was the funniest thing in the world, and the whole time, Lucas looked at me like I was strange.

“No more! No more! I can’t take it!”

Finally, Emily let up, still laughing at me as I laid on the ground and looked up at the sky. I was tired and out of breath now, so I stood and snatched the hose out of Lucas’s hands, taking a drink of water. Emily came over, her mouth gaping.

“Do you want some?”

I held the hose out to her, but Lucas quickly intervened. “Whoa! We are not drinking out of a hose.”

“Why not?” I asked, not understanding what the problem was.”

“Because it’s dangerous. You don’t know what bugs and chemicals and…and…other things could be sitting in there. Think of all the bacteria.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “Did you drink out of a hose as a kid?”

“Well…yeah.”

I gave him a shocked look. “And you’re still alive? Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it!”
 
 

 
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
 
 
 
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Title: The Bastard Heir

Series: A Winter Harbor Novel #1
Authors: Whitley Cox & Ember Leigh 
Genre: Small Town, Second Chance Romance
Release Date: April 9, 2022
I’m the heir to a secret family fortune, facing down brothers I hate, and trying to get back the one that got away….
Callum
Eight years ago, she broke me.
Her secrets drove a wedge between me and my brother that can never be fixed.
Now, with my life in shambles, I’m forced by the ludicrous demands of my dead father to face the one woman I ever loved, and the brother I can not stand.
I need the money. But a year is a long sentence to serve in a house with people I hate, and in a town that hates me.
A year is a long time to dodge Harlow Jackson and the eyes and smile that made me fall harder than I’ve ever fallen before.
But it only takes days to show me that what happened eight years ago was a mistake. Now I need every last second of the year ahead to convince her to take a second chance on us.
This is the first book of the Winter Harbor series which features a quirky small town, secrets galore, and three estranged brothers who find the key to healing comes from the women who steal their hearts.
 

“Fantastic read! What a great second-chance romance! All the spicy scenes coupled with the perfect sibling rivalry! Callum and Harlow burn up these pages and the hea was perfect!”– CK (Amazon Review)

“Another successful read. I just love Whitley Cox writing style, I love everything she’s wrote, real-life stories that never fail to give me the feels.”– Jayne (Amazon Review)

“When two of your favorite authors come together to write a book you know it’s going to be spectacular! That’s what you get when you read Harlow and Callum’s book. They are dynamite together!”– Mrs. Taz (Amazon Review)

“I loved this story and where it took me. There are secret passageways in the house they inherit that brings the brothers closer together. And there is the mystery of what their grandfather and father did to this town. Then there is the history between Callum and Harlow that can be devastating. Their relationship is electric and I loved the emotions that it evoked.”– Donna Smith (Goodreads Review)

He smirked. “So it is a weekly thing. Great. I’ll let my brothers know so we can be sure to tidy up and put our Sunday’s best on, so we can convince you that we’re a happy little family out here.”

“Sunday’s best wouldn’t fool me on that one, sorry. Remember—I do know you.”

“So, is this weekly charade also a requirement of the will? I don’t remember reading about this in the paperwork. Unless you just wanted some excuse to see me?”

I tried not to let my strickenness migrate to my face. I’d been here less than ten minutes, and he’d already called me out. Wonderful.

“You are impossible,” was all I could muster, however weak it sounded.

“At least I’m not transparent,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Do you want to see the upstairs?” The question felt like an olive branch. But one lined with thorns, if I knew Callum.

I hesitated, looking back at the front door. “You have a bunch of orphaned duck eggs under an incubator lamp you want to show me?”

That earned me a devilishly handsome grin over his shoulder. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Dammit. I had a hard, if not impossible, time denying this man, particularly when he wore what could be considered lingerie for me. I took a deep breath. “Sure. I can’t stay long, though.”

His footsteps clomped up the stairs. “Why? Got a hot date?”

“Yes, actually,” I lied.

“Well, you better tell him you keep fucking up and making out with the Winters boy,” he intoned. Electricity snapped between us. Of course, he’d gone there. Of course. The man probably believed it was illegal to go a day without reminding me of this sexual connection.

“It was once,” I corrected. “I made out with the Winters boy once, and I think my hot date will be fine,” I said, my heart racing. “I’d never fuck the Winters boy, which is the most important detail.”

Callum appeared unfazed, but of course, all I could see were his broad shoulders straining at the black fabric of his t-shirt. Every inch of my body begged to see the reaction on his face, to see the desire shining through his eyes.

“But oh, you used to fuck him,” he said, his voice grittier. “And you loved it, too. Particularly liked sitting on his face, if I recall.”

My neck went hot at his words. It had been stupid to come here, knowing this would be the outcome. But God, it felt so right, too. This was the forbidden fruit I was dying to taste.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” I cleared my throat. “Nor do I understand why you continue to dredge up ancient history every time we see each other.”

He reached the landing, hands stuffed in his pockets as he turned toward me. His face had hardened into a mask of indifference, at odds with the heat and grit in his voice. I could only imagine it was because he was fighting this losing battle alongside me. And we were both willing victims.

“What else is there to talk about besides ancient history?” The smirk that emerged on his lips was both sexy and infuriating.

“Clearly nothing else, since you can’t move on.”

“But have you moved on?” he asked.

The question rooted me to my spot. I had tried like hell to move on. But every second spent around him reminded me that I hadn’t. Not in the ways that counted.

“I offered to talk about it with you, but you didn’t want to,” I spat. “Does this mean you want to have the conversation now?”

Callum strode down the wide hallway. He jerked his chin toward a smaller door tucked into the wall. “Let me show you something.”

I deflated slightly. Now he was deflecting. “What?”

“The perfect place to air our grievances.”

Well, that was slightly more promising, at least. “What is it? A padded room and a couple of baseball bats?”

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn’t end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it’s not quite wine o’clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
 
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, Whitley’s books have all the funny and fabulously filthy words you could hope for.
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Enamored

A Monarch Series Romance Book 2

By Leigh Adams

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Trope: Enemies to lovers | Small Town | Winery | Property Developer

Cover Designer: Tiffany A Black

Release date: May 9

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Siena Moretti and Michael Blaire may have agreed to entwine their lives but finding a way to balance work and love . . . relationship and career . . . is much harder than they imagined.

Overseeing Moretti Vineyards after her grandfather’s heart attack forces Siena to put her dream of opening a restaurant on hold. She is sure she has made the right choice, but Michael’s determination to override her decision only adds to the pressure she’s under.

While Michael throws himself into the development of his new hotel, Monarchessa, he struggles with how to handle his mother’s lies and deceit and his best friend’s life being in jeopardy. With everything seeming to crumble around him, he finds it difficult to make Siena a priority.

Determined to fight through adversity, Siena and Michael come to realize that cultivating a love to endure the test of time is not as easy as creating the perfect wine. And just when the enamored couple begins to find a sense of peace and security, someone from Siena’s past threatens to destroy their happiness again. As their relationship is put to the test once more, they have to find a way to work together and overcome the obstacles they face, or risk losing everything.

About Leigh Adams:

Leigh Adams resides in sunny southern California. As an avid reader and English major, she’s always been passionate about literature. She is never without a book in her hand and never leaves the house without something to read.

Growing up, she always planned to be a writer. That was until college and the adult world locked her into a role and career she came to love. With writing on the back-burner, Leigh worked hard honing her skills, creating her life, and focusing on helping others to find their passion and pursue their dreams.

After several years of working hard at her day job, she decided to redirect her focus onto her personal passion and picked up the pen to write. While she still loves her day-job, Leigh also enjoys creating worlds and characters for readers to utterly fall in love with.

Her novels contain a mixture of sweet, sass, and a whole lot of sexy. She writes heroines who are smart and snarky; and while some of them have been broken and bruised, they still have a backbone. Her heroes are strong, sexy alphas who are sometimes sweet and sometimes brass; but they always win the heart of their leading lady. While some of her characters may be damaged, as a hopeless romantic, Leigh’s stories contain no cliffhanger endings because she firmly believes in giving each of her characters their own Happily Ever After . . .

When she’s not writing, Leigh can most often be found laughing and living it up with her family and friends, trying a new recipe, or simply relaxing with a good book or movie.

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Title: No Limit
Series: A Good Run of Bad Luck Series #8
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Small Town Romance
Release Date: April 4, 2022
 
 
 
 
 

★★★★★ Amazon Review – “If you’re looking for a book full of laughs as well as a little suspense then this book is for you…”

★★★★★ Amazon Review – “Another fun book! Giula writes wonderful characters, always about a bubble off a plumb!”

★★★★★ Amazon Review – “The humor in this story is TOP NOTCH!”

 
 

Her tire was low, so I followed her.
And when Jack didn’t check up on her, I followed her again.
I also ran into her at the grocery store.
I’m not a stalker.
I take my job as a police officer seriously, and that includes protecting citizens when they don’t see the danger.
I just never thought I would be called out in front of her, or require her services after an injury. I also never thought I would fall for her. But the game has No Limit and I’m all in.

 
 
 


 
 
 

 
 
I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
 
 
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