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Justice for Ginger
Thanksgiving Brides Book 5
By Annee Jones
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Blurb:
Five years ago, Ginger Carlyle turned down a marriage proposal that everyone, including Jacob Noble, thought she would agree to.
Five years ago, Jacob Noble took a job in a northern California mining town that he hoped would help him to forget the love he’d left behind in Ashton. But there was no way he could forget Ginger, or his own broken heart.
Back in Ashton, Ginger has been beset by tragedy after tragedy. After her father’s death, she is the only one who can care for her ailing mother and manage the family house and land. But hard work isn’t enough when the bank comes looking for the mortgage payments. Unable to tell her mother the truth about their dire financial circumstances, Ginger will have to work even harder to make sure that their Thanksgiving holiday is as joyful as it always was when her father was alive.
However, after Ginger is accused of stealing from her new employer, her whole world is turned upside down. She’s dragged to the sheriff’s office where she’s shocked to discover the new deputy is none other than the very man whose proposal, she turned down all those years ago.
As the past is re-visited and secrets come to light, is there hope that justice will be Ginger’s in time for Thanksgiving?
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Kisses and Winter Wishes
A Historical Romance Collection
Romance Café Collection Book 17
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Blurb:
Hot kisses and scandalous wishes…
Join amorous rakes, shy wallflowers and a powerful maharani on a journey through the racy Regency to the turbulent 1940s.
Petticoats fly, cravats are crushed, and silk saris unravel in this collection of historical romances from USA Today best-selling and award-winning romance authors, curated by The New Romance Cafe. HEA guaranteed.
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And now, as she sits next to her attorney, the judge pounding his gavel for silence, her mind swirls with confusion. What happens during the week-long trial and after is unthinkable.
The charge of Mayhem is defined by causing injurious and irreparable harm to another human being. In 1907, when my character took drastic measures to prevent her husband from ever being with another woman, the following paragraph at the beginning of her trial shows when it starts to become apparent what she did.
“You are charged, by the great state of Michigan, in the county of Livingston, village of Cedartown, with the crime of…” The officer’s voice trailed off as he gawked at the remaining words on the page. The single piece of paper he’d been holding escaped from his fingers as if on fire, and the yellowish sheaf fluttered to the wooden floor. “…Mayhem,” he said after a long pause. His voice hissed out no louder than a mouse’s squeak.”
Fiona sat frozen in shock. Not Sheffield! The carriage door opened, and in the dim light, she recognized the man from the Wandering Goose Inn.
“Care to alight, ma’am?” He extended his hand.
She stared at him in consternation. This was quite the pickle to be in. After running away from home to avoid the advances of one rake, she had ended up in the hands of the most notorious rake of all! The man was known to her by reputation only, though at one time he had been a close friend of dear Ted. However, their relationship had suffered, and to make matters worse, Lord Sheffield had wounded Ted in a duel! She quailed at the thought of accepting aid from one such as him.
His smile faltered. “Well, ma’am? I don’t have all night.”
“Lord Sheffield? I cannot possibly come to your house,” she blurted.
“Not overwhelmed by gratitude, I see,” he drawled. His sardonic expression told her that he had correctly interpreted her reaction to his identity. “I am not in the mood to ravage muddy, soaked maidens today, so you may be at ease that your virtue is safe with me, ma’am.”
Her face reddened further at his crude remarks. “No, you don’t understand, sir! I am Fiona Cavendish. Edward Cavendish is my brother.”
The man stared at her in disbelief. “Oh! Good God! What a damned mess!” She heard him swear under his breath. Her head hurt, and the shock of the accident made it impossible for her to think straight. She stared at him wordlessly, trying to find a way out of the unbearable situation. He appeared to come to a decision. “There is nothing for it but that you must take shelter at my house tonight.”
Fiona shook her head. “No! I will not! My brother will be most distressed. Please take me and my people to the nearest posting house, I beg you.”
“Your brother is not here, and you must be addle-witted to suppose that I will allow my coachman or cattle to drive anywhere in this weather. You may have no concern for the well-being of your staff, as is evident in the fact that you chose to be out on the road on a night like this, but I value the lives of my people. I will be damned if I am going to stand in the rain and argue with you. Please alight and let me show you into the house.”
Fiona shook her head stubbornly. “I will not set foot in your house willingly, my lord.”
“Very well then, let it be noted that you came into my house most unwillingly.” Without preamble, he picked her up as if she were a child and carried her from the carriage. A footman hovered beside them, protecting them with an umbrella as his lordship strode purposefully into the house.
Fiona was too surprised to protest until she saw that he was not setting her down in the hall as she expected and instead was carrying her up the stairs. She then struggled furiously against him. “Put me down at once. Where are you taking me?” Her voice sounded querulous to her own ears.
“Why, to bed of course,” he replied, innuendo dripping in his cynical voice, and he leered at her dramatically, all the while ignoring her protests and struggles.
Title: Kissed
Author: M.C. Frank
Series: Rakes and Ruin (4) Standalone
Release date: 13th June 2022
Hardcover: 390 pages
Genre/categories: Regency Romance, Historical Fiction, Historical RomCom
What happens after she is woken by his kiss?
Lady Adelina Halifax has never been kissed, which honestly is the second worst thing that can happen to a young lady. Apart from being left at the altar, of course. And publicly losing her reputation.
Adelina might just have ruined her first Season, earning the reputation of a fast and spoiled debutante, and ending up being jilted by her own bridegroom. But before she can accept the hated fate of a spinster she is determined to do one thing right: She will be kissed before the Season ends. But by whom?
Enter Lord Burns. Golden-haired. Rich. Loyal. Kind. A war hero. Has the face and stature of Apollo. Is desperately in love with Adelina. There is just one problem: She hates the very sight of him.
But it can’t be helped. She will try to swallow her distaste of the man and his proper, gentlemanly ways that force him to always want to rescue her. He will be perfect to practice kissing with, since no one else wants to.
Here are the “kissing game” rules:
There. Now she is completely safe. What are the chances that she will end up falling desperately in love with Lord Burns while he learns to loathe the very sight of her? The very idea! Impossible.
And then, the kissing begins.
Kissed is a hate-to-love-to-hate-to… Regency romance that will melt like chocolate in your mouth.
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Recommended for fans of: Jane Austen, Georgette Heyer, Bridgertons Netflix show, Friends to enemies to lovers, Emma, grumpy/sunshine trope, Pining trope, Hero falls in love first trope.
Content Warning for: Mention of past mental and emotional abuse and trauma, mention and description of mental disease, mention of war, description of PTSD episodes.
By Giovanna Siniscalchi
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Portugal, 1870
A winemaker desperate to save her vineyards…
Julia Costa is the best winemaker in the Douro. When a greedy businessman threatens the land her family has held for generations, Julia defends her legacy and independence by any means necessary.
The Englishman sent to uncover her secrets…
The last thing Griffin Maxwell wants is to waste time mired in a Portuguese backwater. Still, to guarantee a partnership with Oporto’s largest trading firm, he agrees to travel up the Douro River and chase some reluctant debtor.
A meeting of two cultures…
Nothing prepared Griffin for the headstrong winemaker. Alluring, she tempts him into enjoying Portugal’s vibrant tastes and is a threat to his carefully constructed plans. The arrogant Englishman arrived at Julia’s lands, believing himself entitled to everything, including her heart. But how can she resist an attraction headier than a vintage?
An enemy too powerful to fight alone…
When a mysterious plague decimates Europe’s vineyards, Griffin and Julia struggle to find a cure, blind-tasting their way into an intoxicating passion. But reality demands an answer: will they allow cultural differences to keep them apart, or will they fight for the love of a lifetime?
Stories are the very fabric of life. I want to transport readers to exotic settings, where they can find romance and happy endings and hopefully bring some back to their daily lives. Portugal brims with beauty and passion, and I research every tiny detail of my novels, hoping to make the reader treasure my grandparents’ country as I do. I have a loving husband who still is my hero and two amazing kids. When it’s cold and rainy, I run inside to read and watch movies under blankets, sipping wine. You can find me on the beach during summer, surfing with my family.
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Kellyn is a student of the Author Conservatory, a virtual assistant, and a writing coach. When not building her author career, she is likely getting lost somewhere in the Pacific Northwest with her friends, watching period dramas and facetious comedies, or spending time with her husband.
By Giovanna Siniscalchi
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Portugal, 1870
A winemaker desperate to save her vineyards…
Julia Costa is the best winemaker in the Douro. When a greedy businessman threatens the land her family has held for generations, Julia defends her legacy and independence by any means necessary.
The Englishman sent to uncover her secrets…
The last thing Griffin Maxwell wants is to waste time mired in a Portuguese backwater. Still, to guarantee a partnership with Oporto’s largest trading firm, he agrees to travel up the Douro River and chase some reluctant debtor.
A meeting of two cultures…
Nothing prepared Griffin for the headstrong winemaker. Alluring, she tempts him into enjoying Portugal’s vibrant tastes and is a threat to his carefully constructed plans. The arrogant Englishman arrived at Julia’s lands, believing himself entitled to everything, including her heart. But how can she resist an attraction headier than a vintage?
An enemy too powerful to fight alone…
When a mysterious plague decimates Europe’s vineyards, Griffin and Julia struggle to find a cure, blind-tasting their way into an intoxicating passion. But reality demands an answer: will they allow cultural differences to keep them apart, or will they fight for the love of a lifetime?
Stories are the very fabric of life. I want to transport readers to exotic settings, where they can find romance and happy endings and hopefully bring some back to their daily lives. Portugal brims with beauty and passion, and I research every tiny detail of my novels, hoping to make the reader treasure my grandparents’ country as I do. I have a loving husband who still is my hero and two amazing kids. When it’s cold and rainy, I run inside to read and watch movies under blankets, sipping wine. You can find me on the beach during summer, surfing with my family.
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By the time Granny, Aunt Millie, and Judy finished cleaning the incredibly cluttered flat, it was past noon and soon Judy’s “little friends,” as Granny called them, would be arriving for the party.
In truth, Judy didn’t know her “friends.” They were all grandchildren of her granny’s many church friends who Judy had only met a few times and didn’t much care for. But she supposed that wasn’t quite fair. She just didn’t know them.
However, Granny wanted Judy to have friends, so Judy would try. She’d do anything to please Granny, after all. Who else in this world did she have to please who would actually notice?
Aunt Millie, she supposed, but Aunt Millie just wanted a hug every so often and some acknowledgement that she existed. Judy could do that. After all, wasn’t that what she wanted, too?
Granny set about preparing the refreshments only to find a disturbing lack of the correct ingredients. So she gave Judy a list and told her to run across the street to the grocery and give it to Mr. Tilney along with a little purse containing the sum that would be required to make the purchases.
As Judy exited the flat building, she noticed a tall, skinny man sitting on the curb, wearing a rumpled business suit. He had removed his hat and was twirling it around and around on his finger. His reddish hair was messy and his blue eyes distant. He had a small mustache on his upper lip—at least it was neatly clipped, though. A mustache was bad enough, but a messy mustache was unbearable in Judy’s opinion.
Judy tilted her head to the side, took a step nearer the man, and tried to see what he was staring at across the street.
She could see nothing worth such serious deliberation. Just Mr. Tilney’s store and Mother’s flower shop and the small flat over the flower shop.
The man seemed to be staring at nothing, into a distance that didn’t really exist.
He turned. The two stared at each other for a few incredibly long seconds before he cleared his throat.
“Who are you?” His voice was strangled, and his eyes fastened on her face in a hungry sort of way.
She didn’t know what to think of that. It didn’t seem mean, but she’d been given so many warnings about mean men that she knew she ought to be cautious. “Judy.” Surely telling him her name wouldn’t hurt a thing.
“I know. At least, most of me knew.” The man straightened his back and looked her up and down before returning to her face, a bashful grin twisting his lips.
“Then why did you ask?” asked Judy.
“Because I wanted to be sure.” He ran a hand through his hair and watched her with eyes a bit closed, like he was wincing in pain. “Sometimes it’s good to double check before assuming something, especially if you’ve gotten in trouble before for not being sure and assuming and moving too fast for your own good.”
“Oh.” That made sense, she supposed. Caution was definitely preferable. One didn’t make mistakes if one were cautious, and mistakes weren’t something her mother appreciated. Especially ones that caused a mess Mother had to clean up. Not that she ever cleaned unless she absolutely must. Mother didn’t mind most messes. The cleaning up messes part, however? It made Mother most cross. Judy hated when her mother went from not caring at all to being cross. It was the worst feeling in the world.
“You look like your Aunt Lola,” said the man, referring to the paternal aunt who visited occasionally. “But your hair isn’t curly like hers.”
“I know,” said Judy. “It’s curlier when my braids aren’t so tight.” She tugged one to show how tight and unforgiving it was.
“Mine would curl if I let it grow, probably. Like my mother’s hair.” His voice was raspy, and Judy wondered if it was always like that or if he was just sad right then. “Who told you you look like her?”
“Aunt Lola,” said Judy.
“Oh.” He stood. Judy was obliged to crane her neck to continue looking him in the eye. He was quite tall, and not just because Judy was quite short. Her mother was half his size, she was sure. “Are you supposed to be talking to strangers?” the man asked.
Judy shook her head. “I’m supposed to be getting these things and hurrying back,” she said, holding up the slip of paper.
He accepted the grocery list and gave it a looking over before passing it back to her. “Well, then you’d best be about your business.”
“Will you be about your business, too?” Judy asked.
The man nodded, and his voice cleared a bit as he replied. “I will. I need to see my sister before I go to a party, or she’ll be mad at me. We can’t have that.”
“Good. You looked lonely sitting on the street there.”
“Did I?” The man had an odd little twist to his lips now that told her he had some sort of feeling that wasn’t quite comfortable.
Judy offered a bit of a smile to set him at ease. “Yes. And that’s no good! After all, there are so many people in the world that one oughtn’t to be lonely!”
Or at least one oughtn’t to be lonely when one was a big man who could go anywhere and meet anyone. Judy couldn’t really make friends because she got in trouble for wandering off, and it was hard enough making friends anyway, but the man could do anything he wanted. He could make dozens of friends. Judy felt a flash of jealousy but quickly reined it in.
The man laughed dryly. “Well, what if there was only one person in the world a fellow wanted to be with?”
“Then he’d better be with that person.” Judy glanced across the street. “I’d better go. Granny will be worried. Besides, I guess you are a stranger, and Aunt Millie says you might be mean, even in places I think are safe. She’s most afraid someone will be mean to me.”
“Very well. Run along, Judy.”
Judy paused. “How’d you know my name?” Strangers weren’t supposed to know her name.
“You told me, baby,” the man reminded her, eyes twinkling.
“Oh,” said Judy. She stood still for a moment, contemplating whether strangers ought to call her “baby,” then she hurried across the street and into Mr. Tilney’s store.
In no time at all, she was back out with the groceries. The man was gone.
Kellyn is a student of the Author Conservatory, a virtual assistant, and a writing coach. When not building her author career, she is likely getting lost somewhere in the Pacific Northwest with her friends, watching period dramas and facetious comedies, or spending time with her husband.