is found on a remote beach in the south of Spain with a head injury and no
recollection of how she got there. Recovering in hospital, she is desperate to
return to her twenty-five-year-old, single life in Sydney.
has lost ten years of memories and her world becomes unrecognisable.
husband, Will, arrives to collect her, and she is told she has three young
children waiting at home in London.
the emotional journey to reclaim the life she’s forgotten, learn how to be a
wife and mother, and mend a broken marriage. She wants to remember everything…
all memories worth fighting for, even the ones that hurt?
“I want you
to remember, Faith,” he said softly. “I want you to remember all the good times
and leave out the bad ones.”
think I get to pick and choose.”
did things we weren’t proud of. Things that I’d be happy for you to forget. But
if it comes back to you, I want you to know that I’m sorry. It was my fault.”
I wanted to
ask him what we’d done, what awful things we’d put each other through. But I
was afraid to know. Maybe, in some ways, my memory loss was a blessing. All the
bad things had been wiped clean while for Will, he had to live with them each
day, had to remember every word, every hurtful action.
I leant in
closer and rested my head on his chest. At first his body stiffened, then he
relaxed, put his arm around me and held me close.
like that for a time while something skimmed the sky high above us.
shooting star,” he said.
International Space Station.”
Then he bent his head, put his lips on mine and kissed me.
Montebello was born and raised in Sydney, Australia, where she lives with her
husband and two young children.
She is the bestselling author of The
Quarantine Station and the Belle Series (Interwoven, A House of Lies
and Beneath the Pepper Tree).
Michelle won the 2018 Best New Author category in the AusRom Today Reader’s
Choice Awards. She was also a finalist for Author of the Year and Interwoven was a finalist for Best Book.
She has a
keen passion for reading, writing and travel.
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“Stacey Lynn always knows how to perfectly balance sexy and sweet.”—New York Times bestselling author Lauren Layne
Weekend Fling, an all-new contemporary romance from Stacey Lynn is available now!
Fresh out of a long-term relationship, Willow Parks is working two jobs and caring for her mother, whose husband left her with nothing but a pile of bills. That’s why Willow made a vow: no men until she figures out her own life.
But while she may not need a man, she could use a break. And a weekend away at a California beach to clear her head? That’s appealing. Even if the offer comes from Trey Collins, the irresistible tech-mogul millionaire who visits her coffee shop every morning like clockwork—and needs a date for his best friend’s wedding. With an adorable, occasional stutter, he refuses to take no for an answer.
Once the weekend begins, Trey is intent on proving how good they can be together. Willow’s even feeling tempted to break her vow—until reality rudely interrupts her well-deserved getaway. There’s no way she and Trey have a future, not with the colossal amount of baggage Willow has to offer.
But Trey is used to getting what he wants. He just has his work cut out for him convincing her that they want the same thing.
“What’s your favorite color?” She tilts her head to the side and winks. Damn, she’s cute. “Navy blue.”She snorts. “Typical male color.”Anything but. “You were wearing navy-blue Converse sneakers with frayed denim jeans the first time I stepped into Java Joe’s and saw you.”Screw waiting for tomorrow. Operation seduce-the-sexy-barista begins now. I’ve surprised her, based on the way her jaw unhinges and her pretty blue eyes fly open. It’s time she realizes how long I’ve really wanted to ask her out. I scoot forward on my chair as she stammers, those cheeks of hers burning bright, and I place my hand at her jaw. It’s the first time we’ve truly touched, other than some minor hand-holding, and I’m stunned by the softness of her skin where my hand brushes her chin, and she closes her mouth with a snap. I’m not generally a lay-your-cards-on-the-table kind of guy, preferring to keep them close to my vest with those I don’t know well. In my line of work, secrecy is absolute. Anyone can steal an idea, and it’s easier to keep anything personal to the few people I trust. But it might be time to throw all those cards down, faceup, if I want a chance with this woman. “I like you, Willow. I was attracted to you the first time I walked into Java Joe’s. I like that you ignore me, but you blush as you look away. I like that you stood up to me when I put my foot in my mouth, and I even like that you’re scared of small planes and the ocean—”“I’m not afraid—”“I also think you’re beautiful and sexy as hell, heavy baggage and stubbornness included. You need to know all that this weekend, because I plan on spending the next few days showing you exactly how much I mean it.”My thumb trails over her lips as they part. Soft. So damn soft. My dick is currently anything but. “You’re very forward.”I lean closer, my hand at her jaw sliding to the back of her neck to pull her close. She comes easily, lips parting further, as I get so close to her. My lips are at her ear, that hit of her jaw, her cheeks . . . “I’m very turned on by you, Willow Parks, and I’m not a man who passes on an opportunity when it’s quite literally almost in my lap. I’m more of a seize-and-conquer kind of man, but you’ll learn that. I promise.”Her body shivers and her puff of breath against my skin turns shallow. I’ve turned her on and I’m hard as a rock. Brushing my lips across her cheek, I kiss her, tease, taking the hint of the promise of her sweetness with me and swallowing it down before I lean back. “We should go to sleep. You have an early morning.”
About the Author
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The author of over thirty romance novels, many of which have been best-selling titles on Amazon, AppleBooks, and Barnes & Noble, she loves being able to turn her vivid imagination into a career that brings entertainment and joy to her readers. Focused on sports romance and emotional, small-town romance, she also loves stretching herself in different genres.
Born in Texas and raised in the Midwest, she now makes her home in North Carolina and loves all things Southern. Together with her ultimate tall, dark, and handsome hero, she has four children. Her life is a chaotic mess that fights with her Type-A, list-making, neurotically organized preferences and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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“I really enjoyed our dinner. Thank you for going with me.” Bo
paused. “Crap, that’s my dad’s voice, come on.” He wrapped Sunday’s
hand in his and pulled her forward just as his father and the group of men he
was with rounded the corner, Bo sank deeper into the bushes, pulling Sunday
against him. She glanced up; they were so close, she could feel his warm breath
on her face, smell the toasted sugar from the Crème Brûlée they had shared. As
swiftly as he had reacted and pulled her into him, he lowered his mouth to
The breeze whipped through her hair, the branches of the shrub poked into her
skin, but nothing was going to make her pull away. She couldn’t believe that
she was acting so scandalous, so unprofessional, so Adeline.
That lost thought made her smile.
Bo didn’t break their connection as he opened one eye to stare at her. Sunday
wondered if his father had walked past yet.
“Your dad?” She tried to whisper around his lips that were still on
“He’s right behind you,” Bo whispered against Sunday’s lips before
resuming his assault on her mouth.
Sunday used these last few seconds, however long she had to examine him, feel
him, how firm were his muscles, his chest? She ran one hand along the placket
of his shirt, her fingers lightly slipping between the buttons to touch his
undershirt. She had been expecting warm skin. The disappointment was like
picking up a glass and expecting to drink soda, but after you swallowed,
discovering it was plain ole water. It was startling enough to pull Sunday back
to her senses. She looked up and realized that Kai was long gone. Her cheeks
turned a rosy pink. Bo noticeably stiffened. He must have been bracing himself
for her rising anger. But she refused to give it to him–she had wanted that
kiss just as much. Instead, she let out a huff and marched off, no shouts, no
witty comebacks, nothing.
“Come on, Sunday, please. You can’t tell me you didn’t like it. It was
wonderful. Admit it. I mean . . . I liked it. I wanted to kiss you. I’ve been
wanting to kiss you.”
He stood under the scorching hot water flow over his body. Maybe it would wake
him up and make him realize that sharing a room with Sunday Prescott was a big
mistake. The woman had no clue that her innocence was a turn on, making her a
bit beguiling. He was allowing the lower half to think for the upper half. But
he needed to relieve this pressure, this ache he had for that infuriating
Thoughts of her fiery temper and her bright smile filled his mind as he slid
his hand down his growing penis. Squeezing the base, he released a guttural
moan. The water sloshing over him aided him as he stroked from the shaft
upward, his thumb capturing at the underside of the head.
Her laughter. He stroked slowly and steadily and then quickened.
Her damn scent. He stroked faster as the release built inside him. The way her
lips felt on his. The storm that had brewed inside him thundered out with each
thrust of his hips into the air, no warm woman, no Sunday.
Before becoming a romance writer, Danielle was a body double
for Heidi Klum and a backup singer for Adele. Now, she spends her days trying
to play keep away from Theo James who won’t stop calling her or asking her
And all of this happens before she wakes up and faces
reality where in fact she is a 50 something mom with grown kids, she’s been
married longer than Theo’s been alive, and now get her kicks riding a Harley.
As far as her body, she can thank, Ben & Jerry’s for
that as well as gravity and vodka. But she says that she could never be Adele’s
backup since she never stops saying the F-word long enough to actually sing.
Danielle writes about kickass women with even better shoes
and the men that try to tame them (silly silly men).
Title: Snowed in Love Series: A Holiday Romance Novel #4
Author: Amanda Siegrist
Genre: Contemporary/Holiday Romance Release Date: December 3, 2019
A blizzard. A cabin. A cup of hot chocolate.
The perfect mixture to fall in love.
James Brennen is nothing but a screwup. At least, in the small town of
Mulberry, that’s what everyone thinks of him. As a recovering alcoholic,
he’s trying his best to turn his life around, to be a better man. All of
his hard work comes crashing down when he’s fired from his job at the
hospital—accused of stealing drugs. Nothing ever changes and he’s done
trying to prove himself. Needing time alone, his friend’s cabin in the
middle of the woods provides the perfect escape. He knows he’s found deep trouble,
not only when he gets stranded during a brutal snowstorm, but that he’s
stuck with the one woman he’s wanted since the first day he laid eyes on
her. The passion burns bright between them, but it doesn’t matter, as soon
as Christmas is over, he’s leaving for good.
The thought of warmth, of sitting by a fire—if she was lucky—forced her
to increase her pace. And like a miracle sent from heaven, she was within twenty
feet of a small cabin decked out with a short porch, just enough room to fit a
Her steps slowed.
She was freezing. Maybe to the point of hypothermia. Okay, probably a
little exaggeration on her part, but she was bone-deep cold.
Yet, she walked like a snail, taking her time to the front door.
What would she say?
Better yet, what would he say?
Well, James wasn’t a cruel man, he wouldn’t turn her away. He’d let her
in. Let her warm up.
But would he accept her apology? Could they go back to their easy
camaraderie? Could they still be friends and hang out even if he didn’t work at
the hospital anymore?
Only one way to find out.
Moving faster, she walked right up to the door and knocked loudly. No
hesitation. No thinking about his reaction.
Shivering, more than she had when she had been walking, she wondered if
she didn’t knock hard enough. She thought she had. But why wasn’t he answering?
Raising her gloved fist again, she swung it forward, nearly tripping on
her feet when the door swung open. Losing her balance from the surprise, her
fist knocked into his chest instead of the door.
James caught her around the waist, holding her steady.
The shock in his eyes mesmerized her. A mixture of confusion, surprise,
“Erin? What…” His brows puckered low. “What are you doing here?”
That long treacherous walk she just completed, she had all the time in
the world to come up with something good to say.
And nothing. No words came out. Not even her apology she wanted to
Although she couldn’t feel anything through her large winter coat, his
soft touch, his sweet hands on her waist was rendering her speechless.
She had never been in his arms before. Not even in a small hug.
Right now, right here, in this moment, she wanted to be completely in
his arms. She wanted to close the distance and soak up his warmth, his
kindness, his sweetness. Let him know in that one big gesture how much she
cared about him. Because no matter what anyone said or thought about him, he
was a sweet, kind, thoughtful man.
When was the last time someone other than his sister told him how
important he was in their lives?
Without a word, she dropped her fist from his chest, stepped forward
and wrapped her arms around him.
I’m a USA Today Bestselling Author that
loves to write sweet contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels,
although I am partial to romantic suspense. Honestly, I love anything that has
to do with romance. As long as there’s a happy ending, I’m a happy camper.
And insta-love…yes, please! I love baseball (Go Twins!) and creating
awesome crafts. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice,
working in that field for several years before I became a stay-at-home
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Thanks for reading!
From the NYT Bestselling Author of
Breathless With Her comes a fake relationship romance that’s all too real.
Professing her love to her best friend while wearing only her favorite panty
set and coat probably wasn’t the best decision Amelia Carr has ever made. In
fact, it’s perhaps the worst. But when her family becomes their overprotective
selves while encroaching on her life, she makes a rash decision: her brother’s
best friend will just have to be her beard. Too bad, he has no idea what he’s
Tucker Reinhard loves women, and they tend to love him even more. Despite the
love, he never would have expected Amelia to come up with the plan she poses to
him. He’ll go along with it, but only because he doesn’t want to see her
hurt—even if that means fighting his best friend.
In the midst of her scheme, Amelia realizes she doesn’t know Tucker as well as
she thought. And neither of them are prepared for what happens when they let
the façade go and see what truly lies beneath.
Ryan is the New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author of contemporary, paranormal, and young adult romance.
Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Fractured Connections, and
Elements of Five series, which have sold over 3.0 million books worldwide. She
started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry
and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over seventy-five novels and
novellas with more in the works. When she’s not losing herself in her emotional
and action-packed worlds, she’s reading as much as she can while wrangling her
clowder of cats who have more followers than she does.
Release Date: December 1, 2019ON SALE DECEMBER 1 ONLY
18+ for language and sexual content!Danielle Harris is the daughter of an overprotective police chief and has led a sheltered life. As a kindergarten teacher, she’s as far removed from the world of Harleys and bikers as you could get, but when she’s rescued by the sexy and dangerous Austin Carver, her life is changed forever.
Although Austin ‘Booker’ Carver is enamored by the innocent Dani, he tries to keep the police chief’s daughter at arm’s length. But when a threat is made from an unexpected source, he finds himself falling hard and fast for the only woman who can tame his wild heart.
Will Booker be able to find the source of the threat before it’s too late?
Will Dani finally give her heart to a man who’s everything she’s been warned about?
Piper Davenport is the alter-ego of New York Times Bestselling Author, Tracey Jane Jackson. She writes from a place of passion and intrigue, combining elements of romance and suspense with strong modern-day heroes and heroines.
She currently resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two kids.
I LOVE Piper Davenport and all her amazing stories. I love how quick they are to read. I love falling in love with the characters. Most of all I love meeting new book boyfriends.
I love Booker and Dani. Booker is part of the Dogs of Fire. He’s incredibly intelligent, which I loved. He’s found Dani and has no intention of letting her go. Especially after he finds out about the trouble she may be in. Dani, where to start with this woman. She’s a bit naive, but I think that’s what I loved about her. She’s the daughter of the chief of police and the sister of a detective. What could possibly be worse for Booker?
This fast-paced book had me wanting more with each page turn. I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. I loved every second of this story and can’t wait for more!