Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Promo & Book Giveaway: Sweet Talkin' Lover by Tracey Livesay

Today is release day!
Tracey Livesay delivers the first novel in her sexy new series about lifelong friends and unforgettable love stories.

When everything is on the line,
surrendering completely to love is your only choice…
Marketing manager Caila Harris knows that the road to success in the beauty industry doesn’t allow for detours. She’s forsaken any trace of a social life, working 24/7 to ensure her next promotion. When grief over her grandfather’s death leads to several catastrophic decisions, Caila gets one final chance to prove herself: shut down an unprofitable factory in a small Southern town. But as soon as she arrives in Bradleton, she meets one outsized problem: the town’s gorgeous mayor.
Wyatt Bradley isn’t thrilled about his nickname, Mayor McHottie. He’s even less happy to learn that his town might be losing its biggest employer. If he has to, he’ll use some sneaky tactics to get Caila on his side. Yet even as he’s hoping she’ll fall for Bradleton, he’s falling too—right into a combustible affair that shakes them both with its intensity.
Two stubborn people, torn between loyalty, ambition, and attraction. But when you’re willing to give it your all, there’s no limit to how far love can take you…

RRT's review:

SWEET TALKIN’ LOVER – Tracey Livesay
Avon Books
ISBN: 978-0-06-297954-4
December 30, 2019
Contemporary Romance
Bradleton, Virginia – Present Day
Marketing executive Caila Harris is facing a career crisis. She must ace her newest work assignment—or face unemployment. Her assignment is to go to Bradleton, Virginia, and assess the continued viability of a factory that does work for her employer. Caila is aware that her bosses think the factory should close down, but she plans to make an unbiased assessment within a day or two and be gone. Upon her arrival, things don’t work out the way she wants, and she ends up extending her visit. People start out friendly, but once they realize who she is and why she is there, they turn hostile. Even the mayor, Wyatt Bradley, isn’t friendly…at first.
Wyatt has been destined to be mayor since he was born, seeing as his family helped found the town. He does get embarrassed by the nickname a lot of people call him, namely Mayor McHottie. He might be young and everyone knows him, but he wants to serve the town well, especially when there are jobs on the line. The arrival of Caila to do the assessment of the factory, which provides most of the work for people in town, is a big deal. Wyatt is determined to show Caila how great the town is, and that means showing her around…and soon finds himself attracted to her.
Bradleton is a small town where everyone has each other’s backs. With the possible closure of the factory looming, everyone has to stick together. Caila is treated with hostility at first, yet she is aware that the underlying suspicion of what she’s doing is why they don’t trust her. At first, she is wary of Wyatt’s overt attentions. Of course, he is the mayor and is showing her around, but their sizzling attraction has thrown her for a loop. Is the passion and desire that simmers between them real, or is it because he is trying to seduce her into some favorable results?
Caila had thought she left small-town life behind, but once she gets a taste of it in Bradleton, she may not want to ever leave. Wyatt and Caila dance around their attraction to each other, but when they can’t deny it any longer, then readers know it’s the real thing in SWEET TALKIN’ LOVER.  Yet, Caila is a big city girl. She has a resentment of small-town life as a result of finding herself as a child plucked out of Baltimore and into a small town where her grandfather helped support Caila’s mother and siblings after her father died.  Can she give it all up to live in a small town? Meanwhile, Wyatt has to contend with his snooty family in that they think his attention to Caila means more than he claims it is—all business. Even the people around them understand that Caila and Wyatt are falling in love with each other.
SWEET TALKIN’ LOVER is a cute, funny tale that features a multitude of minor characters, from Caila’s three girlfriends who advise and prod her to go for the rainbow, and Wyatt’s friends who snicker while he denies to them that his growing friendship to Caila is more than business.  In the end, what will Caila decide about the factory? Will she save her job and that of the citizens of Bradleton? Can Wyatt convince her to make Bradleton her forever home? Find out the answers to these questions by picking up a copy of the thoroughly entertaining SWEET TALKIN’ LOVER.
Patti Fischer

I have two print copies of Sweet Talkin' Lover.
I'll give these away to two lucky winners.
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Monday, December 30, 2019

Promo: Risk It All by Katie Ruggle

Risk It All
by Katie Ruggle
Publication Date: 12/31/2019

When bounty hunter falls for bounty, they’ll risk it all to save the one they love.

Cara Pax never wanted to be a bounty hunter—she’s happy to leave chasing criminals to her more adventurous sisters. But if she wants her dream of escaping the family business to come true, she’s got one last job to finish.

Too bad she doesn’t think her latest bounty is actually guilty.

Henry Kavenski is a man with innocence to prove. But when his enemies target Cara in an attempt to force his hand, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Deep in the Rocky Mountains, surrounded by danger on all sides, Henry and Cara will have to learn to trust their unexpected partnership if they want to make it out together—and alive.

When she’s not writing, Katie Ruggle rides horses, trains her three dogs, and travels to warm places to scuba dive. A police academy graduate, Katie readily admits she’s a forensics nerd. Connect with Katie at http://katieruggle.com/, https://www.facebook.com/katierugglebooks, or on Twitter and Instagram @KatieRuggle.

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When the woman stopped the stroller next to the bus-stop bench and took a seat next to Kavenski, Cara knew something was up. For one, she would eat her phone if that woman would ever set foot on a public bus. Also, Kavenski, for all his hotness, was a big and intimidating guy. No one would casually plop themselves down next to a dangerous-looking stranger, especially with her baby right there.
With both Kavenski and the woman facing forward, it was impossible for Cara to see if they were talking. She was tempted to move closer to the pair to see if she could eavesdrop, but Kavenski had known she’d been following him earlier, and that made her hesitate. It was one thing for her to follow as he skulked around town, but this meeting seemed very shady and purposeful. He’d let her go once, but who knew what he’d do if she had incriminating information on him.
The woman turned her head toward Kavenski for just a few seconds, and Cara hurried to take a few pictures. With the oversize sunglasses, hat, and scarf, it was hard to get an idea of what the woman actually looked like, especially from a distance. The only things Cara was sure of were that she was white, tall, and fashion-conscious.
To Cara’s frustration, she saw that the woman’s lips were indeed moving. Once again resisting the urge to get close enough to listen to their conversation, Cara watched as the woman reached into the stroller and appeared to adjust the baby’s blanket. When she withdrew her hand, however, she was holding something white and rectangular.
Almost bursting with curiosity, even as her heart pounded from fear of discovery, Cara found herself leaning forward, straining to see what the woman had taken from the stroller. In just the split second it took her to pass the item to Kavenski, Cara was pretty sure it was a legal-sized envelope. Before she could see any other details or even take a few steps closer, he slipped the item into his jacket pocket.
The woman stood and pushed the stroller past Kavenski, and Cara realized that she would be passing right by. After a frozen second, she forced her gaze to her phone screen. Her hair fell in heavy curtains on either side of her face, hiding her profile from the woman’s view, and Cara was intensely grateful that she hadn’t pulled it back that morning.
The seconds seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly as the burr of stroller wheels and the sharp click of the woman’s bootheels drew closer. Cara didn’t breathe as the woman passed just five feet away, and her pounding heart was so loud it made it hard to hear if the footsteps were slowing.
When she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she dared a pseudo-casual glance and saw the back of the woman a half block away. Sucking in a much-needed breath, Cara returned her attention to Kavenski, just in time to see him rocket off the bench right into rush-hour traffic. The movement was so sudden and unexpected that Cara jerked back a step, startled.
“What is he doing?” Without considering the wisdom of what she was doing, Cara bolted toward him, her eyes locked on his big, surprisingly nimble form as he played a terrifying game of Frogger with oncoming cars. Brakes squealed and drivers laid on their horns as Kavenski shot across the road to the far lane. Turning to face the SUV heading toward him, he raised both hands, palms out, like a traffic cop.
He faced down the oncoming vehicle barreling toward him. The tires squealed as the wheels locked, and Cara instinctively reached toward him as if she could somehow snatch him to safety. His huge frame actually looked small as the five-thousand-pound vehicle bore down on him.
Cara reached the curb, a useless shout of warning building in her chest. Kavenski stared down the SUV, not even flinching as it rocketed closer. Just inches from Kavenski, the vehicle lurched to a halt, rocking back from the force of the stop. Cara’s breath escaped her in a rush. She stopped abruptly, realizing that she had been about to run right out into traffic. She’d been so focused on Kavenski’s near death that she hadn’t even thought about her own safety.
As the driver of the SUV rolled his window down and screamed invectives, Kavenski turned and strode over to a small dog huddled in the center of the lane. Scooping up the tiny furball, Kavenski stepped out of the street, waving casually at the still-yelling driver to continue on his way.
Cara gave a small gasping laugh at Kavenski’s nonchalance. He was acting as if risking his life to save a tiny dog was no big deal, while Cara’s heart was still trying to pound out of her chest and her hands shook with an overdose of adrenaline. As if he’d heard her slightly panicked laughter, Kavenski met her gaze across the four lanes of traffic. They stared at each other for an eternal moment before the corner of his mouth kicked up in more of a grimace than a smile.

Excerpted from Risk It All by Katie Ruggle. © 2019 by Katie Ruggle. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

Saturday, December 28, 2019

New Year's Eve Chat!


On New Year's Eve, I'll be hosting a chat starting at 10:00 PM EST in the RRT Chatroom.

Link to chatroom: http://www.chatzy.com/28419404740561

It's casual. Come as you are! I may even give away prizes (books would have to be mailed to USA mailing addresses).

Hope to see you then!

Book Giveaway: Dark Storm by Karen Harper

There are some forces you can’t outrun…

Forensic psychologist Claire Markwood has experienced her share of disaster. But nothing could prepare her for her sister, Darcy, going missing. Claire rushes to the butterfly sanctuary where Darcy has been working, prepared to do what she does best—work the clues. But her sister, along with her car and some of the sanctuary’s rarest species of butterflies, has seemingly vanished without a trace.

Amid a flurry of mysterious leads and dead ends, Claire and her criminal lawyer husband, Nick, tap every resource at their disposal. But the deeper they dig, the more unsettling the case becomes, dredging up old family secrets that shake the foundation of everything Claire thought to be true. Because some secrets aren’t just threatening—they’re deadly.

It's the end of the year.
What were the best five books you read in 2019?
(contest open to US mailing addresses only)

Friday, December 27, 2019

Book Winners

The winner of A COWBOY LIKE YOU by Donna Grant is...Cheryl C.

The winner of HEIRESS GONE WILD by Laura Lee Guhrke is... Fedora.

Winners, please email me at pattifischer@yahoo.com to claim your books.

Promo: A Cowboy Never Quits by Cindi Madsen

A Cowboy Never Quits
by Cindi Madsen
Publication Date: 12/31/2019

These hardworking cowboys give everyone a second chance…

When single mom Jessica Cook is at the end of her rope, she takes her 16-year-old daughter to Turn Around Ranch. The ranch has a great reputation for teen therapy, and Jessica prays there’s room there for her and Chloe.

Wade Dawson’s first priority is to keep the ranch afloat to help teens and their families. But he can’t seem to keep his boundaries when it comes to Jessica—she’s talked her way into a job on the ranch so she can stay near her daughter and her tenacity and courage are truly impressive. Not to mention she’s a natural beauty and sparks fly whenever he’s in her vicinity.

But as one crisis after another befalls the ranch, Wade is going to have to decide whether he can afford to let a woman get under his skin…

Cindi Madsen is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a new pretty pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music, dancing, and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.

Purchase Links:
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A hint of sympathy flickered through Gruff-and-Grumpy’s eyes, but then the firmness crept back in. He reached up and readjusted his cowboy hat, which set off some kind of wave that made the other two brothers do the same.
Seriously, why do they have to look like they belong on the cover of Ride a Cowboy Weekly?
Wait. That sounded dirtier than she meant it. Not that she’d exactly take it back.
They practically dripped masculinity, their bodies speaking to hours of manual labor, and the effect kept hijacking her jumbled thoughts. It’d been so long since she’d more than half-heartedly checked out a guy that apparently now she couldn’t even handle being in the presence of handsome men.
Back when she was in her early twenties—before guys discovered she came with baggage and a five-year-old—she used to be fairly decent at flirting her way into getting a guy to help her out with things like clearing that late fee or giving her a few more weeks on the rent. Once she’d even talked her disgruntled landlord into mowing the overgrown lawn he was harping on and on about. Clearly, she’d lost it, because the expressions aimed her way were immovable ones that conveyed disbelief in exceptions or wiggle room. Or the charity she’d shed her pride to ask for.
A spinster failure-of-a-mom at thirty-one. Well, it took fifteen years, but Mom was right. Just when she’d been so cocky about how much she’d accomplished. Now she wanted to Frisbee the employee-of-the month plaque she’d received from her boss last week, for all the good it did her.
“We’re sorry you drove all the way here only to have to turn back,” Mrs. Dawson said, tucking behind her ear the sandy-brown and gray strands of hair that’d fallen from her bun. The woman had a frail sense about her, her skinniness and the dark circles under her eyes speaking to a recent—or possibly even current—health issue. “I can give you some referrals, and I’ll see if my contacts know of a good counselor in your area.”
In a daze, Jess blinked at the woman, defeat weighing against her chest and tugging down her shoulders. She truly had failed. And curse her DNA for passing on traits she wished it would’ve held back. In a lot of ways, her daughter was too much like her: stubborn to a fault, blind when it came to guys, spurred on by the words no and can’t, and turning the word guideline into loose suggestion.
If they simply returned home, it’d be harder and harder to keep Chloe from bad influences. This past year she’d struggled to fit in at school, and her solution had been to find the worst possible group of “friends.” Friends who ditched and smoked pot and encouraged Chloe to sneak out at night so she could go meet a guy like Tyler. He was two years older and a whole mess of bad influences on his own. Rebellious, disrespectful, and mysterious—the same things Jessica had been attracted to at Chloe’s age.
Not that her daughter was blameless. Chloe had made plenty of bad choices. She’d dived fully into the party lifestyle, snuck out yet again, and gone on the joyride in the stolen car while under the influence. It was a slippery slope, which was why Jess wanted her at the best place in the state.
Even the others were out of her price range. A counselor might be as well. Maybe they’d just move to a different state entirely. Leave it all behind and eat…ramen. Get a nice box hut under a bridge. Really live out the scenarios people had thrown at her when she’d refused to give her baby up for adoption.
Feeling both levels of failure, Jess shakily stood. “Thank you for your time.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Gruff-and-Grumpy said, and she wanted to shout that she didn’t want chivalry. She wanted her daughter enrolled in their program and a way to pay for it.
“It’s fine. I’ve got it. Unless you’re scared I’ll just drive away without my kid, and then you’ll have to take her.”
“Well, I am now.” An almost-smile crossed his face.
She almost returned it, but her lungs constricted more and more as she walked toward the door.
There in the corner, she caught sight of a wall of flyers on a corkboard. Along with a schedule that outlined class time, equine therapy time, and a few other events she couldn’t quite make out, she saw a neon-yellow paper with the words Help Wanted across the top. Even better, it was for a job here at Turn Around Ranch.
“You guys are looking for a cook?” It was as if she’d stepped out of her body and someone else had taken control—someone crazy and reckless, personality traits she’d tried very hard to suppress through the years. When you had a kid who depended on you, impulsiveness went out the window, and recklessness wasn’t an option. Still, even as she told her mouth to hold up before it landed her in trouble, the next words were pushing from her lips. “You’re in luck. I just so happen to be one.”
Those dark eyebrows lowered again, only visible under the brim of his cowboy hat when he was giving the signature scowl he’d given her from the moment she’d stepped inside the office. “You’re a cook?”
“Oh, we’ve been looking for a cook for forever and a day,” Mrs. Dawson said, scooting to the edge of her chair.
Hope edged in desperation bobbed up inside Jess. She’d told her boss she needed some time off, and he’d been super understanding. He might not be as cool about her taking…a month? Two? Whatever. This was her daughter. Jobs came and went, but if she lost Chloe, she’d regret it forever. “Perhaps we could help each other out. If you let my daughter into your program, I’ll stay and cook while she’s here. The only other thing I need is a bed to sleep in. I’m not even picky as to where that bed is.”
“Under the stars, then?” the looming cowboy next to her said.
“Okay, I’d prefer a roof over my head. Like a lean-to, at least.”
That almost-smile quivered his lips, but he tamped it down. Why was he so determined to keep up the steely front? Or maybe it wasn’t a front. Right now, she didn’t care, and since she clearly wasn’t going to get anywhere with him, she turned to Mrs. Dawson. “I can have a list of references to you within a matter of hours. My bosses all love me.” At least that was true. At one point she hadn’t known how to balance books or create databases, but she’d learned. Cooking had never been high on her priority list, but she could learn to do that as well. There were Google and the Food Network, and she could make a box of mac and cheese like nobody’s business. How hard could it be?

Excerpted from A Cowboy Never Quits by Cindi Madsen. © 2019 by Cindi Madsen. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

Promo: The Way Back to You by Sharon Sala

The Way Back to You
by Sharon Sala
Publication Date: 12/31/2019

What do you do when your whole life is turned upside down?

Sully Raines sets out to find his birth mother, and ends up in Blessings, Georgia. A new surprise awaits him here, but of the best kind—his childhood sweetheart, whom he hasn’t seen since she moved away when they were teens, is living in Blessings now. He’s not sure she’s as happy to see him as he is to see her, but it’s been a lot of years, and a lot of water under the bridge…

Sully’s heartfelt search for answers about his past might just turn out to be the key to his future…

SHARON SALA has over one hundred books in print and has published in five different genres. She is an eight-time RITA finalist, five-time Career Achievement winner from RT Book Reviews, and five-time winner of the National Reader’s Choice Award. She lives in Norman, Oklahoma.

Purchase Links:
IndieBound: http://bit.ly/31mxnkc

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Sully drove straight to the flower shop. A bell rang as he walked in, and an older woman in a colorful floral smock appeared from the back.
“Hello. I’m Myra. How can I help you?”
“I want to get a bouquet of flowers. Do you have some made up?”
“Yes. Here in the cooler behind this stand of stuffed toys. But if you don’t see what you want, I can easily make something else while you wait.”
“Okay, thanks,” Sully said. “Let me check these out first.”
“Seeing as how fall is upon us, we have several different sizes of fall bouquets, and with different kinds of flowers. And, of course, the roses,” Myra said.
He pointed to a bouquet of red roses in a crystal vase with a ruby-colored base.
“Those, in that vase with the ruby-colored base. How much are those?”
“Well, it’s a dozen American Beauties, and the vase is crystal, which makes it a bit pricier than others. It’s one hundred and ten dollars.”
“I’ll take it,” Sully said.
Myra beamed. Her husband, Harold, had fussed at her nonstop because she’d used a vase that expensive, and now she could say “I told you so.”
“Wonderful,” she said, as she removed the bouquet from the cooler and carried it to the register. “Will this be cash or credit card?”
“Card,” Sully said as he pulled it out of his wallet.
“If you want to sign a card to go with the flowers, you can pick from these,” Myra said, pointing to the little rack on the counter.
“No card, I’m handing them to her in person.”
Myra pulled up a new screen on the computer. “Your name, sir?”
“Sully Raines.”
Myra gasped. “You’re the man who saved Melissa Dean’s life, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“This is wonderful. I’m glad to meet you. Everybody loves Melissa.”
Sully smiled. “I’m finding that out, but I’m not surprised. She was a sweetheart when we were kids, and she’s only gotten better with age.”
“You knew each other! Wow. Then you must have been really frantic when you were trying to get her out of the burning car.”
“I’d only arrived in town about an hour before it happened. I didn’t know anybody here, and I sure didn’t know it was her until we were in the ER. The last time we’d seen each other, we were thirteen.”
“Oh my! What an amazing story. If these are for her, please give her our best.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sully said, and then they finished the purchase.
He made the drive back to Melissa’s house slowly and carefully, and he was happy to see her car in the driveway when he arrived. He got out carrying the vase, and then instead of using the key she’d given him, he rang the doorbell.
When Melissa opened the door, her eyes widened in delight.
“Delivery for the prettiest woman in Blessings,” he said.
She laughed. “I think you must have the wrong house.”
“Nope. I know exactly where I am, and these are for you. Where do you want me to put them?” he asked.
“I think here on this table in the foyer. That way I’ll see them all the time, coming and going.”
He set them on the table, then turned around and hugged her.
“Does this mean Elliot gave you good news?” Melissa asked.
“He gave me news,” Sully said, and felt the knowing of meant to be when he kissed her.
Melissa’s heart fluttered from the gentleness of the kiss, but she was dying for information.
“But what news? Did he know where she was?”
“That man talks around a subject more than anyone I’ve ever met. He told me my birth father’s name, thinking I already knew.”
“Oh my gosh! What is it?”
“Marc Adamos. I never found the name on any papers, but now I know.”
“And your mom? What did he say?”
“He told me not to leave Blessings.”
Melissa frowned. “But what does that mean, exactly? That she’s here? Then where?”
“He just kept repeating, ‘Don’t leave Blessings,’ so I’m not leaving.”
Melissa laughed and hugged him. “Don’t expect me to be sad about that.”
“He also said you were my soul mate and wished us a long and happy life together.”
She gasped. “Did he really say that?”
Sully nodded.
Melissa sighed. “Well, it took us long enough to find each other again. Maybe that is why it was so easy to fall back into this.”
“Works for me,” Sully said, then kissed her again until he heard her moan. “The feeling is mutual.”
Melissa felt like her whole body was humming—like someone had turned up the energy in the room.
Sully saw her shiver. “Are you afraid? Don’t be afraid. This is not anything to act on until we’re ready.”
“Afraid? Of you? No, Sully. I just don’t know what to do with what I feel.”
“Then don’t do anything. When the time is right, there won’t be any confusion. That I can promise.” He wrapped his arms around her. “It’s all good, love. It’s going to be all right.”
“I feel like a forty-something idiot. This should not be so hard,” she muttered.
He chuckled, and when he did, she started to push away, then felt his heartbeat. Without moving, she put her other hand on her own. Their heartbeats were in rhythm.
“What’s wrong?” Sully said.
She reached for his hand and put it over his own heart, and then put his other hand on hers.
“Feel that?” she asked.
“Feel what… Oh, wow! We’re in sync.” Then he laughed. “I love this.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s pretty amazing. I adore the roses, and I adore you, too, Sully Raines.”
“Is this where I sweep you off your feet and take you to bed, or is this where we go eat pie?”
Melissa burst into laughter, and once the joy bubbled up, more kept coming, and she laughed until there were tears in her eyes.
Sully grinned and then put his arm around her and led her to the kitchen.
“I think it’s pie.”
“Just because you went to see a psychic doesn’t mean you’re turning into one.”
He stopped in the middle of the kitchen floor. “Are you saying it’s not pie?”
“Not pie. Cake!”
“You and your sass,” Sully said, and kissed the laugh right off her face.

Excerpted from The Way Back to You by Sharon Sala. © 2019 by Sharon Sala. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

Promo: Packaged Love by Loni Ree

Title: Packaged Love
Series: Love at First Sight
Author: Loni Ree
Genre: Romance
Audible Release Date: December 13, 2019 Ebook Release Date: September 8, 2019

All I wanted to do was make a simple package exchange, then the next thing I know, Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Jerk-Face is slamming me to the ground and threatening me with jail and other real pleasant experiences. Yep, my day certainly could be better.

Who knew a delivery guy's screw-up could lead to finding "the one"?
Ethan Wescott instantly falls for the gorgeous, little thief he catches stealing his package. Once he realizes it's all a misunderstanding, he's left trying to convince Emma even a caveman jerk deserves the chance to redeem himself. He's going to have his work cut out for him, because so far, she isn't too impressed.

After today, I can make the rest of the party favors and get my aunt off of my back, if the package ever arrives. While waiting and scrolling through the available movies, I hear the box drop on my front step and run to grab it. To my absolute horror, it's not my box. The package is addressed to E. L. Wescott, 1216 Oak Lane Drive. I'm E. L. Wolcott, 1216 Oak Land Drive.
Oh my God! E. L. Wescott probably has my ceramic babies. After running to find my phone, I frantically look up Oak Land Drive in my maps app. To my surprise, it's only a few roads away, so I decide to take the wrong package and hopefully make a hostage exchange.
Oh, wow, a couple of roads makes a huge difference. After turning onto the quiet subdivision road, the beautifully manicured lawns and gorgeous modern homes are a pleasant surprise. When I arrive at 1216, I notice a box sitting in front of the impressive two-story house. I park and take the package hoping to make the trade. 
A glance at the box by the door confirms my suspicion that my package was delivered here by mistake. Since I don't want to just switch and run, I ring the doorbell several times, but no one answers the door. I figure it's not stealing since I'm leaving their box and taking mine, so I exchange the two packages and head back for my car.
Two steps from my car, my body is slammed to the ground, and my box goes flying. I hear the sound of shattering babies, and my heart drops.
"You little fucker, I bet Bubba's gonna love your soft ass in jail. You shoulda stolen from some other sucker," is grunted in my ear as my head is shoved into the manicured grass.

Loni Ree, a very busy mom of six, loves to read because she finds that reading helps her escape the chaos of everyday life. She loves quick, red-hot reads that are on the excessive side. Writing is a passion of hers, so Loni decided to share the stories floating around in her mind. Her short, steamy stories are a little over the top because she believes reading should be an escape from real life. She writes about love at first sight that always leads to a Happily Ever After!


Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Happy Holidays!

We're taking a couple of days off to enjoy Christmas......


See you December 26th...

Monday, December 23, 2019

Promo: The One for You by Roni Loren

The One for You
by Roni Loren
Publication Date: 12/31/2019

The highly-anticipated fourth book in Roni Loren’s unforgettable The Ones Who Got Away series.

She got a second chance at life. Will she take a second chance at love?

Kincaid Breslin wasn’t supposed to survive that fateful night at Long Acre when so many died, including her boyfriend—but survive she did. She doesn’t know why she got that chance, but now she takes life by the horns and doesn’t let anybody stand in her way.

Ashton Isaacs was her best friend when disaster struck all those years ago, but he chose to run as far away as he could. Now fate has brought him back to town, and Ash doesn’t know how to cope with his feelings for Kincaid and his grief over their lost friendship. For Ash has been carrying secrets, and he knows that once Kincaid learns the truth, he’ll lose any chance he might have had with the only woman he’s ever loved.

Roni Loren wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. She holds a master’s degree in social work and spent years as a mental health counselor, but now she writes full time from her cozy office in Dallas, Texas where she puts her characters on the therapy couch instead. She is a two-time RITA Award winner and a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Visit her online at roniloren.com.

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A sleepy voice came through the door. “Come in.”
Kincaid opened the door and found Ash shifting to sit up in bed, shirtless, tattooed, and with full-on bedhead. Every womanly cell in her body gave a cheer of appreciation, and she had the sudden annoying urge to tilt her head and twirl her hair like a smitten schoolgirl. Luckily, she stopped herself from that embarrassment. She wasn’t there to ogle.
“Everything all right?” Ash asked, swiping a hand across his face and trying to wake up.
Kincaid lifted the phone. “Your ex has been burning up your phone. I got aggravated and answered. Sorry. She’s still calling herself your fiancĂ©e, and I believe she wants to yell at you about something.”
Ash groaned. “Hell no. I’m not starting my day off with that. Tell her I’ll call her later or just hang up.”
“I could. Or,” Kincaid said conspiratorially, “we could have a little fun and piss her off in the process. You game?”
His eyebrows lifted, mischief in the tilt of his lips. “I could possibly be game.”
Kincaid grinned and unmuted the phone so they could be heard. “Hey there, sleepyhead,” she said in a flirty voice to Ash. “Rise and shine.”
Ash cocked his head in confusion, but when he saw the look on her face, he caught on fast. “Morning, gorgeous.”
Kincaid put a knee on the bed, knowing the guest bed squeaked and that Melanie would be able to hear and draw her own conclusions. “I know you wanted to sleep in after last night, but that Melanie woman has some sort of emergency and just couldn’t wait.”
Ash smirked, a deliciously evil look on his face. “Baby, you know you shouldn’t be answering my phone this early. We have better things to do right now.” Ash grabbed Kincaid’s wrist and tugged her forward, making her tumble onto the bed and inadvertently laugh. She landed next to him, and he lifted her arm to his mouth, kissing the tender skin of her wrist with an audible sound. On the phone, that kiss could be imagined anywhere.
Kincaid’s skin heated despite the fact that this was a farce. “You probably should take it or she’ll keep calling. I don’t want to be interrupted in the middle of anything, you know?”
Ash chuckled softly, this deep, private laugh, a lover’s laugh. It sent hot shivers through Kincaid, waking up sensations that had been dormant as of late. “Of course not. Wouldn’t want that. Give me just a minute.” He took the phone, the smile dropping from his face. “Melanie.”
Kincaid could hear the rapid-fire voice through the line and remained next to Ash on the bed. Melanie was saying something about him leaving the apartment messy when he moved out. About the landlord keeping the deposit.
Ash grunted, his tone and entire demeanor bored. “I wasn’t paying for a cleaning service to clean up after you. Just because you moved out first doesn’t mean it was my mess. You made this mess.”
More yelling on her end, the volume notching up.
“Melanie,” Ash said patiently, “clearly you feel passionately about this. I can’t say I give a shit, so that puts us at an impasse. How about you send me back your ring, and I’ll consider sending you half the deposit? Otherwise, I’ve got better things to do right now.”
Melanie’s next words were clear as a bell. “Right. You probably can’t even afford the deposit. Are you back to the living-on-ramen plan, Ash? Don’t have your woman’s money to use up now? Or did you just find a new one to pay the rent?”
Ash’s teeth clenched, his skin flushing red from the neck up—the words a match to a fuse. Kincaid saw what was happening, the fire racing up through him. She’d been there. That moment when an ex or a bully gets the best of you, and you stoop to their level. You lose your shit and end up looking like the dumb one or the hysterical one or the one who still cares too much. No way was she letting Melanie win this round. Without thinking, she scrambled to sit up and then swung her leg over Ash’s middle, straddling him.
Ash’s lips, which had been parted to yell, froze in almost comic silence. His shocked gaze jumped up to Kincaid’s, her ambush plan working to stop him in his tracks. She took the phone from him and put it to her ear. “Hey, sugar, time’s up. And I can promise you, neither of us are here for each other’s money. Don’t call again. Bye now.”
Melanie gasped. “Kincaid.
Kincaid bit her lip, not sure if it was good for Melanie to know her identity and to think she and Ash were together, but that cat was already bolting away from the bag, too far to catch.
“Ugh,” Melanie said into the phone. “I should’ve known. He always had a taste for the cheap stuff.”
Kincaid smiled, almost entertained. Oh, sweet, misguided Melanie. If Melanie were here, she’d pat her on the hand and shake her head at the lame attempt. The woman was going to have to do better than that to get under her skin. “Oh, bless your heart. It’s so cute when women try to throw other women under the bus just because a guy’s involved—or in your case, two guys. Really moves that feminist needle forward, don’t you think? You should burn a bra.”
“Enjoy your new relationship, sugar,” Kincaid said, cutting her off. “I hope you two are made for each other in every way.”
Melanie was silent, and Kincaid took the opportunity to hang up.
She tossed the phone to the side and braced her hands on either side of Ash on the bed. “Well, if you needed a sign that things aren’t going so well with her new guy, that was a clear one. If she were happy, she wouldn’t give a damn about a couple hundred dollars of a deposit, especially when she has money. And she certainly wouldn’t care if you were sleeping with me—”
“And I know I probably shouldn’t have answered. But she wouldn’t let up, and I just couldn’t help it and—”
Kincaid—” Ash said more urgently.
“You need to—” He grabbed her by the waist, shifting to hoist her off him, but before he could, she sucked in a breath as she became all too aware of the distinct firmness beneath her.
“Oh shit,” she said, rolling herself off him as if he’d caught fire.
Ash made a pained sound and fell back against the pillow. “Yeah, that.”
“I…uh.” Her cheeks burned as she sat up.
Ash pulled the covers higher and shifted onto his side so the blanket wouldn’t reveal his current condition. He gave her a droll look as he propped his head on his hand. “I really appreciate the effort to irritate my ex, I do. But maybe don’t straddle a guy first thing in the morning. Little hard to control things.”
Kincaid couldn’t stop a snort from escaping. “Did you just say a little hard?”
Ash gave her a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look and then hit her with a pillow.
She laughed as she defended herself from the blow and then couldn’t stop, the laughter bubbling up from deep in her belly. “A little hard,” she said between laughs. “Maybe more than a little. I mean, give yourself some credit.”

Excerpted from The One for You by Roni Loren. © 2019 by Roni Loren. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.