Monday, September 23, 2019


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Nadia Gilkes

Fiction / Humor
Date Published: August 27, 2019

Hope Allison McKinley died. Or, at least everyone thought she did. When she suddenly wakes up in the middle of her own funeral - to the shock of all her loved ones - that is just the beginning of her problems.

Reawakened, Hope now sees what everyone really thought of her. The casket is cheap, the flowers suck, and she’s wearing an outfit she wouldn’t be caught dead in! It’s her worst nightmare come true and all hell is about to break loose.

In Woke Up Dead, Hope is faced with the enormous task of putting her death behind her and rebuilding her life. Having to overcome being a YouTube sensation and being shunned by her family, she slowly comes to realize that this is going to be a long, difficult, frustrating road.

If you ever wondered what would happen if you Woke Up Dead, let Hope Allison McKinley walk you through the trials and tribulations in a story that will have you dying to read more.

The day I woke up dead was the day my life changed forever. Yeah - you read that right. Lol. I mean, I can laugh about it now. It was no laughing matter then. A few years ago I actually woke up at my own funeral. How is that even possible, you ask? Trust me, I’ve asked that same question myself. I’ve never received the full story. Some details I’ve been able to piece together. Some details I gave up ever learning. Here’s what I’ve gathered.

I was sick. I’d been under the weather for a couple weeks but pressed on like I always did. I’m single. Chronically single. With no one to share the load, downtime is a luxury I simply cannot afford. On most days I go about my daily grind giving myself the usual pep talk: “I HAVE to work. I have bills to pay. Rest is overrated. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

At least, that USED to be my mantra. Not so much anymore. Anyhow, I had symptoms of the common cold. It could have even been bronchitis, but I never felt bad enough to go to a doctor. I know my body and this didn’t feel serious. I doubled up on my holistic meds and vitamins and kept going. Until one day, I couldn’t. I remember waking up and my body just ached. I tried to make it to the kitchen to get some water, and I guess my body just gave out. I collapsed right there on the kitchen floor.

I don’t know for sure how long I was out but the consensus seems to be about two days. I don’t talk to anyone regularly so that determination was based on my Facebook postings. I post religiously, daily. There was a 53 hour lapse between my last post and the time the landlord unlocked my door for the police wellness check. Somewhere in there I slipped into a coma. By the time paramedics arrived my heart rate and breathing were nearly nonexistent, so naturally they thought I was dead. The medical examiner was called in to do his rituals, then I was shipped off ... to the morgue! I still can’t figure out how several departments and numerous people missed the fact that I was sick, but not DEAD! Apparently there’s a lot more incompetence in this world than I realized.

Whatever took place at the morgue has never been revealed to me. Every inquiry I made was met with the brick wall of HIPAA laws, privacy policies, and office procedures. I can’t tell you how many times in the past year I’ve screamed, “It’s MY privacy you’re supposed to protect and I’M giving you permission to tell ME what happened to ME when I was laid up in your morgue!” Needless to say, I’m still fighting that fight. I guess somewhere along the way, they froze me. Or maybe just kept me slightly chilled. Aside from what’s shown on tv dramas, I really have no idea what goes on in those mysterious places. I just thank God no one asked for an autopsy. That probably would have done me in for real.

Once I arrived at the funeral home I was put in the care of an inept embalmer. Somewhere between his penchant for cocaine and loose lady visitors, he failed to embalm me for the service which was quickly scheduled to take place mere days after I arrived. Thank God for another big miracle! Who knew sex on the job could be a life saver? Ultimately, his actions would cost him his career … and his marriage, but the distraction of his side chick saved my life.

After his part of the process was “complete,” I rolled down the rest of the assembly line. Hair, makeup, outfit, arrangements, then it was on to my big day. That’s what I’ve been able to piece together from various accounts. Now let me take you back to how it all started, from my perspective.

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I hate the idea of being kept in a box. I have always had a creative flair and delight in quilting, writing, and occasionally dusting off my flute. Over the past decade, I've served my clients and community as a family law attorney. I genuinely love serving, but being devoted to others can often leave one feeling drained and unfulfilled.

In 2019, a mind shift happened. I decided to unchain myself from my desk and nurture my need to create. I stopped living the life others expected of me and started chasing my dreams. In September of 2019, my first book, Woke Up Dead, will be available for purchase. It is an amusing, tongue-in-cheek novella about a young woman who wakes up at her own funeral, to the shock of those in attendance, and soon finds that getting back to life as normal is nearly impossible.

In my spare time, you can find me traveling, creating, attending concerts, and drinking my sorrows away after the latest Buffalo Bills loss. I also attend as many P!nk experiences as I possibly can. (She does not do concerts ... she creates bucket list experiences ...).

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Friday, September 20, 2019


by Bea Tifton

Do you belong to a book club? I actually belong to two of them, both very different. My first ever book club was more about drinking wine than discussing the books.  It fell apart as people got married, had small children, and basically moved on. 

Do you belong to a book club?

Now, I belong to one that has been together for twenty years. Each month a different hostess chooses a book and a restaurant. The first time I attended, I had read the book and even prepared some discussion questions. 

We met and chatted for a bit when I asked, “Aren’t we going to discuss the book?” which was met with laughter all the way around. 

One charter member turned to the other and said, “She read the book. How cute. Newbies.” 

We do discuss the books most months, for about fifteen minutes.  It’s a delightful group of women with interesting stories so I can’t complain.  They’ve known each other so long that there’s always a lot to talk about.

My other current book club is a little more intense. Those ladies meet in the back room of a local restaurant each month and everyone has read the book. We discuss it at length. The discussions are thought provoking and I’ve read some books I never would have read otherwise. When the much loved leader recently retired and moved away, yours truly volunteered to continue the tradition. Whew! No pressure there.  I like the women a great deal, have been friends with most of them for years, and think that it’s fun to eat at this restaurant in my favorite part of town each month. I think about things in a different way after book club.

I often think about things in a
different way after book club.

If you don’t belong to one, or have access to one, start one yourself. I have some guidelines in mind.

1.      How will the books be selected? Decide whether the leader is going to choose the books or the members are going to take turns.  Some book clubs even have nominations and vote on which ones will be included. For the one I’m leading, I chose, “Strong Women through the Decades.” We have books set chronologically from the 1700s to modern times.

2.      Where will you meet? Are you going to meet in people’s homes, in the same place each month, or in varied places? It’s nice not to meet in people’s homes so there’s not as much pressure to entertain, but some people love the intimacy. Choosing different restaurants adds variety, but being a regular is fun, too, and the restaurant will usually be accommodating if they know you will be returning each month.

3.      What norms do you have? Are mature themes okay? Is it acceptable to use salty language during the discussion? Are kids okay? What age groups will you include? Will you have men and women? Will you stay away from politics and religion? (Always a good idea unless you absolutely know you all think in the same vein.)

4.     Who will attend? Is the leader the one who personally extends each invitation or can members bring friends?

Going to book club, whether we discuss the book or not, is a vital part of my socializing each month. Those women are my support system. We’ve seen each other through life’s highs and lows. We respect each other. We can be vulnerable. It’s okay to be smart in a book club. You don’t have to compete in a book club. We don’t have to agree on everything or like the same exact things because we have the book in common. Maybe that’s part of the mass appeal. I plan to continue to be a member in both of mine for years to come. Heck, I’m even going to read the assigned books.

I'm even going to read
the assigned books.

Bea Tifton is currently working on her first book, a cozy mystery with silliness, shenanigans, and maybe even a book club. She lives in Texas with several spoiled pets and is eagerly reading her next book club selection.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019


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Angela Smith

Romantic Suspense / Contemporary Romance
Date Published: September 17, 2019

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She’s in love with her sister’s killer...
Lauren has loved Luke since first grade. They planned to marry—until he murdered her sister. The moment he was sentenced to prison, Lauren fled with her secret baby and made a new life. Now she’ll do anything to keep their daughter safe. But her hard won peace shatters when Luke is exonerated, and it sets her on a path of mixed emotions to discover the truth. Letting a killer into their tightly knit family is out of the question. Or is it?

She almost destroys her life by threatening his…
Prison stole his future with Lauren and twelve years of Luke’s life, so the last thing he needs from her is a knife in the back or a gun in his face. Lauren believes he killed her sister, and he has no plans to pick up where they left off. Luke can’t afford to trust her, but he wants nothing more than to convince her he’s worth fighting for.

Their daughter is in danger…
Luke is heartbroken when he learns they had a child together. Now his daughter is in danger. Lauren trusted the wrong person for far too long, but he hopes she’ll now trust him. Luke will risk everything to keep them safe. And Lauren will risk everything if she lets him into her heart.

When Lauren strode through the door and saw Luke, she halted. A panic switch flicked on in her chest, heart pounding in fight-or-flight mode.
Stay. Don’t run. She forced her erratic breathing to slow.
Laramie stood beside her. Laramie. Why hadn’t she picked up the car later, when Laramie wasn’t around? Oh yeah, because she never expected to confront Luke at the same body shop he recommended.
Jim Edwards approached. She didn’t know him well, but enough to know he was a good man and ran a good shop. He and his wife owned and managed it together. Despite Luke’s recommendation, Jim’s reputation made it her first choice. Knowing Luke worked here would have changed everything.
Jim was tall but squatty, with a permanent curve to his back, a twinkle in his eyes, and salt and pepper hair. Grease covered his clothes. He rubbed his hands in a towel but didn’t offer a shake.
“Ms. Cooper, good to see you again. Your vehicle is ready. You wanna look it over first?”
The shop was full of grease and tools and contraptions expected to be in such a workplace. A sign to her right pointed to the office. That’s the direction she should have gone. If only she had known to avoid Luke.
“Um.” She wet her lips, swallowed, and ignored Luke’s gaze from the other side of the garage. “Who handled the repairs?”
“Oh, that’d be Luke Fuller. Great technician. He’s standing right over there if you’d like to talk to him.”
Jim pointed, but she knew exactly who Luke Fuller was.
What kind of joke was this? A joke with destiny? How had Luke been the one to repair her vehicle? It was practically his fault she had wrecked. Not directly his fault, but indirectly. She had been running from him and from all the emotions he’d wrought in her.
He should have told her he worked here.
“Luke,” Jim called, waving him over. She hadn’t answered, so he must have thought that meant she wanted to talk with the technician.
She didn’t. She wanted to get into her car and run away. She’d have to force herself to go slow and easy so she didn’t wreck. Luke’s long strides ate up the distance between them.
“That’s okay, we’re good to go,” she told Jim, but he kept waving Luke over.
She had wanted to talk to him. Tell him how sorry she was about everything that happened. But now wasn’t the time. Her whole body shook, weakness assailing her when her daughter gasped beside her.
“Laramie, get in the car,” she whispered.
Laramie was busy studying the man coming toward them, blatantly curious. She undoubtedly recognized Luke from her online search.
He stopped in front of them. Lauren tried to turn Laramie away, but Jim spoke.
“Can you go over the Escape with Ms. Cooper? I’ve got to run. Great to meet you and do business with you, ma’am. You can settle up your deductible in the office there. Claire will take care of you. Or Luke can take care of it, too.” He nodded toward the door and offered his hand. “Have a great day, little lady,” he said to Laramie. The man walked away, and she stared at his disappearing back, her mouth opening but no words formed.
I don’t want to talk to Luke, she wanted to say.
She avoided his gaze and eyed Jim’s retreating back as if he was her lifeline. But when she turned back to Luke, his brows creased and his head swiveled between Laramie and her.
She planted her hand on Laramie’s shoulder. “Get in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.” Her voice was shaky, empty, and way too tactless not to sound suspicious. She couldn’t have him studying Laramie too long. She didn’t need him to figure things out. And she damn sure didn’t want Laramie questioning anything.
“As you can see, ma’am, we replaced the passenger door and fixed the front fender. The bumper was a bit skewed, and—”
She whirled on him, her eyes flashing fire. “And what else did you do?” Her whisper was a silent but scorching scream, only meant for his ears. But not silent enough Laramie wouldn’t hear the irritation. Her daughter continued to stand beside her, but she was too shocked to do anything about it.
He gave a slight headshake as if confused by her outburst. “Excuse me?”
“I’m supposed to get into this vehicle now? After you’ve touched it?”
He took a step back, his mouth opening.
“I replaced your fender and repaired your passenger door. Your bumper needed a bit of adjustment, too.”
Angry fire clogged her throat, her voice an eerie grumbling twang. Laramie stood silent beside her, watching her, observing her reaction. Lauren bit back on her fear.
This was Luke’s daughter. Luke’s daughter, and he didn’t know it, didn’t need to know it. She never would have brought her if she’d known he was working here. But now her best interest was to know everything she could about him, including his daily routine and where he worked, so she never had to run into him again.
Best to stay composed and avoid attention. She didn’t need her daughter wondering, or Luke studying her daughter too much.
She needed to get out of here.
His gaze flipped to hers, then to Laramie’s. She shielded her by shifting ever so slightly in front of her, but the question in his eyes revealed his curiosity.
“Mom?” Her daughter’s voice held that tween-angst-trust-no-one-and-question-everything tone.
“Get in the car,” she told Laramie, biting back her name. She refused to speak her name in front of Luke, as if that made everything real.
“You have a daughter?” Luke’s voice rose in a choppy wave of aggression.
No one besides them was in the shop. What would Jim’s reaction be if he knew he’d left her alone with the man who had sired her child and gone to prison for murdering her sister?
Her belly tightened. The car stereo fired up, jolting her back to reality. Laramie had climbed into the car, doing as asked, and a boomy bassy song blared from the speakers. The rumble resonated in her heartbeat.
“How old is she?” Luke asked. Why was she still here, her feet planted into the concrete floor as if stuck? His eyes flashed, lips curled. Her entire body shook. Curled into knots.
She squared her shoulders. “Thank you for the repair,” she said, then turned on her heel toward the car.

Interview with Angela Smith 

Do You See Writing as a Career?
Yes, absolutely. Although I do work full time, writing is and always has been my dream career.

What was the Hardest Part of Your Writing Process?
Getting started.

Did you have any One Person Who Helped You Out with Your Writing Outside of Your Family?
I don’t have anyone specifically, but I’ve met many people along the way who have helped me.

What is next for your writing?
I plan to write the next in this standalone series and also have a time travel novel I’m currently writing, which is totally different for me.

Do you have an addiction to reading as well as writing? If so, what are you currently reading?
Ooh yes. I love to read! I just finished reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s “City of Girls.” Phenomenal.

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After 12 years in prison, he’s exonerated for killing her sister. But she has a secret that might break him.

This or That?

#1 - iPd or Mp3?

#2 – Chocolate or Vanilla?

#3 – Mashed Potatoes or French Fries?
Depends on the day and what I’m eating, but I love creamy mashed potatoes!

#4 – Comedy or Drama?
Depends on my mood. I love both.

#5 – Danielle Steel or Nicholas Sparks?
Tough to choose! I do love Danielle Steel stories, but Nicholas Sparks’ books make the best movies!

#6 – Fantasy or Reality?
A mix of both. They complement each other.

#7 – Call or Text?

#8 – Public School or Home School?
I went to public, and before, I would preferred public, but in this day and age I’d likely choose homeschool

#9 – Coffee or Hot Chocolate

#10 – eBook or Paperback?

Can’t choose. I do love a good paperback, but eBooks are so convenient.

About the Author

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Angela Smith is a Texas native who, years ago, was dubbed most likely to write a novel during her senior year in high school. She always had her nose stuck in a book, even hiding them behind her textbooks during school study time. Her dream began at a young age when her sister started reciting 'Brer Rabbit' after their mom read it to them so often. She told her mom she'd write a story one day and never gave up on that dream even though her mom was never able to see it come to fruition. By day, she works as a certified paralegal and office manager at her local District Attorney's office and spends her free time with her husband, their pets, and their many hobbies. Although life in general keeps her very busy, her passion for writing and getting the stories out of her head tends to make her restless if she isn't following what some people call her destiny.

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Monday, September 16, 2019


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Killer Secrets
Deadly Encounters Book 1
Zia Westfield

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Thriller 

With bills to pay, an orphaned niece to raise and her job on the line,
Gemma Fitzgibbons needs a front-page story in order to keep her job.
A serial killer and a corrupt detective, whose father was accused of
corruption, offer headline possibilities, but when she confronts Jack
Donahue, the detective is nothing like she expected.

Jack considers reporters to be bottom-feeders, and deep into the
investigation of a series of murders in which the victim is posed
with a wedding veil, he doesn’t have the time or inclination to
delve into the scandal that ruined his father’s career. But Gemma
won’t take no for an answer. Neither will she stop investigating
the Wedding Veil Killer. When she attracts the attention of the
killer, Jack is assigned to keep her safe. But Gemma isn’t about to
hide away. She intends to use the leads she’s developed to help him
track down the person responsible for the gruesome murders.

Torn between his dislike of reporters and his admiration for the smart,
sexy, reporter he’s drawn deeper into the scandal in his father’s
past–a scandal that someone will kill to keep hidden.

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threatened, Jack is determined to protect her. It’s also time to
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Killer Lies
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Kelsey Tremayne’s life unraveled in the summer of her 16th year when she
and a friend were abducted. She came out of the experience alive, but
without memories of her abduction and her friend was never found.
Rumors that she’d killed her friend in jealousy, and that she was
mentally unstable, started and eventually her parents moved her away
from Carville. Now, she’s back in Carville to settle her aunt’s
estate. However, someone is watching her, playing with her mind.
Could it even escalate to murder? 

One man is willing to stand by her, protect her, and breach the barriers
that have guarded her heart for so long.

Sam Carmichael stays focused on the job and keeps his personal
interactions limited. The emotional instability of his wife and her
subsequent suicide have made him leery of getting deeply involved
with anyone. Even so, someone is targeting Kelsey Tremayne and the
roots go back twelve years to an abduction that was never solved. As
Sam is drawn deeper into the case, he can’t help admiring Kelsey’s
strength and compassion and he vows to do everything he can to find
the truth and bring her kidnapper to justice.

Can two people hurt by their pasts survive a criminal’s web to find a
future together?

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Killer Deceptions
Deadly Encounters Book 3

Angie Rossi is a first grade teacher with a large Italian family that is
about to celebrate her grandparents’ fiftieth anniversary at a
resort in the snowy Catskill Mountains of New York. She’s wrangled
her neighbor into playing her date for the weekend. Only, when she
opens the door she finds Joe Vanetti, a nemesis from her childhood,
ready to be her escort.

Joe Vanetti is a cop intent on tracking down a jewel thief from his past.
He’s gotten word that his suspect will be at the hotel where
Angie’s grandparents are holding their celebration and where a
famous violinist with an equally famous emerald necklace is set to
perform. Joe persuades Angie to let him be her date. This Christmas
will be one neither will forget, assuming they live to see the day.

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Zia Westfield, Author

Zia Westfield creates suspenseful, exciting stories with romance at the
heart of them. There is nothing more thrilling than watching two
people fall in love despite the odds and the danger surrounding their
every move.

She makes her home in Tokyo with her husband and three sons. She holds a
full-time job, volunteers too much because she doesn't know how to
say "no," and generally finds peace.

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Thursday, September 12, 2019


Here’s another book birthday! Please help me celebrate A BRIDE FOR DALTON, Proxy Brides book 25. I’m pleased to add another release to this popular multi-author series. Christine Sterling conceived the series and I believe there are about fifteen or so authors involved. Virginia McKevitt has created the covers. I love the image on this cover. Aren’t her eyes blue?

I laughed at some of the scenes in this book and hope readers will also. There are also tense scenes but I don’t want to give the plot away entirely. You already know the story ends with a happily-ever-after. 

About The Book
Rebecca wants a husband but not the man her stepbrother/guardian insists she wed. To escape his serious threats she turns to a family friend for help. Reverend McClain suggests she enter a proxy marriage to his only living relative, a nephew who ranches in Montana. Out of options, she agrees. Until she arrives in Sweet Springs, she has no idea the telegram with instructions to her supposed groom has not been delivered. Where does that leave her?

Dalton is working with dangerous men to accomplish his goal. Even though he’s been lonely, the last thing he needs at this time is a wife in the way. He’s a gentleman and sees no other solution than to complete the vows. How is he going to keep Rebecca out of harm’s way while he completes this job?

Rebecca and Dalton embark on married life in unusual circumstances. Can love blossom in tumultuous times?

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Pre-Order Problems

By the way, some who preordered the book won’t receive it without re-ordering. Amazon inadvertently listed the book twice and some preorders went to one listing and some to the other. When one of the listings was deleted, so were the preorders for that one.


Back at the barn, he told her, “Wait where you are until I can help you.”
She bristled a bit. “I can get down by myself, Dalton.”
“I know you can but can you stand up when you do?” He helped her dismount.
She wobbled and held on to him. “Oh, my, I see what you mean. My legs don’t want to support me.”
“Stand there a few seconds until your legs cooperate. In the meantime, I’ll take advantage of the situation.” He kissed her several times and she responded with equal measure. His enthusiasm increased and he wondered if she’d agree to cavorting on the hay.
Bert’s voice cut in, “Can’t leave you two alone, can I? Leave your horses to me and go on up to the house if you’ve a mind for that kind of thing.”
Dalton grabbed her hand and, laughing together, they ran toward the house.

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Monday, September 09, 2019


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The Alpha Nanny
Remy Marie

Genre: Contemporary Romance 

She needs money. He masks his pain. Life gives them a second chance, but
reality may tear them apart.

Deena Zheng is in over her head. With her father’s mounting medical
bills, a townhome in disrepair, and more stress than one person
should bear, she does all that she can do to stay afloat. Out of
options and desperate to pull her family out of the red, she must get
out of her comfort zone and accept a nanny position with her firm’s
notoriously impossible client or risk her family’s livelihood.

Jesse Grant struggles to get past his grief after losing the love of his
life. Ever since her death, the billionaire hedge fund manager has
used alcohol to mask his pain and, in the process, lost a part of
himself. With a young son to raise and a business to run, he must
pull himself together before he jeopardizes everything he’s worked
so hard to build.

When they meet, the physical attraction is undeniable, but their personal
demons and new professional relationship will make any hopes of
pursuing a relationship too complicated for either to handle.Will
they ignore their growing feelings for each other and keep their
relationship strictly professional or will outside forces force them
to reveal the truth?

“Deena, it’s good to see you, and with a handsome man too. Are you on a date? He looks like a keeper,” Mo Chou asked me in Mandarin.

This is the second time someone suggested Jesse and I be intimate with each other. He’s my boss and that’s it. However…

I glance back at Jesse and he still had a mile-long grin staring at me. It was weird watching him smile. In the short span that I’d known him, not once did he smile. Now, he hadn’t stopped smiling since he came to the house. There’s a certain glow when he smiles. It looks a lot like Lamar’s tiny grin.

“Mrs. Lee, he’s my boss. There’s nothing going on between us. We have come to dinner to discuss business. That’s it.” I replied back in Chinese.

“If a man looks the way he does at you, he only has one thing on his mind.”

“Mrs. Lee!”

“It’s the truth!” She stated in her native tongue. She then turned to Jesse and smiled. “Please excuse me. Deena is like a daughter to me and I haven’t seen her in a while. We were just catching up,” Mo Chou stated in English.

“That’s okay. I love your small restaurant. It shows a lot of history.” Jesse added looking around.

“Thank you. You can stop by anytime with or without Deena.”

“Mrs. Lee, stop it. I know what you’re doing.” I snapped in Chinese.

“If you’re not going to claim this hunk of a man then I will.” She quickly retorted in Chinese. “Right this way” she added in English leading us to a table in the back. I fought with every urge not to roll my eyes at her. Jesse looked back at me and grinned as if he knew what we were talking about.

Did he hear what Mrs. Lee said? No that’s impossible. He doesn’t speak Chinese.

However, the thought of him knowing our past conversation filled me with embarrassment.

Why does he have to be so damn good looking too? I wonder if Mrs. Lee would still push me towards him if he was ugly, four-foot-tall and had a peg leg? Who am I kidding? Of course, she would.

Remy Marie is a romance author who loves to write about charming heroes
and brave heroines. While writing never came naturally for Remy, he
continued to strengthen his craft, by constantly reading and writing.
If he is not writing or reading, he is usually watching TV with his
supportive wife, aggressively cheering for his college and
professional sports teams, playing video games, or crunching numbers
at his daytime job.

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Friday, September 06, 2019


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The Duchess in His Bed
Sins For All Seasons Book 4
Lorraine Heath

Genre: Historical Romance 

For a duchess with practical desires, falling in love is 
an inconceivable part of her plan…
 As owner of the Elysium Club which caters to women’s fantasies, Aiden
Trewlove is accustomed to introducing adventurous ladies to sin and
vice. But he is uncharacteristically intrigued by the mysterious
beauty who visits his club one night, yearning to indulge in the
forbidden—with him. Drawn to her indomitable spirit, he breaks his
rule of never becoming personally involved with his clientele and is
determined to fully awaken her desires.
A recent widow, Selena Sheffield, Duchess of Lushing, has never known
passion, not until Aiden’s slow, sensual seduction leads her on a
journey of discovery and incredible pleasure. But her reasons for
visiting the notorious club are not all that they seem.
As Selena’s motives become complicated by love, she finds herself with
a most unexpected choice: forge ahead with a secret plan that could
secure her future—or follow her heart which could prove ruinous.

Lorraine Heath, Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lorraine Heath always
dreamed of being a writer. After graduating from the University of
Texas, she wrote training manuals, press releases for a publicist,
articles, and computer code, but something was always missing. When
she read a romance novel, she became not only hooked on the genre,
but quickly realized what her writing lacked: rebels, scoundrels, and
rogues. She's been writing about them ever since. Her work has been
recognized with numerous industry awards including RWA's RITA(R).

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