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Minx ~ Tour ~ Review

Minx 
Author: Maggie Adams 
Release Date: April 30th, 2019 
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romantic Comedy 
Cover Designer: Backcover KLPS
A romantic comedy about friendships, flirtations, and the elusive “Fantasm!” 
Hi! I’m Miranda Blake and this is my story. Well, sort of. It’s more like a twisted fairytale, if you believe in them. Except there’s no beautiful, young princess with perky breasts, perfectly coiffed hair and a sassy attitude. I’m closing in on fifty, thirty pounds overweight according to Weight Watchers, and, after nursing two kids and that bitch, gravity, doing her job, I’m lucky the ladies don’t hit my knees. The gorgeous brown mane of hair is slightly frizzy from my ridiculous attempts to recapture my youth by dyeing the hell out of it. As for sassy attitude, well, it wasn’t so long ago that I was a doormat. And the charming prince who sweeps me off my feet into the life of my dreams? I have a dog called Prince, German Shepherd, who knocks me on my ass if I’m in the way when the doorbell rings. Does that count? 
“I want a divorce.”
 
I paused and looked up from packing our suitcases for our anniversary trip to Aruba. The ambient light he had insisted upon when we remodeled barely illuminated his form much less his facial expression. I didn’t mind the lighting usually, it smoothed over the slight imperfections on our bodies and made everything look soft and supple. Tonight, I would have given my left boob for one of those interrogation lights you see on detective shows.
 
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Like the doormat I am, I continued to fold his underwear into the case. The frustration coming from his voice was enough to convince me he was telling the truth, but I didn’t want to believe him. So, I continued to fold the damn clothes like an idiot, hoping this was his idea of a twisted joke at my expense. I’d had a lot of those over the years.
 
“You heard me, Miranda.” He raked his right hand through his graying hair. For a moment, I felt a twinge of envy. Men were so damn lucky in growing older. The gray or the glasses made them look sophisticated and worldly. I, however, looked like that myopic frizzy haired witch in those wizard movies. I blinked, returning his frown with a slight smile.
 
“You don’t mean that,” I said, shaking my head. I could feel the panic beginning to rise. What if he did mean it? What would I do? I’d given up my job as a journalist over twenty-five years ago to get married and have children. I’d stayed home, the perfect housewife and mother, because that’s the way he wanted it. Anger began to replace the panic. I’d given up my dreamsto allow him his and this is how he repays me?
 
The clothes were packed so I started toward the bathroom to fill the toiletries. Brushing past him, I was surprised when he grabbed my arm. “You’re not listening! God, you do this every time there’s something you don’t want to hear. Do you know how annoying that is?”
 
Annoying? Avoiding confrontation was annoying?? I almost laughed out loud. If he only knew how many times I had wanted to scream at him, to insist he listen to me for once. Perhaps I should let fly right now and really let the bastard have it. After all, he deserved it with this stupid demand.
 
Who the hell gets divorced after twenty-five years? I mean, that’s like the last year to make a change, isn’t it? After that, you take stock of your life, decide that it may not be all you dreamed of but it’s good enough, and you wait each other out on the death sentence.
 
I opened my mouth to tell him just that when I noticed he had moved away and was shuffling through the suitcase. “What in the hell are you doing?” I growled at him as I began refolding my things. “We are going on our anniversary cruise tomorrow morning. I need to pack. You need to get a grip on whatever this male menopause thing is and be ready to enjoy our trip.”
 
Oh my God! Did I just say that out loud? I peeked up at him. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. I watched the blood rush from his throat to his head. Yep, I’d said it out loud. He grabbed my arms and pushed me into the desk chair. I was suddenly frightened. How odd! I’d never been frightened of him before. Perhaps it was because his face was so close, I could smell the whiskey on his breath, see myself in his eyes. But more than likely it was because he had his fingers around my throat, and he was squeezing.
 
“Pay attention, Miranda. I no longer want you. I no longer desire you. You have become an albatross weighing me down. We are divorcing and that’s final. You go your way and I go mine. I take what is mine and you take what is yours.” He released me and stepped back to the suitcase, calmly taking out my clothes once again.
 
“The kids?” I gasped out, rubbing the sting from the skin of my throat.
 
“The kids are adults. They will be fine.” He closed the suitcase with a snap. “I’m going on the cruise. When I return, I expect you to be out of the house. Everything can be handled through our lawyers.”
 
The cruise. My clothes. His silences. I closed my eyes against the knowledge of my own stupidity. “Who is she?” 
 
I could feel his stare. He was weighing whether to tell me, so it must be someone I knew. “It doesn’t matter.”
 
I opened my eyes. “It does to me.”
 
For the first time, he looked uneasy. He cleared his throat. “It’s Megan Clark. As soon as our divorce is final, she’ll be Megan Blake.”
 
“Our daughter’s tennis coach?!” I shot up from the chair. “You’ve been fucking our daughter’s tennis coach?!” This threw my anger into high gear like nothing else could. He could mess with me all he wanted, but to deliberately hurt our daughter, use her for his selfish desires? 
 
I pushed him out the bedroom door. “You cheating sack of shit! You find my avoidance of issues, annoying, well, let me help you clear the air! I find your constant handling of your balls annoying, your clearing your throat then swallowing phlegm annoying, your constant critique of everyone else annoying, your pompous attitude about my friends annoying,” I took a deep breath, noting with satisfaction that he now clutched the suitcase to his chest in defense, and screamed at the top of my lungs. “But mostly I find your selfish, narcissistic, cloying attempts to be the man you need to be but fall far short of, to be ANNOYING!”
 
“You’re insane!” he whispered, horrified at my display. 
 
He scrambled down the stairs and headed for the garage as I continued to hail insults down upon his head. “You’re a terrible father to do this to your children! You’re homemade wine tastes like raspberry piss water! Your mother’s potato salad sucked!”
 
I saved the best for last. One that would ultimately worm its way into his psyche and take root. One this narcissistic rat bastard couldn’t help but take to heart. The one thing I had to constantly praise him on. 
 
I smiled as he hurried into the car. “You’re a mediocre fuck, Dale. You’re a one trick pony in bed and your balls smell like vegetable soup!” I made sure to imprint the look of horror and disgust on his face as he backed out of our garage to go to his lover.
 
It was only hours later, as I slid onto the sheets of the bed in the guestroom, that I realized throughout the entire confrontation, neither of us had mentioned love. That made me sad for a moment, then a profound relief took hold and I began to cry. I hadn’t realized how tight I had been wound. Fuckin’ twenty-five years and I finally get a do-over. I closed my eyes and dreamed.
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REVIEW:

Minx was a fun read! Hilarious mixed with OMG I’d so do that if it happened to me. Newly separated/divorced Miranda-now Randi-oops, maybe not-is let loose on the world. Newly poked, prodded, redressed, and coiffed by her gaggle of girlfriends to face life and getting rid of the excess weight of the loser hubby, she still would like to curl up in bed and watch TV or read a book. Too bad her friends know better. Forced to find her way in the dating and working world after taking care of the loser and her children after twenty five years is a shock. Getting the job is easier than she hoped, but the men-not so much. Especially when it involves brothers!

Grab Minx, laugh and know there is hope for middle aged women! Especially if you too would be vertically challenged in high heels!

Maggie Adams is an Amazon Best Selling contemporary romance author. Her first book in the Tempered Steel Series, Whistlin’ Dixie, debuted in Amazon’s Top 100 for Women’s Fiction, humor, on November, 2014 and then again at #61 in 2016. Since then, she has consistently made the Amazon best seller 5-star list with Leather and Lace, Something’s Gotta Give, Love, Marriage & Mayhem, and Forged in Fire. Her series has launched the tiny town of Grafton, Illinois, into International recognition with sales in Mexico, Ireland, Scotland, Australia, and the UK.
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Sunday Sales! All .99 for Easter ~ Enjoy!


Hello and welcome to Hopping Good Reads.
A wonderful book sale, uniting readers with new and exciting books.

Many genres are on offer (noted in bold), so there should be something for everyone.
Have a browse through the list below.

All books are on sale for 99p/99c on 31st March 2018.

Please click on the cover image (or the red title text next to it) to go to the Amazon.com buy link. 
If you’re in the UK, please click on where it says (Amazon UK link here).

In alphabetical order by author surname, we have:

Lost and Found, by Julia Blake
(Amazon UK link here)
Contemporary Romance

Abandoned by her husband, Arianna Santorini has raised her daughter alone for six long years. She finally meets Luke, who appears to be her ideal man. But disaster strikes, and it’s all systems go.

Into the Fire, by Alex R Carver
(Amazon UK link here)

Mystery

A dead body, arson, car thefts and stolen electrical goods, how it is all connected? Nathan Stone must figure it out.

* This book is on pre-order; release date 03 April

Love Bites, by TL Clark
(Amazon UK link here)

Paranormal Romance (18+ only)

A rich tale of witchcraft, fae, sorcery, elinefae and dragons; this is a story for all who dare to believe.

Cherry Pie Cure, by M Jane Colette
(Amazon UK link here)

Contemporary Romance

Susan is devastated when she discovers her husband of twenty-two years has been cheating on her.
Pulling herself out of despair, she finds a tribe of internet friends, cherry pie and a delicious new lover.

Consequences, by M Jane Colette
(Amazon UK link here)

Contemporary Romance

Elizabeth inadvertently broke up her law professor’s marriage when they had an affair.
Fifteen years on she’s still coming to terms with the consequences.

 

Bitter Beginnings: Fallen Cross Pack Book One, by Aliya DalRae
(Amazon UK link here)

Urban Fantasy (15+)

Patrick O’Connell is a loving family man. That is until his good-hearted nature leads him into a dark alley. He must find a way to cope with being a blood-thirsty werewolf and cope with a ruthless leader, to get his family back.

Bitter Challenge: Fallen Cross Pack Book Two, by Aliya DalRae
(Amazon UK link here)

Urban Fantasy (15+)

One year on, Patrick O’Connell is embroiled in legal dealings with his Alpha. The pack think he’s their last hope, but his motivation is his family. Either way, he must challenge the Alpha or lose his soul forever.

The Mage’s Stones, by India Emerald
(Amazon UK link here)

Magical Realism

The Mage Stones are melting, people are starving, and an entire way of life is about to disapper. It’s up to Mistress Morgana to mastermind a plan to deal with the threat once and for all.
But who is the real threat? Is it the Mage herself, or is she just a puppet to her Mage Stone?

Christmas Miracle in July, by R M Gauthier
(Amazon UK link here)

Short Story, Holidays, Romance

Charlotte Rose runs a Christmas store in Christmas town with her father. She enjoys her life until a certain man materializes and turns everything upside down. Jack hates the season, and refuses to fall under the Christmas spell.

A Christmas Miracle on Easter, by R M Gauthier
(Amazon UK link here)

Short Story, Holidays, Romance

Jack, Charlotte and the rest of the gang are back for another holiday miracle in Christmas town. And now Jack has to face Easter. There’s a few family surprises too which may tear them apart.

Saving Grace, by Wendy Hewlett
(Amazon UK link here)

Suspense (18+) – book 1 of the Taylor Sinclair duology

Convicted serial killer Ralph Morse escapes prison. The sister of one of his victims, Taylor Sinclair, intercedes to help protect the woman who was responsible for his capture.

Unfinished Business, by Wendy Hewlett
(Amazon UK link here)

Suspense (18+) – book 2 of the Taylor Sinclair duology

Taylor Sinclair has been caught up in a media frenzy, promoting her book. And it’s about to get worse as Sarah Johnson’s trial draws near.

Dying to be Friends, by EM Swift-Hook and Jane Jago
(Amazon UK link here)

Alternative History / Mystery (16+ recommended) 

Two short mysteries, introducing Dai and Julia to the world.
A prequel to Dying to be Roman.

Who Put Her In? by Jane Jago
(Amazon UK link here)

 Supernatural Mystery (16+ recommended) 

When Ben and Joss Beckett are brought in to rescue an ailing gastropub they don’t expect to put their lives on the line.

My Life As I Knew It, by Peri June
(Amazon UK link here)

Romance, Thriller (13+)

17 year old Maggie witnesses a murder, and is plagued by nightmares.
Can her new friend Sam help?

Mystical Glasses, by Jack Kregas
(Amazon UK link here)

Thriller, Mystery, Crime (15+)

Joey was a poker player with a history who found the Mystical Glasses that allowed him to win at cards. Life was good until he was stalked by a psychopathic killer.
Short stories (12+) 

Three short stories, plus a bonus story.
All are unrelated, but contain a monetary quest and redemption theme.
Romantic Suspense

Sebastian White returns home to find his wife and four week old daughter dead. The police declare it’s a murder & suicide.
But Sebastian has different ideas. Eight years later he manages to find someone who may be able to help him track down the killer.
 Psychological Realism

Andie is a sculptor by day and a secret street artist by night.
As grief and guilt consume her, three of her stone sculptures come alive and  attempt to save her.
Poetry (adult)

‘Stained Glass’ is poetry that reflects the light and shade of life, and all the colours in between.
In rare moments the glass is rose-coloured; elsewhere the window is astonishingly clear.
Horror (YA+)

A graveyard. A talisman. A confrontation with evil personified.
When Phil loses the girl he loves, life as he knows it comes to a screeching halt. Little does he realise that there is so much more yet to be lost.
Fiction, Short Stories

A collection of 14 short stories about women in Indian society. Strong characters can bring positive change.
Non-Fiction, Self Help

A collection of personal incidents of my life which turned into inspirational events after a long struggle. This book is for those who feel stuck or defeated and need inspiration at times.

Release Day ~ The Truth About Falling

The Truth About Falling by HM Sholander
Release Date – August 24, 2017

Genre: New Adult, Women’s Fiction

Page Count: 375

Synopsis:

Life is full of decisions.
Take the path on the left and turn into a beautiful princess. Veer right and wind up homeless. Choices, we make them every day.

I was on a path. I was going to become an improved version of Jade Hart, immersing myself in the world of art, but that didn’t happen. Instead, I’m on a new road, failing miserably, wondering how I ended up in this place.

Now I’m the girl no one wants to be around. The one who has a thousand feet of steel forged around her, not daring to let anyone through–until him.

Hudson is different. He doesn’t care about the baggage I drag around. He helps me carry the weight, even when I don’t want him too. I don’t have time for him, but my heart, my heart needs him more than I care to admit.

Author Bio Info:

H.M. Sholander has been an author since 2016. She has an amazing supportive husband and two lazy cats that she loves more than anything. She loves reading, writing, and traveling. She wants to see the world and explore new things.
She encourages everyone to pursue their dreams. Your dreams are the only thing that can make you happy. Take a leap and pursue anything that makes your heart sore.

 

Crushed by Deborah Coonts

 

Crushed, a Novel of Love and Wine
The Heart of Napa Series #1
By- Deborah Coonts
Genre- Contemporary Romance/Women’s Fiction
Publication Date-March 8, 2016

 

In Napa Valley, he who has the best grapes wins.
And in the pursuit of perfection, dreams and hearts can be crushed.
Sophia Stone is a widow on the brink of an empty nest, stuck in an unsatisfying job managing the vineyard for a mediocre Napa vintner.  Faced with an uncertain future she wonders how do you choose between making a living and making a life?  Between protecting your heart and sharing it?  Five years ago, after her husband was killed in an accident, Sophia put her heart and dreams on ice to care for those around her.  Now her home, her dreams, and her family’s legacy grapes are threatened by the greed of the new money moving into the Valley.   Sophia has a choice—give up and let them take what is hers, or risk everything fighting a battle everyone says she can’t win.

 

Nico Treviani has one goal in life: make brilliant wine.  A woman would be an unwanted distraction.  So, while recognized as one of Napa’s premier vintners, Nico finds himself alone… until his brother’s death drops not one, but two women into his life—his thirteen-year-old twin nieces.  In an instant, Nico gains a family and loses his best friend and partner in the winemaking business.  Struggling to care for his nieces, Nico accepts a job as head winemaker for Avery Specter, one of the new-money crowd.  And he learns the hard way that new money doesn’t stick to the old rules.
 
    
 

A Nice scene with Nico:

Nico gripped the steering wheel and muttered a few choice comments to the Lexus driver in front of him going ten MPH under the speed limit.  Napa had two seasons:  winter and tourist.  He wasn’t really griping—visitors bought wine, kept the multitude of eateries full, and pretty much subsidized his lifestyle—he just wished they’d drive faster.

Fifteen minutes later than he’d promised, he turned into the short drive in front of his mother’s one-car garage, but he didn’t get far.  His mother’s ancient Subaru Outback squatted in front of the closed door.  She left it out on purpose.  Festooned with bumper stickers for a variety of causes and the politicians who supported them, the car was a movable billboard for everything Olivia Treviani believed in: literacy, charity, children, the starving, the disenfranchised, stopping the nukes, stopping war with a hug, saving the whales, saving the missions, saving us all from ourselves, but most of all saving the small farms in the Valley.

Nico parked his truck even though half the bed hung out into the street.  This far off the beaten track no one would care—if they noticed at all.  His mother’s house, a tiny cube tucked out of the way on the road to Geyserville, sported a small porch with two rocking chairs, flower boxes in front of the windows, which his mother kept planted with a riot of color no matter the season, and a bright orange front door.  Easy for the paramedics to find, according to his mother.  Everything about the place made Nico smile … except the second rocking chair with the worn cushion and the cigarette stains on the armrests.

Wiping his feet out of habit, he pushed open the door and leaned in.  “Anybody home?”  No one answered, so he followed the light and laughter back to the kitchen.

A rectangular room running the length of the small house, the kitchen was filled with light and wonderful aromas of something sweet baking. Piles of pots and pans grew from the deep commercial sink, spilling onto the countertops to each side in a landslide of stainless steel.  A thick creamy batter dripped from the beaters of his mother’s prized Hobart.  Thin white powder dusted everything, as if a skiff of snow had blown through when he’d opened the door.

Nico’s mother and her two granddaughters kneeling on stools, giggles burbling, clustered around the island.  With studied precision, they peeled cookie dough shapes from the butcher-block top and placed the figures carefully on the cookie sheets.  Once populated, the cookie sheets disappeared into the maw of the oven.  Nico’s mother set the timer, then replaced the sheets in front of the girls with trays of baked and cooled cookies.  Then she pointed as the girls wielded squeeze bottles of frosting in lieu of piping bags, an old trick of his mother’s.  Not too long ago the three heads pressed together over cookies had been his, his brother Paolo’s, and his sister Victoria’s.  Time telescoped as he watched, memories flooding back.

After a moment, he couldn’t stand it any longer.  “Did a flour bomb go off in here, or what?”  

“Uncle!”  Brooklyn, the eldest of his nieces by two minutes, which she loved to lord over her sister, waved at him with a spatula, flinging batter across the kitchen.  Covered in flour, her eyes were dark holes like pieces of coal on a snowman.  He thought her shirt was red, but wasn’t sure.  “We’re making cookies.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” Nico felt a grin lift the corner of his mouth.  Thirteen was such an interesting age—one minute the girls balanced on the precipice of adulthood; the next minute, like now, they seemed to slip back into the giddiness of childhood.

“Gingerbread men, to be exact,” corrected Taryn, the more pragmatic of the two.  She was the only one not wearing a coating of white powder.  Remaining relatively unsullied by the culinary activities, she had only a single slash of flour across one cheek like a half-painted Indian brave.

Both of them had wild red hair like his sister’s and kind eyes like his brother’s.  Their smiles?  Nico didn’t know whose smile they had; he hadn’t seen them in a long time.  Identical in appearance, yet with personalities as different as the earth and the sky, to Nico they were as beautiful as wild horses and as hard to corral, although his mother didn’t seem to be having any trouble—other than the mess.

“Mother?” Nico bit down on his smile as he adopted a scolding tone.

A tall woman, thin despite her truck-driver appetite, with dark eyes and a generous mouth often curled, as now, in a smile, softening her long face, breathed deep, working for control.  Usually impeccably turned-out, she looked like she’d taken the worst of the flour war.  Covered from head to toe, her gray hair even whiter with the stuff, her normally olive skin was now pasty and pale, except for the tracks tears had scored down her cheeks.  Her mouth formed his name, but laughter drowned the words as she dissolved once again, taking her minions down the road with her.

Nico crossed his arms as he braced himself against the doorframe and waited, working not to laugh, but failing.  The three women clung to each other laughing, crying, holding on.

Finally, Brooklyn broke free.  Slipping off her stool and stepping around the counter, she flung herself at him, her arms circling his waist, a white cloud enveloping them both.  “Oh, Uncle.”  She buried her face in his chest.

Stunned, Nico froze.  Uncertain and awkward, first with one hand, then the other, he pulled her into him.  “Hey, Knucklehead.”  When he glanced up, his eyes met his mother’s, full of love, tinged with sadness, buoyed by hope.  For the first time since his brother had died he felt … something.

Taryn watched them as her face sobered.  She remained rooted to the spot like a princess under a spell, a spell Nico had no idea how to break despite his desperate searching.

He smiled at her, as he gently worked Brooklyn’s arms loose.  “Gingerbread men?  With frosting?”

Taryn smiled, and Brooklyn moved away but grabbed his hand, pulling him with her.  “The frosting’s the best part.  Grandmother taught us how to make it, but my arm is killing me.”

Nico smiled at his mother over the girls’ heads.  Making the children hand-beat the frosting was an old trick of hers. “Takes some of the stuffing out of you little cannibals,” she had said so many times he didn’t even need to close his eyes to hear her again, to see his brother, full of mischief, and his sister a willing accomplice.

“Your uncle …” His mother’s voice cracked as if she could read his thoughts.  She cleared her throat before beginning again.  “Your uncle is a bit of a frosting snob.”

“You must try my gingerbread man, then.”  Brooklyn presented him with a one-legged figure, heavily dressed in blue frosting, a big pink smile, and green dots for eyes.  

Her father’s eyes had been green.

Nico’s chest ached as he fought for breath while trying to maintain his smile.  “What happened to his leg?”

“Bailey got it,” Taryn said.

“Bailey?” Nico glanced around, for the first time focusing on the mess in the rest of the kitchen.  Several empty bags of flour, torn and tattered, littered the floor.  Huge trails of white powder arced across the linoleum.  “Where is that mangy cur?” he asked his mother.

“We locked him in the laundry room,” she said, her voice even, her face a mask.

“When we caught him,” Brooklyn added.

“Looks like it was one hell of a battle.”

“Nico.  Your language,” his mother admonished.

“Is what it’s always been, Mother.”

She started to say something, then thought better of it.

“Bailey needs a bath,” Taryn added, her eyes wide.  “If we wash him, do you think he will turn to glue?”

“That would be the best possible outcome.”  Nico undercut his comment with a smile.

“He needs a trainer,” Brooklyn stated what Nico had been saying since his mother bought the puppy right after Paolo’s funeral.

“So does your grandmother.”  The woman could run roughshod over three children but couldn’t raise her voice to a puppy.

This got giggles from the girls, which made Nico’s heart light.  “Okay,” he let go of Brooklyn’s hand, then clapped and rubbed his together.  “Taste-testing time.”

After an hour and more gingerbread men than was good for anybody, Nico rounded up the girls.  “Let’s clean this place up.  We can’t leave your grandmother to tackle it on her own.”

His mother stopped him with a hand on his arm.  “Just this once, let me do it.”

Nico started to argue.

His mother quieted him with a shake of her head.  She lowered her voice so the girls who were chattering at the sink as they washed up couldn’t hear.  “Sometimes it’s best to leave the party while you’re still having fun.”

“But, Mother, it’s a mess.”

She squared her shoulders.  When she did, she could almost meet him eye-to-eye.  “I like having children in the house.  I like the laughter, the fun, the silliness we somehow forget to allow ourselves as we grow older.”

“They are my responsibility now.  I don’t want to impose.”

When his mother shook her head it was with sadness.  “You have been our rock, Nico.”  She reached out and touched his face.  “Share the load, my son.  It’s time you started living.”

Living.  What did the woman think he’d been doing?  “But …”

She stopped him once again with three fingers to his lips and a shake of her head.  “No.  No buts.  I need to care for someone.  Let me.  You have lost a brother.”  She glanced over her shoulder at the girls who still seemed to be occupied with each other and not paying any attention.  “They lost their father.  And I lost a son.  I’m glad your father didn’t have to …”  Her voice cracked and she stopped.

Nico pulled his mother into a hug.

 

 
About the Author-
My mother tells me I was born a very long time ago, but I’m not so sure—my mother can’t be trusted.  These things I do know:  I was raised in Texas on barbeque, Mexican food and beer.  I am the author of WANNA GET LUCKY? (A NY Times Notable Crime Novel and double RITA™ Finalist), its five sequels, LUCKY BREAK, the latest and just out, and four between-the-books novellas.  Currently I’m stretching my writer muscles working on a women’s fiction/contemporary romance series set in Napa—the first novel, CRUSHED, is out March 8th—a dark thriller, a romantic suspense series featuring a female helicopter pilot, as well as the next Lucky adventure—all very different projects. So, if you see me with a glass of Champagne in hand, you’ll understand.  I can usually be found at the bar, but also at http://www.deborahcoonts.com.
Social Media Links-
Twitter: @deborahcoonts
 
 

La Vie en Rose (Life in Pink) by Lydia Michaels

La Vie en Rose

Life in Pink

Emma Sanders has always dreamt of being a bride, wearing fancy gowns, pretty pearls, and—of course—falling madly in love. Then life happened. Finding herself one fiancé short of her happily ever after, she leaves the fairytales behind. Some days are simply too perilous for pink gowns and pearls.

Riley Lockhart is the sort of man who can make a woman lower her gaze with only a smile. That he doesn’t realize his charm makes him all the more enchanting. Determined to save Emma the pain of her breakup, he steps in as a friend, but soon finds himself wanting more.

She was just a girl, but she somehow winds up being the strongest woman he’s ever known. Losing her is not an option and when life can’t be tied neatly in a pretty little bow, he holds tight to all that he loves most in this world—his Emma. His hero.

Sometimes the greatest scars are worn on the inside.

Available:

http://www.amazon.com/Vie-Rose-Life-Pink-ebook/dp/B01B6KXZO0/

 

Lydia Michaels is an award winning author of contemporary romance. She lives in Pennsylvania with her wonderfully supportive husband, beautiful daughter, and many crazy fur babies. If she is not off spending time with her family you can usually find Lydia at her computer working on her next story or hiding somewhere quiet with a great book. She loves taking a romantic plot with steamy chemistry and pressing the bounds of love. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always centered on love.

Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of over 20 romance novels. Her darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy was an Apple iBooks bestseller and she has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Bucks Happening Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award.

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