Spotlight: Heirly Ever After by Magan Vernon

Publication Date: May 10, 2021

Genres: Adult, Entangled: Embrace, New Adult, Romantic Comedy, Royalty

Sometimes, you’ve got to take a fake date to your sister’s royal wedding…

After pumping the breaks on my college degree and being dumped at the last minute, I’m looking forward to skipping off to a whole new country for the week-long event. But I’ll need the perfect distraction to keep both my sister and mother from finding out about my epic disaster life. So when I meet a charming Scottish stunner on the train, whose chivalry and humor have me swooning, a quick coin toss seals the deal on my hot date.

It’s the perfect plan, until he reveals he is Lord Jacob MacWebley, odd duckling and long-lost cousin of the family my sister is about to marry into. Thanks for the full disclosure. Oh, and apparently no one wants him there because he might have a claim to the inheritance. Wedding week is going to suck, but it’s too late for other options—luckily, I’m a pro at dealing with a little family drama.

But between a gentle countryside horse ride that turns into a chase, and the baking class that ends in a food fight we forget to keep up the lies and start blurring the lines instead… against any available surface. Jacob brings me out of my shell and makes me want to break all etiquette rules, but he’s keeping secrets and if I’m not careful, I might end up royally screwed…

Excerpt

I searched around until I saw the wooden sign, flapping in the breeze. I pointed at it. “Look. Over there.”

‘Webley Bed and Breakfast’ was barely visible, scrawled against birchwood, a small light shining on it. Hopefully the old Tudor was still open. The porch light was on, at least, so that was hope for something.

I glanced at Madison, her bleary eyes struggling to stay open. “Are you ready to make a run for it?”

She nodded. “Ready.”

“Wait…” I stopped and quickly shucked off my jacket, holding it out to her. “Here.”

She blinked. “Um, don’t you need that?”

“I’m not going to let you get drenched. It’s not an umbrella or a pair of wellies, but if you hold it over your head it should give you some protection.”

She shook her head fiercely. “Really, Jacob.”

I thrust the jacket closer to her. “Please? I wouldn’t be a proper gentleman if I didn’t.”

“Really? You’re going with the gentleman thing?” She raised her eyebrows, putting her hands on her hips.

“We could keep arguing about this just so you could prove a point, but then we’ll both be soaked?” I wiggled the jacket at her.

“Fine,” she huffed, finally taking the damn thing and holding it over her head. “Happy?”

I didn’t answer, only smiled before stepping beside her. “Alright, on the count of three…One,” I said slowly, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.

“Two, three!” She yelped before shooting out into the watery night, her beat up trainers splashing in a huge puddle.

I darted after her, yelling over the pelting rain. “You cheated!”

“It’s not a race, unless I win, that is.” She laughed, her voice drowned out by the rain.

“Oh, it’s on.” The water had soaked through my trousers, dragging me down like wet cement, but through every little puddle, Madison’s squeals of delight came louder, and so did the heavy beating of my heart.

Being with her was the first time I’d relaxed or laughed in days and even though it was freezing and I was soaked, I would have stayed and played in the rain with her as long as she asked me.

By the time we landed on the front porch, I almost wanted to say screw it and go back into the stormy weather. But one look at her clothes, just as soaked as mine and weighing her down like a pile of rags, I knew it was probably best not to give her a cold before her sister’s wedding.

“Ladies first,” I said, opening the door of the inn.

A grey-haired lady stood behind a small desk, half-asleep as she kept poking at a piece of needlework. She stirred in her seat, adjusting her glasses and giving us a small smile. “Hello, welcome. Just get in from the train? We had a big rush.”

I smiled politely, half my mind focusing on the lady, the other trying to calculate exactly how much this would cost, because there was no way I was going to make Madison pay for her own room. But my own budget was limited.

Maybe the lady would accept my Prada loafers as an exchange? They were the last ones I had been able to keep, and at the price tag my sister paid for the pair from Harvey Nichols, I’d be able to get at least a few hundred pounds on GumTree.

“Yes, we were hoping to get two rooms for tonight.”

Her face fell as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, sir, but we only have one room left.”

My shoulders stilled as I glanced behind me to the floral settee where Madison had sat under the bay window as the rain continued to pound outside. Did she hear what the woman said? If so she didn’t show it, too busy trying to keep my soaked jacket from creating a puddle on the floor. A lost cause.

I leaned on the desk, so the water dripping from my hair landed in large drops on the mahogany counter. “Does it at least have two beds?”

“Sir, I assure you that our rooms are quite comfortable, being that this was the first inn built in Webley. We have updated with modern amenities and a lovely new chaise was just added to our Iris suite that would work for sleeping while your, uh…” She stopped briefly, her smile barely faltering as she glanced at Madison soaking into the couch. “Your travel companion could take the bed.”

I ran my fingers over the intricate carvings on the desk. The thistle intertwined with the rose. How many times had I seen this similar symbol? Scotland and England’s symbol of unity. This is what I was here for, to preserve this family history. The MacWebleys needed this.

I just had absolutely no idea where to start my search, even with the sister of the Webley heir’s bride sitting right behind me.

A good night sleep would make it all clear.

What precious little money I had left in my account probably shouldn’t have been going to a room, but it was either that or march into Webley without a solid plan and soaking wet from the rain.

Not the best first impression.

And hopefully this would all be worth it in the end.

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Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.

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Spotlight: The One I Want by S.L. Scott

Release Date: May 10

Narrators: Sebastian York & Summer Morton

Tropes: Unforgettable Meet-Cute, Opposites Attract, Office Romance, Neighbors-to-Lovers, Friends-to-Lovers, Perfect Spring Read.

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She was everything he never knew he needed.

He was everything she avoided.

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It’s not the first time I’ve been called a stalker.

I can’t blame Andrew Christiansen for thinking I am since we keep crossing paths, especially when I pop up in the most unexpected of places—his office.

We’re opposites in every way. Not the kind that attract.

I’ve been called a ray of sunshine. He’s been called a grumpy workaholic that needs an attitude adjustment. By me.

Somehow, we become friends, the teasing, flirting, and kissing kind. But this thing blooming between us threatens to turn this relationship from friends-to-lovers into a full-blown office romance.

That’s the least of my worries because one or two, little, okay big, secrets I’ve been keeping may turn him from the one I want into the one I can’t have.

Excerpt

I hear a familiar bark and turn back. The woman from the park rushes toward the nearest shop as if I didn’t just bust her for following me. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Are you stalking me?” I might be jumping ahead of myself, but better to settle it now. A lot of weird stuff was happening at the park. Is she to blame?

Despite Rascal’s joy to see me, obstinance stiffens her shoulders, and she scoffs. “You wish.” Her hand flies out. “It just so happens that I’m walking in the same direction. So what?”

“Defensive,” I reply, analyzing her body language. Crossed arms. Straight line across her lips. Half-mast eyelids as she glares at me. 

“I’m not defensive. I’m offended. You just called me a stalker.”

“My bad.”

“You’re bad, all right.” She angles her chin up, and adds, “You can go about your day now.”

I’m tempted to chuckle, but I’m thinking it’s wise to restrain myself. “I will. Good day.”

“Good day, sir,” she says to my back as I walk away. 

I stop again, but this time, I don’t look back. Forcing myself to walk forward, I continue through the upscale neighborhood to the next block. I busy my attention on the architecture until I hear Rascal bark again. 

I knew I shouldn’t have talked to a stranger. She may be hot, but she could also be deranged, using her dog as a ploy to trick her next victim to her lair. What am I even talking about?

When I turn back this time, she sidles quickly up to a coffee shop window, pretending to know the people sitting on the other side. 

By how they turn their backs to her, they don’t reciprocate. “Nice try,” I tease.

Glancing at me, she huffs. “I’m walking in the same direction. It’s no big deal, for God’s sake.” She punctuates the words with an epic eye roll as if I’m putting her out. Huffing, she grabs Rascal, clutching him to her side. 

“His feet have—”

“Shit.” 

“Exactly.”

Anger fills her chest, and she shakes her head, exhaling it loudly with a foot stomp. “Ugh! I’ll go this way.”

As. If. I’m the nuisance.

Me?

Why am I even sticking around to have this conversation? Why am I bothering? Going in different directions—that’s us. She crosses the street, and I turn the corner, both of us heading back to our own lives and hopefully never seeing each other again.

I continue toward the building up ahead alone. I’m good. I’m fine. Alone is how I thrive. I’ll be here a year or two. That’s nothing. I have plenty of work to keep me busy.

Work.

I’m here for work. That’s it. I have a plan in place, and nothing and no one will keep me from achieving my goals.

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New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, lives in the capital of Texas with her family. Besides writing, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a great plot twist, as well as dreams of seeing one of her own books on the big screen one day. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.

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Spotlight: Capturing Fate by Abbie Roads

(Fatal Truth #2)
Publication date: January 28th 2021
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense, Thriller

Can love untangle a web of lies and expose the truth? 

A loner with a mysterious childhood…

FBI agent Dolan Watts is no stranger to pain. From his childhood spent in foster care to his daily grind of hunting down hardened criminals, pain has been the one constant through the years. Confronted by a malicious new enemy who revels in mind games, Dolan begins to doubt his own perceptions.

A woman haunted by a secret…

Psychologist Daughter Dawson sabotages her own safety the moment she accepts Dolan as a client. Still, she feels compelled to help him. Dolan’s past mirrors many of the questions about her own. When she makes the mistake of confiding in him, both their lives are thrust into unimaginable danger. 

Find out why people are up all night reading bestselling author Abbie Roads’ chilling, emotional novels. You might want to read with the lights on and box of tissues.

Excerpt

He placed her hand over his heart. “You feel this too, don’t you?” His words were a breath across her lips.

Under her palm, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat was the best cadence she’d ever felt. A tear escaped, trailing a fiery streak down her cheek.

 “Aww… Daught… You’re killing me.” His fingers were warm on her chin as he lifted her face. Magnetic pulsing energy radiated from his touch, twanging low in her stomach.

She wanted more of his touch. All of it. Hand-holding and kissing and long, lazy lovemaking. The next two years without him were going to be torture, and it was all her fault.

His face was naked with longing, desire, affection. It was beautiful to see this powerful man baring his emotions to her. Emotions that had everything to do with her, with wanting her. It was a heady drug, one she wanted to overdose on. If she never saw him after today, she’d forever remember the way he looked at her right now, like she was his entire world.

He slid his hand into her hair, the movement causing a rash of goose bumps to break out all over her body. “I’m sorry for breaking the rules. I take all the blame.”

 She opened her mouth to ask him what rule he’d broken, just as his lips landed on hers. The world fell out from under her. She grabbed on to him to keep from falling, latching onto his shirt and yanking him closer. His arm clamped around her, holding her even tighter to him, and the raw male strength of his body against hers was a revelation. Heat radiated off him like he was her own personal sun.

And then his tongue was in her mouth—hot and warm and tasting like a wish. The salt of her tears mingled to make this kiss the one that all other kisses would be measured by.

 And then it was over, and he was pulling away. She wanted to beg him to keep kissing her, and maybe the world and the two years separating them would disappear.

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3. By day she's a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. At night she burns up the keyboard. Well... Burn might be too strong a word. She at least sits with her hands poised over the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike. And when it does--the keyboard might get a little warm.
4. She can't stand it when people drive slowly in the passing lane. Just saying. That's major annoying. Right?
5. She loves taking pictures of things she thinks are pretty.
6. She lives in Marion, Ohio with her favorite fellow and two fur babies.
7. Being a published author is a dream come true for her.

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Spotlight: Falling for Another Darcy by Kate O’Keeffe

(Love Manor, #3)
Publication date: May 5th 2021
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Women’s Fiction

Don’t miss this laugh-out-loud, heart-warming final installment in the Love Manor romantic comedy series for fans of Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic series, Sinéad Moriarty, and Bridget Jones’s Diary.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage. Right?

That’s the way the song goes, anyway. For Emma Brady, marrying her Mr. Darcy was a road to happiness that is about to take a sharp turn to trouble. Creating a tiny Mr. Darcy isn’t exactly proving to be easy. Sure, being newly-weds mean they’re more than happy to give it a good shot, but as time ticks along, Emma and Sebastian’s efforts come to nothing.

It’s time to call in the big guns.

For Emma, that means mood swings, hot flashes, ovulation kits, and more needles than a haystack. Add that to an increasingly-disapproving granny, and Sebastian and Emma’s love is being put to the test in a way they never saw coming.

Will they get the family they so desperately want? And will their love survive? Or will Emma’s fairy tale ending with her Mr. Darcy slip between her fingers?

Excerpt

“You looked so sexy in those wellies,” he murmurs, referring to my rubber boots. “Do you think I could get a private viewing of you in those and…let’s say nothing else?”

“Nothing else? Sebastian Huntington-Ross, I am deeply outraged.”

“Are you now?” he asks with a laugh that rumbles through me.

“I didn’t know you’ve got a thing for gardeners.”

“Actually,” he says with another kiss that has my head spinning, “I’ve got a thing for my hot Texan wife.”

“I’m guessing you’ll want me to team a ten-gallon hat with those wellies, huh?”

“Now we’re talking.”

As he reaches under my top and slides his hands up my bare back, sending a jolt of anticipation through me, I hear the creak of the door and look up in surprise to see not only Sebastian’s mom, but his granny with disapproving look on her lined face.

Not that this is anything new. The day that woman gives me a look that’s not disapproving I think I might faint from shock.

I instantly dismount Sebastian and readjust my top in an attempt not to appear as though we were about to engage in, well, marital activity. We might be a newly married couple who do what newly married couples do, but getting caught out by my mother-in-law and judgmental grandmother-in-law still puts a halt to proceedings pretty quick. As you would expect.

“Mother, Granny,” Sebastian says in a surprisingly steady voice as he rises to his feet. I’ve had to get used to that here. Sebastian always stands whenever his mom or grandmother enter a room. It’s super formal and weird to me. Where I’m from, you only got up to go fetch another Coke.

“Don’t let us interrupt, you two,” Jemima trills in an unnaturally high voice. She must be feeling about as comfortable as I am right now. “Come, Geraldine. Let’s, err…go for a stroll in the garden.”

Geraldine scoffs. “Jemima, it’s after nine at night and it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Have you gone completely mad?” She clunks her way across the room with the aid of her cane and sits down carefully on one of the seats facing us. “It’s fortuitous that we found you in such a position.”

I blink at her in disbelief. It is?

Jemima is still hovering by the door, clearly uncomfortable. “What about the library, Geraldine? There’s a book collection I thought you might be interested in. I only came across it a few weeks ago, and I think you’ll find it quite fascinating. It’s about the history of bridges in the British Isles, which is a thoroughly enthralling topic—”

“Oh, Jemima,” she scolds. “I haven’t got the least interest in bridges. Take a seat, will you?”

“But—”

“Now.”

Defeated, Jemima replies, “All right.” She slinks into another one of the armchairs and shoots us an apologetic smile.

“We thought you were both out for the evening,” Sebastian begins.

“We’re back,” Geraldine replies, pointing out the obvious. 

“How are you this evening, ma’am?” I say to Geraldine as she steadily lowers herself into a seat by the fire with the aid of her cane. It has a brass handle in the shape of a wolf, which appropriately casts her as a Bond villain. All that’s missing is the hairless cat. 

“I’ve told you before, Emma. In England ‘ma’am’ is what we call the Queen. Please remember to call me ‘Granny’ now that you’re family. You’re no longer on your Texas ranch here.”

I open my mouth to reply and shut it again. Having grown up in a modest house in inner-city Houston, the only time I’ve been on a Texas ranch was when I was filming Dating Mr. Darcy. “I forgot…Granny. Habit, I guess. You can take the girl out of Texas, as they say.” 

Geraldine purses her lips in obvious distaste. “Quite. Now. I have something I must say to you both.”

Must she?

“It’s gratifying to see you’re still engaging in what is characteristically considered the honeymoon phase of a marriage.”

Sebastian’s eyes find mine briefly before he replies, “Thank you?” Because what do you say to that? Yes, we’re at it whenever we get the chance. Can’t get enough of it, actually. We’re at it like the proverbial rabbits. Our room, the living room, the garden, even your room when you’re out at the opera (okay, we’ve never actually done it in Geraldine’s room, and nor do we plan to, but you get the picture).

She steeples her fingers, fixing us with her glare. “An heir. That’s what we need.”

“An heir?” I swallow. She’s already made it abundantly clear that as Lady Martinston, it’s my duty to provide the family with the next generation. The first time she mentioned it, in fact, we’d literally been married less than three minutes. You’ve got to admire the old girl’s tenacity, I guess.

“Yes,” she snaps, “an heir. How often are you engaging in marital relations?”

“Mummy, I hardly think—” Jemima protests as Sebastian’s eyes widen at me.

“Let them answer, Jemima,” she quips. “It’s been a year and still not even a sign. You’re not getting any younger, you know, Emma. I’m certain your fertility has already begun to wane. When I was your age, I’d finished having my children.”

I offer her a weak smile. That was because it was the 1800s and there was no TV.

“Granny, we haven’t even had that conversation yet,” Sebastian says. “Give us a chance, please.”

“What’s the delay? You’re clearly raring to go if that little display earlier is anything to go by. Make it mean something, my dear boy.”

I suck in air, every part of me cringing. The mood has gone from sexy rubber boot fun to creating an “heir” in two minutes flat. 

Could this get any more awkward?

“Thank you for your concern, Granny, but when Emma and I decide we’re ready to start a family, we will be sure not to tell you until we actually have something to tell you.”

“Does that mean you’re already trying?” Jemima asks, a healthy dollop of hope in her voice. “Because we can leave right now and let you get on with it if you like.” 

Oh, no. Awkward!

Jemima rises to her feet. “Can’t we, Geraldine?”

“I suppose,” Geraldine grumps.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fantasizing that I’m not in the living room with my mother- and grandmother-in-law, my clothes and hair disheveled next to my husband as they discuss our sex life.

“Good-bye, you two,” Sebastian says with a tone of finality in his voice.

Jemima bustles over to the door, clearly keen to get far away from this whole thing as quickly as possible, while Geraldine rises from her seat onto her creaky bones as though she’s an arthritic sloth in no hurry to get anywhere.

It takes forever, stretching the awkwardness out to a breaking point.

Eventually, she reaches the door and turns back to us. “Missionary position. That’s the best for procreation. That’s all your grandfather and I ever did, and we had all the children we wanted.”

Why did she have to put that image into my head. Why?

“Good-bye, Granny,” Sebastian says firmly, and thankfully, she leaves the room, closing the door after her.

Alone once more in the cavernous room, we catch one another’s eyes and instantly dissolve into peals of embarrassed laughter. Catching his breath, Sebastian says, “I’m so sorry about that, Brady. The word awkward doesn’t even begin to describe that exchange.”

“Missionary position?”

Sebastian’s shoulders shake as he laughs. “Granny can be very direct when she wants to be.”

I think of the way in which she announced that I wasn’t good enough for her grandson and that I would be doing everyone a big favor if I just simply disappeared. “Ah, yes. That’s very true.”

He laces his fingers in mine and claims my lips with a kiss. “Brady, I have an idea. How about we grab those wellies of yours and head up to our bedroom away from any prying eyes.”

“And lock the door?” I ask.

His eyes sparkle as his face pulls into his sexy grin. “Lock it, bolt it, and hide the key.”

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Spotlight: Finding Your Someday by M.M. Koenig

Genre: Romantic Suspense 

The past should be behind her, but for Bri McAndrews, it keeps sneaking up in the worst ways. Lies, vicious plots, and manipulation follow Bri everywhere she turns. All she wants is to pick up the pieces and move on with her life, but the mistakes she’s made continue to haunt her, hurt her, pull her under. And with the sting of Trey’s latest betrayal still very fresh, Bri doesn’t know if she can truly trust him with her heart, leaving her at a crossroads she’s not ready to face.

The future should be bright, but for Trey Donovan, that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Trey has more regrets than he can count on one hand. To find atonement, he’s had to own up to the things he’s done, creating a rift with Bri he can’t seem to mend. Trey only wants the life with Bri he sees in his mind, but it keeps evading him, remaining just out of reach—especially when they find themselves standing between two of the most important people in their lives.

You need darkness in order to see the stars shine, but when a storm blows in, leaving a thunder cloud that blocks any semblance of hope, will two hearts become one, or have they become too tarnished to find their someday?

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Trey opened his mouth, no doubt to really interrogate me, but I shot him a look that made it very clear I didn’t want to talk about it. I knew it wouldn’t work much longer, but I intended to stick with it until he forced me to open up about the flashbacks and nightmares. Pursing his lips together, his forehead creased to reflect his frustration. 

“The lakeshore should fulfill that aspect. As far as the actual house itself, I’ll know when I see it,” I clarified, reading over a few more listings.

He took the next exit. “I’m sure you will. Have you thought about what you’d like to do for Valentine’s Day?”

I squinted at a few houses on my right. “I don’t think we’ll be able to do anything together. There’s a masquerade ball downtown my dad wants me to attend.”

Trey turned on Lincoln Street and gripped the wheel until his knuckles were white. “Sounds like a Gossip Girl kind of evening. If I get to have the kind of fun in bed with you afterwards those characters always seem to have, I’d love to escort you.”

My mouth curled into a smug grin. “I knew you watched that show.”

Feigning outrage, Trey muttered, “You used to make me watch it with you all the time. I had to know how it ended. I’m still not thrilled with who they picked for gossip girl.”

“You and me both. Are you sure you really want to go?” 

His face was unreadable as he mumbled, “Yeah, why do you ask?”

I pointed at the steering wheel. “Because you’re going to pull that thing right off if you keep gripping it like that. Trey, you don’t have to go, but I can’t skip it. I don’t mind going alone.”

All the muscles in his neck twitched. “If that’s where you’ll be, then that’s where I want to be. You handled your dad, so he won’t be an issue. Unless you’re doubting that now.”

“That’s not it at all. If you really want to come, I’ll rent a tux for you. All I was saying is you don’t have to attend. I know it’s not your scene.”

“No, it’s not, but it’s part of your world, and I need to try harder at fitting into it. I can’t keep expecting to find my place there if I don’t put in the effort,” Trey explained, his face as sincere as his tone.

My heart surged, and I leaned over to press a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing my lips across his neck and over to his ear. “It’s not as hard as you think. You’ll do just fine. I’ll definitely reward your efforts at the end of the night.”

His eyes darkened, a sultry look filling them. “I’ll bring my A-game. I’m not about to miss out on any prize you’re willing to give me.”

I nipped at his earlobe, and his neck flushed a deep shade of red, proving I’d gotten to him. It was nice to rile him up for once. I couldn’t help but flash a salacious grin. Grasping my wrist, he tugged me back over to him for a deep kiss.

“Careful, darling. I know what you’re trying to do,” Trey growled.

I giggled. “I wish I could tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course you aren’t.

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M. M. Koenig enjoys being active and has a variety of interests that coincide with her passion for life. Always one to try new things, she has acquired a variety of skills. Her sarcastic nature and multitude of experiences tend to find their way into her novels.

When she has free time and isn't writing, she spends as much time as she can with friends and family. To fuel her soul, she is constantly looking for new music, movies, and books to keep the writer's block at bay.

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Cover Reveal: How to Survive a Modern-Day Fairy Tale by Elle Cruz

Published by: Entangled: Amara

Publication date: November 30th 2021

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

This is no ordinary Cinderella story from #OwnVoices debut author Elle Cruz. Claire never believed in fairy tales—that is, until she met Nate—in this fun, flirty rom-com.

Claire Ventura is nothing like the poised and perfect heroines she reads about in her favorite romance novels. She’s a quirky, people-pleasing bookworm with a degree in Women’s Studies and an internet cookie decorator all rolled into a five-foot-two package fueled by chamomile tea.

And most of all, Claire loves her grandmother, Lola. Claire was always her favorite grandchild, and they shared a special bond. So when Lola inches into her nineties and Alzheimer’s starts chipping away at the vital and independent woman she used to be, the whole family dynamic starts shifting in a new direction.

Then Claire meets Nate, the CEO of a mega tech company, and he takes her to Paris. Hailed as the next Mark Zuckerberg, Nate is a fast-rising star in the tech industry, and he’s just fallen head-over-heels for Claire. Together, Claire and Nate must learn to navigate their personal and professional lives and, in the end, Nate proves to Claire that fairytale endings are really just the beginning.

About the Author

Elle is a thirty-something Southern California native. In the daytime, she is a nurse practitioner. She earned her first undergraduate degree in English from the University of California, Irvine. She writes sexy contemporary romance with smart heroines, and sweet but strong love interests. She also writes young adult and middle grade under the name Erika Cruz.
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Elle currently lives in Orange County, California with her husband and two young children.

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