Spotlight: No Gentle Giant by Nicole Snow

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Publication date: June 5th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow returns with a steamy and electrifying standalone romance thriller where one ginormous protector goes all-in to win Miss Unlucky.

You know the drill. Big hands, big feet, humongous—
Yikes. We’re not going there for the thousandth time.
I’ve got small-town problems aplenty and zero time for Paxton “Alaska” Charter.
Crushing on smokeshow men with caveman vibes can’t end well.

Sure, he saved my little coffee shop from total ruin once.
Yes, my ovaries melt watching single dad of the century with his little boy.
Of course, I’d sleep like a baby if I let him work his former SEAL hero magic on my mess.
That’s not why I’m freaking out.

Nobody told me how devastatingly kind Alaska can be.
Or the fact that his stubborn heart’s even more guarded than mine.
If he comes barreling into my life, it’s certain doom.
And it’s all thrown to the wind the day his kiss claims me.

We have to say goodbye. Right now. Before it’s too late.
He can’t keep sheltering my body, stealing my heart, and igniting my soul.
I won’t drag this gentle giant down my abyss of ugly secrets.
But Alaska has other plans—and they scare me.
Because they all involve impossible happily ever afters, no matter the cost.

Full-length small-town standalone romance heaven. The butterflies come in force when one large and in-charge single dad steps in to rescue the girl who abandoned all hope and forgot how to love. 

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Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.

Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty. With over a million books sold, she lives for the joy of making two people fight with every bit of their soul for a Happily Ever After.

Current fan favorites include her Enguard Protectors series, accidental love novels, plus long beloved MC romance thrillers like the Grizzlies and Deadly Pistols.

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Spotlight: It’s Not PMS, It’s You by Rich Amooi

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Publication date: October 31st 2019
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

Synopsis:

Ruth “Ruthless” Harper is on the verge of becoming managing partner at her all-male consulting firm and she won’t let anything stand in her way. That includes men, relationships, and that dreaded F word, FEELINGS—distractions she eliminated long ago.

After the worst day ever (a near-death experience and a public wedgie, for starters), Ruth realizes she doesn’t want to live and die alone. She puts together a business plan to find the perfect man and dives head first into the murky online dating pool. All she wants is a high-powered executive who understands how important her career is. If only it were that easy.

Problem is most men are intimidated by Ruth’s confidence and shocked by her bluntness. The exception being her landscape designer, Nick, whose cool demeanor and unsolicited dating advice are driving her nuts. He’s the antithesis of the business-oriented man Ruth envisions for herself, so why do all signs keep pointing back to him?

A romantic comedy novel for the ages. Order now. Don’t delay. Operators are standing by.

Excerpt

RUTH

I have orchestrated multi-million dollar business deals and have butted heads with Fortune 500 CEOs and some of the biggest corporate lawyers in the country, but my biggest challenge by far was trying to remove a monster wedgie during my spinning class without the gorgeous guy behind me noticing.

Casually turning my head to the right, I checked my periphery, confident I looked like some halfwit who was thinking of changing lanes on a stationary bike.

I couldn’t tell if the man had his eyes focused on me or on the instructor in front of the class, but it didn’t matter at this point. I had real-world issues here and needed to solve the dilemma before my butt sucked all my clothes inside my body and turned me inside out.

With every revolution of my bike’s spinning wheel, the wedgie seemed determined to go deeper, like a burrowing squirrel who hadn’t found a suitable place for habitation.

I got up at five in the morning for this torture?

To make matters worse, the instructor—Manson, Mussolini, or whatever his name was—appeared to be on a mission to send us all into cardiac arrest. And don’t even get me started on the chafing from a bike seat that was obviously manufactured with materials excavated from the surface of Mars.

I needed a distraction for the extraction.

Glancing down at my water bottle in the drink holder, I came up with the perfect plan. I would wait for the instructor to get us up off our seats again for the next sprint, then drop my water bottle on the floor to create a ruckus.

If the man behind me was a gentleman—no wagers, please—he would get off his bike and get the water bottle for me, thus taking any attention away from my derrière long enough for me to perform the embarrassing and delicate wedgie-removing procedure without him seeing.

Ironically, the song changed to “Shake Your Booty” by KC and the Sunshine Band.

“Off your butts!” the instructor barked out like a psychotic sea lion with Tourette’s. “Take it up to level five for a sprint. Thirty seconds. Go! Go! Go!”

Perfect timing.

I slammed my water bottle to the floor behind me for the distraction.

It crashed against the back wall with a loud BOOM. 

Never let it be said I did anything half-assed.

No pun intended.

I checked my periphery again to see if the guy fell for the trap.

Bingo.

He slowed his pedaling and glanced behind him at my bottle on the floor.

After he made a move to get off his bike, I lifted my butt off the seat, leaned forward on the handlebars, shifted all my body weight over to my left hand, and used my right hand to reach behind me and remove the mother of all wedgies.

Oh, no. 

Completing the task was proving to be difficult since it was almost impossible to pedal while standing up on the bike with only one hand gripping the handlebars.

I used one finger, then two, then three, but still couldn’t dig out the wedgie that must have been halfway to China by now. 

Losing confidence with every second that passed, I wobbled back and forth like the Elvis bobblehead doll on the dashboard of my dad’s 1977 Cadillac Coupe deVille.

Things were heading south in a hurry.

There was a sharp pain in my left wrist.

My elbow buckled.

Timber!

The fall to the floor was not graceful.

I banged my shoulder on the handlebars on the way down, slid off the bike sideways, and hooked my foot on top of the pedal. My other leg flew over my head and got wedged in between the bike seat and the drink holder.

Great. 

Now, I had two wedgies.

Before I had a chance to untangle and upright myself, two hands gripped me from under my armpits and lifted me to my feet in one swift motion.

I looked up, dazed, confused, blinking a few times.

It was the guy who had been on the bike behind me. “Are you okay?”

There was genuine concern in his voice, but I was a big girl and could take care of myself.

Flustered, I said the first thing I could think of. “I do that all the time.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Of course.”

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Rich Amooi is a Taleflick Discovery Winner, Readers' Favorite Gold Medal Recipient, Holt Medallion Finalist, and the Amazon Bestselling author of 17 romantic comedies, including It's Not PMS, It's You, Dying to Meet You, There's Something About a Cowboy, and Madam Love, Actually.

A former radio personality and wedding DJ, Rich now writes romantic comedies full-time in San Diego, California, and is happily married to a kiss monster imported from Spain. Rich believes in public displays of affection, silliness, infinite possibilities, donuts, gratitude, laughter, and happily ever after.

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Spotlight: Dandelion Dreams by Penny Harmon

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Genre: Women's Fiction

A dream can change more than once in a lifetime!

Madelyn "Maddie" Jones loves Jimmy Choos, fancy restaurants, and the city life she worked so hard to create. With a promotion on the line, she can't let anything get in her way. Not staying out late. Not partying. Not friends. And definitely not love!

But when a phone call sends her life spinning out of control, she has no choice to put everything on hold and move to Maine.

Dandelion Farm isn't what she expected. With five dogs, a slew of farm animals, and Kyle, her aunt's adopted son with special needs, Maddie has her work cut out for her.

Will Lincoln Davies, Kyle's social worker, drive Maddie away? Or worse-convince her to stay?

Excerpt

Chapter 1

Maddie Jones hung up the phone and dropped to the floor. Nothing could have prepared her for what she just heard. Her Aunt Daisy was dead. The shocking part was not that she was dead—it was the fact that Maddie thought she had been dead for twenty-years. 

Her mother had been the one to break the news to her when she was nine-years-old. She had sat her down on her bed and leaned in closer to say, “I am so sorry, Madelyn, but Aunt Daisy is gone.”

“What do you mean? Gone?” young Maddie asked. 

Her mother looked away to the window. “She died. I’m so sorry you won’t be able to see her again.”

Maddie had cried her heart out that day and vowed to remember her favorite aunt forever. She kept a picture of her aunt on her desk and, whenever she was feeling a little down, she would talk to her. Twenty years later she still did it. Broken heart? Talk to Aunt Daisy. Not sure why you didn’t get a pay raise? Talk it over with Aunt Daisy. 

And whenever someone told her she reminded them of Daisy, she held her head up high. Daisy had been known as the black sheep of the family, although her aunt had once told her, “I’m more of a gray sheep.” Maddie laughed at the memory.

For twenty-years, she thought her aunt was dead. What had her mother been thinking? Her father? He must have known, too. That story had to have been something her mother and her family concocted. A scheme so none of them would be embarrassed by Daisy’s actions again. Unfortunately, both were now gone, and she had no way to find out what really happened to Aunt Daisy twenty years ago. 

Taking a deep breath, Maddie picked herself up off the floor. She had things to do. The attorney she had spoken with said it was imperative she come to Maine immediately to accept or decline her inheritance. Decline? Why would somebody even think about turning down an inheritance?

She would have to take some time off work. The ad agency she worked for was one of the largest in Boston, and she had worked hard to earn her position in the company. She heard she was up for a promotion soon. She did not want to jeopardize her job. After all, Wendy was not exactly easy to work for most of the time and could hold a grudge like nobody else. But what was she supposed to do? 

After getting her suitcase out of the closet, she sat down on the stool at the kitchen counter and picked up her phone. As she dialed her best friend, Kyra, she thought back to the call to her boss. Wendy had told her to take all the time she needed and to check in when she returned to Boston. Of course, she had said it in her most patronizing voice. Maddie could not imagine what she would be like when she returned. 

When Kyra answered the phone, Maddie got right to the point. “My Aunt Daisy died and left me an inheritance. The lawyer said she just died, but I was told she died twenty years ago. I don’t understand what’s going on and now I have to go to Maine and…”

Kyra interrupted. “Slow down. I have no idea what you are talking about. I remember when your aunt died. We were in fourth grade.”

Taking a deep breath, Maddie continued. “I know. I don’t get it. My parents told me my aunt died twenty years ago, but now a lawyer calls me up and tells me she just died.”

After a short pause, Kyra stated, “That doesn’t make any sense at all. Who else in your family can you ask about it?”

“My mother’s brother, who would have been Daisy’s brother, too, died last year of cancer. That’s all there was…the three of them. I doubt anyone on my father’s side would know anything, but I will call my Aunt Evie.”

“When are you going to Maine? What did she leave you?” Kyra asked. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“I wish you could, but I’m leaving in the morning. Wendy isn’t happy about it, but what am I supposed to do? I have to go. I don’t know what she left me, but the lawyer said I have to be there to accept it or decline it.”

“I can’t imagine why they would say you could decline it. I wonder what it is. What if it’s a business? You could be your own boss, Maddie!”

“I doubt it. The last time I saw Aunt Daisy, she had a farm on the coast in the middle of nowhere. Can you imagine me living in the country?” While Maddie had loved visiting as a child, she could not imagine it now. Dirt? Bugs? Animals? Definitely not her thing. And she preferred her Jimmy Choos over Muck boots. 

Kyra’s laughter took over the airwaves and Maddie could not help but grin. They had tried camping. Once. That was enough for either of them. 

“Well, even if she left you the farm, you could sell it and pretty much do what you want with the money. Or maybe she left you money instead? Then you wouldn’t have to worry about the hassle of it all.”

Maddie had thought about all that, too. She would feel bad selling her aunt’s farm if it was what she inherited. But she could not imagine living anywhere but the city—in her apartment with the perfect location. The last twelve years, Boston had been her home and, really, the only place she felt comfortable. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow night and let you know what’s going on. I’ll probably be back tomorrow night anyway.”

After hanging up the phone, Maddie quickly packed her bag with enough items to get her through the weekend in case she did decide to stay for more than one night. She also threw in a bathing suit. Her aunt’s farm was right on the coast and the private beach was only a five-minute walk from the farmhouse. It was always one of her favorite things about visiting the farm. Of course, her aunt always called it a farm, but it was nothing more than a large farmhouse in the middle of a field. She did have a few laying hens, but that was it. Farm? Not quite. But she did wonder if the little town her aunt lived in had been transformed into something larger. 

***

Driving to Cove’s Port Maddie’s stomach churned. It had been twenty years since she had been to Maine. It had always seemed so far away when she was a child. As the Welcome to Maine sign came into view, she glanced at the clock on her dashboard. Less than two hours. It would be another hour to get to Cove’s Port, causing Maddie to wince. All this time her aunt had been three hours away. If only she had known. 

While there was a stoplight in the middle of Main Street in Cove’s Port, nothing else looked like it had changed much. Even the ice cream parlor where she and her aunt used to go still stood on the corner of Main and Elm. Although it could use a paint job, the signs were still boasting the largest ice cream cones on the coast. It was the quintessential small town. 

Before she had left Boston, she looked up the town on the Internet and found twelve-hundred people called Cove’s Port their home year-round. There were several seasonal cottages near the beaches, which were rented out in the summer, but for the most part, the town was not a tourist attraction. Boothbay Harbor, a half-hour to the south, and Camden, an hour north, seemed to attract more tourists. 

She had not thought coming back would cause a lot of emotion, but she was suddenly drowning in memories of happier times. She did not come to her aunt’s house as often as she wanted to, but when she did it was usually during her week-long vacation from school or when school let out in the summer. She and her older sister, Phoenix, would take turns. Sadly, she had never gotten her last summer visit with Aunt Daisy because Phoenix had gone when school got out and, after a call home to ask her parents, was allowed to stay until school was ready to begin.

Oh, she had been mad about that. Her mother and father explained that being sixteen, Phoenix needed a break before she entered her junior year of high school. And it would keep her away from her boyfriend for a few months. That was a bonus for her parents. They said they did not want Phoenix getting too serious with any boy. At nine-years-old, her needs did not matter. Or that was how she felt. 

After being told her Aunt Daisy had died a week after her sister returned home, Maddie did what any nine-year-old would do. She had blamed her sister. For the next two years, she barely spoken to her, but that was her biggest regret and a whole different story. 

When a truck pulled into the parking space beside her, Maddie’s thoughts were interrupted. A glance at the clock on her dash revealed she had about fifteen minutes before she was to meet with the lawyer. Grabbing her purse and keys, she got out of her Toyota Camry and locked the doors. Not really needed around this town, but it was a habit she had learned quickly in the city. 

Walking up the sidewalk, she went past the entrance of the hardware store and then the small coffee shop. In between an antique shop and a used bookstore, she found his office. Turning back around, she walked the short distance to The Grind and opened the door. 

She and her aunt had come in here a few times when she was a kid. Aunt Daisy did not go anywhere without a coffee in hand. Like her aunt, she also traveled with a coffee cup and figured after the almost three-hour ride, it was needed before she saw Mr. Bingham. 

Inside, Maddie looked around and realized nothing looked the same at The Grind as it did twenty years ago. The black-and-white checkered floor had been replaced with what appeared to be laminated flooring and the old rickety booths were replaced with small, patio-sized tables for two. 

At the counter, she ordered a large coffee with extra sugar and cream to go and took a step back. Her aunt’s friend, Carol, had run the place when she was there the last time. Maybe she could get some information from her about her aunt. 

“Excuse me?” she said to the cashier. “Does Carol still own this place?”

The cashier, who looked a few years older than she did, shook her head. “Lord, no. Carol sold this place to me about ten years ago and moved to Florida.”

Figures, she thought. To the cashier, she replied, “Good for her… and you. I used to come here when I was a kid. Did you know Daisy Carr?”

“Oh yes, I knew Daisy. I’m so sad she’s gone. Are you a relative?” she asked.

“I’m her niece. I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself. Maddie Jones.” Maddie set her money on the counter and watched as the cashier smiled. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Maddie. Just sorry it’s under these circumstances. I’m Delia Jackson. I take it you’re here to see Sal?” Delia handed Maddie her change and stepped from behind the counter. 

Throwing the change into the tip jar, Maddie nodded her head. “Yeah, just heading to his office now.”

“Well, if you need anything…a cup of coffee…a shoulder… stop back in,” Delia said. 

“Thanks so much.” That was what she remembered about Cove’s Port. Everyone was friendly even if they did not know you. Boston was nothing like this place. The people who lived in Boston were friendly enough if they knew you, but the truth was everyone was too busy to pay attention to anyone else. At least it was like that where she lived and worked. It really was how she preferred it in her everyday life. 

Grabbing her coffee, Maddie exited the coffee shop and walked back toward the lawyer’s office. She still could not get over how quaint the town seemed. As a kid, she did not pay much attention to things like cobblestone, benches, or streetlights, but the way everything meshed gave her a feeling like she was coming home. The thought scared her, and she quickly hurried to her appointment. 

***

“What do you mean? A boy?” Maddie’s mouth hung open. Confusion seemed to be an understatement for this meeting. 

The lawyer, who asked her to call him Sal, sat back in his chair. “Pardon me, a young man. Twenty years ago, Daisy adopted an infant. She never had children of her own and chose to adopt Kyle right after his birth. He now resides on Dandelion Farm, but he needs assistance. He is not able to completely care for himself. Your aunt’s will states very clearly you must become his guardian to inherit the rest of her estate. If you choose not to accept your inheritance, the inheritance, including the money, will be passed onto the next person on the list and you will receive one dollar.” 

What? How could her aunt have adopted a child twenty-years ago? It must have happened right after Phoenix came back from Aunt Daisy’s. Her sister had never said a word to her about it and, at sixteen, Phoenix had trouble keeping quiet about anything. She could not imagine Phoenix keeping anything a secret. None of this made sense.

To the lawyer, she said, “I don’t get it. My parents told me Daisy died twenty years ago. Do you know anything about that?” 

Sal shook his head. “I don’t. I do know, however, your sister’s name was first on the list, but when she died unexpectedly, Daisy came in and removed her name and placed you down as the first to inherit should something happen to her. Your parent’s names were never on her list to be contacted.”

“You don’t know why?” she inquired. Something was not adding up. 

Sal shrugged his shoulders. “There were rumors, but honestly, I don’t want to say anything unless I know for certain. Why don’t we take a ride out to Dandelion Farm and let you see for yourself what you have inherited? If you don’t have any interest in it…well, I’d rather go right to the next name on the list.”

“Can you tell me more about the boy Daisy adopted? You said he’s unable to take care of himself?”

Sal leaned back in his chair. “Kyle is a great young man with Down Syndrome. Are you familiar with what it is?”

Maddie sighed and nodded. Yes, she was familiar with it. She and Kyra had helped coordinate a walk to raise money on World Down Syndrome Day a few years ago. She never thought Down Syndrome would have a direct impact on her own life, though. 

“Kyle is high-functioning. He has a job, but he does not drive. Daisy was the one who usually took him back and forth to work. His social worker has since stepped in and has been caring for him and the farm. However, Lincoln has his job and cannot take care of the farm indefinitely. He has taken a leave of absence to take care of Kyle until this is sorted out. So, if you are willing to take your inheritance, you will need to move to Dandelion Farm as soon as possible to relieve him. On top of this, you will never have to worry about money again. Daisy knew how to manage her money and investments quite well. With the value of the property, her assets, and investments, it totals up to almost two million dollars.”

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Penny Harmon began writing at an early age and developed a great love of words over the years. After her children were grown, she took her writing more seriously and has published in both newspapers and magazines. In January of 2016, her first novella, Complicated Inheritance, was published and in March of 2016, the first book, I Saw Him First, of the Rocky Isle Romance series was published. Five more books in the Rocky Isle Romance series have since been published.

 In 2017, Penny branched out with her first women's fiction novel, Dragonfly Wishes and, soon after, published Love's Song with Sweet Promise Press. Love's Song is not available at the moment, but will be re-released with a new title. 

Her book Dandelion Dreams just released on June 3, 2021. 

Penny lives in Maine with her long-time partner, Dan, three grandchildren, three cats, and one dog. She enjoys spending time with all nine of her grandchildren and enjoys working on DIY projects, especially those of repurposing. 

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Spotlight: When You're Mine by Layla Hagen

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Release Date: June 8

Take New York by storm and steer clear of serious relationships. That's the plan. That's the goal. It's easy too, now that my software company is making headlines. Nothing is getting in the way of that--not even my sexy personal trainer. I don't care how sexy and intriguing she is.

Mel Dawson keeps talking me into doing things, like watching the sunset and slowing down to enjoy life.

When she trains me, and I watch her body, I'm constantly fantasizing about exploring every inch of it all night long, claiming her mouth every time she gives me a sassy reply.

I don't even know who I am when I'm with her. I’m suddenly a completely different man. But, I like this version of myself better. Mel's smart, determined, and keeps me guessing.

She's everything I need and want, but I've been burned before. I'm used to taking chances in the boardroom, just not in my personal life. How much am I willing to risk for a chance to make her mine?

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Welcome! My name is Layla Hagen and I am a Contemporary Romance author.

I fell in love with books when I was nine years old, and my love affair with stories continues even now, many years later. I write romantic stories and can't wait to share them with the world. And I drink coffee. Lots of it :-D

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Spotlight: The Cowgirl's Sacrifice by Tina Radcliffe

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This cowgirl has wandered back home…

Will she choose her past or her future?

Needing time to heal after a rodeo injury, Kate Rainbolt heads to her family ranch to accept the foreman job her brothers offered her months ago. But the position’s already been filled by her ex-boyfriend, Jess McNally, and the only open job reports to him. With Jess as her temporary boss—and turning into something more—might he finally convince Kate to put down roots?

Excerpt

Kate Rainbolt’s gaze followed the man who entered Eagle Donuts. He moved past the tables of early morning customers with smooth, long-limbed confidence. A tall man, he wore a black barn coat, faded jeans and scuffed boots, not unlike dozens of other Oklahoma cowboys.

She was ready to dismiss him when something set off an internal warning, urging her to take a second glance. Kate tensed and stepped away from the counter, feigning interest in a display of coffee mugs. When the cowboy lifted his head and tipped back the brim of his hat to assess the inside of the shop, she saw his face, and her heart slammed against her chest.

Jess McNally.

She’d been back in Rebel for an hour, and naturally, she’d run into her former beau.

Her only beau.

Usually, Kate kept her emotions hidden behind a mask of greasepaint and an outrageous, red felt cowboy hat. But she wasn’t a rodeo clown any longer, and it would take work to hide the emotions rocking her to the core. The last time she’d seen Jess was ten years ago, when she’d rejected his marriage proposal. It was unfortunate that time had only improved his good looks. Dark hair peeked out from beneath a black Stetson, and a scruffy five o’clock shadow emphasized the angles of his face.

Jess’s slate-gray eyes connected with hers, and she froze, chin down, her gaze going everywhere but back to the cowboy in front of her. She willed her pulse to slow before she dared to meet his gaze again.

Ten years. He should not have this effect on her after all that time.

“Kate?”

“Hey, Jess.” She shoved her left hand in her coat pocket, ignoring the twinge in her casted arm and the pain that shot through her middle as she jostled her tender rib cage.

“You’re back in Rebel?” he asked.

She lifted her face. “For now, I am. What about you?”

“Yeah. I’ve been back for a few weeks.”

“So you’re visiting?” She prayed that his next words would be that he was leaving town soon. Regret wasn’t on her schedule today, and she lacked the mental stamina for a what-if game about whether or not she’d walked away from the best thing that had ever happened to her.

“Visiting? No.” He said the words slowly, paused and looked at her.

A shiver galloped down Kate’s arms.

“I guess Reece didn’t mention…” Jess ran a hand over his face.

“Reece?” Her second eldest big brother hadn’t said anything special when she’d called to let him know she was on her way from Tucson, only that it was about time. His mantra du jour.

“I’m the foreman at Rebel Ranch,” Jess said. “New position.”

Kate blinked and focused her attention on the tips of her hand-tooled Western boots while trying not to reveal how surprised she was. Because she was absolutely surprised. She’d been offered the position of ranch foreman at Christmas. Her brothers Reece and Mitch ran the popular guest ranch and had mentioned it to Kate at their brother Tucker’s wedding.

“Reece is expanding the cattle side. I’ll be supervising production and care of livestock and horses.”

“Yes. I know about the expansion,” she said. Though she worked to keep her voice neutral, anxiety had her gnawing on her lip.

There was another lengthy pause between them. Jess hesitated as if measuring his words. “Is my taking this job a problem?”

There was no way she’d answer a loaded question like that. She was going to be living at the ranch temporarily. Even short-term, that would be way too close to Jess McNally, the man who had somehow managed to steal her job right out from under her. Yes, there would definitely be problems. Several of them.

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Tina Radcliffe has been dreaming and scribbling for years. Originally from Western NY, she left home for a tour of duty with the Army Security Agency stationed in Augsburg, Germany, and ended up in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  Her past careers include: Certified Oncology R.N. and library cataloger.  She recently moved from Denver, Colorado, to the Phoenix, Arizona area, where she writes heartwarming and fun inspirational romance.

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Spotlight: Honeybees & Sexy Tees by Katie Mettner

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(Butterfly Junction, #2)
Publication date: July 20th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense

Synopsis:

The devil is in the details, and the Lady of the Lake holds the clue.

Honey Blois is no stranger to pain. The lasting effects of an abusive childhood have made her life challenging, but it’s the ache of unrequited love she can no longer bear. When her confession goes unanswered, she has no choice but to fall out of love with her best friend.

Mathias Jørgensen is living a lie. The billionaire playboy buries the pain of loving the one woman he can’t have with flashy cars and bad decisions—until Honey’s letter comes to light. With renewed hope for the future, he vows to find his way back to the boy she fell in love with if it’s the last thing he does.

And it might be.

As the pair blurs the line between friends and lovers, his unscrupulous past demands a reckoning. To save the woman he loves from a watery grave, Mathias will have to remember every last detail of the life he’s desperate to forget.

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About the Author

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Katie Mettner writes small-town romantic tales filled with epic love stories and happily-ever-afters. She proudly wears the title of, 'the only person to lose her leg after falling down the bunny hill,' and loves decorating her prosthetic with the latest fashion trends. She lives in Northern Wisconsin with her own happily-ever-after and three mini-mes. Katie has a massive addiction to coffee and Twitter, and a lessening aversion to Pinterest -- now that she's quit trying to make the things she pins.

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