Spotlight: Bad at Love by Ana Jolene

Moonrise Beach, Book Seven

Blurb:

Mark Young excels at creating the most thrilling and addicting video games but unfortunately, he can’t seem to conquer the dating game at all. After getting unexpectedly dumped, he refuses to give up on his love life. So in a last ditch effort to meet someone new, he joins the local gym and befriends Rose Latimer, a painfully shy redhead.

Every time Rose is around Mark, she can’t help the rushing of blood through her veins, but her struggle with social anxiety prevents her from keeping her cool around attractive men. However, during an impromptu camping trip with Mark, Rose must make a detour into unexpected passion as she is pushed further out of her limits.

Can this modern wallflower find the courage inside of herself to face her greatest fears? Or will true everlasting love continue to elude these two hopeless romantics forever?

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 “Rose!” Mavis called again, this time much more urgently. “Someone is here to see you!”

Rose froze in her approach. “What?” Who would come to see her? In all her years of working here, she had never had anyone visit her at work. Not even Nic had bothered to come.

Curiosity got the best of her and Rose went to see who the hell was waiting for her. To her horror, Mark stood there, smiling at her as she approached. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked in greeting.

His easy grin widened. “It’s nice to see you, too.”

Rose only realized how rude she probably sounded. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I just wasn’t expecting you here.” Although she had invited him to come visit the gardens, she didn’t actually expect him to come so soon. She could already feel her anxiety rising with his unexpected appearance. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

Mavis glanced between them, looking obviously confused as to why this handsome man was here with her.

Rose leaned into Mark, lowering her voice. “You didn’t tell me that you were coming.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Surprise her? Why? “Actually, I did try calling earlier,” he admitted, “but they said that you were busy.”

Rose turned her glare at Mavis, who simply shrugged in answer. “I didn’t know it was your boyfriend. You never told me you had one.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” she cried out.

“He’s not?” Mavis glanced back at Mark, but he simply smiled at her.

Wait, wasn’t he going to agree? This was really too much for her to handle right now.

“I’m Mark,” he said instead, extending his hand for Mavis to hold.

Her boss latched on to him instantly, practically tearing his arm off in the process in her excitement. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry, but Rose hasn’t mentioned much about you. She’s real quiet about her personal life.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Rose interceded. “He’s just a friend.”

“A very handsome friend,” Mavis corrected with a wink. “I’ll leave you two alone to talk.”

“Wait!”

But before she knew it, Mavis was gone, leaving her alone with Mark. Letting out a sigh, Rose turned back to him. He smiled at her. Instantly, she felt her cheeks flush with heat. Dammit, what the hell was she going to do now? Once she was alone with him, she felt completely unsteady. “So what are you doing here?” she asked again.

Mark shrugged. “I wanted to see the garden. Although I’ve lived in Moonrise for a few months, I still haven’t been here yet.” He glanced around, seeming impressed by the atmosphere. “It looks really pretty.”

“I would’ve been more prepared if you’d let me know you were coming.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I was just excited to see you again.”

The words nipped her irritation in the bud.

No one had ever said that to her. Not even a friend.

As a blush rose high on her cheek, Rose tried to hide it. She couldn’t get mad at him for coming here. Technically, she had been the one to invite him.

Rose winced as a streak of pain shot through her wrist. Oh my God. Even moving it wrong was causing uncomfortable pain. Rose clutched her wrist to her chest, massaging the joint. That was when Mark leaned in, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”

She dropped her hands at her side. “I’m fine. I just haven’t eaten anything yet.”

“Here. Have this.” In his hand, she hadn’t noticed that he carried two cups. He handed one to her. 

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s tea.” Surprised by the gesture, she could only accept it.

“What time do you get off? Let’s go eat something together.”

“Thank you, but I can’t leave. I have to work overtime.”

“That’s a bummer. Why don’t I grab something for you to eat and bring it here? What do you want?”

“Thanks, but that’s not necessary.” She wasn’t going to treat him like an errand boy even if she would kill for food right now. “Why don’t I give you a tour since you’re already here?”

Mark arched his brow at her. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Yes. Follow me.” She didn’t give him a chance to argue before she was already walking away. To her pleasure, Mark ran after her, his long strides easily keeping up pace with her. “So what do you want to see first?” she asked.

“Anything. Everything. It’s my first time in a botanical garden.”

“Really?” Surprised his with admission, Rose stopped suddenly, causing him to bump into her. Their eyes met, locking with intensity.

Whoa. Green. 

When she had first met him, she hadn’t realized just how stunning his forest-green eyes were. But they were gorgeous! Dark and captivating with flecks of copper in them, they reminded her of the lush, green gardens.

Realizing that she had been staring at him for far too long, she broke eye contact and returned her gaze to the ground. Way to make things awkward, Rose. You were staring at him like he was on display at the museum! But Mark didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he let out a small chuckle that only caused her to flush even more.

Clearing her throat, she asked, “So I was thinking that I could show you the new collections first.”

“New collections?” Mark looked confused as he scratched his head.

“Yeah, we have some new collections of flowers in bloom right now. They’re really a stunning sight. Do you want to see?”

When Mark nodded, she felt her excitement grow. Finally, she was somewhere where she felt like she had the upper hand and a part of her liked to be able to share her knowledge with him.

She led him to the camellia collection first. With their vibrant colors and glossy green leaves, they were a garden favorite. “Wow,” Mark breathed as he took in the sight. “They’re so beautiful.”

Rose couldn’t agree more. She loved camellias too. There was something so special seeing them in full bloom like this.

She watched as Mark walked closer to one of them. “Is this the same thing?” he asked, pointing to another variation of the flower.

She nodded. “Yes. They’re all camellias.”

“Really?”

“Yup. There are over two hundred species and blooms ranging from white, pink, or deep red. Some can look more like wild roses while others can have multiple petals, looking more like peonies.”

“Wow, I had no idea.” Mark looked impressed by her knowledge and that relieved her. Sometimes when she spurted out facts like that, people thought she was weird. She was glad that Mark didn’t think she was crazy. “So are they like this all year round?” he asked.

“No. The typical bloom time is between January and March.”

Mark straightened. “I had no idea. It’s really cool that you know all this.”

Really? Most men weren’t interested in what she did for a living.

“Want to know something else?” she asked him.

“What?”

She gestured at the cup of tea she held in her hand. “Every time you drink tea, you’re enjoying camellias.”

“Really? No way.”

“Yes. Camellia sinensis is used to make tea of all kinds, including green, black, and oolong tea.”

Mark grinned at her, holding up his tea up in toast. “Well, then. Cheers to camellia.”

Grinning, Rose toasted her cup against his and then took a long pull. At first, she had been surprised by his sudden appearance but she was now glad that he had decided to show up.

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About the Author

Ana Jolene is the author of the Glory MC series, a New Adult Dystopian and the Contemporary Romance series, Moonrise Beach.

Growing up as a rebellious kid didn’t allow for much reading time. It wasn’t until Ana was in university that she found her passion for books and has since then devoured every book placed before her. Ana holds a B.A. in Psychology and has worked in both IT and Administration. But she’s had the most fun in the bookish world, working as a reviewer, columnist, and assistant to multiple sites and best-selling authors.

Ana currently lives in Toronto with her family and an extremely lazy Shih Tzu whom she adores. To learn more about Ana and her books, please visit her website www.anajolene.com and subscribe to the newsletter to be notified of the hottest new releases and giveaways!

Spotlight: Red Velvet Crinkles and Christmas Sprinkles by Maria Imbalzano

GENRE: Contemporary Romance

Competitive, work-obsessed Bella Simonetti has just been fired from her high-paying job at a Manhattan law firm. At an all-time low, she returns home and helps her parents at their small-town gift shop, but the business is failing and may not make it past the Christmas holidays.

Successful landscape architect Dean Jackson is like a son to Bella's parents. But he's a persistent annoyance to her—he seems to have forgotten his unforgivable blunder thirteen years earlier.

When Bella transforms her parents' gift shop into a cookie cottage, Dean's generosity and magnetic smile are hard to resist, and those feelings of unrequited adolescent love come rushing back. But can Bella let go of the past and accept Dean for the man he is today?

Excerpt

She ignored the little voice in her head encouraging her to come clean. Especially since she planned to live in her parents’ house until she could find a job. Maybe she’d share at dinner tonight. After a bottle of wine.

The back door squeaked open and a gust of air blew in before the door was firmly closed. “Good morning, Barb. Clive.”

The guest came in and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek before slapping her dad on the back. Bella’s mouth flew open as she watched the scene, a tiny gasp escaping.

Dean Jackson! What is he doing here?

“Honey, you remember Dean don’t you?” Her mom’s smile grew much bigger than it had been all morning. “Your brother’s friend from high school?”

“Of…of course I do.” Bella buttoned the top button of her pajamas before her hand flew up to assure her messy bun was still on top of her head. Fire flamed her face as she puzzled out the reason for his presence at seven-thirty a.m. on a Wednesday morning. Or any time, for that matter.

“Dean’s been like another son to us,” her dad beamed. “Ever since your brother took that job in Boston, he’s helped us do whatever needs to be done around here or at the store. And he’s my golf buddy.”

Dean’s gaze zeroed in on her, and her thoughts fuzzed. She would have loved to slink upstairs, but no way was she going to get out of this chair sporting flannel pajamas and bunny slippers. Was nothing sacred around here?

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Maria Imbalzano is a retired matrimonial lawyer who now writes full time. Instead of drafting motions, legal memoranda, and briefs, although fascinating, she now spends her days creating memorable characters and taking them on their emotional journeys through her contemporary romance novels. 

Her novel, “Unchained Memories,” won the Wisconsin Romance Writers Write Touch Readers’ Award and the ACRA Readers’ Choice Heart of Excellence Award. “Sworn to Forget,” the first of the four-book Sworn Sisters Series was a finalist for the illustrious RONE award as well as the Book Buyers Best Award. Her novellas, “The Blueberry Swirl Waltz” and “A Song For Another Day” each came in first in their category in the National Excellence in Story Telling contest.

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Spotlight: Glory Bishop by Deborah L. King

Publication date: June 4th 2019

Genres: Women’s Fiction

Synopsis:

“Deborah King has written a compelling, thought-provoking novel that engages readers and made me wish the story would never end.” -Chicago Writer’s Association Windy City Reviews

Glory Bishop lives her life in pieces. At work and with her friends, she reads novels, speaks her mind, and enjoys slow dances and stolen kisses with her boyfriend, JT. But at home, Glory follows strict rules and second-guesses every step. Though she dreams of going to college and living like a normal teenage girl, her abusive mother has other ideas.

When JT leaves to join the navy, Glory is left alone and heartsick. The preacher’s son, Malcolm Porter, begins to shower her with lavish gifts, and her mother pushes Glory to accept his advances. Glory is torn between waiting for true love with JT or giving in to the overzealous Malcolm.

When a stranger attacks Glory on the street, Malcolm steps in to rescue her, and her interest in him deepens. But the closer she gets to him, the more controlling he becomes. Glory must eventually decide whether to rely on others or to be her own savior.

Excerpt

She was standing at a softly rumbling dryer, folding “mountain fresh” scented towels, when she heard the door opening behind her. 

“Hello, Miss Glory.”

She continued folding, pretending not to hear.

“I said, hello, Miss Glory.” 

She would not give that devil’s son the satisfaction of responding.

The door closed, and she hoped he’d gone, but then he was behind her… his arms around her waist… his lips touching her shoulder. “Remember the first time you let me kiss you? You said you’d be my wife.”

Glory shrugged off the kiss and tried to ignore him—tried not to notice his scent or relax in his arms. She tried not to respond to his voice… tried not to care.

His lips touched the back of her neck. “Remember the second time you let me kiss you? You said you’d be my girl.”

Glory deliberately brushed his kiss from her neck and moved to the washing machine, careful to keep her back to him.

“Oh… so it’s like that now, huh? No problem. I’ll just sit down and watch you work. I’ve got all night. And you know, I always did appreciate you from behind, too.”

Glory growled under her breath, taking her annoyance out on the wet towels she pulled from the washer. She heard him sigh loudly as he settled down on the old couch. She whispered a prayer for patience and strength.

“Know what?” he asked. “I feel like singing.”

Glory continued her work and tried to ignore him as he flubbed his way through “Ribbon in the Sky” and “Isn’t She Lovely,” but when he started singing “Brick House,” she threw down the towel she was folding and gripped the edge of the table.

“Josiah Jackson, you leave me alone. Right now!” 

“Oh… so you’re talking to me now, huh? I win big. I get to hear your pretty voice and look at your fine a—”

“No!” Glory turned to face him, arms folded, seething, channeling every bit of hurt and anger into a glare that she wished would burn him to cinders. “No. I’m not talking to you. I’m asking the devil to leave me alone! I’m asking Satan himself to leave me alone and never speak to me again.” 

“Well,” he said, standing and moving toward her. “Your prayer is gonna be answered. I’m leaving for the navy tomorrow.”

He smiled. He actually smiled. That no-good lying two-timing devil smiled his smug smile—that I’m the finest boy in the world, and I know you agree smile. That I win smile.

Glory hated that smile. And she loved that smile. And all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling out.

“How could you do that to me, JT?” she whispered. “How?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Glory.” He tried to take her hand, but she pushed him away. “I’m leaving in the morning and I need to make things right with you. Please, just listen to me. You don’t hafta talk to me. You don’t hafta forgive me. Just listen. Then if you still hate me, I swear I’ll never bother you again.”

Glory opened her eyes. The smug smile was gone—no mocking, no joking, only the slightest hint of a plea in his voice and in his eyes—the force of will that always made her trust him… or used to make her trust him. 

Glory sat away from him on the couch, arms still folded, not looking at him. She listened to his tale of a weekend with his cousins and wine and reefa and the twenty-two-year-old next door and his not really remembering it until his aunt called his mother about a baby that looked like him. She tried to stay angry and to push him away when he knelt in front of her, begging forgiveness. She tried not to see the tears in his eyes.

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Deborah King has been a writer and storyteller her whole life. She published her first short story when she was seven years old. When she’s not writing, Deborah enjoys cartoons, cooking, photography, and Star Trek. Born and raised in Chicago, Deborah has managed to achieve all of her childhood dreams and still lives in the area with her husband and two youngest children. According to her daughter, she has “literally aced her life!”

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Cover Reveal: An Honest Lie by Tarryn Fisher

Release Date: April 26, 2022

“I’m going to kill her. You’d better come if you want to save her.”

Lorraine—“Rainy”—lives at the top of Tiger Mountain. Remote, moody, cloistered in pine trees and fog, it’s a sanctuary, a new life. She can hide from the disturbing past she wants to forget.

If she’s allowed to.

When Rainy reluctantly agrees to a girls’ weekend in Vegas, she’s prepared for an exhausting parade of shots and slot machines. But after a wild night, her friend Braithe doesn’t come back to the hotel room.

And then Rainy gets the text message, sent from Braithe’s phone: someone has her. But Rainy is who they really want, and Rainy knows why.

What follows is a twisted, shocking journey on the knife-edge of life and death. If she wants to save Braithe—and herself—the only way is to step back into the past.

This seething, gut-punch of a thriller can only have sprung from the fiendish brain of Tarryn Fisher, one of the most cunning writers of our time.

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Spotlight: Takedown by Evelyn Sola

Mellie lives her life risk-free and would do anything to keep her heart safe. But when Adam shows up in Vegas, all her careful plans go right out the window. Mellie and Adam quickly discover that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas. Readers who enjoy diverse contemporary romances will devour Takeover by Evelyn Sola, a diverse accidental marriage romance.

Blurb

Mellie

I was not a gambler. No way. I’ve built an existence free of risk and adventure. From my career to a small life with my closest family. I was not going to do anything to jeopardize my heart. But when my neighbor and number one menace to my safe plans showed up in Vegas, I did what every adventurous (not!) woman would do. I got drunk and married the man.

Adam

What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas. Then, I went and married Mellie Dupree. That woman I’ve been chasing for two years is now my wife. She claims she doesn’t remember our wedding, but I was there, and I know she’s not telling the truth. Then again, neither am I.

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 and into a waiting cab.

         I don’t think I breathe until the wheels of the plane leave the ground and we’re soaring through the air, away from the biggest fuck up of my life. But as I look out of my window, I know I’m only delaying the inevitable.

         He’ll come. He’ll find me. There’s no way he’ll keep this a secret. But I shake my head and tell myself that I don’t care. It’s not just up to him. He’ll realize he’s made a mistake too. We’ll talk to Tina, she’s the sister of my brother’s wife, a former lawyer turned restaurant owner. She’ll walk us through the annulment process. It will happen quickly, and things will return to normal.

         Yes, that’s exactly what will happen, but when I close my eyes all I can see are blue eyes looking down at me while a man dressed as Elvis tells us to repeat after him. I have no desire to remember my vows, but I remember his. I can practically hear him now. His voice deep and sincere as he promised to love, honor and cherish until death do us part.

About Evelyn Sola

A Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about writing, you will find Evelyn with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing for years, and she will continue to write for many years to come.  

Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor. 

She currently lives in Chicago, IL with her husband and two daughters.

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Spotlight: Shopping for a Turkey by Julia Kent

Publication date: November 2nd 2021
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

I don’t understand Americans.

Or, as we say in Scotland, I dinna understand ye eedjits 

And I definitely dinna understand the crazy mother-in-law of my cousin Declan. Who in their right mind names a wee dog Chuffy?

I’m stuck in New York after ma agent makes a bloody mess of an otherwise good endorsement contract for a sports towel company, and this crazy American holiday–Thanksgiving–is in two days.

The invitation to spend it in Mendon, Massachusetts, with the Jacoby family is about as appealing as rotten haggis. As far as I can tell, Thanksgiving is about stuffing yerself silly, watching pathetic American “football,” while fighting with relatives ye only see once a year.

If I wanted that last one, I’d head back to Scotland, where we dinna need a holiday to be salty to each other.

Ma firm answer is nae.

Until I remember Amy is part of the family.

Suddenly, I’m available.

Eager, even. Perhaps she’ll pull ma wishbone. I hear that’s part of the Turkey Day festivities, aye?

What I canna admit, though, is how she pulls ma heartstrings, too.

Which shouldna feel better than the wishbone, but it does.

And here comes Amy's mother with another holiday tradition, this one a bit early. 

A sprig o’ mistletoe, dangling right above Amy’s bonnie head.

–-

Shopping for a Turkey features Scottish football player Hamish McCormick and Amy Jacoby as they navigate unusual cultural norms, new traditions, and the undeniable attraction between these two characters, who have appeared as supporting players in Julia Kent's New York Times-bestselling Shopping series.

It's their turn to have their own all-new spinoff series. And to pull the wishbone. ;)

Excerpt

Amy

He's been in his birthday suit on sports magazine covers. Done endorsements for regional breweries and energy bars. I know from Declan that he's close to making it big.

He's already big.

My eyes dart to his feet.

How big is he?

Heat fills me at the thought, a combination of self-loathing and desire. Which is nothing new for me when it comes to Hamish McCormick.

Why did he have to be here? Now? Of all times, when Mom has a broken leg, Declan's brother Terry is filling in for her as yoga instructor, and we're already in disarray? I'm finally finishing my MBA, working another co-op at a venture capital firm. My last one was disrupted by scandal after the high-profile associate gunning for partner turned out to be married to a massive conman. I think I might have gotten my new co-op just for my potential gossip supply.

But my life is smoothing out now. It took me eight years to earn my bachelor's, but with Declan's help, the MBA has been full time, which is so much easier. I've told him straight out I don't want any favors, and I refuse to work for Grind It Fresh! Or Anterdec. No nepotism.

Though I'll certainly network and accept help making connections.

I'm on the cusp of a new life, moving into adulthood at last. I finished a major project yesterday, excited for the Thanksgiving break. I was at the gym, fresh off submitting my group work to our professor, when Dad called about the –

Well. You know.

And now Mom and Dad broke her leg and half their bedroom, my sisters and I have to manage Thanksgiving dinner from scratch, and I can't stop ogling Hamish's backside.

That's too much input.

“Let go of troubling thoughts,” Terry says in soothing, deep dulcet tones as we do triangle pose, our breathing syncing with slow movement. Hamish's arms stretch out and down. He has muscles on top of muscles, with fine ginger hair all over his arms, darkening as it tapers to his wrists. When we all go into a partial squat, his hamstrings pop like cello strings under his skin, each tiny muscle and tendon in stark relief across a body I could watch forever.

Too bad he has the emotional maturity of a hedgehog.

And that might be giving him too much credit.

“Fine form,” Hamish whispers to Shannon, who blinks fast.

“Thanks. I've been doing yoga on my lunch breaks. Even fifteen minutes makes a difference.”

“Aye. People think it's about doing long workouts but smaller amounts of time really do add up.”

Insane–they're driving me insane. How can they just idly chat like that while every inch of my skin is on fire? Every breath turns into a proto-orgasm as I watch him stealthily.

Or maybe not stealthily enough. He turns around, catches me watching, and winks.

I hate this. I hate reacting to him like this. I hate that he knows he's doing this to me, and he revels in it. I hate that he's so smarmy and overconfident and...

Tantalizing.

I'm going to assume that when all the blood in my body rushes to the surface of my skin and between my legs, it means my IQ drops a bit; lack of oxygen to the brain is the only explanation I have for finding him so attractive. This is a purely physiological response, driven entirely by evolution.

This is not my fault.

He's big and strong, and his physicality signals virility and protection. Biology is an amazing science, its processes optimized to drive us to reproduce.

My blushing, my throbbing, the zings running across my arms and legs–it's just electrical impulses, a response shaped over hundreds of thousands of years to produce the right outcome: hot, sweaty, reproductive activity to repopulate the earth.

It's really just that simple.

I don't emotionally desire this guy. Not one little bit. My heart isn't attracted to Hamish McCormick.

My eggs are.

Bad ova. Bad, bad ova.

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 1.5 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 16 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing soon. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three children in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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