Spotlight: Possessive Heart by Brighton Walsh

I’m her brother's best friend, and for the past ten years, I've also been Addison McKenzie’s dirty little secret.

My pro-hockey player lifestyle kept me from her, but I thought we had a good thing going. Burning up the sheets whenever I visited home worked well for us.

Or so I thought.

When a season-ending injury sends me back to Starlight Cove, I find out she thinks of me as nothing more than a mistake.

She’s trying her hardest to ignore my presence, but being snowed in together is making that difficult.

So is sharing a bed.

Old habits die hard, and it’s no surprise we fall right back into each other. Undeniable chemistry was never our problem, though. Making it last in the real world was.

But I’ve been in love with Addison for years. And I have no intention of giving up on us now.

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Spotlight: The Montana Beach Series by D. Allen

Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance 

Jessie moved back to picturesque Montana Beach after a heartbreaking split with her ex. She's since thrown herself into her grandparent's inn, which has been struggling financially thanks to the town having seen better days. With few options available, Jessie considers accepting a developer's offer to buy Montana Manor, seeing it as a way to save her family's legacy, until she learns that he wants to tear it down.

Meanwhile, Mason's tired of working at his father's advertising firm in New York City, although his father wants him to become his replacement. Unsure if that's the course he wants his life to take, Mason escapes to Montana Beach and the only inn in town to consider the proposal. But after he meets Jessie, he seems to gain only another reason not to take up his father's offer.

When Mason offers to help Jessie launch a campaign to save Montana Manor, the two quickly find themselves relying more and more on each other. But summer doesn't last forever, and Mason's stay is coming to an end. 

Excerpt

The best part of waking up at five in the morning is getting out on the beach for my run before the other joggers, walkers, or scavengers get out here and get in my way. Often times I don’t even play music, preferring instead to listen to the waves crash along the shore. It helps me relax and prepare for the day ahead of me. The only thing on my mind is the sand under my feet and my breathing as I run my usual two-mile stretch.

It’s not an easy run, that’s for sure. The traction I get in the sand is quite different from what I used to get on the treadmill when I lived in the city. But the extra exertion is what I need to make this precious time count. There aren’t any gyms in Montana Beach. There isn’t much of anything, really.

When I reach the end of the beach where it starts to get marshy, I see that the sun is sitting just on the horizon over the Atlantic Ocean. As I turn around to head back to Montana Manor, my long shadow stretches inland, interrupted only when I pass under the pier.

Grandma Ethel is sitting on the back patio with a cup of coffee watching the sunrise as I come up. I’m sweaty but energized.

“Enjoy your run, Jessie Girl?” she asks.

I nod. “The sunrise is really beautiful today.”

She smiles. “It always is.”

Knowing that I’m short on time, I tell Grandma, “I’ll be back down soon to help you with breakfast. Just going to run up and take a shower real quick.”

“Take your time, dear. I’m content right here.”

Racing up the steps to the attic apartment I share with her, I head straight for the bathroom and hop in the shower.

This is the same routine I do every day. Up with the sun, run on the beach, quick shower, and then start breakfast for the guests. It’s the same routine I’ve had for most of my life. My grandparents built Montana Manor when they first got married and have been running the small inn ever since.

It’s the only place for overnight accommodations in town since the Montana Motel closed down several years ago. Well, it’s the only one if you don’t count the many rental houses that sit throughout the small village now that a lot of the permanent residents have moved away.

Like Montana Beach, the Manor isn’t perfect. It could use a new roof, updated fixtures, and I’m sure the wiring isn’t up to code. But it’s home.

Braiding my wet hair, I make my way back down to the kitchen where Grandma is already frying up some eggs. I grab a pan, throw some bacon on it, and fire up the burner next to her.

“How many do we have this morning?” I ask.

“Only the Harmons. Janet said they’re early-risers, so I expect them to come down anytime now.”

“How long are they staying?”

“Until tomorrow night, although they still have to pay the rest of their bill. They mentioned something about paying today, but I told them they can wait until they check out, too.”

“Okay.” I wish Grandma wouldn’t tell people that. They’re our only guests and it’s the middle of June, which should be the start of our busy season, but we haven’t seen an uptick in guests yet. When I was a little girl the Manor used to be filled with guests from May into October. Now we’re lucky if we can fill up in July.

Grandma reaches around me to grab two plates and flips the eggs onto each of them with a spatula. “Now, if they do pay today, I want you to run to the bank to deposit some of it. The rest will have to go toward groceries.”

“Did we get another reservation?” I toss the bacon onto a plate and dab away as much of the grease as I can with a paper towel.

“One couple, yes. They’re arriving tomorrow. I think they may be honeymooners.”

“What makes you say that?” I ask.

Grandma picks the bacon from the paper towel and arranges it on the plate while I pop some bread in the toaster.

“Their reservation came through as the Newmans, but her credit card was under a different last name.”

“Then they probably are.”

There isn’t a lot to do in Montana Beach, but we still get a lot of honeymooners. I guess the quiet beach town is a lure to many newlyweds. Still, most of the guests we used to get are now more interested in the many activities up on North Beach, which is highly-commercialized nowadays.

The toaster pops and we hear footsteps on the stairs.

“I’ll get them started with drinks,” Grandma tells me. She pulls a pitcher and a Tupperware of fruit out of the fridge and sets it on a tray with two glasses. “Can you cut this up, please?”

“I’m on it.”

“Thank you, dear.”

When she disappears into the dining room to greet them, I pop open the Tupperware and start cutting the fresh pineapple and cantaloupe into cubes.

“They want to eat out on the patio,” Grandma tells me when she comes back in. She sets the plates on the now-empty tray.

“I can’t blame them.”

“Neither can I. Now hurry up with that fruit, dear, their food is getting cold.”

Summer Job 

Montana Beach Book 2 

When Robyn was promoted to manager of the Montana Beach Pier amusement park, she helped save it from near extinction. But her employees are still having a hard time adjusting to her new leadership role. With her father gone and only a few friends in Montana Beach, the stress at work carries over to the rest of her life. That is, until her newest employee steps through the door.

Jaden’s just looking for a summer job until he can find something more stable in the fall. Montana Beach might be a slower pace than his hometown, but his new boss and the romance that sparks between them makes the sleepy little town exciting.

When a coworker discovers their relationship, he threatens to reveal their secret, which could put their jobs and the future of the Pier at risk. 

Excerpt

My alarm wakes me at six in the morning. It’s the first day of work this season at the Montana Beach Pier amusement park. Or just the Pier, as everyone calls it. I don’t have to be at work for another five hours, but I want to squeeze in some painting time before the day gets started.

With my eyes slits from the cruel bathroom light, I brush my teeth before hopping in the shower, readjusting to my familiar routine from last summer.

I wish I could say I’m excited about starting the season again. I mean, I guess I am, but that’s more to see the families stroll through the gates again. The kids are always so excited and they usually don’t know which ride to try first. And then, by the afternoon, they’re so hyped up on sugar and their parents are so drained from the sun that it makes for hilarious entertainment, even though I’m technically working.

But the door won’t open to guests for another week. In the meantime, my employees and I have to get everything up to snuff for opening day. Which means they’ll be cleaning up the rides after the maintenance guys check to make sure they’re running okay and I’ll be stuck in the office doing paperwork and getting our marketing materials together.

I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself, and walk into the second bedroom I use as part walk-in closet, part art studio. I don’t have too many clothes, but I do have more than the tiny closet in my bedroom would allow. Still, there’s enough space for my art supplies too. And all the paintings that are waiting to be sold. The perks of living alone, I guess. Anyway, I’m going to miss spending all day to paint the landscapes from around town, but I’ll squeeze in time to keep painting when I can.

As I pick out clothes to wear, I try to remember everything I have to do when I go in today. I made a couple trips to the Pier office last week to start getting some paperwork started. I also hired two new people: a cleaner and a concession person, bringing our total number of employees up to fifteen. Including me. Not a lot, but it works.

Actually, I have another interview today. If he seems sane enough, I think I’ll make him a ride operator. Out of the two other new employees, one is barely old enough to work, meaning I don’t feel comfortable putting him in charge of a ride for kids under ten, and the other doesn’t seem to even want a job, so I stuck her as a cleaner.

It seems mean, but that position is the easiest to make up for if we lose someone midseason. The guy I’m interviewing today might even spend half his shifts cleaning. We don’t have the budget to hire too many designated cleaners, so everyone has to chip in.

Once I’m showered and dressed, I return to the spare bedroom and really look at my work in progress. It’s starting to come together. I squeeze out some paint, dab in a brush, and get to work.

Usually I like to paint in the midst of my inspiration. Plein air, as it’s called in the art world. It helps me really get in touch with my surroundings, but since I don’t have a lot of time now that I’m working, I have to make do with a photo hanging on the wall above the canvas.

I work for a couple hours, filling out the canvas with more colors, bringing to life the sunrise scene that fills me with so many happy memories. Before I know it, it’s just after ten and I rush to clean up my paints in the bathroom sink that’s stained with colors from previous paintings; a work in progress itself.

Once I’m all cleaned up, I grab my bag and my keys and walk down to Atlantic Street, where there’s a tiny little coffee shop on the corner with First Street.

“You’re here early,” Nancy says from behind the counter. “Your usual?”

“Yes, please,” I respond. “It’s my first day back at the Pier.”

“Is it that time of year already?” She fills a to-go cup with a dark roast blend.

“Sure is. Creeps up faster each year.”

“And passes by just as quickly!” She chuckles, passing me my order. “Here you go, dear.”

I take the cup from her and hand her my card. “Maybe next year we’ll be able to expand the season a bit, but I still need to whip my employees into shape. I’ve got a few new ones this year.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to, honey. I’ll have to bring my granddaughters down if I have time this year.”

“Oh yeah! That would be fun!” I take my card back and slip it in my wallet. Slinging my bag back on my shoulder, I head to the door. “Thanks, Nancy. Have a good day!”

“You too, dear!”

My assistant manager, Peggy, is already in the office when I get to work. She’s never early, so I must be a few minutes late. She has her feet up on the desk and is filing her nails while she snaps her gum.

“Sorry I’m late,” I mutter. She probably doesn’t care.

“Oh, you actually came back this year.”

“I just knew it would make your day.” I boot up the computer and take a sip of my coffee.

“I see you still haven’t found a real job,” she says.

“And neither have you,” I say as polite as I can.

This is our relationship each summer. Verbally jabbing each other under the veil of a joke. I think she might want me to quit, but it’s not like the owners would make her manager. They live up in North Beach and own several attractions up there. This tiny little pier all the way down in Montana Beach isn’t on their radar too much, but they’re still funding our operations, so that’s good. I can imagine the attractions up north are making a lot more money than we are, though.

If they’re forced to hire a new manager for the Pier, it might be easier for them to just close it. That’s where it was heading before I started. I trimmed the budget, beefed up policies, and started advertising to the right audience. In the three years that I’ve had the position, the annual number of visitors has gone up by thirty percent.

Of course, in the process of turning this place around, I had to lay a few people off, argue with the remaining employees about my new policies, and took on the reputation of bitch. Collateral damage for saving a small town business.

Summer Nights 

Montana Beach Book 3 

On the surface Adrian has it all: he’s the owner of the Nine—the only source of nightlife in Montana Beach—and he has his boyfriend Malcolm. The only problem is: Malcolm’s married. Although he promises to leave his wife, Adrian still wonders if he’ll always be “the other lover,” and whether that’s enough for him.

Tyler has watched his best friend pursue his relationship with a married man knowing that it won’t end well. He knows that he could treat Adrian better, but he’s never expressed his feelings to anyone, let alone Adrian.

After Adrian and Tyler share a special evening together, Tyler sees a future for them, but Adrian is still loyal to Malcolm. 

Excerpt

It’s nearly four in the morning, but the digital clock on the nightstand has my full attention. I watch as the blinking light counts each passing second, wondering how long I’ll get to lay here with Malcolm before he gets the phone call.

I pray that it doesn’t come. Every night I pray, but his phone inevitably rings. Even though I’m still wrapped in his arms, I can’t help but think about him leaving.

I suck in a shuddering breath and close my eyes. Maybe tonight my prayers will be answered and we’ll wake up in the morning together. This is the latest he’s stayed in a while. Usually he’s out the door shortly after we finish, which makes it nearly impossible to get to sleep.

That’s the worst part about loving him. The loneliness that follows his exit. He always tries to move quietly, telling me to go back to sleep when I get up to walk him out, but it’s no use. I’m always left feeling empty. Alone. Sad.

I focus on his steady breaths, letting it soothe me so I can fall asleep, but the sudden burst of his ringtone makes me jump. Malcolm stirs. He pulls away from me and reaches for his phone on the opposite nightstand.

I know the drill. Stay silent and still. He’s never come right out and told me to, but it’s kind of obvious that he wants privacy since he leaves the room every time it’s a phone call.

“Hello?” He says once he’s at the door.

I close my eyes and pretend that the call never came. That he’s still lying beside me. But his voice carries from the living room and I know this is really happening.

“I was tired, so I pulled over to take a nap.”

I stare at the clock again, watching more seconds pass by.

“I’m about forty minutes out,” he says.

It’s quiet. My heart races in fear that I was heard somehow.

“No, just tired,” he finally says. “Like I just said. Go back to sleep. I’ll be home soon.”

I close my eyes and try to think of something else to ease the heartache. I know what’s coming.

“Love you, too.”

It’s like a physical pain in my chest.

Malcolm comes back in when he’s off the phone and shakes me gently. “Hey, I have to get going.”

“Yeah, I heard,” I mutter. I keep my eyes on the clock. 3:52. That has to be a record.

“I’m sorry, babe, but I have to keep up appearances.” He rubs my arm. “At least for a little while longer.”

“I know.”

He pauses, then asks, “Remember what I promised you?”

I don’t say anything. It almost seems like it’ll never happen at this point.

“Hey.” He nudges me until I roll over to look up at him. “Someday soon it’ll just be me and you. You’re the one I want to be with. I love you.”

Hearing him say it helps make me feel a little better. “I love you, too.”

He kisses my forehead and then disappears into the bathroom.

Despite my best efforts, I retreat to my negative thoughts. I love him and he says he loves me, but a part of me also thinks that if he truly loved me that this would be an easy choice for him.

I’m always wrestling with myself, wondering if I’m a bad person or just a man in love. I’m not the one deciding to betray a commitment. I’ve made my commitment. To him.

Malcolm’s the one who’s married.

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D. Allen is the author of small town romance, including the Montana Beach series and the Small Town Christmas series.

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Spotlight: One More Betrayal by Stina Lindenblatt

Release Date: January 30 

Jessica and Troy’s exciting story continues in the second book of the HIDDEN SECRETS TRILOGY as passion and danger collide…

Despite Jess’s initial reluctance to get involved with ex-Marine Troy Carson, her friendship with him is growing to be something more. But love cannot exist without trust, and trust is something she can't afford—not when she needs to cling to the secrets of her past. 

Not when she’s hoping to be part of her daughter’s life again. Too much is at stake if the truth gets out.

As Jess tries to put the pieces of her life back together after being wrongfully imprisoned for the death of her abusive husband, she recognizes her past life in a new friend. Refusing to let history repeat itself, Jess is determined to get her friend away from the man who is abusing her.

But in doing so, Jess’s past is at risk of being revealed, costing her everything she holds dear: Troy. Her daughter. Her life…

The dual timeline book is the second novel in Hidden Secrets Trilogy. The books in the trilogy have to be read in order. All other books in the Carson Brother series are standalone.

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Spotlight: Shadows of the Past by Pamela McCord

(The Unfinished Business of Eliot Ness)

Publication date: December 14th 2023

Genres: Adult, Cozy Mystery, Paranormal

Synopsis:

A copycat serial killer and the ghost of Eliot Ness. Can two amateur sleuths, with the help of the famous ghost, stop the murderer before he kills again.

A ghostly figure surprises India Bennett in her study. That’s unnerving enough, but said ghost leaves a book open to a page showing a mutilated body, a body which looks just like the body in a case Indy’s homicide detective boyfriend, Danny, is currently investigating. Standing next to the body in the picture in the mysterious book is a man Indy recognizes as the ghost she saw in her study. Danny points out to her that it would be impossible for her to have seen the man in the picture, the legendary lawman Eliot Ness.

Despite Danny’s insistence, Indy knows what she saw, and she and her best friend Cara become friends with Eliot’s spirit. With ghostly assistance, the amateur sleuths begin their own investigation. After their discovery of what appears to be a journal describing the original victims from the 1930s, and with two murders already committed by the current serial killer, Indy and Cara rush to find the copycat murderer before he kills again.

In “Shadows of the Past,” a thrilling fusion of historical crime and supernatural suspense, the spirit of Eliot Ness becomes an unexpected ally, guiding Indy and Cara through a treacherous maze of secrets and hidden motives. With their lives on the line and the body count rising, they must navigate the shadows of the past and confront the malevolent force that seeks to perpetuate the sins of history.

The past and present collide in this captivating novel, unleashing a bone-chilling tale of danger, redemption, and the enduring power of justice. Prepare to be captivated by this gripping page-turner.

Excerpt

The body was face-up in a field bordering the railroad tracks. Not easy to spot. If it hadn’t been for the boys playing softball in one corner of the field, who knows how long it would have taken before the body was discovered. If at all.

The part of the field where the body lay was overgrown with weeds and a smattering of discarded trash. The ground sloped enough that unless you were standing far enough out in the field, or chasing a home run ball you might have missed the dark form also discarded in the parched brown weeds.

Red Williams hit a long ball over the head of Billy Peters in center field. Both teams erupted as Billy took off running after the ball while his teammates hollered at him to hurry before the batter could make it all the way around the bases to cross home plate. The hollering came to a dead stop when Billy turned around, his face red and sweaty from the late afternoon sun, frantically shouting and waving his arms in the air.

Within moments, ten middle grade boys were gathered around a figure splayed in the weeds.

“Eeww.” Red’s face was scrunched up and he waved his hand in front of his face. He wasn’t the only one blanching and gagging at the gruesome scene and the overwhelming smell of decomposition wafting off the body. The late June heat only magnified the stench.

“What happened to him?” Robbie Ewing asked. “I mean, it’s gross. Who could do something like that? Some sick SOB. I bet it hurt like hell.” Seizing on an opportunity to seem brave to his horrified teammates, Robbie scrunched his shoulders and made his hands into claws and stomped around like a zombie.

“Not funny, butthead,” Red said, taking a swing at Robbie’s shoulder as he lumbered past.

Larry Romano was bent over, groaning and losing his lunch, setting off a new round of gagging among the boys.

“I’m calling my dad,” Billy said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

All the boys shuffled back to where they’d left their gear, shooting glances toward the dead man lying out there in the field while they waited for Billy’s dad and the cops to show up.

“Do you think our parents won’t let us play here anymore?” Petey asked.

“That guy wasn’t on the baseball diamond,” Billy logically pointed out. “We don’t go over there by the railroad tracks. It’s not like any of us can hit the ball that far. But the smell was so bad, I wanted to check it out.”

“Yeah, but I bet they’re gonna think it’s not safe for us to be playin’ here by ourselves. You know how moms are.”

“Yeah,” Red said. “It sucks.”

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Born in Arkansas and raised in Southern California, Pamela McCord started writing later in life when she was challenged by a friend to create a book out of his story idea. Since then, she's become an internationally published author. Pam has spent over 40 years working as a legal secretary at a law firm in Orange County, California. Aside from writing, she follows the stock market, buying, selling and trading stocks and options. In contrast to that, she loves trips to Las Vegas where she can spend many happy hours at the Pai Gow tables. She shares a condo with her very own My Cat From Hell TV star, Allie, who manages to exude just enough affection to make her scary feral ways tolerable.

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Spotlight: In the Shadow of a Dream by Maci Aurora

(Fareview Fairytales, #3)

Publication date: January 30th 2024

Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Synopsis:

With the promise of finally learning her mother’s secrets, Brinna Fareview and her family gather together. Only somewhere between the truth and lies, Brinna wakes to find she’s trapped in a space in between the world awake and the nightmares of her family. All of them are asleep. Learning she has the ability to move from dream to dream, Brinna tries to find a way out of the dream world, but she’s stuck, unable to fix what’s ailing her family. But then an unexpected thing happens, Lucian Uraiahs, god of day and light, walks into her dream.

While Lucian decided a long time ago that Brinna Fareview was a blight on his peace, he can’t seem to avoid her. She pops up at every turn, all because his brother is god-yoked to her sister. All Lucian wants is to disappear into the oblivion of the cosmos amidst his shame and guilt, but the unbidden feelings he has for Brinna can’t be contained. When Lucian is stripped of his powers for refusing to bend to his father’s will, he is imprisoned with only his guilt to keep him company. Except when he falls asleep, he dreams of Brinna and somehow becomes the only link to saving her, her family, and his brother from a spell that could destroy them all.

Brinna and Lucian must work together to uncover the secrets they need to break the sleeping spell, but the longer they share their dreams, the more they realize time is against them.

Join the Fareviews in book three of the Fareview Fairytales series, In the Shadow of a Dream, to discover the truth that has them trapped behind the hedge.

Excerpt

Luc grumbled and turned back to look at the hedge once more, walking its length when he heard women’s voices—sweet and lilting—coming from inside. He stepped back, searching for the elusive entrance.

“Remember when we were talking to Tarley the other day? About the man in the woods?” Aurielle—he knew her voice—replied.

“So romantic…” the other said, her voice soft and whimsical. Which left only two possibilities: Luc’s woodland fairy or the other sister, the one with the dark, soulful eyes. “Why are we doing this again?” she asked.

He wondered which one was with Aurielle and suppressed any hope it might be his singer. “Well, I’ve met someone.” Aurielle snapped the words, because the other one seemed to be antagonistic about being dragged out into the woods.

He grinned at their bickering. Relatable.

“I have so many questions! You’ve been behind the hedge since–” The sister’s voice cut off abruptly, then she shouted, “The Great Nap Escapade?”

“So,” Aurielle said, drawing out the word, “you’re doing this for true love. And I promise, Brin, you won’t have to wait long.”

[…]There were words spoken Luc couldn’t discern, followed by Aurielle bursting from the hedge. She called out for Nix and disappeared across the road through the bramble. “What if someone comes?” Brinna called, then groaned. “Annoying.”

He was going to talk to her! He swallowed as he thought about what to say. “Couldn’t agree more.” Luc couldn’t see her; she was still hidden within the hedge.

She gasped. “Who’s there?”

“The brother.”

Her head—like a disembodied apparition—appeared from the hedge, turning to look for him. When she saw him, her eyes widened. It was the first time he realized her eyes were gray. “Whose brother?”

He hummed but said, “Since we’re both on lookout duty, we could make it interesting.” “Who are you, exactly?” she asked, stepping from the hedge.

Luc’s breath stopped up, caught up by both disbelief and utter excitement. […] “There you are,” Luc said, finally finding his voice.

She demanded his name.

“Lucian,” he said, turning slightly toward her, his shoulder leaning against the hedge—a terrible choice. He straightened and wiped the leaves from his shoulder.

“And you’re not here to meet my sister?”

“Stars, no,” he said, allowing himself to truly look at her as he shook his head, grateful, suddenly, that Nix asked him to be his unnecessary companion. “That would be my brother. Come closer.” He gave her a slight grin. “I don’t bite. Usually.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m fine right here, thank you.”

“You know my name, which gives you power. Will you not offer the same?” Though he already knew it, he wanted her to offer it freely.

“Brinna,” she replied and disappeared back into the hedge.

“Wait,” Luc called. “Where did you go?” The hedge didn’t have an entrance. “Where are you?” “Here,” she whispered, as if daring him to find her. Despite the low volume, her voice reached him, and he wondered, strangely, if it always would.

He used his godlight to sneak through the magical threads of the hedge, and his arms passed through, allowing him to grasp Brinna. Using her as leverage, he pulled himself inside. She squealed—a cute little sound that seemed as if she was trying to be quiet about it—and stumbled into him, her palms pressed against his chest. Heat seared his skin underneath his clothes where her hands rested.

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “Unhand me.”

He did. Immediately. Swiping his hands over the place she’d touched to wipe away the sensation. He hated the added impulse of wanting to wrap her up in his arms.

Ridiculous. He told himself he was curious about this hedge, given he’d never seen anything like it on his Roam.

He walked deeper into an arched passageway that stretched out in front of him with no end in sight, as if it curled in on itself. Surprised by the muted light inside, Luc glanced over his shoulder, where Brinna now stood framed by an arched entrance.

She followed him. “What is wrong with you?”

His internal glow warmed the darkness inside the hedge so he could see her features, which pinched with her frown. He wanted to press his thumb against her mouth, run the pad of it across her lips, but he swallowed the urge instead and looked away.

“If I keep walking, what will I find?” he asked, ignoring her question for one of his own. “The cottage. Where I live.” She paused, then said, “You truly couldn’t see me? That seems… unbelievable.”

He hummed and looked around. “Perhaps if it wasn’t enchanted.”

“Enchanted!” She scoffed, an unflattering kind of snort, but Luc found it… cute. “You must be mistaken.”

He snorted back at her, incredulous. “I am not mistaken. Not about this.”

“You don’t make mistakes?” She offered a sharp laugh.

He’d begun to think this—trapping himself in proximity to her—was one. “Absolutely not,” he lied. The very large mistake in his immediate past had nearly cost him his brother, but she didn’t need to know about that.

“I highly doubt that.” She crossed her arms, her dark eyebrows arching over her pretty eyes. “Now, why are you glowing?”

“Why is this hedge enchanted?” he countered, realizing he should have doused his godlight so his father wouldn’t know, but he didn’t with her attention finally fixed on him.

They stood facing one another, the hedge seeming to close in around them. He only needed to take a step, and he’d be close enough to draw her into his arms, lean forward, and kiss her. The

shrinking hedge and his overpowering urge to touch her made him feel like he couldn’t take a deep enough breath.

“How do you get out of here?” The shrinking hedge unnerved him, even if it was an illusion…Then he realized he couldn’t see the opening any longer. It had disappeared. He was trapped. “I need to go,” he gasped.

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Romance author.

Lover of stories.

Maci Aurora has been writing stories since she was a child. When she was eleven, she fell in love with reading Sunfire Historical Romances about girls who made a difference in their lives and still fell in love. In high school, a friend introduced her to Lavyrle Spencer and Judith McNaught, and from there, her writing journey was cemented in telling stories about love. Having already published many novels (all of which are threaded with romance as upper YA and New Adult titles) under the pen name, CL Walters, Maci Aurora wanted to write stories that offered the same attention to story and characters but with additional steam. 

Maci writes in Hawaiʻi where she lives with her husband, their children, and their fur-babies. 

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Spotlight: Death to Beauty: The Transformative History of Botox by Eugene M. Helveston

In the 1970s, Dr. Alan Scott sought to selectively weaken eye muscles to treat strabismus (when one or both eyes are misaligned) without surgery. After failed attempts with other agents, Scott developed a method to stabilize the bacteria that causes botulism, culminating in a drug that eventually became known as Botox.

In Death to Beauty, Eugene M. Helveston, MD, follows the unlikely story of botulism's 1817 discovery in contaminated German sausages, to its use in military and research facilities, to Scott, an ophthalmologist who aimed to safely use the drug in humans. Scott struggled alone as an unknown in the pharmaceutical industry, searching for clinical trial financing and FDA approval, which he achieved at a fraction of the billions big pharma usually spends to bring a drug to market. Eventually, the company Allergan bought him out, capitalizing on the possibilities for cosmetic uses. Scott's formula was renamed "Botox" and reached annual sales in the billions. After the sale, Scott received no further compensation from Botox sales and remained the same unassuming man.

A fascinating walk through the intricate history of how the world's deadliest toxin starting as a treatment for crossed eyes became a routine tool for the cosmetic industry, Death to Beauty will make you rethink success, beauty, and deadly bacteria.

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About the Author

Eugene M. Helveston, MD, is Emeritus Professor of Ophthalmology at the IU School of Medicine. Helveston's numerous honors include the Kellogg Scholar Award from the University of Michigan, the Humanitarian of the Year and Silver Recognition Award from the Indiana Academy of Ophthalmology, and the Outstanding Humanitarian and Life Achievement Honor Award from the American Academy of Ophthalmology. He has authored or co-authored three ophthalmology textbooks and over 300 scientific papers. He lives in Indianapolis.