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THE SIEGE: A NOVEL
Award Winning Author Marilyn Baron
The Siege: A Novel
Genre: Contemporary, Women’s Fiction, Romantic Suspense, Mystery, Historical
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: January 8, 2018
A journey of self-discovery leads to love and passion in the search for a family’s hidden past…
Artist Theia Constas receives a tour of Italy from her grandmother as a college graduation present. Before she departs, her ya-ya’s deathbed revelation of a cache of WW II photographs and love letters extends Theia’s itinerary to Crete in search of her unknown grandfather, a promising artist who studied under Chagall but didn’t survive the war.
Wade Bingham, an actuary who always follows the rules and calculates the odds, finds himself alone on his honeymoon trip, wondering why his fiancée jilted him at the last minute.
In the wrong place at the wrong time when their hotel in Florence, Italy, is besieged by terrorists, the two strangers find themselves thrust together in Wade’s honeymoon suite. Immediately attracted to each other, Wade conducts a siege of his own to win Theia’s heart.

“Go back to your room,” the American tour director ordered, shouting at the woman.
“I can’t get the door to open,” Theia protested, thrusting her key card at him in frustration.
The tour director hurriedly took the proffered card in sweaty hands and tried the lock, which didn’t click. He jammed the key card into the slot again, to no avail.
A man opened the door and stuck his head out of the room. “What’s wrong? Is this some kind of a fire drill?”
“It’s no drill. Get back in your room and shelter in place until I give the all-clear. Don’t open the door to anyone.”
The tour director returned Theia’s card. “Get back in your room with your husband.”
“This is my room, but he’s not my husband,” Theia insisted.
“There must be some kind of mistake,” the man in the room announced. “This is my room.”
The tour director grabbed the woman’s key card again and examined the key holder. He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and looked at Theia like she was a recalcitrant child. “You’re on the wrong floor, miss. This is Room 515. You’re in Room 415.”
“I’m sorry.” Theia blew out a breath and turned to leave. The tour director blocked her way.
“Excuse me, but I need to get back to my room.” Tears of exhaustion pooled in her eyes. She wanted to scream.
“I’m afraid you can’t go anywhere. We’ve disabled the elevators for your safety, and hotel security is blocking the stairs, for now.” He ushered her into Room 515 and pushed her into the arms of the man standing at the door.

About Marilyn Baron

Marilyn Baron

Marilyn Baron writes in a variety of genres, from women’s fiction to historical romantic thrillers and romantic suspense to paranormal/fantasy. Her latest book, The Siege: A Novel, a mainstream women’s fiction set in Italy and Greece, released January 8, 2018, is her 14th novel with The Wild Rose Press, Inc. and her 23rd work of fiction. AmazonEncore republished her psychic suspense novel Sixth Sense in 2015. She is also one of six authors of Love Around the Table, a short story anthology published November 1, 2017. She’s published five short stories with TWB Press.
She’s received writing awards in Single Title, Suspense Romance, Novel With Strong Romantic Elements and Paranormal//Fantasy Romance. She is The 2017 Finalist for the Georgia Author of the Year Awards in the Romance Category for Stumble Stones: A Novel.
A public relations consultant in Atlanta, Marilyn graduated with a BS in Journalism (Public Relations) and a minor in English (Creative Writing) from the University of Florida. She worked in Public Relations for AT&T in Atlanta for 13 years before starting her own PR firm.
She serves on the 2017-2018 Roswell Reads Steering Committee and the Atlanta Authors committee and she presented on an Atlanta Writers Club panel at the 2017 AJC-Decatur Book Festival.
Read more about Marilyn’s books, short stories, and other works of fiction at http://www.marilynbaron.com.
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This is my stop during the book blitz for Deck The Malls with Purple Peacocks by Amy Gettinger. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 7 till 20 December. See the tour schedule here.

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Deck The Malls with Purple PeacocksDeck The Malls with Purple Peacocks (Alice Chronicles #2)
By Amy Gettinger
Genre: Chick-lit/ Women’s Fiction/ Sweet Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: November 18, 2017

Blurb:
It’s Christmas in Orange County, California, and the mall is full of purple peacock decorations, large and small. Department store employee Aracely Martinez has a goofy Cuban friend, Quito (who’s awfully cute in his mall Santa suit), distracting her from her night-shift restocking job. But Aracely has a long-held secret, which her supervisor at the store, Jacob Thinnes, is holding over her head to make her do his bidding.

Which is too much bidding.

Enter Aracely’s oldest friends: Alice Chalmers, Georgette Jones and Julie Bowers. The group’s “Venus Warrior” bond from the 2003 production of The Venus Monologues at Garden Beach Community College is still very strong, and these women are ready, willing, and able to kick some butt to help Aracely out of her difficult bind. Join Aracely’s “Three Wise Women” plus her ever-present trickster hunk, Quito, in one adventure after another as they work against the odds to give Aracely a fabulous, nearly impossible Christmas gift: the life of her dreams.

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Amy GettingerAbout the Author:
Amy Gettinger, once a community college ESL instructor, now writes novels and reader’s theater plays and coaches Reader’s Theater for Seniors. She’s a member of the Los Angeles Poets and Writers Collective. She lives in Orange County, California underneath a eucalyptus windrow full of parrots and crows. For fun, she walks the local beach cliff path with her husband and dogs–and thinks up perfectly ridiculous characters and crimes to write about.

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Running in Snow:
A Holiday Novella
by Renee Regent
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romance

Two heartwarming tales of love and redemption. And snow.

 Noelle’s Promise

 Does your past define the future?

Noelle has one cardinal rule─never, ever celebrate the holidays. But now she’s promised to spend them with her boyfriend, Logan, and his extended family. As the festivities begin, bad memories surface. She manages to suppress her anxiety and join in the celebrations, until an unexpected incident sends her fleeing into the night. Can she overcome her past before it ruins her future?

 Eve’s Hope

Can a holiday be unlucky every year?

When her heater goes out in the middle of a rare Atlanta snowstorm, reclusive Eve accepts the invitation to her handsome neighbor’s party. Expecting to be bored to tears, she encounters a few surprises before the countdown to midnight begins. Can she survive just one New Year’s Eve without her bad luck kicking in?

A lifelong entrepreneur, Renee Regent spent most of her life writing for business, but never lost her love of writing stories. Being an incurable romantic, she now writes stories about mismatched people who beat the odds to be together, with a surprising twist or two.

Renee lives in Atlanta with her husband, three cats and four turtles. When not working or writing, she can be found sitting on her deck enjoying nature. Wine may or may not be involved….

 

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No One But You

Tessa Levy

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Publisher: Filament Publishing

ISBN: 978-1912256051

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The book is a fictional account of a young girl’s story based on the true life of Tessa Levy, the author, who co-wrote the book with her youngest daughter Shelley Cassidy. From the post-war East End of London, to the high life of America and back again. It portrays a young girl’s yearning for adventure and opportunity and ultimately love, on both sides of the Atlantic.

Tessa, the main character, was the youngest child of a large family and had the responsibility of caring for her beloved dying mother. When her father secretly marries another woman, who moves into their home with her three children, Tessa’s world is shattered. She seeks solace from distant cousins whom she has never met in America, with whom she secretly commences correspondence. She reveals her situation and she is invited to stay with her cousins.

At the tender age of 17, she sets off on the adventure of a lifetime. A year and a half later, she returns to England as a glamorous young women, having fallen in love for the first time. However, she crosses the cultural divide and struggles to resettle, despite her family’s best efforts to reintegrate her into their Jewish community in London. Eventually meeting the man she will marry, she suffers another painful premature family death.

She embarks on motherhood and a career, which she loves and excels at. However, life continues to challenge her happiness and she finds herself torn between the two loves of her life: the handsome, poetic and artistic Gus in America, and the charismatic, successful, but disloyal David in England, both so very different.

Once again, the Atlantic splits her heart. Her romantic adventure, back and forth between the two countries, ultimately answer the underlying theme of the book; whether it is possible to love two men in one life.

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Tessa Levy was born in the in the East End of London, as the youngest of six children in a Jewish family; Russian immigrants to England before the Second World War. The author, like her brothers in the fashion business and her husband in the nightclub trade of Soho, made a success of her antique business – a truly entrepreneurial woman in an era when business was dominated by men – specialising in Imari porcelain and creating an established presence in the Kensington Pavilion.

Now in her 80s, Tessa resides in West London, opposite Hyde Park, and maintains one foot on either side of the pond. No One But You is Tessa Levy’s first book, based on real events, which brings to light a topical immigrant family story of displacement, hardship, disease and death, but also of inclusion, friendship, love and success. It crosses the divide not only between two cultural differences, but also two faiths and families.

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Title: CHRISTMAS IN ICICLE FALLS
Author: Sheila Roberts
Publisher: Harlequin Mira
Pages: 368
Genre: Women’s Fiction

When Muriel Sterling released her new book, A Guide to Happy Holidaysshe felt like the queen of Christmas. She’s thrilled when the new tree she ordered online arrives and is eager to show it off—until she gets it out of the box and realizes it’s a mangy dud. But rather than give up on the ugly tree, Muriel decides to make a project out of it. As she pretties up her tree, she realizes there’s a lesson to be learned: everything and everyone has potential. Maybe even her old friend Arnie, who’s loved her for years. Except, she’s not the only one seeing Arnie’s potential…

Meanwhile, Muriel’s ugly-tree project has also inspired her friends. Sienna Moreno is trying to bring out the best in the grouchy man next door, who hates noise, hates kids and hates his new neighbors. And while Olivia Claussen would love to send her obnoxious new daughter-in-law packing, she’s adjusting her attitude and trying to discover what her son sees in the girl. If these women can learn to see the beauty in the “ugly trees” in their lives, perhaps this might turn out to be the happiest holiday yet.

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Chapter One
“This is the time of year to give
thanks for all the wonderful people in our lives.”
– A Guide to
Happy Holidays
by Muriel Sterling
–      
Thanksgiving, a day to spend with family, to give
thanks for all your blessings, to … have a close encounter with your cranky
neighbor’s shrubbery. Oh, yes, this was how Sienna Marks wanted to start her
day.
Why, oh, why, had she ventured out in her car on an
icy street to go to the grocery store for more milk when she could have asked
her cousin Rita Reyes to bring it? Rita’s husband Tito worked at the Safeway
meat department. He could have picked up a gallon.
But oh, no. She had to go out on her cheap
no-weather tires. She should have stretched her budget a little further and
gotten those snow tires like Rita had told her to do. “Here in the mountains
you want snow tires,” Rita had said.
Yes, she did, especially now as she was skidding
toward Mr. Cratchett’s front yard.
“We’re gonna die!” her nine – year old son Leo
cried and clapped his hands over his eyes as they slid up and over Mr.
Cratchett’s juniper bush. Sienna could hear the branches crunching under them,
the bush equivalent of breaking bones. Madre de Dios!
The good news was, the bush brought her to a stop.
The bad news was she was stopped right in front of Mr. Cratchett’s house.
Maybe she hadn’t damaged the bush too much. “It’s
okay, honey. We’re fine,” she assured her son, and got out of the car on shaky
legs. She probably couldn’t say the same for Mr. Cratchett’s landscaping.
She was barely out of her car before her neighbor
stormed down the walk, an ancient navy pea coat thrown on over pajama bottoms
stuffed into boots, a knitted cap pulled over his sparse gray hair. He was
scowling. Great.
“What have you done to my juniper bush?” he
demanded.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Cratchett. “I hit a slippery
spot.”
“You shouldn’t be out if you don’t know how to
drive in the snow,” Cratchett growled.
She wasn’t sure how she’d learn to drive in the
snow if she didn’t get out in it but she decided this wasn’t the time for that
observation.
He leaned over the bush like a detective examining
a corpse. “This thing will never come back. You’ve damaged it beyond repair.”
“I’ll buy you a new one come spring,” Sienna
promised.
“You certainly will,” he snapped. “If you don’t,
you’ll be hearing from my lawyer. You’re becoming a real nuisance.”
“So are you,” she muttered as she got back into her
car.
“He’s mad,” Leo observed.
There was an understatement. “It’s okay,” she said
as much to herself as her son. She put the car into gear, held her breath and
inched toward their driveway. The car swayed as they turned in. Ooooh.
“I want to get out,” Leo said.
“Stay put. We’re fine.” She bit her lip as she
braked – oh, so gently – and the car fishtailed to a stop right before she hit
the garage door.
She let out her breath. There. Something to be
thankful for.
She could see Cratchett standing on his front walk,
glaring at her. “You shouldn’t be driving,” he called.
Yeah, well, neither should he. She’d seen him
behind the wheel and he was scary even when there wasn’t snow. Honestly, what
had she ever done to deserve inheriting him?
“Just lucky, I guess,” teased her cousin Rita later
as Sienna recounted her day’s adventures to her family over their evening
Thanksgiving feast.
There were plenty of people present to enjoy it –
Rita, her husband Tito and their toddler Linda were present along with Sienna’s
tia, Mami Lucy and Tito’s sister and brother-in-law and their two small
children. It was Sienna’s first holiday celebration in her new house and she
loved being able to fill it with company.
Especially on Thanksgiving, which was her favorite
holiday. The food – turkey and pork, tamales, Mami’s arroz con gandules,
coquito and flan for dessert, the music – salsa, merengue, and bachata, and, of
course, time with family. With her parents and two brothers still in L.A.
it was a comfort to be able to have her aunt and cousin living in the same town.
It was also nice to have them right here to complain to.
No, wait. No complaining on Thanksgiving. She was
simply venting. Justifiably venting. “I mean it’s not like I meant to run over
Mr. Cratchett’s juniper bush.”
“You didn’t exactly get practice driving in snow
down in L.A.” Rita said
consolingly.

“That man.” She shook her head in disgust as she helped herself to more
fruit salad. “Neighbors should come with a warning label.”

“This one should have,” Sienna said. “He shouldn’t
be allowed to have neighbors. He should be hermit. Actually, he’s already close
to one. He hardly ever comes out of that big, overgrown house of his except to
yell at me.” Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration.
Or not.
“Mr. Cratchett’s mean to me, too, Mommy,” put in
Leo.
Tito shook his head. “Threatening to call the cops
over a baseball through the window.”
“I didn’t do that,” Leo declared hotly. “It was
Tommie Haskell. Tommy said it was me.”
Poor Leo had taken the fall and Sienna had bought
Mr. Cratchett a new window.
“Culo,” muttered Tito. “I should have come over and
taken a baseball to the old dude’s head.”
Tito’s sister pointed her fork at him. “Then he
really would have called the cops.”
“He’s been there, done that,” Sienna said.
“Remember?”
“Yes, making such a stink when we had your
housewarming party,” Rita said in disgust. “Too loud my ass. It was barely
nine.”
“Maybe that’s what got us started on the wrong
foot,” Sienna mused.
Tito frowned and shook his head. “No. The dude’s a
cabrón.”
“Oh, well. Let’s not think about him anymore,”
Sienna said. There were plenty of nice people in town to make up for her
un-neighborly neighbor. She liked Rita’s boss, Charley Masters, who owned
Zelda’s restaurant, and Bailey Black, who owned a teashop, was quickly becoming
a good friend. Pat York, her boss at Mountain Escape Books was great, and Pat’s
friends had all taken her under their wings.
“Good idea,” agreed Rita. “Pass the tamales.”
Venting finished, Sienna went back to concentrating
on counting her blessings. So she didn’t have husband. (Who wanted a creep who
walked away when the going got tough, anyway?) She had her family, new friends,
a wonderful job and a pretty house. It wasn’t as big as Cratchett’s corner lot
mansion – nobody’s was – but it had three bedrooms, two baths, and a kitchen
with lots of cupboard space, and it was all hers. Or it would be in thirty
years. And she had the sweetest son a woman could ask for. Her life was good,
so more complaining, er, venting.
 
Olivia Wallace’s feet hurt. So did her back. For that
matter, so did her head. Serving Thanksgiving dinner to all her guests at the
Icicle Creek Lodge was an exhausting undertaking, even with help.
Thank God she’d had help. Although one particular
‘helper,” her new daughter-in-law, had been about as helpful as a road block.
“I was a waitress at the Full Table Buffet,” Meadow
had bragged. “No problemo.”
She’d showed off her experience by setting the
tables wrong, spilling gravy in a customer’s lap and then swearing at him when
he got upset with her. She’d capped the day off by leaving halfway through
serving the main course.
“Meadow doesn’t feel good,” Olivia’s son Brandon
had explained.
Meadow didn’t feel good? Olivia hadn’t
felt so good herself. She’d been nursing a headache for days. (Perhaps it had
something to do with the arrival of her new daughter-law?) But running an inn
was not much different than show business. The show must go on.
And so it had, but Olivia was still feeling more
than a little cranky about the performance of one particular player. “Whatever
did he see in her?” she complained to her husband as James rubbed her tired
feet. Besides the obvious. The girl was pretty – in a brassy, exotic way. Brandon
had always dated good-looking women.
James wisely didn’t answer.
Olivia had been longing to see her baby boy married
for years, but she hadn’t expected him to sneak off to Vegas to do it. She
certainly hadn’t expected him to commit so quickly, before anyone hardly had a
chance to get to know her. Before he hardly even had a chance to get
to know her!
Brandon
had met Meadow when he was skiing. She’d been hanging out at the ski lodge at Crystal
Mountain after her first ski lesson
and there was poor, unsuspecting Brandon.
They’d wound up having dinner together and then spent the night partying. That
had been the beginning of private ski lessons followed by private parties for
two. And then it was, “Oops, I’m pregnant.” And that was followed by,
“Surprise, we’re married.” Of course, all this had taken place quite
clandestinely. He’d only known this girl a few months. Months! And never said
anything about her. Now, suddenly, here they were married. And, well, here they
were.
Not that Olivia wasn’t happy to have her wandering
boy home again, ready to help run the family business. It was just that the woman
he’d brought with him was taking some getting used to. Actually, a lot of
getting used to.
The couple had started out living in Seattle
and Brandon had settled down and
gotten a job working for large company that was slowly taking over the city.
The benefits were great, but the hours were long, and Meadow had complained. So
he’d called Mom and suggested coming back. The lodge would be passed on to him
and Eric anyway, so of course, she’d gotten a little suite ready for them, one
similar to what her older son Eric and his wife had, making them all one big,
happy family.
With a cuckoo in the nest.
“She tricked him into marrying her, I’m sure,”
Olivia muttered.
Olivia’s second son had always been a bit of a
ladies’ man, but she’d never known Brandon
to be irresponsible. The idea that he’d gotten someone pregnant – someone he
barely knew and who so clearly was not his type – didn’t make sense to her at
all. It was just so unlike him, In fact, the more she thought about it
after hearing the news the more she couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that
the whole pregnancy thing had been a ploy to pin Brandon
down. Olivia’s suspicion only grew when, a few weeks after they were married
they told her the pregnancy had ended. It was a terrible thing to think, and
yet Olivia couldn’t shake the feeling that there probably hadn’t even been a
baby – only a trashy girl looking to snag a good-looking man and some financial
security. How had she been able to afford ski lessons, anyway?
Okay, she had to admit that Brandon
did seem smitten with Meadow. So there had to be something hiding
behind the trashy clothes, the lack of manners, the self-centeredness, and haze
of smoke from her E-cigarettes. Such a filthy habit, smoking, and so bad for
your health.
“I’d rather smoke than be fat,” Meadow had said to
Olivia when she had – politely – brought up the subject.
Olivia was a little on the pudgy side. Was that a
slur?
Not only did Meadow appear to disapprove of
Olivia’s looks, she obviously disapproved of her decorating skills. The first
thing out of her mouth when she’d seen the lodge had been, “Whoa, look at these
granny carpets.”
Granny carpets indeed! Those rose patterned carpets
were classic, and they’d cost Olivia a small fortune when she first put them
in. Plus, they complemented the many antiques Olivia had in the lobby and the
guest rooms. Well, all right. So the girl had different tastes. (Obviously she
wouldn’t know an antique if she tripped over one.) But did she have to be so …
vocal?
She’d hardly raved over the small apartment that
Olivia had given her and Brandon. She’d walked into the bedroom and frowned.
“Where’s the closet?”
Olivia had pointed to the German antique pine
armoire and said, “This is it. It’s a Shrank.”
“A what?”
“For your clothes.”
“I’m supposed to fit all my clothes in there?”
Taking in Meadow’s skimpy skirt and midriff-bearing
top, Olivia had doubted that her clothes would take up much room. “I’m sure Brandon
can remodel for you,” Olivia had said stiffly.
“I hope so.” Meadow had drifted over to the window
and looked out. “Wow, that’s some view.”
At least she’d appreciated the view.
“It’s gonna be really cool living here,” she’d
said, and Olivia almost warmed to her until she added, “Once we fix this place
up.”
“So what do you think of Meadow?” Brandon
had asked after the first he brought her home to meet Mom.
By then they were already married. It had been too
late to say what she really thought. “Wasn’t this a little fast? I always
thought we’d have a wedding.” I always thought you’d pick someone we wanted
you to marry.
That was when he’d blushed and confessed that they
were pregnant. They’d wanted to get married anyway, so what the hell.
What the hell indeed.
“Dear, this isn’t like you,” James said, bringing
Olivia out of her unpleasant reverie. “You’re normally so kind-hearted and
welcoming.”
“I’ve welcomed her,” Olivia insisted. She’d given
the girl a home here at the inn with the rest of the family. That was pretty
welcoming.
But you haven’t exactly taken her in with open
arms.
The thought gave her conscience a sharp poke and
she squirmed on the sofa. Her cat Muffin, who had been happily encamped on her
lap, meowed in protest.
“If only she was more like Brooke,” Olivia said as
if that excused her attitude. “At least Eric got it right.” Brooke was refined
and well educated and loved the lodge. Not only did she truly want to be
helpful, she actually was. She and Olivia were on the same wave length.
James couldn’t help smiling at the mention of his
daughter. It had been Brooke who was responsible for James and Olivia meeting.
“No one’s like Brooke,” he said proudly.
“She is one of a kind, just like her daddy.”
James, who had spent most of his life playing Santa
Claus, was as close to the real deal as a man could come. With his snowy white
hair and beard, husky build and caring smile, he embodied the very spirit of
Christmas.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said, and gave her poor,
tired foot a pat. “But, getting back to the subject of Meadow, I’m sure she has
many redeeming qualities. All you have to do is look for them.”
“With a magnifying glass.”
“Olivia,” he gently chided.
“You’re right. I’m just having such a hard time
warming to the girl.”
“I know. But this is the woman Brandon
has chosen.”
Olivia sighed. “Yes, and I need to make more of an
effort for his sake.”
And she would. Tomorrow was
another day.
Another busy day. They’d be decorating the lodge
for the holidays. Meadow had been excited over the prospect and assured Olivia
she loved to decorate. Hopefully, she’d be better at that than she was at
helping serve food.
The next morning, Eric was knocking on the door of
Olivia’s little apartment in the lodge. “We ready to do this?” he asked James.
“Yep. Let’s start hauling up the holidays.”
There was plenty to haul up from the huge basement
storeroom where Olivia kept the holiday decorations – ornaments to go on the
eight-foot noble fir they’d purchased for one corner of the lobby as well as
ones for the tree in the dining room, snow globes and red ribbons for the
fireplace mantel and, of course, the antique sleigh which would sit right in
the center of the lobby. It was a favorite with their guests and people were
constantly taking pictures of it. There were stuffed Teddy bears and antique
dolls to ride in the sleigh, mistletoe to hang in the hallways, and silk poinsettias
to be placed on the reception desk. Decorating the inn was an all hands on deck
day.
“Where’s your brother?” Olivia asked as he set down
the box of toys for the sleigh.
“He’s coming. Meadow’s just now getting up. They
closed down The Man Cave last night and she’s pooped.”
So, she’d recovered from her earlier illness. How
convenient. “Maybe she’s too tired to help,” Olivia said hopefully. Playing
pool all night could be exhausting.
No such luck. Fifteen minutes later
Olivia and Brooke were sorting through the first bin of decorations when Meadow
dragged herself into the lobby accompanied by Brandon.
She was wearing tight, ripped jeans, complimented with a sheer blouse hanging
loose over a low cut red camisole which perfectly matched the patch of hair she’d
died red. The rest was a color of blonde that made Olivia think of lightbulbs.
Olivia could just see the tip of the wings on the butterfly Meadow had tattooed
over her right breast peeking over the top of the camisole. She made a shocking
contrast to Brooke with her soft brown hair and tasteful clothes. Now almost
eight months pregnant, she was wearing a long, gray sweater accented with a
blue silk scarf over her black maternity leggings and gray ankle boots. Meadow
even looked like a total mismatch with Brandon, who was in jeans and a casual,
button down black plaid shirt.
“I feel like shit,” she confessed. “I think those
fish tacos were off.” She shook her head. “Now I know what they mean when they
say toss your tacos.”
The queen of refinement this girl was not. To think
Brandon could have had sweet little
Bailey Black for a daughter-in-law if only he’d gotten with the program. Bailey
had carried a torch for him for years. Too late now. She was happily married.
And Brandon was … trapped. So were
the rest of them.
You’re going to have to make the best of it,
Olivia reminded herself. Her son loved his new wife. He’d obviously seen
something in her. She probably would too. If she looked harder.
James and Eric arrived in the lobby bearing more
decorations. “You’re just in time,” Eric told his brother. “You can help me
haul in the sleigh.”
Brandon
nodded and followed the men back out.
Olivia pasted a smile on her face. “Well, girls,
let’s get started.”
“All right. This is going to be fun,” Meadow said
eagerly, and opened a bin.
Eager and excited to help, that was commendable.
Meadow pulled out a pink ribbon ball holding a
sprig of silk mistletoe and made a face. “What the hell is this?”
“It’s mistletoe,” Olivia explained.
“Mistletoe.” Meadow said it like it was a foreign
language.
“You’ve heard of mistletoe, right?” Brooke prompted
and Meadow shook her head.
Both Olivia and Brooke stared at her in amazement.
“So, what is it?”
“You hang it up and then when you catch someone
under it you kiss him,” Brooke explained.
Meadow shook her head. “Why do you need a plant for
that? If you want to kiss a guy just kiss him!”
Good Lord. The child was a complete Philistine.
Brooke smiled. “It’s a fun, little tradition people
enjoy.”
“Whatever,” Meadow said, unimpressed.
She was impressed with the sleigh though. “Wow,
that’s epic.” The minute the men had set it down she climbed into it and tossed
Brandon her cell phone. “Take my
picture, babe,” she commanded and struck a rapper girl pose, complete with the
weird finger thing and the pout.
An older couple was walking through the lobby, and
the husband stopped to enjoy the moment. “Now there’s my kind of Christmas
present,” he joked.
His wife, not seeing the humor, grabbed his arm and
got him moving again. “Tacky,” she hissed.
Meadow flipped her off and Olivia’s cheeks heated.
Dear Santa, please bring me an extra dose of
patience. I’m going to need it.

 

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USA Today best-selling author Sheila Roberts has seen her books published in multiple languages and made into movies. She lives in the Pacific Northwest, dividing her time between a waterfront condo and a beach home. When she’s not on the tennis courts or partying with friends she can be found writing about those things dear to women’s hearts: family, friends, and chocolate.

Her latest women’s fiction is Christmas in Icicle Falls.

 

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Women’s Fiction
Date Published: October 24, 2017
 
Coming home to catch her husband with his face between the long, silky legs of another woman is the last thing Sofia expects—and on today of all days. So, after scratching an expletive into his Porsche and setting the cheating bastard’s clothes on fire, she cranks up her beloved Bruce and flees, vowing never to look back.
 
Seeking solace in the peaceful beachside town of Bradley Beach, NJ, Sof is determined to start over. And, with the help of best friends, new acquaintances, a sexy neighbor, and the powerful songs of Springsteen, this may be the place where her wounds can heal. But, as if she hasn’t faced her share of life’s challenges, a final flurry of obstacles awaits.
 
In order to head courageously toward the future, Sofia must first let go of her past, find freedom, and mend her broken soul.
 
 

The sighs from my supposed-to-be-empty bedroom grow into moans, and my pulse thuds in my temples. I know the dark place might suck me in if I’m not careful, but I can’t stop myself from looking.

 I peer through the half-open door. My husband crouches naked on the bed with his face buried between long, shapely legs. Gorgeous, oddly-familiar legs.

“Oooh, oooh,” groans the owner of the silky limbs.

“Mmm, mmmmm,” answers Jerome. His rear wags from side to side. The two bald spots in the center of his butt cheeks stare at me, and my skin tingles the way it did when I drew too close to the sparklers little Benjamin played with on the fourth of July.

The bed creaks. After twenty-six years the thing still makes the same noise. A chill winds its way up my back, and pain sears beneath my ribcage. My breaths rush in and out.

How can he? What the hell? In our bed. Today of all days.

Darkness grows, and flames erupt behind my eyelids. In a red fury, I howl and charge. I whoop again and bear down on the startled couple.

With a jolt, the name of the owner of the legs explodes into my mind.

Mandy.

I know Mandy. Sort of.

Jerome’s personal trainer. Mandy Malone.

I slip on the area rug and lose my balance. Oh, yes. I know Mandy. At the gym Christmas party Mandy’s hips sported a short, pink thing that appeared to be more like a headband than a skirt. The Christmas party was where I saw those legs before.

Mandy jumps out of bed and pulls the covers around her. She cowers in the corner. 

I’m not proud of what I do next. 

I grab a red high heel from the floor and climb to my feet. Taking aim, I hurl the shoe, but Jerome rolls away and the stiletto lands on the pillow. I reach for one of Jerome’s wing tips resting annoyingly on the floor beside a pair of red panties and matching bustier.  I launch the shoe, and the ever-athletic creep dodges and leaps from the bed. A pink rubber phallus lands with a thunk, and a yowl bursts from deep within me. “Sex toys. You’re using sex toys.” My hands grasp the floor lamp and level it like a spear.

“Sof, cut it out.” Jerome’s voice quavers, and he holds his hands over his privates.

Yanking the plug from the wall, I swing the lamp in a circle with no idea of what I’m doing, acting on instinct. I run towards him, but Jerome darts out of the way. The lamp smashes into the headboard, shattering bulbs and sending the pole flying from my hands. Shards of glass cover the bed and floor.

A tiny red mini-skirt and pink tank top catch my attention. My God, she must shop in the children’s department. And what an awful color combination.

 “Sof, this isn’t doing anyone any good. Can we talk?” He’s bobbing and weaving now, waiting for the next assault.

“Talk? Talk? What’s there to talk about?” My brain sizzles, and my thoughts stab mercilessly. I seize his belt from the floor and hurl it, grazing the top of his head. “Do you remember when we bought this bed?”

No answer leaves his lips.

“I do.” I snatch up his other wingtip, and this one catches him in the back. “We couldn’t afford it, but you wouldn’t take no for an answer. You said it would last a lifetime.” I rip at the all-cotton sheets, yanking them off the mattress. “I just bought these at Macy’s. I changed the bed yesterday. You told me polyester blends make you sweat. So does she!” I yell, jerking my arm towards the cowering blonde and fighting the fury twisting inside my gut.

Jerome approaches the closet. His hairy bare rear with its Orphan Annie blank orbs shines in the morning light. I tug on the curtains, and as the metal rod falls we both reach for it. He twists hard, and I let go causing him to lose his balance and send the pole clattering against the oak flooring. I swoop up the rod in a death grip and connect with the back of his knees. He falls to the rug and writhes in agony.

“Stop,” he shouts.

“Sure,” I say, launching myself on top of him and boxing his ears. “How’s this?”

He rolls to the side throwing me off, and my face plants onto the carpet. I scramble to my feet and collect the scattered clothing, stumbling down the hallway to the spare bedroom.

 

About the Author

Barbara Quinn is an award-winning short story writer and author of a variety of novels.
 
Her travels have taken her to forty-seven states and five continents where she’s encountered fascinating settings and inspiring people that populate her work.
 
Her many past jobs include lawyer, record shop owner, reporter, process server, lingerie sales clerk, waitress, and postal worker. She’s a native New Yorker with roots in the Bronx, Long Island, and Westchester. She currently resides with her husband in Bradley Beach, NJ and Holmes Beach, FL. She enjoys spending time with her son and his family and planning her next adventure. She wants to remind everyone that when you meet her, SHE’S NOT SHOUTING, SHE’S ITALIAN.
 
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The Crows of Beara

By Julie Christine Johnson

Genre: Fiction, Climate Fiction, Eco-Lit, Women’s Fiction

 Along the windswept coast of Ireland, a woman discovers the landscape of her own heart

When Annie Crowe travels from Seattle to a small Irish village to promote a new copper mine, her public relations career is hanging in the balance. Struggling to overcome her troubled past and a failing marriage, Annie is eager for a chance to rebuild her life.

Yet when she arrives on the remote Beara Peninsula, Annie learns that the mine would encroach on the nesting ground of an endangered bird, the Red-billed Chough, and many in the community are fiercely protective of this wild place. Among them is Daniel Savage, a local artist battling demons of his own, who has been recruited to help block the mine.

Despite their differences, Annie and Daniel find themselves drawn toward each other, and, inexplicably, they begin to hear the same voice–a strange, distant whisper of Gaelic, like sorrow blowing in the wind.

Guided by ancient mythology and challenged by modern problems, Annie must confront the half-truths she has been sent to spread and the lies she has been telling herself. Most of all, she must open her heart to the healing power of this rugged land and its people.

Beautifully crafted with environmental themes, a lyrical Irish setting, and a touch of magical realism, The Crows of Beara is a breathtaking novel of how the nature of place encompasses everything that we are.

It took him longer than he anticipated to find a space near the gallery’s back loading door and to bring the last of his pieces inside, but when Daniel walked into the gallery, Annie was standing transfixed in front of the sculpture he’d titled Grian/Gealach—Sunrise/Sunset—her hand reaching for the delicate spheres of metal. She withdrew her hand before touching the piece, though her body leaned in still.

“Go on. It’s all right,” he said over her shoulder, removing a pair of stained and torn leather work gloves.

She seemed not to register him. Then she turned and nodded at the gloves he clutched in one hand. “Do you work here?”

“I’m delivering pieces for the installation.” He waved around the exhibit space. “We’ve set up just a few so far, but they give you an idea.”

“Is the artist a friend of yours?”


“Some days, yes. Some days I really can’t stand the sight of the bastard. But mostly we get along.” He winked and motioned her toward the sculpture. “Really, it’s meant for all the senses, not just visual. Go on.”

She drew the tip of her finger down one large round of metal. It blazed like firelight, catching the dipping sun, but the metal was cool. “It’s beautiful.”

“I like for people to handle these pieces—I want them to feel the texture and temperature of the materials.” Annie turned in surprise, but Daniel pretended not to notice. “Fingerprints leave marks and oil—that’s a good thing, at least for my work. People change my art as much as I hope it changes them.”

“I didn’t know you were an artist.”

“I do the guiding to keep a steady income coming in, but this is meant to be my day job.”

Giant parcels wrapped in quilted moving blankets leaned against the walls; only one other piece had been unwrapped, a protective cover draped over the corners. It was a tall, narrow triptych of patinated metal with a background of aquamarine. Gracing the foreground was a long hawthorn stem of leaves and berries that shimmered and waved in a silhouette of red and gold.

“This is copper,” she said in wonder. “You work with copper.”

“Copper mostly. Some bronze, chrome. I’m just starting in with glass—studying with an artist out of a cooperative here in Kenmare.”

“But, Daniel. Copper.”

“Recycled copper. I use discarded materials, from building sites mostly. Ironic, right? I don’t want the mine in my backyard, but I’m willing to exploit it nonetheless—is that what you’re thinking? I’m not so naive as to think we shouldn’t have mining.”

He pulled the cover away from the sculpture’s sharp edges and let it drop to the floor. The hawthorn was in a cow pasture where he often sat, watching for the Red-billed Chough that foraged for seeds in the manure. “But in my own way, maybe I can show that the earth’s resources aren’t ours for the taking wherever, whenever we want. Art is a way to connect people with their environment without polarizing, without politicizing. It can be used to that purpose, but it belongs to everyone. I want my art to show nature as a cultural artifact. I made a very deliberate decision to use what’s already been taken from the earth—what had been stripped from Beara’s earth more than a century ago. Maybe that is my political statement.”

At that moment, hearing the words in his own voice, speaking his heart out loud, Daniel made his decision. But it was something he needed to sit with, to form more fully on his own. And he couldn’t forget, no matter how enchanting this woman was, who she was, why their paths had crossed. 

About the Author

Julie’s short stories and essays have appeared in several journals, including Emerge Literary Journal; Mud Season Review; Cirque: A Literary Journal of the North Pacific Rim; Cobalt; River Poets Journal, in the print anthologies Stories for Sendai; Up, Do: Flash Fiction by Women Writers; and Three Minus One: Stories of Love and Loss; and featured on the flash fiction podcast No Extra Words. She holds undergraduate degrees in French and Psychology and a Master’s in International Affairs. Julie leads writing workshops and seminars and offers story/developmental editing and writer coaching services. 

Named a “standout debut” by the Library Journal, “Very highly recommended” by Historical Novels Review and declared “Delicate and haunting, romantic and mystical” by bestselling author Greer Macallister, Julie’s debut novel In Another Life went into a second printing three days after its February 2, 2016 release. 

A finalist for The Siskiyou Prize for New Environmental Literature, judged by PEN/Faulkner author and Man Booker Award nominee Karen Joy Fowler, Julie’s second novel The Crows of Beara was acquired by Ashland Creek Press and will take flight on September 15, 2017.

A hiker, yogi, and wine geek, Julie makes her home on the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington state. 

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Heel Lead
by Dawn K. Henderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction

Because life is one big ballroom – and all we can do is dance… Former UK dance champion Caroline Elliott has two burning passions in her life: her sexy, young Spanish lover Antonio, and the weekly Ballroom dance class she teaches to a diverse group of enthusiastic locals in the small English town of Castleham where she lives. But Caroline has a problem. The numbers attending her class have dwindled, and unless she can somehow breathe new life into it, she will have no choice but to close it down. A dance display at the local Arts Festival might just be the perfect opportunity to showcase her students and pull in those much-needed new members. How difficult could it be? With the date of the display approaching, however, illness, affairs and relationship break-ups threaten to crush Caroline’s hopes. As she battles to keep rehearsals on track and soothe her students’ rampant nerves, she must also conquer the demons of a long-ago tragedy in her own life. Will she be able to let go of her fears and step into the spotlight once again? Heel Lead is an emotional, passionate and poignant story that entertains while it tugs at your heartstrings. In this short yet compelling novel, author Dawn K. Henderson presents a captivating tale of the power of love, dance and the ties that bind us.

Dawn K. Henderson: Storyteller, poet & author Goddess in training and ballroom diva (at least in her imagination) 12 years ago, Dawn walked into her first Ballroom dance class and the love affair began. Since then she has tango’d and quickstepped, waltzed and rumba’d through life. Although at the time of writing Heel Lead, she is without a permanent dance partner, she is fortunate enough to have good friends who lend her their men occasionally – she usually hands them back undamaged.

As D. K. Henderson, she is the author of The Skull Chronicles series of metaphysical adventure novels .

She lives and writes in the mystical, magical county of Wiltshire, England surrounded by crop circles, the ancient & mysterious stone monuments of Stonehenge and Avebury, and her own family of crystal skulls. When she isn’t wandering the ancient downlands that inspire her novels and poetry, you’ll probably find her pottering in the garden, foraging in the hedgerows or attempting a nifty Cha cha or elegant Waltz on the dance floor.

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Luna Rising

By Selene Castrovilla

Genre: Women’s Fiction

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Life begins at thirty-eight for Long Island mom and writer Luna Lampanelli, when she kicks her secretly gay husband to the curb. She’s got her freedom, but what she wants is love. Luna knows she doesn’t need a man to exist, but try telling that to her heart. Against the advice of Sunny, her snarky best friend, and Jiminy, the cautioning voice in Luna’s head who just won’t shut up, Luna sets course to find a mate. Luna speed and on-line dates her way into several short-lived, surreal relationships. There’s Ari, the humorless Israeli who refuses to assimilate – to America, and to humanity. There’s Alex, the young and handsome ex-crackhead who informs Luna he doesn’t want to be monogamous—while they’re in bed. There’s Memphis, the wild-eyed sadomasochist. There’s Red, angry and crippled, who becomes the catalyst for Luna to join Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous. But before Luna can proceed to recovery, she meets the elusive but oh so appealing Trip. He’s emotionally unavailable and has the Madonna-Whore Complex, but how can Luna (aka “whore”) let him go when she enjoys his dry wit so much, and his body even more? Humorously haunting and packed with unspeakable truths, Luna Rising follows a woman’s funny and heart-breaking struggle to relate with un-relatable men and an un-relatable world, and to figure out something even more un-relatable: herself.

“I’m gonna try dating again,” Luna told Joe, her boxing coach. They were doing pad work— jabbing, hooking, ducking, slipping and talking about love.

“Don’t do it. You ain’t ready,” he said. “Uppercuts!”

“Gee, thanks.” She drove her fists up into the pads until the bell rang.

“Rest. Hey, you want me to lie, or what?”

“Possibly.”

“What makes you all gung-ho to do this? You need to get laid?”

“No . . . well, I guess maybe yes . . . But that’s not it. I just feel good. I’ve been living alone for nine months. I’ve been okay.”

Not exactly true . . . she’d nearly fallen apart every time something in the house broke down. But she wanted to concentrate on the positive. She’d survived. That was positive.

“What’s your game plan?”

“I thought I’d try CraigsList.”

            “CraigsList? Are you shitting me? That’s where you buy a table, not get a date.”

            “Yesterday, I heard a guy on Howard Stern say he met someone on CraigsList. It was love at first sight.”

            “That’s ridiculous. That ain’t love.” The bell rang again. He held up his right pad. “Double hook. Twist on your heel!”

            Luna complied, or at least she thought she did.

            “TWIST!” he hollered. “Holy shit, for months I been telling you to twist. What does it take?”

            She tried again. She responded to being yelled at. “Better,” he said. “Twenty. Go!”

            Luna twisted and thudded, twisted and thudded. In the background Cher crooned “If I Could Turn Back Time.”

Joe said, “It took me six or seven years to fall in love with my wife.”

            Luna almost fell over mid-twist. “Really?”

            “Yeah. In the beginning I would’ve told you it could never happen. But people can grow on you.”

Twist, thud, twist, thud.

Over and over, catching Joe’s steady blue eyes in-between each move.

Then he said, “Love is a consequence.”

             Twist, thud¸ twist, thud. “That’s an unusual concept,” she said.

            “It’s true,” he said. Then he said, “Jab, jab, double left uppercut.”

            She struck the pads silently for a few moments. Consequence seemed almost a dirty word, although she didn’t know why. Maybe it was too grown up.

            Luna liked the immediate.

            She asked, “What about the Zen saying, ‘leap and the net will appear?’”

            Joe said, “You’re mixing metaphors. Jab, jab, right, right uppercut.”

            Thud, thud. “Am I?” Thud, Thud.

            He laughed. “What the hell do I know about metaphors? Sounded good, though.”

            The bell rang. Joe yanked off Luna’s gloves, tossed them to the corner under the mirror, ripped the Velcro seal on her wraps and unraveled her. The wraps landed in a heap at her feet. “Let’s go,” he said.

            He put a thirty-pound weight on what Luna called “the butt machine” and motioned her on. She stepped onto the platform, bent under the shoulder lift, spread her feet so they were centered, pulled the safety bar out and pushed up, lifting the weight on her shoulders.

            Lift, squat. Lift, squat. The first couple were never bad. She said, “Don’t you at least believe in unconditional love?”

            “The only unconditional love we have is for our kids.”

            Up, down. Up, down.

            By the fourth she was feeling the strain in her thighs and her rear. She felt it in her chest too, which stopped her from responding.

            Up, down. Up, down.

            Up, down. Up, down.

            Her legs were trembling. “Jesus, Joe…” she managed.

            He said, “Jesus wasn’t really sacrificing anything to die for our sins. He knew he was going to heaven. I don’t have that kind of faith.”

            Up, down. Up, down.

            Up, down. Up, down.

            Was he even keeping count here?  “I have to stop,” she told him.

            “Two more.”

            Up. “Uhhhh!” Down. “Uhhhh!”

            Up. “Uhhhh!” Down. “Uhhhh!”

            “And rest,” Joe said.

            Luna slid the locking bar forward and moved out from under the shoulder rest. She wobbled down.

            That’s why she paid him – she’d never push herself this far.

            She leaned against the machine for support. In between recuperating huffs she said, “So you’re saying even Jesus didn’t offer unconditional love?”

            “I’m saying he had nothing to lose. It was a no-brainer for him.”

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Selene Castrovilla debuts in women’s fiction with Luna Rising, but she’s no stranger to publishing. An award-winning teen and children’s author, Selene believes that through all trends, humanity remains at the core of literature. Her novel Melt, Book One of the Rough Romance Trilogy, received six honors including the IndieReader Discovery Award Grand Prize for Fiction. Revolutionary Friends: General George Washington and the Marquis de Lafayette, her third nonfiction picture book about the American Revolution, was the recipient of four awards including Booklist Top Ten Biography for Youth, International School Librarians’ Honor Book and Eureka! California Reading Association Honor Book. A companion book, Revolutionary Rogues: John André and Benedict Arnold, is hot off the presses. Selene holds an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from The New School and a B.A. in English from New York University. She lives on Long Island with her two sons and too many cats, where she sits on her deck in the summer, fall and spring (and at her picture window in the winter) and writes. She loves the color purple and coffee. Selene plays well with others, but with words even better. She is so grateful to do what she loves. National Book Award winner Jacqueline Woodson calls Selene “a writer worth watching.” Visit www.SeleneCastrovilla.com.

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Marilyn Baron
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Women’s Fiction, Crime Fiction, Cozy Mystery
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Publication Date: September 13, 2017
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In Marilyn Baron’s The Alibi, a cover-up could cost heroine Merritt Saxe her life.
Merritt Saxe, newly hired public relations specialist with the Florida prison system, answers an urgent plea from their division’s director, Willard Ware Baintree. Following his orders, she finds him in the apartment of his mistress, his bloody T-shirt and the mistress’s dead body convincing her the criminal justice superstar is himself a criminal. The director claims he didn’t kill the woman and coerces Merritt into being his alibi.
Meanwhile, as the director pulls her farther into his web of lies, Merritt breaks with her longstanding boyfriend and begins a steamy relationship with hunky attorney Israel Goodspeed, whose brother works for the director. Yet how can she trust Israel with her secret or her heart when she suspects the director has been orchestrating their relationship to keep her in line? Speaking out about the cover-up could cost her more than time in jail…it could cost her life.

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Marilyn Baron writes in a variety of genres, from humorous coming-of-middle age women’s fiction to historical romantic thrillers and romantic suspense to paranormal/fantasy. She’s published 13 novels with The Wild Rose Press, five short stories with TWB Press and self-published three books. AmazonEncore republished her book Sixth Sense on September 15, 2015. She’s received writing awards in Single Title, Suspense Romance, Novel With Strong Romantic Elements and Paranormal//Fantasy Romance. She is a Georgia Romance Writers (GRW) Maggie Award winner. She is the Finalist in the 2017 Georgia Author of the Year Award for Stumble Stones: A Novel in the Romance Category. She’s a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and GRW and winner of the GRW 2009 Chapter Service Award. A public relations consultant in Atlanta, Marilyn graduated with a BS in Journalism and a minor in Creative Writing from the University of Florida. She worked in Public Relations for AT&T in Atlanta for 13 years before starting her own PR firm. She serves on the 2017-18 Roswell Reads Steering Committee. She was selected as a featured author in the 2016 Atlanta Authors Series. She presented on a panel at the 2017 AJC-Decatur Book Festival (the largest independent book festival in the country) on September 3, 2017. Read more about Marilyn at http://www.marilynbaron.com.
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The Crows of Beara

By Julie Christine Johnson

Genre: Fiction, Climate Fiction, Eco-Lit, Women’s Fiction

 Along the windswept coast of Ireland,

a woman discovers the landscape of her own heart

When Annie Crowe travels from Seattle to a small Irish village to promote a new copper mine, her public relations career is hanging in the balance. Struggling to overcome her troubled past and a failing marriage, Annie is eager for a chance to rebuild her life.

Yet when she arrives on the remote Beara Peninsula, Annie learns that the mine would encroach on the nesting ground of an endangered bird, the Red-billed Chough, and many in the community are fiercely protective of this wild place. Among them is Daniel Savage, a local artist battling demons of his own, who has been recruited to help block the mine.

Despite their differences, Annie and Daniel find themselves drawn toward each other, and, inexplicably, they begin to hear the same voice–a strange, distant whisper of Gaelic, like sorrow blowing in the wind.

Guided by ancient mythology and challenged by modern problems, Annie must confront the half-truths she has been sent to spread and the lies she has been telling herself. Most of all, she must open her heart to the healing power of this rugged land and its people.

Beautifully crafted with environmental themes, a lyrical Irish setting, and a touch of magical realism, The Crows of Beara is a breathtaking novel of how the nature of place encompasses everything that we are.


It took him longer than he anticipated to find a space near the gallery’s back loading door and to bring the last of his pieces inside, but when Daniel walked into the gallery, Annie was standing transfixed in front of the sculpture he’d titled Grian/Gealach—Sunrise/Sunset—her hand reaching for the delicate spheres of metal. She withdrew her hand before touching the piece, though her body leaned in still.

“Go on. It’s all right,” he said over her shoulder, removing a pair of stained and torn leather work gloves.

She seemed not to register him. Then she turned and nodded at the gloves he clutched in one hand. “Do you work here?”

“I’m delivering pieces for the installation.” He waved around the exhibit space. “We’ve set up just a few so far, but they give you an idea.”

“Is the artist a friend of yours?”


“Some days, yes. Some days I really can’t stand the sight of the bastard. But mostly we get along.” He winked and motioned her toward the sculpture. “Really, it’s meant for all the senses, not just visual. Go on.”

She drew the tip of her finger down one large round of metal. It blazed like firelight, catching the dipping sun, but the metal was cool. “It’s beautiful.”

“I like for people to handle these pieces—I want them to feel the texture and temperature of the materials.” Annie turned in surprise, but Daniel pretended not to notice. “Fingerprints leave marks and oil—that’s a good thing, at least for my work. People change my art as much as I hope it changes them.”

“I didn’t know you were an artist.”

“I do the guiding to keep a steady income coming in, but this is meant to be my day job.”

Giant parcels wrapped in quilted moving blankets leaned against the walls; only one other piece had been unwrapped, a protective cover draped over the corners. It was a tall, narrow triptych of patinated metal with a background of aquamarine. Gracing the foreground was a long hawthorn stem of leaves and berries that shimmered and waved in a silhouette of red and gold.

“This is copper,” she said in wonder. “You work with copper.”

“Copper mostly. Some bronze, chrome. I’m just starting in with glass—studying with an artist out of a cooperative here in Kenmare.”

“But, Daniel. Copper.”

“Recycled copper. I use discarded materials, from building sites mostly. Ironic, right? I don’t want the mine in my backyard, but I’m willing to exploit it nonetheless—is that what you’re thinking? I’m not so naive as to think we shouldn’t have mining.”

He pulled the cover away from the sculpture’s sharp edges and let it drop to the floor. The hawthorn was in a cow pasture where he often sat, watching for the Red-billed Chough that foraged for seeds in the manure. “But in my own way, maybe I can show that the earth’s resources aren’t ours for the taking wherever, whenever we want. Art is a way to connect people with their environment without polarizing, without politicizing. It can be used to that purpose, but it belongs to everyone. I want my art to show nature as a cultural artifact. I made a very deliberate decision to use what’s already been taken from the earth—what had been stripped from Beara’s earth more than a century ago. Maybe that is my political statement.”

At that moment, hearing the words in his own voice, speaking his heart out loud, Daniel made his decision. But it was something he needed to sit with, to form more fully on his own. And he couldn’t forget, no matter how enchanting this woman was, who she was, why their paths had crossed. 

 

About the Author

Julie’s short stories and essays have appeared in several journals, including Emerge Literary Journal; Mud Season Review; Cirque: A Literary Journal of the North Pacific Rim; Cobalt; River Poets Journal, in the print anthologies Stories for Sendai; Up, Do: Flash Fiction by Women Writers; and Three Minus One: Stories of Love and Loss; and featured on the flash fiction podcast No Extra Words. She holds undergraduate degrees in French and Psychology and a Master’s in International Affairs. Julie leads writing workshops and seminars and offers story/developmental editing and writer coaching services. 

Named a “standout debut” by the Library Journal, “Very highly recommended” by Historical Novels Review and declared “Delicate and haunting, romantic and mystical” by bestselling author Greer Macallister, Julie’s debut novel In Another Life went into a second printing three days after its February 2, 2016 release. 

A finalist for The Siskiyou Prize for New Environmental Literature, judged by PEN/Faulkner author and Man Booker Award nominee Karen Joy Fowler, Julie’s second novel The Crows of Beara was acquired by Ashland Creek Press and will take flight on September 15, 2017.

A hiker, yogi, and wine geek, Julie makes her home on the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington state. 

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Title: Until Ray

Author: Cheryl Robinson

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Two people in the same city but worlds apart.

Until Ray is an unconventional love story of how two young people transitioning into adulthood find each other and develop a bond that will be tested through three decades.

HE IS LOST…

Ray lives in northwest Detroit in a four-family flat with his mother. When he’s not at home, Ray’s either at the mall selling women’s shoes or in the club. In both places, he’s focused on one thing—picking up women. Dissatisfied, dysfunctional, and leagues behind his peers, Ray’s ready for a change but isn’t sure how to make it happen.

THEN SHE ARRIVES…

At twenty-four, Sarita has an MBA, is a CPA, and works in upper-level management at GM. But all that success comes at a cost: she’s lonely and craves the one thing she’s never had—attention from men. Until now. Dr. Graham Emerson wants to marry Sarita, and her parents expect her to, but Sarita isn’t convinced he’s the one for her. On a blind date, she meets Ray Saint and is immediately drawn in by his good looks and sense of humor. But his reputation for being a ladies’ man raises several red flags. Ray swears he’s changed. Is giving up a sure thing for a maybe worth the risk?

Set in the mid-eighties, Until Ray explores life and love through the lenses of colorism, classism, and family dysfunction.

RAY

“If it isn’t Raymond Saint. What’s up, man?” I hear a familiar voice coming from behind me as I pose in front of a floor-length mirror in the women’s shoe department at Hudson’s admiring the suit I just got out of the layaway at Man-oh-Man. I have two more to get out next payday.

Joseph Morris steps into my view, and I turn to face him. “Joe, man, what’s up? I haven’t seen you since we graduated.” We share a brotherly handshake. “How’ve you been?”

“Couldn’t be better, honestly. Life is real good. I’ve been in town for about a week, visiting family. I’m actually flying back tomorrow. I was just picking up a few things before I go.”

“You moved out of state?”

“Yeah, after I graduated from U of M. I’m starting my second year of law school at Stanford.”

I’m pretty sure Joe’s father is either an attorney or a doctor.

“Man, good to hear that.” Joe was part of the crowd I hung with at Cass Tech. I’ve been out of high school since 1980. Six years now. Damn, that’s a long time to still be doing nothing.

“I see you’re still staying sharp.” Joe brushes my lapel.

“Trying to.”

“So, man, what are you doing these days?”

“You know, the usual. Right now I’m just waiting for my girl.”

He nods. “Where did you end up going to school? It’s hard to keep up with everybody. Cass is so big, and we knew everybody, didn’t we?”

I place one finger up to signal for Joe to wait, and then I unclip my pager. “This is my girl paging me right now actually. I need to find her.” I’ve got to get rid of him before he finds out the truth and every Cass Tech alumni knows that the guy voted most likely to succeed is now selling shoes. Why am I in denial? I’m sure most of them already know.

“Really, that’s cool. I was on my way out. I got what I came for.” Joe raises a Hudson’s shopping bag.

“Ray.” I hear the forceful voice of a female. I turn to see Cynthia Meyers. This has the potential to get real ugly, real fast.

 

Author Bio

Cheryl Robinson was born in Detroit, Michigan, the youngest in a family of five. She grew up in Palmer Woods, a residential historic district that is now one of the settings in her forthcoming novel, Until Ray. For the past fifteen years, she has been busy writing contemporary women’s fiction. For  Penguin/NAL, Cheryl wrote six novels: If It Ain’t One Thing, It’s Like That, Sweet Georgia Brown, In Love with a Younger Man, When I Get Where I’m Going, and Remember Me. Cheryl is now an independent author and the owner of Rose Colored Books. With her company, she has published The One, Like Mom, and the forthcoming Until Ray Trilogy.

Cheryl currently resides in Florida.

To learn more about Cheryl and the Until Ray trilogy, please visit http://www.untilraytrilogy.com

 

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#Book #Promo…What Becomes of a Broken Soul…#BookBoost #Inspirational #Contemporary #Women #Fiction #Amreading @AAMBOOKCLUB @RaquelRT3Author

Rachel is in love with Richard or she might be. She finds herself drawn to this man who has entered her life seemingly by chance, who isn’t pushy, and who makes her feel safe. Rachel is an adult now. She is capable of making responsible decisions in her love life.

But it doesn’t always feel that way. Rachel’s history, a childhood filled with drugs and violence instead of love and acceptance, haunts her. She has survived, becoming a successful businesswoman in the process, yet the scars on her heart remain.

Will Rachel find healing and self-acceptance now that she has grown up? Or will she always carry the past with her? As Rachel tackles these questions, she finds that she must find the determination to succeed in her personal life as she has in business—– against all odds.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and the footsteps were even louder this time. My mom came in with a two-by-four that had been cut by some workers who were building a toolshed behind the trailer; my granny had already added a room so there was more space for our family. My mom came directly at me on the couch and swung the board. She said, “This is my child, and I will do whatever the hell I want to do to her. Don’t touch me, or I will fuck your ass up too”.

The beating went on for at least ten minutes. As she hit me with the two-by-four, I could see my granny looking at us, not knowing what to do to help me. My seventy-one-year-old granny stood still as the beating continued.

My body went into shock, and I didn’t feel a thing. I was conscious and could see everything that was happening but I couldn’t feel or hear anything. I could see my mother’s lips moving as she hit me with the board. Everything was still and quiet. I remember seeing red everywhere. I could smell my blood, and the sight of it made me wonder if I was going to die, if my time was up. I was afraid of the outcome, but I knew it was best that it was only me and not my granny or the kids.

 

About The Author:

MBA, CEO, LLC!  Those are not acronyms many usually associate with a girl from the “wrong” side of the tracks!  Still those challenges are exactly why Raquel Michelle Richardson Thomas is the CEO/Owner of six thriving businesses, all before her 35th birthday! 

The Columbia SC native decided while just a child that despite her circumstances, she would achieve her goals and change lives in the process. After receiving her BA in Business Administration and Marketing from Virginia State University and Graduating from the University of Maryland with an MBA, she quickly began crafting her action plan to make her entrepreneurial goals realities.  Before her 28th birthday this visionary was owner and CEO of two thriving companies, at 31 she notched two more successes on her business belt and today Raquel sits at the helm of several lucrative companies that include Children of Tomorrow Learning Center and Child Care, The Museum Shop; a High End Men’s Apparel Store in the nation’s capital, plus a Health Care Business and Cleaning Company.

Her current business venture combines fashion with a positive message and movement. Definitive.Movement.Rebellion. (DMR) Fashion is more than a brand it’s a declaration of self-expression which encourages and promotes the freedom of being your truest self. Raquel moved the on-line business into a brick and mortar retail outlet in the Columbia Place Mall, Columbia, SC in less than a year and has established it not only as a retail outlet, but also an artist showcase. Each weekend the store hosts DMR Live featuring singers, spoken word artists, musicians and other live performances. Visual artists are also showcased with striking artwork on the walls of the store and in an innovative move; Raquel gave select on-line outlets the incredible opportunity to carry their line(s) at the Columbia SC location.   Raquel says the goal for DMR Fashion is to create a welcoming space that melds commerce and community!

Raquel is continuing that sentiment with her non-profit organization Dream Catchers which will utilize programs, workshops and mentoring sessions to help youth from impoverished neighborhoods and broken households, gain the skills and self-confidence needed to achieve their goals.

Continuing her desire to encourage and motivate, Raquel recently turned a childhood passion for writing into her first book set to release in the summer of 2017.  “What becomes of a Broken Soul” is a fictional story loosely based on the many challenges she faced, atrocities she witnessed and how perseverance, love and incredible drive can overcome even the most dysfunctional upbringing.

This mother of two frequently advises young entrepreneurs to stay committed to their dreams and goals in spite of the often tedious and difficult work. She encourages enterprising men and women, reminding them that “Challenges will come, but it is those obstacles that make you stronger, wiser and confident that greater is coming”!  Raquel counsels those perusing business ventures to become familiar with every aspect of their company and never get too big to roll up your sleeves and lend your employees a helping hand!

Raquel clearly recognizes that everything she has been blessed to accomplish in her life is due to God’s love and favor.  Even in the worst times her faith has allowed her to experience the Lord’s Presence in her personal and professional life! Raquel says “God has built a fence around me and proven countless times that Matthew 19:26 is true; With God All Things Are Possible.”

Up Close and Personal with Raquel

  1. Who is Raquel M. R. Thomas?  I am a God-fearing woman, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and a student! I am always learning and evolving. I am a woman who strives every day to walk in my purpose and to do the work God has set out for me to do. I am the protector of my energy. I am a believer that all things are possible and I am a dreamer that has set out to catch my dreams. I am a dream catcher!

  2. What inspired the book? As earlier as the 2nd grade I wanted to be a writer. I would write short stories and poems as a small child. I never wanted to be a doctor or a lawyer, I wanted to a writer. The book is inspired by my life and what I have seen over the course of my life. The book was also inspired by triumph, the ability to overcome. I wanted to inspire others and even awaken something in someone that has been asleep far too long. I wanted to reach my audience and give something they could relate to.

  3. Who is your favorite character?That’s an easy question “Rachel”. Rachel is a character that has been through so much yet she finds a way to stand despite her circumstance. Rachel is also very human meaning she hurts, she cries, she has happy moments, she makes mistakes, and she isn’t perfect.

  4. Tell us the most difficult portion of the book to write? The book pulls many different emotions from the reader and there are many moments that are defining moments throughout the book. If I had to select a portion of the book that was difficult I would say the abuse that Rachel endured as a child.

  5. Tell us the most exciting portion of the book to write? The excitement really was throughout the entire book. Even with all the emotions that were running high being able to put it all on paper was an exciting process. When I would go to my writing chair despite what part of the book I was on I felt excitement!

  6. What was your writing process? My writing process was simple while writing “What Becomes of a Broken Soul”. I have a writing chair in my bedroom that I sit in and write. I play old R&B music mostly from the 90s and my fingers do the rest. I make sure I am in a very relaxed environment and that it is quiet.

  7. Where do you see yourself in 5 years as an author? In 5 years, I would like to have 3 more books published and becoming a New York Times Best Seller! I can see a film or play coming from “What Becomes of a Broken Soul” for sure. Overall, I see more writing and more books!

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Contemporary Women’s Fiction
Date Published: June 2016
Publisher: Lime Green Books
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What happens to a marriage when an 80s metal band moves in? Winner of the 2016 Human Relations Indie Book Award, Beside the Music answers the question: can you be one man’s wife and another man’s muse? Brenda and Tim are dealing with enough chaos in their marriage: a run for public office, threat of getting fired at work, and a snooty meddling mother in law. Things get even more complicated when 80s metal sensation Hydra moves into their home to record their comeback album–and soon they also have screaming fans on the front lawn to contend with. Will Brenda and Tim’s marriage survive?
 

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As a former college radio station DJ, BJ was inspired to write this book after asking herself “Whatever happened to all those 80’s rock stars and one-hit wonders?” Her writing career has contributions to RI Fit Magazine. But her prouder achievements are her original angry chick rock songs, usually about bad boyfriends, accompanied by her out of tune guitar. She blogs at http://bjknapp.com.
 
BJ resides in Rhode Island with her husband, Todd, and dogs Nemo and Potter. She is an avid sailor and scuba diver, and also enjoys pretty much any outdoor activity such as hiking and geocaching as well. She has also single-handedly orchestrated hundreds of failed attempts at cooking.
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Chick Lit/ Women’s Fiction 
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Date Published: June 6, 2017
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Elle Martin has it all. Handsome and successful husband. Check. Daughter and son attending exclusive private high school. Check. Privilege, status, and wealth. Check, check, check.  

But there is more to Elle’s story.  Already struggling to keep up appearances in a social set full of pretension and ultra-competitiveness, Elle’s façade of perfection is threatened when her husband makes an announcement that will force her to confront a dark past she has successfully hidden for years. What will happen when long-buried secrets are unearthed and haunting new revelations are discovered? Will Elle find the happy ending she so desperately seeks? Toggling between the early nineties and the present day, Grannie Panties Are UnderRated captures the Gen X experience from latchkey kid to helicopter parent with keen insight and precision. A page turner full of surprising twists, it is a must read for anyone who has struggled to reconcile the chasm between the person they once were, the person they have become, and the person they long to be.

Praise for Grannie Panties Are Under Rated

“…a highly entertaining and thought provoking book!”

“Gayle Erickson is brilliantly gifted in telling this engaging, sometimes disturbing, yet compulsively addicting story of a woman in crisis due to the bonds of the guilt-filled lens of her past”

“It is visually rich and culturally expansive,”

“You will fall in love with each of these honest, imperfect characters and identify with their struggles, demons, and challenges. Exposing the raw truths we often try to mask…”

“Loved this book, could not put it down”

“A great retrospective of how we come to be who we are and where we are, often without intention or a road map. Like “Grannie’s” characters, we all find moments of clarity or awareness, which give rise to change. All this and an accompanying playlist! A song for every chapter…what brilliant context!

 
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 About the Author

Gayle Erickson is a Colorado native and graduate of The Colorado College. She lived in Tokyo, Japan and taught English for several years after graduation. Upon her return to the United States she worked in the non-profit sector. Gayle currently lives in suburban Denver with her husband, twin teen-age children, and two dogs. Grannie Panties Are Underrated is her debut novel.
 

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UNDER THE PARISIAN SKY
by Alli Sinclair
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Pub Date: 7/25/2017

In the City of Light, one dancer must confront her fears about love and loss before she can step into a brighter future…

Lily Johannson has returned to Paris, the city that broke her heart and destroyed her ballet career, with two goals in mind: to overcome the grief surrounding her fiancé’s death, and to make amends with her estranged sister, Natalie, also a ballerina. But when Lily meets charming composer Yves Rousseau, he is convinced she has a third mission—as his muse…Struggling to finish a score about an infamous Ballets Russes dancer from 1917, Yves believes Lily is meant to help him. Despite her resistance, she is swept once more into the exhilarating arms of the dance—and into Yves’ passionate embrace. But when her sister is cast as the infamous dancer and begins to imitate her tragic life, she soon goes missing. Now Lily and Yves must set out to find her—and along the way face their own demons, while also discovering that art, like love, should not be abandoned so easily…

 

Alli Sinclair is a multi award-winning author who spent her early adult years travelling the globe, intent on becoming an Indiana Jones in heels. She scaled mountains in Nepal, Argentina, and Peru, rafted the Ganges, and rode a camel in the Sahara. Argentina and Peru became her home for a few years and when she wasn’t working as a mountain or tour guide, Alli could be found in the dance halls dancing the tango, salsa, merengue, and samba.

All of these adventures made for fun storytelling and this is when she discovered her love of writing. Alli’s stories capture the romance and thrill of exploring new destinations and cultures that also take readers on a journey of discovery.

Alli volunteers as an author role model with Books in Homes, promoting literacy and reading amongst young people.

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Women’s Fiction/Romance
Date Published: January 2016
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Questions never asked don’t always remain unanswered.

A blood-stained journal holds the answers to secrets her mother took to the grave, but an enigmatic old man knows the answers–truths she never expected.

Another round of turmoil isn’t on her agenda, but when Ryleigh Collins discovers a blood-stained journal among her deceased mother’s belongings, her curiosity leads her to a puzzling Mark Twain look-alike who shatters her family history–and her sense of belonging.

Bearing a treasure chest of secrets and a deeply scarred heart, Ryleigh returns home to her ex-husband’s appeal to take him back. Overwhelmed, she seeks refuge in the quiet majesty of the Rocky Mountains. But as the snow deepens, so do her feelings for Logan Cavanaugh, the distinctly reserved resort owner.

Two lost souls collide in a paralyzing snowstorm, but when the skies clear, Logan surrenders to a deepening guilt he can’t fight. Ryleigh’s sense of abandonment is further compromised with his sudden departure, though she refuses to believe they’ve left their shared memories frozen in the mountains of Colorado.

She’s struggling with shocking truths while trying to move on; he’s caught in a crossfire of a battle he doesn’t know how to fight.

One woman. Three promises–one honored, one broken, one pledged.

Other books in the Whisper of the Pines Series:

Whisper of the Pines, Companion Novel
Publisher: Four Carat Press
Published: March 2016

Their paths never crossed, but their destiny is bound by blood.

Strangers separated by forty years and a bloody war, their only bond is a name engraved on The Wall. He walked in the shadow of fate. She stepped into the shadow of love.

A restless intimacy followed Ryan through the jungles of Vietnam, the fear, loneliness, and death camouflaged by the beauty of a country twelve thousand miles from home. He walked courageously toward his destiny and left his legacy—words written in a bloodstained journal—for the woman he loved and their infant daughter.

Encouraged by an enigmatic old man who sends her a journal identical to her father’s, Ryleigh composes her words when a second chance at love is cut short by ghosts from the past. No blood stains her journal, only the souvenirs of a broken heart.

Whisper of the Pines, Book 2
Publisher: Four Carat Press
Published: December 2016
What if the price of your wish is living without it?

Rachel Gowen wishes for nothing more than to escape the past decade—to safely lock away the memories that keep her from a future she can only dream about. But a Native American butterfly legend, Ambrose, a mysterious stranger who knows things he can’t possibly know, a cast of quirky characters long past their prime, and Nico, a tenacious and caring nursing assistant, plunge her down a path that will ignite the very memories she’s desperate to escape.

Rachel begins her new life as a nurse in a retirement facility. After all, how risky can it be working with the elderly? She quickly forms deep attachments to her patients, helping them in ways far beyond her duties. And when a casual stroll turns into a budding relationship with Ben, the handsome British doctor who’s too busy, too unromantic, and too distant—it may be exactly what she’s looking for.

But Rachel can’t conform to the rules. Nor can she deny the connection she shares with Nico. With her job in jeopardy, Rachel’s priorities and relationship with Ben are challenged. But one thing is certain—Ambrose knows the wishes she sent on the wings of the butterflies will be granted, but the price she’ll pay will upend her life.

Rachel is promised a thousand butterfly wishes—but all she wants is one.

 

Chapter One

SCARRED CORNERS FRAMED the small journal she pulled from the old shoebox. She traced the cover with one finger, dark stains and pebbled leather disquieting, yet as oddly familiar as the stale odor of cigarettes her mother promised to quit smoking and never did. Now the tenuous reminder, void of the peppermints her mother nursed to disguise the smell, threatened to unravel the tethers holding her together. 

God, how she wished she could rewrite the last year. With her legs crossed beneath her, Ryleigh Collins clutched the journal to her chest, leaned against the wall of her mother’s apartment—as empty of her possessions as the world was of her—and let the shadows of the waning morning swallow her.

“I can’t do this.” She grabbed a loose thread in the denim stretched over her knees and yanked hard.

Two feet bundled in thick navy blue socks appeared in front of her. “Can’t do what?” Ryleigh raised her eyes, moist with remembrance. “Ah.” Natalie crossed her feet, lowered herself with the grace of a toned dancer, and placed a firm, yet gentle hand on Ryleigh’s arm. “The personal stuff’s the hardest.”

After a pause, Ryleigh tucked the knot of emotions neatly back where they belonged and turned. “I’m such a wimp.”

“You’ll get through this.” Natalie Jo Burstyn’s perfectly manicured brows knitted together in a scowl that masked her usual playful grin. “I intend to see you do.”

The lump in her throat strangled the words she’d rehearsed since Natalie had offered to drop everything to help. Of course she would. Her meddling best friend always seemed to know exactly what to do. Or say. She grasped Natalie’s hand and squeezed.

Sometimes words got in the way. Ryleigh released a long breath and straightened her legs. The journal tumbled to her lap.

“What’s that?”

She swiped a hand across the journal’s cover and then wiped them on her jeans. “An old journal,” Ryleigh said, brushing away the dusty handprint.

“Don’t just sit there fondling it, open it.”

The binding creaked. Timeworn pages fanned in a graceful arch as if her touch had resurrected them. Faded ink swirled across the unlined parchment, and the musty balm of old paper and ink tapped at a recollection, distant and unformed, yet ripe for picking—but couldn’t pluck it from her memory. Smudged and watermarked, the words danced across the aged pages.

She turned each one with care. Nat leaned in. “Well?”

Ryleigh frowned. “Looks like a collection of poetry.”

“I didn’t know your mom wrote poetry.”

“This isn’t her handwriting,” Ryleigh responded without thought, “and my mother never wrote anything more literary than a grocery list.”

Natalie peered over her shoulder. “Then whose?” “Don’t know. Just an ‘R’ at the end of the entries.” The pages crackled as Ryleigh turned each one. “And the year. ’66. ’67 on some.” A shiver feathered its way from her neck to the tips of her fingers.

“Want to read it?” The familiar weight of Nat’s head settled on her shoulder. “Like old times?”

She’d never considered not sharing something with Nat and quickly harnessed the prickling urge to slam the book shut to prying eyes.

Careful not to damage the pages, she smoothed them flat, the tickle of selfishness nibbling at her consistent, rational side. As she scanned the pages, she muttered lines at random, the only autograph the watermarked scars of blurred ink. “The air is thick, gray ashen snow, the ghost returns, its presence unfought.” She flipped the page. “Fireflies flicker against azure skies, frolicking hither in reverent riverdance.” The weight against her shoulder anchored a covey of troublesome thoughts, but Ryleigh continued to pluck lines from the pages. “Sodden showers of infected rain, across crystal skies littered with fire.” She dragged a finger across an eyebrow.

“Intriguing.”

“You’re mumbling.”

“They dance to their reticent song.”

Natalie frowned. “Who?”

“Fireflies.” She tapped the page with her index finger. “One of the poems is about fireflies. I wonder if they’re really like that.” “Seriously?”

Ryleigh tucked a strand of hair behind an ear and closed the book with a finger marking her place. “I’ve never seen one.”

“C’mon,” Nat said, crossing her arms. “Kids catch fireflies in jars all the time.”

“Not this small-town, sheltered Arizonan.”

“Come to think of it, I’ve never seen one since moving here.”

“They’re on my bucket list.”

Natalie opened and then shut her mouth. “You added to your bucket list without telling me?”

The concentrated effort Nat used to curb her bewilderment caused Ryleigh to forget her grief for a fleeting moment. “I’ll see one someday,” she said and reopened the book to the last page.

“Read to me, Riles.” Nat folded her long legs beneath her, anticipation deepening her eyes to warm chocolate. “Like when we were kids.”

Ryleigh glanced sideways at her. “I had to explain them to you.” 

“So?” Nat said, the short word long on sarcasm. “It’s nostalgic.”

“Okay.” Ryleigh took a deep breath. “This is the last entry. It’s called ‘Lost.’”

“‘I placed my love inside your heart and softly called your name— I placed a hole inside of mine

as God’s heavenly angels came. I placed a kiss of golden tears upon your tiny chest— I placed a rainbow at your door the day you came to rest.

I placed a single pure white rose upon your tiny feet— I placed my hand against your cheek and said good-bye, my sweet.

I placed a gentle autumn breeze within your tiny space— I placed with you, a piece of me and let you go in God’s embrace.’”

~R~’67 The words stuck in her throat with painful intensity. Ryleigh dragged her finger over the ‘R’—the last letter in the journal. “Forty-three years ago.” Natalie picked at a stray thread in the shredded knee of her True Religion jeans. “I’m not very good at analyzing poems, but—” 

“Whoever wrote this lost a baby.” Careful fingers traced the cover, the stained leather unsettling, yet somehow comforting beneath her touch. Ryleigh’s neck prickled. A tear trembled on the edge of her eye. “I feel like I’m eavesdropping,” she said and closed the book. Sheer will eased the roiling in her stomach.

“Sounds like something you’d write.”

Ryleigh shook her head. “Cozy articles for The Sentinel on county fairs, care packages to our soldiers, and Mrs. Grayson’s baby quilts don’t count. I haven’t written fiction or poetry in years.”

“You should.”

Ryleigh raised the journal. “This is raw passion,” she said, sniffing back the telltale signs of her emotion. “Emotion stripped naked.”

“Your work is like that. Peeking inside the places of your heart no one ever sees.”

“Maybe I don’t want anyone to see.”

Nat paused, and then wrapped her arm over Ryleigh’s shoulder. “Things will get better. I promise.”

Nat’s words soothed her, a spoken ointment soothing a fresh wound.  

About the Author

Susan Haught–award-winning author and Australian black liquorice addict–lives in Arizona’s Rim Country with her husband and spoiled Shih-Tzu, Mercedes, who believes her princess status earns her the right to sleep on pillows, ride shotgun, and train her peers in the fine art of squeaky toys. Her husband is almost as spoiled and almost as noisy with a proficiency in elk bugling. Susan and her husband have one son.

 Susan writes contemporary women’s fiction & romance with the belief that Love is Ageless and has the power to change lives–one step, one touch, one kiss at a time.

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OUT OF THE BOX AWAKENING

Out of the Box series, book 1
by Jennifer Theriot


Genre: Women’s Fiction Romance

 


**2016 Reader’s Favorite Award Winner in Women’s Fiction**
 
**2017 Texas Association of Authors 1st Place: Romance Series**

 
Olivia Petersen thought her life ended the day her husband walked out. Little did she know, it had only just begun.
 
A good woman, mother, and wife, she’s got it made. She didn’t expect anything to change, but of course it does…
 
Swept from her perfect paper-doll life in Houston, Olivia finds herself in Chicago, alone, betrayed, and far from home. Soon everything she thought she knew about herself and her life will be challenged.
 
Ash Harper is the man who has everything–everything except healing from the losses of a lifetime and a dark family secret.
 
What happens when the married woman and the sexy handsome widower are thrown together by fate?
 
Out of the Box Awakening is a women’s seasoned contemporary romance about second chances, shared passion and shared joy. Jennifer Theriot has written a compelling series about what happens when two people over the age of forty find new life and new love for themselves.
 
Recommended for readers over the age of 18. This book contains adult language and situations.

 

How long have you been narrating?
I started narrating audiobooks a year ago in 2016. I own an online book rental company and I did a small voice over bit for a marketing piece. A lot of friends said I really ought to look into doing voice over work. So I started out reading recipe books until I understood what works and what doesn’t work, how best to improve the sound, how much I could speak before my voice ran out, and how best to use the software. Once I felt comfortable navigating all these factors that go into audiobook recordings, I started narrating children’s stories.
 
What is your favorite genre to narrate and why?
I can’t say I have one favorite genre over another. I quite enjoy reading children’s books because you can vocally explore a wide range of voices (many silly voices which are fun). I enjoy adult fiction that fall under first person romance or thriller, because I can delve into the character’s emotions and it taps into my theatrical side.
 
Do you like input from your authors as far as voice styles or photos of the muses for characters? And is that helpful to you as a narrator?
I find voice samples and photos are extremely helpful in knowing what the author saw when they wrote the book. It is especially helpful for long stories with many characters. This helps delineate the characters from one another if you know the actors in real life. The downside can be if you don’t recognize the actor or their character type, then it becomes a concern whether or not you are adequately representing the character as the author intended.
 
So, you got the audition request for Out of the Box Awakening. What made you accept it? Was there something about the story line or character that drew you in?
From the very first paragraph of Out of the Box Awakening, I was drawn to Olivia. There was a wonderful vulnerable quality to her. Jennifer Theriot did such an amazing job of capturing her inner voice, that I knew I wanted to be the voice for Olivia. I also read a lot of the reviews from people that purchased Jennifer’s books and there were some amazing reviews that I knew this would be a book I would not only enjoy narrating, but reading. For a long book (it was estimated at 15 hours), it was important it was a book I would enjoy reading, and I was not wrong it was an incredible story.
 
Did you have a favorite character in Out of the Box Awakening?
Aside from Olivia, Todd is hands down my favorite character. I love the breadth of his character from unapologetic bad boy to hopeless romantic. I enjoyed narrating his lines when he would both swear like a sailor whilst at the same time espousing the merits of love, friendship, and kindness. 
 
Is communication with your authors important along the way? 
Communication with the author along the way is an absolute necessity. Yes, I can narrate a book without any input, but it would be terrible to find at the end that you didn’t get the character as the author intended. What I really enjoyed about working with Jennifer was how easy it was to develop a bond with her, even though we live on opposite sides of the planet. From the start, I knew I would like Jennifer and I immediately felt an obligation to do her story justice. I also felt her supporting and cheering me on as we advanced through the chapters. When you have an author that is excited for the narrator and appreciates the work, it makes it so much more rewarding!
 
You’ve received some pretty high accolades from Jennifer Theriot. How does that make you feel about doing future projects with her? Would you consider doing any more books in her Out of the Box series?
Using one of Olivia’s favorite sayings- “without a doubt”. I would jump at the opportunity to work with Jennifer again. Once I started narrating the final chapters of Awakenings, I felt both thrilled and melancholy to be finishing her story. Not just because the story was ending, but also because it has been such a breath of fresh air working with an author that cares so much for her story, for her narrator, and for the overall experience. I could tell that this story was more than just an endeavor for her. It is a story that lies close to her heart.
 
Now, a few questions for Triera as a ‘person’….
 
Do you have a career outside of narrating?
Outside of narration, I actually wear a few hats. I own an online book rental company in Denmark. I started it when I first moved here and started my little family. Books and most consumer goods in Denmark are expensive. There is a large second hand market here for that very reason. I was always an avid reader; as a child I was the first one running out to the book mobile. I saw that both my children held this same joy for books, but our libraries only carried about 30 English books. Whilst they would learn Danish and primarily speak Danish, I wanted to read to them and I wanted them to learn English. So I started owlbooks.dk for other expats that found themselves in the same situation.
I also do post production work. My clients are primarily professionals (no Hollywood movies yet). Most of the productions are online projects from commercials, to youtube video logs, coaching and strategy projects. These are a lot of fun and I enjoy the diversity of the projects.
 
How many audio books are in your repertoire? 
I have had the pleasure of narrating nine titles. My repertoire entails cook books, children and young adult books, and adult fiction. I’ve been a child, a witch, a vampire, a celestial being, and an amazing woman by the name of Olivia.
 
Tell us something about yourself and your hobbies.
Aside from playing the piano, I love sitting in front of the computer learning new things around the creative digital space. These are the two hobbies that I do on a regular basis, but I’ve delved into so many hobbies and as part of my quest to experience life to the fullest I hope to never stop taking on new hobbies. Many years ago I started taking flying lessons where I got to fly Cessna aircrafts. I was nearly complete with obtaining my private pilot’s license when I wound up moving and no longer lived close enough to my flying club. That was such a thrill and I do hope to take up lessons again.
 
What does the future hold for Triera?
If my history has taught me anything, it’s that there is no telling what my future holds. The beginning never follows a finite line to the end. I started off in this life as an orphan from the ravages of war and I was adopted into a wonderful family of six, worked and traveled throughout the world, and wound up in Denmark as a mother of two angels sent from heaven. I can only hope that my future holds wonderful experiences surrounded by people that I love and care for.

USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot (pronounced Terrio) hails from the Great State of Texas. She is a career woman, working as CFO of a Texas based real estate investment firm. She felt something was missing and discovered her passion for writing–mostly at night and on weekends. In her limited spare time Jennifer enjoys being outdoors; preferably somewhere on a beach curled up with a good book. Spending time with family and friends, watching a baseball game and enjoying a good bottle of wine are usually on her to-do lists. Jennifer has three grown children and is also ‘MiMi’ to four beautiful grandkids – all of whom she adores.

 

Her best-selling Out of the Box Series, OUT OF THE BOX AWAKENING, OUT OF THE BOX REGIFTED, OUT OF THE BOX EVERLASTING and TOCCATA OBBLIGATO~SERENADING KYRA are currently available on Amazon.com.

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