Tuesday, July 16, 2019

How Mythology Shapes a Story

     
  As an avid reader of Greek and Roman mythology growing up, those stories were ones I memorized over the years in my big maroon and gold book of them. And when you look at the books out there, the sheer breadth of stories inspired by different myths is astounding. Whether you’re reading a paranormal romance featuring Hades and Zeus, or checking out a young adult series with a mesh of pantheons involved, there’s a little bit of mythological flair for every palate.
            Most variants tend to fall into two categories. One is including the gods themselves in the stories, which is most commonly featured in urban fantasy, paranormal romance, etc. The other option is a retelling, changing aspects of the characters and story while keeping with the main theme and plotline.
            When I was brainstorming a new series to write, the idea of Greek myth retellings for contemporary romance had me smitten. All too fast, I was cracking open the trusty old myth books and reading those timeworn stories that I’d never forgotten. And while Greek/Roman myths happen to be the most widespread and taught, there are phenomenal stories begging for exploration in Slavic mythology, Russian, Japanese—most older cultures have their own stories to tell, and they’re worth listening to.
            So, if you’re searching for the perfect story prompt, look no further than the plethora of tales written in all different cultures featuring lessons, adventures, and always, drama. An old mythological tale just might be the perfect recipe for a brand new story.

TAKING ROOT

I’ve been burned by my ex-fiancĂ©e and sentenced myself to long shifts at the hospital ever since. There’s no way I’d give anyone else the opportunity to break my heart again.

Until chance brings me face to face with the girl from my past.

Danielle is still as beautiful as ever, and seeing her reminds me of how I felt about her—how I still feel about her. 

But she’s changed. I can see it when I look into her eyes. It’s like she’s no longer living, but merely existing. An enigma laden with secrets from her past—secrets that are forcing her to run from me. Only this time, I won’t let her get away so easily. 

I’m determined to peel away every layer of secrets she carries around her, and to protect her from whatever it is that’s causing her to run. 

Danielle Reynolds will not slip through my fingers again. 

This time…she stays.


GOODREADS


Excerpt:

The last thing Adrian Dukas wanted to do after a twelve-hour shift was head to the Gin Mill. However, Lex had asked him to pick up her last paycheck from Mitch, and he needed the guaranteed bait in order for his sister to show to the next family dinner.
She’d been avoiding all of them since she got out from her six months of jail time following a protest that had gotten way too Mad Max to be contained. The tipping point in her case was assault on an officer, since they’d obtained visual proof of Lex screaming like a banshee as she slung the first punch. Typical. Cal offered to pick up her check even though the last time they’d talked, she called Cal an unprincipled shit. However, Adrian was the oldest—if anyone could deal with Alexis, he could. 
He sure as hell hadn’t expected to walk into the middle of a standoff between a big bruiser and a short redhead who prepared to slurp the guy’s spine through a straw.
And when she’d punched the big bruiser square in the jaw?
Well, he just might’ve fallen in love.

Sunday, July 14, 2019

The Kissing Contract



Marshall and Augusta are discussing what happened the night before on the pier where they’d pushed the boundaries of their no kissing/no sex napkin contract to the very limits….


“Last night was –” She stopped, dropped her gaze to the table again, fiddled with the handle of her coffee mug.
“I really hope you’re going to say, last night was fucking amazing, Marshall, let’s do it again.” He knew she wasn’t going to say that but a guy could hope, right?
She glanced at him. “Look...you were feeling down. You know...feeling the loss of your mom and you needed something to get you through it and I was...happy to provide.”
Marshall blinked. What the fucking fuck? She was happy to provide. Oh, she’d been waaay more than that. This was some serious rewriting of history going on here. “I’m...sorry?”
“I think we should just look at it as...therapy.”
Therapy?
A nerve jumped at the corner of Marshall’s eye. His hearing went a little fuzzy. What the hell was happening right now? Was he having a stroke? 
“I mean it was good therapy. Like...” She shook her head and blew out a breath. “A really good session.”
Marshall stared at her. She may be a doctor, but he wasn’t entirely sure she knew how therapy worked. If she’d been dishing him out some therapy where the fuck was his orgasm?
Sure, he got off on her getting off – man, it’d been exhilarating - but he’d feel a shitload better now without the ache in his balls.
“And free,” she added quickly, her voice light and upbeat.
“So...I should thank you for not charging me to give you and orgasm?”
Un-fucking-believable.
She blinked. “Oh. No...Wait.” She frowned. “I didn’t mean -”
“No, it’s okay,” he interrupted. “If it’s easier for you to justify putting out for me last night, then you do you.”
There was no doubt in his mind, Gus was trying to mitigate what had happened. She just hadn’t thought it through very well.
She gasped. “I did not put out.”
Marshall almost laughed at her expression. Haughty and horrified all at once. It was hard to maintain any kind of rage in the face of her mortification. She was such a conundrum. Looked like a pin up girl, talked like a virgin aunt. 
“No,” he said. “You were just pitying me, right?”
She sighed. “Now you’re twisting my words. I was just trying to say, last night was a one off occasion. An... extraordinary set of circumstances.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Marshall nodded. “Got it. Just don’t do me any more favors, okay? Let’s leave the therapy to the shrinks.”
“Fine by me.”
Her sense of relief was palpable. Marshall was sure, the whole therapy thing had sounded really good in her head and her embarrassment at cocking it up so badly was strangely endearing.
Fuck, even this woman telling him she’d let him muff dive out of pity wasn’t enough to turn him off. Was there no fucking end to this...obsession he was developing? 
“I want the contract to still stand, though. Sure, last night was a bit of a...slip, but there’s no need to throw it out. We need to recommit to it.”
“Are you sure, Goldilocks?”
Marshall didn’t think for a moment he’d be able to convince her to throw the whole thing out today but he wasn’t above planting the idea in her head to percolate.
“It is suitably vague, after all, and I don’t want to be smug or anything but I think you had a pretty good time.”
“Smug? You?”
Marshal smiled. “Jesus did say not to hide our lights under bushels.” He vaguely remembered that one from the five times he’d been in a church in his life.
Praise the lord.
“Pretty sure Jesus, wasn’t talking about cunnilingus.”
He laughed. Man, who knew that word could sound anything other than clinical? “We all have our talents.”

THE KISSING CONTRACT


Marshall Dyson wants one thing and one thing only: to raze his grandfather’s island to the ground. Everything is ready to go—except for the freakin’ bunnies! Hundreds of the furry critters hopping about and multiplying before his eyes. And then there’s the American Bunny League, along with one distractingly beautiful veterinarian, taking him to court to save them...
Dr. Augusta “Gus” North can’t believe the grumpy—and annoyingly hot—builder she’s facing in court cares more about demo-ing some cabin than the lives of 200 bunnies. But when the judge orders Marshall to stay on the island and help her rehome the rabbits—the entire month—she knows they’re going to need to lay some ground rules.
Like, for example, absolutely no kissing. Might as well go ahead and get that in writing. Sure it’s on a napkin, but that still counts.
How hard could it be to keep their hands off each other amidst all the fighting? Surprisingly, harder than wrangling 200 bunnies...




Saturday, July 13, 2019

BET ME TO STAY


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The great thing about writing romance, is that we get to create wonderful book boyfriends. For me, that means somewhat enlightened men, once who appreciate intelligence as well as beauty. Men, who don’t judge a woman by her size, or her shortcomings. Irish pub owner Liam is that kind of man. I thought it best to show you through the heroine’s eyes, just what kind of guy he is. I hope you enjoy the following excerpt and thank you for hanging out with me. 
Cassie couldn’t believe she’d just given this gorgeous man her pen name as though it were her real name. She could say she did it to keep the fantasy in her head alive, to protect her story, but honestly, she just didn’t want him to figure out she was associated with The Rustic Pig, and their night would end.
While the two pubs didn’t really share a lot of clientele, they were still two Irish pubs across the street from each other. Of course, there was a healthy rivalry. Once, she remembered her mom ranting that the Boar had added breaded pickles to their menu and her staff had said they were amazing. Two weeks later, the Pig had breaded pickles soaked in buttermilk with a garlic aioli dipping sauce.
It probably wasn’t a big deal, but Cassie didn’t want to risk it. Every word he said with his soft-spoken Irish lilt was like music to her ears. She was already mentally revising the hero in her novel to be of Irish descent with a penchant for calling the heroine “his lass,” a hint of gravel in his voice that slid across her skin like velvet.
If this evening lasted much longer, maybe she wouldn’t even need to sit in the back of the bar and write. She’d have plenty of memories to build on.
“Well, Ms. Writer, what is it that you write?” It was an innocent question that Cassie had zero inclination to answer. It would be a cold day in hell before she got up the nerve to say “erotic romance” to this man.
“I really don’t want to say right now, if you don’t mind,” she rushed to answer. “I’m still in the developmental process of something new and don’t want to, well, jinx myself.” Sure, sure. That sounded plausible.
His gaze drifted off for a second as though he were remembering something from his past. “Right. That makes sense.” He tossed back his Jameson, and she watched the muscles in his neck move as he swallowed the amber liquid. Yup. Even his Adam’s apple was sexy.
He set the tumbler down and their gazes met.
The earth moved. Or the liquor finally hit her. Something happened, because her breath caught in her chest and her mind whirled like a tornado slammed into it.
Was there such a thing as too sexy? Because Liam might be it.
She reached out to grab the edge of the bar to steady herself, but she was a tiny spaceship trying to escape the intense gravity of a black hole without hope. She looked back up at him, a little shocked to discover his gaze hadn’t wavered.
Cassie was many things, but used to keeping the attention of a man this raw and masculine was not one of them.
Could he be messing with me? Maybe he does recognize me and wants to get info on the family business.
She wanted to smack her own head. Only she would think someone was so low as to flirt with her for information on their next appetizer.
Wait. He’s talking to you. Pay attention.
“Hey, I know this sounds crazy, but what do you say we go grab a bite to eat at The Diner?” he asked, mentioning a local breakfast haunt a few blocks away. “There’s nothing better than pecan waffles at midnight on a Tuesday.” He winked.
Okay, he was definitely flirting with her. She hadn’t really considered he might be interested in her. She was wearing baggy sweats (only thing clean, no lie) and combat boots. And a sweater with a butterfly on the front that her Gran had knitted for her last Christmas.
Oh God. She groaned as the realization of what she was wearing sunk in. “I don’t know any recipes,” she blurted out.
Wait. What did I just say?
Could someone actually die from embarrassment? It was about to happen right here on this barstool.
Liam chuckled. “It’s okay. They cook them for you. No recipe required.”
“Why are you asking me out?” She wasn’t making any sense. But he wasn’t making any sense, either, dammit. She looked like her Great Aunt Helda in this getup (or like she hadn’t been laid in ten years).
No way she attracted the hottest man she’d ever met by wearing this and telling his brother to shoo.
“Because”—he took his time to lean in close like his brother had earlier, only this time, the move totally worked, and her ovaries were high-fiving each other—“I find you interesting. You don’t say what I expect, and I’m tired of predictable.”
She nodded. This was true. Her parents always complained they didn’t understand her, and that she lived in a fantasy land. “And the sweats?”
“Oh, we’re burning them.” He didn’t miss a beat, and she respected that. “And those awful shoes. Best to get rid of that bulky sweater, too. Does you no justice.” He shook his head. “I’m trying to imagine you without those things.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re imagining me naked!” she squeaked.
His sexy grin seemed turned up to a hundred degrees and melting her clothes from her body. “I am now,” he said softly.
Heat scorched through her blood, her skin sensitive to the cool air blowing from the air duct above her. Even she was convinced she was naked, her bare ass stuck to the leather of the barstool.
Liam wasn’t just the sexiest man she’d ever met. He was a wizard.
She was so hot, and possibly embarrassed by her clothing choices, she didn’t even hesitate before reaching up and yanking the oversized sweater off. She’d worn a tight-fitting tank top beneath, and the way his gaze zeroed in on her fairly slim waist (thank you, gym membership) and full breasts (who were standing up as if to catch his attention, and thank goodness for sexy bras), she almost believed he was interested.
“Not feeling the sweater, luv?” he asked, amused. Someone tossed a ten on the bar, and Liam made quick work of handing him a frothy mug of beer and two dollars change.
The patron grabbed his beer and a single and headed back to somewhere behind her. Didn’t matter where.
“It was itchy. Had to go.” She was breathy.
Liam raised an eyebrow then wiped down the surface of the bar with a rag he’d grabbed from the sink.
Shit. Had she seemed too bold stripping before their first date? She totally sucked at this stuff. Thankfully, he tossed the rag in the sink and put her out of her misery. “All right, I think I’m done here. You ready?”
“For what?” He’d asked her to do something, but she couldn’t remember what now. Gah, he must think she was a ditz.
“For waffles, of course.”
Yup. That was it. Liam had asked her out on a midnight date.
If this man, this sexy Irish man, wanted to actually date her… Maybe she wouldn’t have to rely on only her imagination to fix her novel. Her agent’s advice rang in her head. Liam could pump her hard. Real, real hard. Over and over probably.
“You’re not the kind of guy who expects sex on the first date, are you?” she blurted out before her brain could catch up with her mouth. Her heart pounded in her ears. She’d never been this bold in her entire life. Desperation was a funny thing.
He leaned backward, probably startled by her question. “I never expect anything after a date, first or last,” he answered somberly, but then broke the effect when one corner of his mouth lifted up in a half smile fraught with boyish charm. “But I do always hope.”
Cassie could easily see how these two very different men were brothers. Liam may be the serious one, but he had a bit of the Devil in him as well. She liked it. A lot. But they needed to set ground rules. She had a career on the rocks right now, and she had priorities.
Placing her folded arms on the bar, she leaned forward, her weight pressing her flesh into the worn surface. “But what if I were to say I’m not in the mood to shop for a relationship?”
Liam mimicked her stand by placing his elbows on the bar and leaning forward as well. Their lips were barely ten inches apart, the warmth from his wide shoulders wrapping her in a sexy cocoon. “I’d say that’s great because I’m not a relationship kind of guy.”
Not surprising. “And what if I were to say I’d already decided the next guy I have sex with needs to have the dirtiest mouth since my weird college porn phase?”
He chuckled. “I’d say give me a sec to process a woman admitting to liking porn.” His emerald eyes turned molten. “Yes. Yes, I can definitely work with this. But don’t expect me to put on cheesy porn music as I fuck you so hard you forget what zip code you’re in.”
The floor of her sex bottomed out so her ovaries could use the space to practice their hip-hop routine, not to cheesy porn music but to the gravelly notes in Liam’s voice. “I was never very good with geography,” she admitted. “What about occasionally smacking my ass?” Why should her ovaries have all the fun?
She wanted to see how far she could push him.
“Definitely.”
“Any weird kinks I should know about?”
“Nothing that would require a safe word.”
“Anything you want to ask me?” she offered. They’d moved from possibly dating to now negotiating some sort of sex contract. Surely he had his own questions.
“Just one thing,” he murmured as his brother started to head their way. Oh God, she didn’t think she’d survive if Romeo brought them both to their senses. Liam must have had the same thought, because he turned his head and leveled a stare at his brother that had him raising both hands and backing away.
“Yes?” she asked.
She drowned in pools of his liquid green eyes. “You’re not really wanting waffles now, are you?”
She shook her head slowly. “What waffles?” She should know what he was talking about, but her brain misfired due to all the testosterone buffeting her skin. “I don’t want eggs, either,” she added in case he had other breakfast ideas.
He had her hand in his before she could blink as he leaned to the left and unhooked something that let him raise part of the bar. “I’m clearly having a wet dream right now. A beautiful woman just asked me to have sex with her, talk dirty, smack her ass, and remind her of her favorite porn. No way I’m letting you out of my sight and risk waking up.”
“Sensible,” she agreed. “I like how you think.”
For the first time since they met, Liam gave her a full, sexy grin before lowering his head enough to whisper in her ear, “Oh, lass, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”
He tugged on her hand as he maneuvered them both through the back of the bar and to a door that most likely led to the kitchen. His brother called out, “Gonna leave me to clean up all by my lonesome?”
Liam flipped him off but kept moving. Thank God. If he changed his mind, Cassie wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to revive her ovaries again.
At the moment, they were singing choruses of Hallelujah.
I’m so doing this.

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BET ME TO STAY


After a bet with his brother, Liam O’Connor has to date the next woman who walks into the pub. And he’s all in, because his pub is on the line. What he didn't expect was Cassie Meadows, who at first glance with her big glasses and bulky sweater looks like a woman who has many, many cats––but her wit and smile make him wonder what’s underneath her bulky armor.
Cassie Meadows aka sweet romance author Cassie O'Brian is about to lose everything. As in, her writing career is going down the drain because she can’t write the sexy stuff that’s selling these days. She needs inspiration in the worst way. That’s when she walks into the wrong pub at the right time. Sexy owner Liam is just what the writing doctor ordered. Her whole body is feeling inspired––and when he makes a proposal she can't refuse––she’s all in. Oh, hell yes. Best. Sex. Of. Her. Life. Thanks to Liam, she's about to write a best-seller.
But having an erotic romance alter ego is nothing compared to the real secret Cassie is hiding—and that one could destroy everything.
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Friday, July 12, 2019

Interview with C.D. Reiss

With: C.D. Reiss

Giveaway Alert!

Please introduce your newest release. 

Only Ever You is about a girl who planned for everything but never got what she hoped for, and a dweeb who hoped he’d to marry the girl, but never planned for it.

Rachel and Sebastian have an interesting history. They were friends as kids, but have lost touch as adults... 

They’re really strangers when they reunite at 30, but they’re burdened by what they think they know about each other. Sebastian was supposed to be an artist and Rachel was supposed to be a screenwriter. They have to shake all that stuff loose before they can see each other. When they do, they’re strangers. 

I think attraction between strangers is real. Sexual heat is real. But "hearts and flowers" are earned. (I know that sounds like I’m your dad telling you to mow lawns, but that’s where the magic is. Not the lawns.) In the time just before you’re struck by lightning there’s a real electricity. It’s pure potential and anything can go wrong. It’s the best thing ever.

When they were kids they made up a 'contract' to get married at 30—which is pretty much panned when they do meet up and have the most awkward first kiss EVER. How do they overcome such an incredibly uncomfortable situation?

They overcome it by running away!

Sebastian is thinking “now or never” because he thinks Rachel’s never going to think he’s any cooler than when she sees him in the office of his own company. And she isn’t ready because her whole idea of herself is tied up in what a failure she is. Neither one of them is feeling good enough about themselves to have a really hot first kiss, which is the same reason they’re not ready to get married.


Excerpt: Only Ever You by CD Reiss


After I left her and CJ with Lucinda, I spent the weekly staff meeting wondering if Rachel was the same warrior I’d loved or if she was more the woman who’d held her laptop to her chest as if she needed protection.

I was obsessed.

I had to know.

Her text came in as I was leaving the meeting.

I need to check that we’re kidding

Before I could finish typing a response, I caught her coming out of the bathroom with her laptop under her arm.

Alone. Me and her. Nothing between us but the question of who we were and how we fit.

“Seb, I—”

She didn’t have a chance to finish. I crowded her back into the bathroom and locked the door behind us.

“Kidding about what?” I said.

“About getting married.”

“Why would that even be a question?”

“Our parents have been in negotiations about it.”

My mother couldn’t keep herself from talking if she tried, and I was her favorite subject. 

“It might be a little soon for marriage, but—”

“Soon? I don’t like you seeing what I do for a living while you’re in a glass-walled office overlooking the ocean. I mean, I’m not marriage material, and the odds are that’s never going to change.”

“I don’t see why a date’s off the table.”

“Do you know what’s going to happen if we date?”

The list of possibilities was as long as my arm. I could have counted them off, from “We decide we hate each other” to “We end up in bed.” But I didn’t, because I was still trying to figure her out.

What did she want to hear?

With her wide eyes and parted lips, what did she want? Did she have a fondest wish where I was concerned? Was she leaning forward? Was her expression soft and yielding?

My mind spent too long deciding what to say, so my body spoke for me.

I kissed her hard and was met with teeth and stiff resistance. It was a kiss I’d wanted since I’d had hairless armpits and a voice somewhere in the low soprano range. I’d dreamed about it. Fantasized about it. Thought about it so hard in the middle of the night I could practically feel it.

But never, ever in my fantasies did she push me away so hard I fell back against a towel dispenser, watching her face twist into surprised rage as the machine spit out a ragged rectangle of brown paper.

“That was—”

“Messed up. I know.”

“Then why? What is wrong with you?”

She was livid, just like she would have been. Just like she should have been.

The tiger within Rachel was in there, and my attempt to tease her out had probably alienated her. She’d be right to never speak to me again.

“I’m sorry,” I said with my hand on the door lock. “I misread you. It won’t happen again.”

I started to open the door, but she held it closed.

“If we date, my mother’s going to get her hopes up that I’m going to settle down. And I’m sorry, Seb, but if we break up while she’s in chemo, it’s going to crush her.”

“You don’t even know if she’s sick again.”

“You’re right.” She pointed a rigid finger at me as if I were her mother. “I’m going to make her tell me.”

“You’re really beautiful when you’re telling it like it is.”

She slid her hand off the door. Having been called out, the warrior was sent into hiding.

No. I wouldn’t accept that. I wouldn’t allow it.

“Let’s just go out and catch up,” I said. “Saturday.”

“Can’t. Saturday’s the soonest I can talk to Mom.”

I unlocked the door. “I’m sorry about . . . the thing.”

“Kissing me?”

“No, wasting paper towels. Of course kissing you.”

“Next time, give a girl a little warning.”

Next time? Her eyes darted to the door. Was she calculating the distance to her getaway? Or making sure it was closed?

“How about now?” I asked.

“Now what?”

“Fair warning. Now.”

I stepped a little closer and put my hands on her arms. Not right away. I let them hover an inch away before touching her to give her the chance to move away. A chance I was sure she’d take.

“Seb, really?”

But she didn’t move away.

Not this time. When I laid my hands on her biceps, she leaned in to me just a little. I smelled the floral lotion on her skin and a hint of cool water on her breath.

“Really.” I slid the laptop from her arms and placed it on the counter. “This is your warning.”

You’re doing this. I cannot believe you’re doing this.

“It doesn’t feel like a warning,” she said, and again—I noted—she didn’t move away.

“Flashing red lights.” My lips brushed her cheek, heading for her mouth. She felt better than I ever imagined. “A buzzer, maybe.”

“Just a kiss?” she asked, her lips moving against mine.

Before I could consummate what she was agreeing to, I was smacked by a swinging door.

“Oh!” CJ said. “I’m sorry! I was looking for you.”

Rachel snatched up her laptop and walked out. CJ raised an eyebrow with good reason, since I was in the ladies’ room. I left, and we all gathered in the hall.

Awkward.

“Well,” Rachel said. “Thanks for showing us your tedious financial-sector company.”

“Thank you for coming,” I said and let them walk away. I could have done or said much more, but not without getting her into trouble. She glanced back at me when they turned the corner, as if she wanted to make sure I was still there.
***
ONLY EVER YOU

Rachel knew exactly what turning thirty would be like. She had a plan, after all. First college, then a climb up the professional ladder. Love, marriage, children. All of it was on the schedule.

The cheap Hollywood apartment wasn’t on the list. Neither was the string of heartbreaks. Or the effect her mother’s cancer had on her career.

It’s hard to stay practical and on point when everything takes a left turn.

Enter Sebastian, the nerd across the street. The boy she defended when he couldn’t defend himself. The best friend she promised she’d marry if life didn’t go according to plan.
Not only is he successful, confident, and gorgeous, but he also still has their handwritten marriage contract.

No one goes through with childhood wedding pacts.

That’s crazy.

But their families might just be crazy enough to rent a hall and set a date. All Rachel and Sebastian have to do is fall in love.


Author Biography
CD Reiss is a New York Times bestselling author. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God, but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, Reiss moved to Hollywood, California, to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere—but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.
Reiss is frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut, which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine. Text cdreiss to 77948 to get a notification whenever she has a new release.
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Thursday, July 11, 2019

Time to Celebrate Christmas in July!


Celebrate these brand new novellas from some of our favorite contemporary romance authors – out now!

Title: Gifted
Author: Savannah Kade
Series: A Breathless Novel
Blurb: 

Riley desperately needs Christian’s help in her classroom...can she handle having him in her bed, too?


Labeled “gifted” at an early age, Riley Zayat has spent her life fighting social expectations. Now she’s finally landed her dream job, but brilliant kids need more than one person can give. 

Christian has returned home to Breathless financially wealthy but emotionally burned out. The rigidity and meticulousness that make him such a talented programmer also make him impossible to read. It’s killing Riley to have no idea if her feelings are returned.

Neither of them has room for a love they both need, but don’t know how to make work. He has no clue how to win the vibrant teacher over, so it’s not a surprise their budding relationship is rocky from the start. Can he learn to bend? Does she have enough Southern steel in her spine to take a risk on the one man who might be worth keeping?

If you like unconventional true-love romance, you’ll love Gifted. This is the first book in the Breathless series—small town Southern romance with swoon-worthy characters and real love. Fall head over heels for Riley and Christian in Gifted now!


Title: Christmas in His Arms
Author: Cynthia D’Alba
Series: Applebottom Dog Lovers
Blurb:

My name is Opal Mae McCool. I love my parents, but that name? Ugh, but I’ve adjusted. This year has been rocking along until October when my entire life lands in the toilet and someone flushes. First, my groom dumps me at the altar. Confession…not as destroyed as I should have been. Then, I share a steamy kiss with old love which leads to…nothing. Radio silence. Fine. Disappointed, but moving on. However, it’s almost Christmas and I make a quick overnight business trip to Montana just in time for the snowmageddon and I’m stuck in Bozeman with only clean panties and a toothbrush. Next year has to be better, right? 

I’m Michael Rockland. Born, raised and will die in Texas and I’m fine with that. I’m a mechanic at heart, even if my everyday job doesn’t allow me under the hood. About a month ago, I discovered I’m the Friday Lunch Special at a local diner. I’d be pissed if it wasn’t for a good cause and it hadn’t led me back to the love of my life. One hot, steamy kiss, a promise for the future, and she shuts me out. Harsh, but I’m a big boy. I can deal with reality, except when she ends up on my grandparents’ doorstep in Montana.

My dad doesn’t approve of him. His mother doesn’t approve of me. It’s not quite the Capulets and Montagues, and we are long past the teenage years, so isn’t it time to let us decide if we belong together or not?
 

Title: A Pride Christmas
Author: Jill Sanders
Series: A Pride Series Novella
Blurb:

Take a magical trip back to Pride, Oregon. Meet some new people and watch how the Jordan family welcomes them in this special holiday novella. 

Alice McKinney was supposed to be home for the holidays, enjoying her mother’s homemade pies and her father’s fried turkey. Instead, she’s trapped in a blizzard, holed up in a small cabin somewhere on the coast of Oregon. If that wasn’t bad enough, her brother had sent his best friend, Eric, to drive her home instead of coming himself, which means she’s stranded with the man of her childhood dreams.
It was supposed to be a simple road trip to help his best friend out. Go down to Cali, grab Alice, and bring her home to Portland. Spending fourteen hours in a car with the girl he’d always wanted but couldn’t have was punishment enough. Then the storm hit, leaving them stranded in a romantically perfect setting. Now, he’ll get to spend the holidays with his dream woman in a very magical place.


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