Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Broken Little Melodies

Star-crossed lover find each other after years apart, can they repair the pieces of their broken relationship for a second chance at love?

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Broken Little Melodies

Star-crossed lovers…

Deep among the Jeffrey Pines of Lake Tahoe, Isabelle Martin and Roman Stone find comfort in each other at a summer camp for musically gifted teens where their love grows stronger every year. But they couldn’t be more different. She’s an orphan from the West Coast running with the wild crowd, and he’s a rich kid from New York hiding the scars of an abusive home. When their worlds finally collide, the future they planned comes crashing down around them and Belle is forced to cut Roman from her life without any explanation.

Five years later…

Roman’s on top of the world. His successful rock band is preparing for their first headlining tour, but when he unexpectedly runs into Belle, old feelings for her come rushing back, and his new found bravado fails him. 

Belle has learned that some things in life have the power to break your spirit, and trying to forget Roman has made her bitter—she’s merely a waitress headlining a bar-band, and he’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Seeing him again makes her question whether time can mend a broken heart. 

Their struggles brought them together, and their differences tore them apart, but now that they’re together again, can they repair the broken pieces and get a second chance at love?

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She let out a deep sigh before settling down perpendicular to me and setting her head on my stomach. I was all at once hyper aware of her coconut scented hair and the warmth of her head against my stomach. Something wild fluttered in my gut.
“Whoa, that’s really pretty,” she said, staring up at the stars. “I kind of wish they’d let us camp out here some night. It’s nothing like the sky we see back home.” The vibration of her voice against my stomach did strange things to my body, making my dick thicken.
I grunted in response. “It’s weird that we’re only half a day’s drive away from where you live. I wish I could go there.”
“No you don’t. Trust me. There’s not much to see. But I wish I could see where you live. I’ve never been outside of California.”
My fingers reached out on their own to tangle in a strand of her hair. It was soft and smooth, the way I had started to imagine her lips would feel. “One day I’ll bring you to New York.”
“I could never afford something like that,” she said quietly.
“You wouldn’t need money. You’d be my guest.”
She didn’t say anything more as I smoothed more of her hair out across my stomach. “What did you think of my song?”
Her head shifted slightly as she took a deep breath. “It was…wow, Roman. I can’t believe you wrote that. Not because I don’t think you’re talented enough to do it, because you are. It’s just…you’re special. I mean your voice and the way you can strum a guitar when you just learned how to play…you could be the next Justin Bieber one day.”
When I laughed extra hard, her head bounced. “I’d much rather be the next Jimmy Page.”
“You know what I mean,” she said, her voice quiet as if embarrassed.
I pushed my fingers deeper into her hair, lightly massaging her scalp. “I-I w-wrote that s-song f-for you.”
The world ended.
Not really, but bile surged against my throat. My heart screeched to a painful stop. The stutter I spent years keeping at bay was back, and Isabelle wasn’t saying anything. I sucked a painfully hard breath, waiting for her response. I was sure she was going to stand up and run as fast as her legs would carry her.
“I kind of guessed you did,” she said in a soft voice.
Then she sat up. I almost burst into tears like a little kid, knowing she was getting ready to run. I had screwed things up and lost my best friend.
But then she leaned over me, her hair making a veil around us. Her eyes were shining down on me through the darkness, wet with tears. “That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Then she gathered her hair behind her head, leaned down, and pressed her lips against my cheek. They were soft, warm, damp with tears, and filled with an unspoken promise to love me no matter if I stuttered or made a fool of myself in any other way.
That was the summer I knew without a doubt that my life would never be the same.
I was madly in love.

About Jennifer Ann:
Jennifer Ann is the author of ten contemporary romance novels with complex love stories. Like her characters, she's in love with the city of New York, trips on airplanes or the back of her husband's Harley, and everything rock and roll. Sometimes you can catch her driving a tractor alongside her husband in southern Minnesota while trying to keep up with the madness of their four active children.

You can connect with her online at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | BookBub | Goodreads

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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Storming The Castle

Man (or woman) plans and God laughs. Have you ever had a whole scenario planned out in your head and have it fall completely apart on you? I have, more times than I can count. Things for Faith didn’t turn out exactly as she’d planned, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do something about it.

Faith heard his footsteps going back down the stairs as she opened the pillowcase with her things. He’d packed a brush, deodorant, a toothbrush, her oversize sleep shirt, a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top.

Apparently, he didn’t feel bras or underwear were necessary.

Did she?

Her stomach flipped and then dropped to her toes. Did she want to have sex with Sam?
Duh, yes! her libido practically screamed, trying to drown out her common sense. That’s why she’d worn the thong and fancy bra. They’d come from Walmart, not Victoria’s Secret, but they weren’t her usual boring white cotton.

In her mind, when she’d allowed herself to think about it, she’d come back from girls’ night a little tipsy, see Sam, and let him seduce her. In her daydreams, she hadn’t had to make the decision outright, she could just let things happen.

Standing in the bathroom with her makeup off and her dress wrinkled, stone-cold sober after talking to the police had not been part of her plan. She laughed ruefully at herself. Thirty years old and she was afraid to make a move on a man.

“Faith? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I was just wondering if you had something against underwear as you didn’t pack any for me.”

“Must have forgotten.” He didn’t sound at all contrite. In fact, Faith could hear the laughter in his voice. She had no doubt those eyes and his smile had managed to get many a woman out of her panties with very little effort on his part.


Sam Castleton has fame, houses all over the world, and one really big problem—he’s got an album due and he can’t write. All he wants is a quiet place to get his head straight. Dale, Georgia, seems like the perfect quiet spot to try to hear the music again and get some lyrics down on paper.

With her daughter’s paternal grandparents making a sudden appearance and the difficulties of running her own lodge and being a single mom, Faith Adams doesn’t have the time to worry about the mysterious stranger staying in one of her cottages, no matter how sexy he is.

Her newest guest may be surly, but his money is good, so she’s willing to overlook his surly nature. If only she could ignore the way he awakens a searing hunger in her…

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Arianna Hart enjoys spending time with her family, reading anything she can get her hands on, and of course writing! She’d love to spend her days on a beach with a drink in one hand and a book in the other, but until she wins the lottery she’ll just have to settle for chasing her girls around the pool. 


Monday, June 26, 2017

This Cowboy’s Hat

With: Heather Long

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If you’ve never heard "This Cowboy’s Hat" by Chris LeDoux, I highly recommend it. Understanding the love of a cowboy, and the life of one, means you need to understand their hats. It has a lot to do with good manners and respect.

Working on a ranch, you’ll need a cowboy hat. The Stetson is an iconic image associated with cowboys, but it’s also one of their most useful tools. It shields the face from the sun and protects them from rain. You have to do more than wear that hat to be a cowboy. You have to remember when a cowboy takes his hat off.

When the National Anthem plays, a cowboy removes his hat. If you don’t take it off, it’s disrespectful.

When you enter someone’s home or church, the hat comes off. The hat is removed because you’re a guest and it’s respectful.

Sitting at the dinner table? Off comes the hat whether it’s at home or a restaurant. If you’re with a lady, it’s even more important the hat comes off. A cowboy’s hat is for a man on the go, and a man at work. When he’s sitting down to a meal, he’s focused on the here and the now.

During an introduction to a lady, doff the hat, and shake her hand. Hats can hide your eyes, and it’s always best to let her see you particularly during a first meeting.

If you’re nipping into a store for a quick purchase, you can keep the hat on. Remember, a cowboy opens the door, pulls out a chair, and offers his assistance. He also listens to the lady when she says she can handle it herself. But when all is said and done, if you’re planning to stay a while, take the hat off.

A cowboy’s hat can hold a lot of history, and it’s a promise of work ethic and authenticity. Keep the promise by showing politeness and respect.

What do you think ladies, what does a cowboy’s hat mean to you?


A Leatherneck by any other name can still kick ass, which is just what retired United States Marine Corps Captain Tanner Wilks plans to do when he returns to his Texas family ranch to care for his ailing father. And nothing will stop him from achieving his mission—not even a lithe, brown-eyed town veterinarian who seems hell-bent on driving him wild.

Captain Tanner Wilks, honorably discharged from the U.S. Marine Corps, returns home to find his father struggling after his latest heart attack. Worse yet, Julia Heller—the sexy new girl in town that he once spent a hot night with—is the resident veterinarian who’s made a home for herself at Round Top ranch, and doesn’t seem to be in a rush to repeat their time together.

It falls on Tanner’s shoulders to take on the ranch and keep an eye on his father before he falls victim to another heart attack. But Julia doesn’t appreciate Tanner coming in or pursuing her. Even if he’s hot as hell and can make her quiver with just a look. Ousting her may give Tanner the leverage he needs to corral his father, but first he has to wrestle with his own heart.
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Friday, June 23, 2017

Secret Billionaires

Congratulations to "jcp", the winner in Jennifer's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!

I’m so excited to be back at Just Contemporary Romance! One of my very favourite things to do is collaborate with other authors on joint projects, which I’ve done with Harlequin Presents’ new Secret Billionaires series. Writing can be a solitary profession. Sharing your ideas and building a series with other authors is such a collaborative, fun process that gets my creative juices flowing. So when I was offered the chance to write Secret Billionaires with Rachael Thomas and Dani Collins, I couldn’t say yes quickly enough.

 Not only are they fabulous women and we love to work together, but we were given the most juicy premise for the series. Three billionaire bachelors go undercover for two weeks without their wallets. Where will they go? What will they do?

We quickly brainstormed three of the most fun, outrageous ‘jobs’ we could send them on in a mechanic, a pool boy and a stable groom. I knew immediately my Argentinian wine baron, Alejandro Salazar, would go undercover as a groom in the Hargrove’s legendary Kentucky stables to avenge a decades-old injustice between the Salazar and Hargrove families in Salazar’s One Night Heir. The story simply appeared as a dramatic, movie storyline in my head and I couldn’t wait to put fingers to keyboard. How sexy and delicious to put my hero in this glamorous, high stakes world, but instead of ruling it, he’s shoveling horse manure! And I’ve been dying to write an equestrian heroine for ages, because I used to ride and I love the horse world. Thus, the fiery, world class showjumper, Cecily Hargrove, was born.

Alejandro expects to reap revenge—what he doesn’t expect is to feel such lust for Clayton Hargrove’s high-handed, uppity daughter, Cecily, when she tosses her reins at him in a snit. Or that Cecily is hiding deep, painful wounds after an accident with her prize horse Alejandro can help heal. He finds himself helping both Cecily and her horse. But their one, risky, red-hot night together will have huge consequences that bind these two enemy dynasties together forever.

I am so thrilled with how this series turned out and hope you love it too. Stay tuned for an excerpt. Meanwhile, I have a giveaway for one lucky reader to win.

I loved writing an equestrian heroine. But if I were writing a heroine just for you, what would she be? Sky’s the limit. One commenter will win a set of all three Secret Billionaires books signed by the authors.

Secret Billionaires

Challenged to go undercover—but tempted to blow it all!

Tycoons Antonio Di Marcello, Stavros Xenakis and Alejandro Salazar cannot imagine life without their decadent wealth, incredible power and untouchable status—but neither can they resist their competitive natures!

Dared to abandon all they know, these extraordinary men leave behind their billionaire lifestyles and take on “ordinary lives”.

But disguised as a mechanic, a pool boy and a groom, they’re about to meet the real challenge… Conquering the women they’ll meet along the way!

            Distracted, he brought his gaze back up to hers. The reminder he wasn’t who he’d said he was, that this couldn’t happen, should have been enough to have him ending this right now, but the hesitant look in her blue eyes commanded him instead.
            “That night in the barn—was I imagining that you wanted to kiss me?”
            Ai por Deus. How was he supposed to answer that? Lie and he would hurt her, something he wasn’t willing to do. But telling her the truth wasn’t an option either.
            “I don’t think I should answer that question.”
            “Because I work for you. Because it isn’t appropriate.”
            “This is already past appropriate,” she murmured, eyes on his mouth. “And you’ve already answered my question by not answering.”
            “Then we should consider the subject closed.” He reached up to disentangle her arms from around his neck. She kept them where they were. “I think I should test my theory out.”
            “What theory?”
            “That you will be a better kisser than Knox.”
            Oh no. He shook his head. “I think we should leave the answer to the theoretical realm.”
            “I don’t.” She curved her fingers around the back of his neck and drew his mouth down to hers. He should have stopped it right there, should have exercised the sanity he should have had, but he wasn’t going to reject her—not in her ultra-vulnerable state.   And, if the truth be known, he wanted to kiss her. Badly. Had since that night in the barn.
            Lush and full, not quite practiced, the brush of her lips against his sent a sizzle over every inch of his skin. This was such a bad idea.
            He relaxed beneath her touch, allowed her to play. He’d give it a minute, make it good and get out of Dodge.
            “You have an amazing mouth,” Cecily breathed against his lips. “But you aren’t kissing me back.”
            “Self-preservation,” he murmured before he splayed his fingers around her delicate jaw, angled her mouth the way he wanted it and took control.
            Her sweet, heady taste exploded across his senses. As good as he’d imagined it to be—maybe better. Fingers stroking over the silky skin of her cheek, he explored the voluptuous line of her mouth with his own, acquainting himself with every plump, perfect centimeter.
            When skin against skin didn’t seem to be enough, he brought his teeth and his tongue into play, nipping, stroking, lathing. A gasp escaped her lips. He took advantage of the opportunity and closed his mouth over hers, taking the kiss deeper, mating his tongue with hers. Twining her fingers into the hair at his nape, she followed his lead, sliding her tongue against his, turning the kiss into an intimate, seductive exploration that fried his brain.
             Santo Deus, but she was responsive, the taste of them together perfection. He fought the desire to explore the rest of her curvy, hot body with his mouth and tongue. To discover how sweet she really was.
            In his world, kisses like this led to hot, explosive sex. In this world, however, it absolutely, positively could not happen.
            His rational brain kicked in. He broke the kiss, sank his fingers into her waist and lifted her off of him and placed her back on the blanket.
            Cheeks flushed, eyes on his, Cecily pushed a hand through her hair. “That was—”
            “Proof you aren’t a cold fish,” he said, pushing to his feet. “Now we forget it happened.”
            She eyed him. “Colt—”
            He shook his head. “You know my MO. Here today, gone tomorrow. You don’t want to get involved with me, Cecily. Trust me.”

About the Author:
Award-winning author JENNIFER HAYWARD has been a fan of romance since filching her sister's novels to escape her teenaged angst.

Jennifer emerged on the publishing scene when she won Harlequin's So You Think You Can Write global writing competition in 2012. She is the Romantic Times Magazine Reviewer's Choice Best Harlequin Presents of 2014 winner for her book, The Magnate's Manifesto.

Jennifer's career in journalism and PR, including years of working alongside powerful, charismatic CEOs and traveling the world, has provided perfect fodder for the fast-paced, sexy stories she likes to write, always with a touch of humour.

A native of Canada's gorgeous East coast, Jennifer lives in Toronto with her Viking husband and young Viking-in-training.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017


From New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis comes her first women's fiction novel—an unforgettable story of friendship, love, family, and sisterhood.

They say life can change in an instant…

     After losing her sister in a devastating car accident, chef Quinn Weller is finally getting her life back on track. She appears to have it all: a loving family, a dream job in one of L.A.'s hottest eateries, and a gorgeous boyfriend dying to slip an engagement ring on her finger. So why does she feel so empty, like she's looking for a missing piece she can't find?

     The answer comes when a lawyer tracks down Quinn and reveals a bombshell secret and a mysterious inheritance that only she can claim. This shocking revelation washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. Her whole life has been a lie.

     On impulse, Quinn gives up her job, home, and boyfriend. She heads up the coast to the small hometown of Wildstone, California, which is just a few hours north, but feels worlds apart from Los Angeles. Though she doesn't quite fit in right away, she can't help but be drawn to the town’s simple pleasures…and the handsome, dark-haired stranger who offers friendship with no questions asked.

     As Quinn settles into Wildstone, she discovers there's another surprise in store for her. The inheritance isn't a house or money, but rather something earthshattering, something that will make her question everything she thought she knew about herself, about her family. Now with a world of possibilities opening up to Quinn, she must decide if this new life is the one she was always meant to have—and the one that could finally give her the fulfillment she's searched so long for.

To Mick’s relief, he caught Quinn in the parking lot, leaning against her car, her thumbs moving furiously over the screen of her phone. When she saw him, she grimaced.
He lifted his hands and stayed out of her personal space. “Thought you could use a ride back to the B and B,” he said.

“I’m not driving.” She lifted her phone. “I’m trying to get an Uber.”

He smiled. “How’s that going?”

She sighed and slipped her phone into her pocket. “So Wildstone doesn’t have drive-throughs, Thai takeout, or Uber? Seriously?”

“We have other things.”

“Yes,” she said. “Ghosts. Big bugs. Cute dogs. And girlfriends, apparently.”

“Lena’s not my girlfriend,” he said. “She’s Boomer’s. Sort of.” He shook his head. “It’s complicated.”

She didn’t take her eyes off him. “But you’ve slept together.”

He arched a brow.

“I’m sorry,” she said, closing her eyes. “That was rude. There’s a chemistry there, and a familiarity, that’s all. You know what? Don’t listen to me. My tongue’s running the show and I think I’m just jealous at how everyone else seems to take life’s shit in stride and keep going. I haven’t learned that trick and I need to. And how to keep going, that is. Like the Energizer Bunny. Or my electric toothbrush. God.” She pressed her hands to her face. “I really need to stop talking. Make me stop talking!”

He took her hand and tugged her to his truck.

“Wait,” she said, putting a hand to his chest and fisting it in his shirt to hold him to her. “You’re not a murderer or a rapist or anything like that, right?”

He lifted a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

“Were you a Boy Scout?”

Laughing a little at that because he’d been just about the furthest thing from a Boy Scout, he gently pushed her into the passenger seat and leaned in to buckle her seat belt, and suddenly their faces were an inch from each other. He heard her suck in a breath and he did the same.

Talk about chemistry.

“Mick?” she whispered.


“Are you feeling something?”

“You could say that,” he murmured. “You?”

She licked her lips and he nearly groaned. “I think so,” she whispered.

“That’s good.”

“Are you going to kiss me?”

He cupped her face, let his thumbs trace her jawbone, his fingers sinking into her silky waves. “No,” he said quietly. “And not because I don’t want to, but because when I do, I want to know you’re ready. That you’ll feel it.”

She sighed. “Guys do whatever they want all the time, no emotions necessary. I want that skill.” Another shaky breath escaped her, and since they were literally an inch apart, they shared air for a single heartbeat during which neither of them moved.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “Okay, so I’m definitely feeling things.” She hesitated and then her hands came up to his chest. “Maybe we should test it out to be sure.”

God, she was the sweetest temptation he’d ever met, and he wanted nothing more than to cover her mouth with his. Instead, he brushed his mouth to her cheek.

“Please, Mick,” she whispered, her exhale warming his throat. He loved the “please,” and he wanted to do just that more than anything. But when she tried to turn her head into his, to line up their mouths, he gently tightened his grip, dragging his mouth along her smooth skin instead, making his way to her ear.

“Not yet,” he whispered, letting his lips brush over her earlobe and the sensitive skin beneath it.

She moaned and clutched him. “Why not?”

It took every ounce of control he had to lift his head and meet her gaze. “Because I want to make sure you’re really with me, that you’re feeling everything I’m feeling. That there’ll be no doubt, no regrets.”

“You sure have a lot of requirements.”

He laughed. And she was right, it was all big talk for a guy who didn’t do relationships anymore. Still, he forced himself to step back and shut the passenger door.

As he rounded the hood to the driver’s side, he tried to remind himself of all the reasons she was a bad idea. He lived two hundred miles away and he was hoping to move his mom up by him and never come back here. Not to mention that Quinn lived an equal two hundred miles in the opposite direction and she was in a deeply vulnerable place. No way would he even think about taking advantage of that.

But when he slid behind the wheel and their eyes locked, he realized that while his mind could stand firm, the rest of his body wasn’t on board with the in-control program.

New York Times bestselling author Jill Shalvis lives in a small town in the Sierras full of quirky characters. Any resemblance to the quirky characters in her books is, um, mostly coincidental. Look for Jill’s bestselling, award-winning books wherever romances are sold and visit her website,, for a complete book list and daily blog detailing her city-girl-living-in-the-mountains adventures.

Connect with Jill
Facebook: @JillShalvis
Twitter: @JillShalvis

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