Thursday, December 14, 2017

The Billionaire’s Forever Family

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One of my favorite things to do with my writing is to set up situations where neither character is 100% right, neither is 100% wrong, but both are 100% furious at the other! In The Billionaire’s Forever Family, Cassidy does what she thinks is best in order to protect her beloved niece, but her niece’s newly discovered father doesn’t appreciate being treated as a threat:

As soon as she had the door locked and the sign flipped to “Closed”, Cassidy whirled for her phone.
“Who are you calling?” Connelly asked from just the other side of the counter.
“Who do you think?” Cassidy snarled. This arrogant son-of-a-bitch, cruising in and acting like— “Debbie? It’s Cassidy Frost. Can you pull Emily out of class, please? Right away? I’m going to come by and pick her up. I’ll meet her at the front doors in five minutes. ” The school secretary agreed, and Cassidy dropped the phone and reached for her purse.
“What the hell are you doing?” Connelly demanded. “You can’t hide her from me.”
“Hide her?” Cassidy whirled toward him. “God, I wish I could. I wish I could run away with her and keep her away from the crazy asshole who thinks he has the right to pee on his territory and make public claims in front of gossip queens! I wish I could protect her from a man who doesn’t care if his own daughter finds out about him from a nosy neighbor instead of having the chance to deal with the situation on her own terms at her own speed.” She was at the door now and waved her arm at him. “Get out. I have to get to the school before Emily hears about this from some classmate with a cellphone.”
“I should follow you—” he started as he brushed past her out of the diner.
“You should go to hell,” she replied, and yanked the door shut behind her. This mess was partly her fault. She’d started it. But this asshole had made everything much, much worse. She needed to get to Emily and start trying to make things better.

When Cassie Frost reaches out to the biological father of the niece she’s raising, she doesn’t expect him to send in the lawyers. Emily is all the family Cassie has left, and she’ll do whatever it takes to keep her niece. But as the owner of a struggling dinner going up against a billionaire, the odds aren’t in Cassie’s favor.

When billionaire Will Connelly learns he has a daughter, he’s determined to have a place in her life—even if that means going head-to-head with her proud, stubborn, and irresistible aunt. It’s clear they both want what’s best for Emily, but Will’s not used to being told he’s wrong, and Cassie doesn’t seem to have a problem letting him know whenever she thinks he’s messing up.

Will’s sure they can have it all, even if Cassie is determined to stand on her own two feet instead of being swept off them.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Favorite Holiday Traditions

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We have a holiday tradition in our family that’s been going on for many years.  Our Christmas Eve meal starts with a shot of Crown Royal. The elder of our family, who is now my brother, wishes everyone a healthy happy year and then…pours everyone in turn a shot of whiskey. No one, no matter how big or small, is immune to this. Even the smallest child will get a taste of liquor on a pinky dipped in the shot glass.

I’ll never forget my husband’s shock that even the kids were liquoring up around the Christmas Eve table. Family of lushes they are, yep.

In my Christmas novella, CAN’T MISS CHRISTMAS, my heroine, a world-famous children’s author, has a tradition that she carries on every year. She signs books at a Christmas party for hospitalized patients at the big metropolitan Children’s Hospital. Come hell or high water, she makes an appearance and gives away books. But this year, it happens to be snowing badly, and all flights are cancelled. Her only option of getting to the party is via her ex-husband’s Range Rover. She chooses not disappointing the kids over enduring a five-hour road trip with her sexy but very annoying ex.

Of course hijinks ensue, and their enforced time together in the awesome small town of Mirror Lake, Connecticut, provides a vehicle for confessions and confidences. (And maybe even some sexy time. J )

I loved this couple and their path back to each other. For a quick holiday read in the midst of your holiday stress, check them out. 

Somehow, Grace managed to pass Graham and get in the bathroom, where she used the time to try to calm the hell down. If she didn’t come up with an excuse to leave this room, something combustible was going to happen between them. She had to get out while she still had all her wits about her.
When she’d finally got her breathing under control, she left the bathroom, walked toward her suitcase, and stubbed her toe on the bed.
She let out a curse and hopped around a little, imagining what she must look like with her bedhead hair, red plaid flannel, and Christmas socks. Very sexy. Unlike the delicious, muscular god walking toward her.
She tried to use the pain to distract herself from how her mouth had suddenly gone dry and her knees felt as wobbly as a one-year-old’s, but it wasn’t really working. Worse, Graham stepped a little closer.
She splayed out her arms, warning him back. All that lean muscle, all that raw, masculine heat—it could not come near her. She would throw herself at him, smooth her hands over all that hard, bountiful muscle, and beg for things. Her body could not be trusted. “I’m fine. Really. Just stubbed my toe.”
“Want me to take a look?”
His gaze was torching her, like paper in a fire that turns immediately to ash and blows away.
The fact that he was now inches away with his lips quirked into the slightest smile told her he didn’t heed her warning, or give a damn about it. And oh, she did not want him to. He was so close now, she could smell the soap from his shower, see the little beads of water on his shoulders. His fingers gripped her elbow, and she swore it tingled from his touch. Other parts of her were sort of on fire too. So not good. “Let’s see it,” he said, the smile morphing into a wicked grin.
“Graham, I’m fine.” She tried to shrug away. He dropped his hand, but still she felt pinned in place, unable to move or even breathe. Electricity buzzed and snapped between them. She didn’t want him to see how much he affected her, yet she was helpless with him so near.
His gaze homed in on her lips. He was going to…yes, he was. Kiss her. Her heartbeat thrummed in her throat, and every muscle froze in anticipation.
She wanted it. Wanted him. So, so badly.
Graham lowered his mouth. The dip of his head was so familiar, yet it made every nerve stand on end. At last, their lips met. His were soft and pliant, and they brushed against hers, carefully and slowly. Her hand was trembling as she wrapped it around his neck and pulled him toward her until their bodies were flush, fitting together like they were always meant to.
That simple move blew careful and slow right out of the water. His mouth crushed hers, devouring her with deep, sensual kisses. His tongue slid inside her mouth, and she met it with equal vigor, desire roaring and crashing between them, unleashed like a storm surge, uncontrollable and insatiable.
Suddenly, Graham pulled back, out of breath. He cradled her face in his hands and looked at her tenderly. “I missed you,” he said. “I missed this.”

Here comes a charming standalone Christmas novella by Amazon bestselling author Miranda Liasson. Fans of both Mirror Lake series will recognize familiar elements and people along the way.

It’s two days before Christmas and bestselling children’s author Grace Alberts needs to fulfill a promise—to make it to a book signing for the kids at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, the place that did so much for her during a very rough time. But the weather’s getting awful and all flights are cancelled out of Boston, where she’s wrapping up her book tour. Then in walks her annoying but extremely sexy ex-husband, who (as usual) thinks he’s got all the answers.

Graham Walker just stopped by to get a book signed for Grace’s biggest fan, his niece, and wish Grace a Merry Christmas—why not? But he soon finds himself troubleshooting her dilemma. He’s got a Range Rover that can plow through a hundred-year Nor’easter. He’s even headed home to Philly. Trouble is, Grace's and his past is a disaster, something he has no intention of reliving while driving through a winter storm, no matter how much he once loved her. And maybe still does.

Bad weather has a way of bringing out the best and the worst in people, and when a run in with some deer antlers leads them to a forced stop in Mirror Lake, Connecticut, anything can happen, naughty or nice. Maybe a bit of enforced alone time and some Christmas magic can be just what it takes for them to face their past—and each other—once and for all.

For a chance at a $10 Amazon card, tell me about one of your favorite holiday traditions… and happy holidays!

About Miranda:
Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about everyday people who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart winner and an Amazon bestselling author whose heartwarming and humorous small–town romances have won accolades such as the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl Reviews Top Picks.

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Sunday, December 10, 2017

The Sweetheart Sham

With: Danielle Ellison

The Sweetheart Sham

In a small town like Culler, South Carolina, you guard your secrets like you guard your cobbler recipe: with your life. Georgia Ann Monroe knows a thing or two about secrets: she’s been guarding the truth that her best friend Will is gay for years now. But what happens when a little white lie to protect him gets her into a fake relationship…and then the boy of her dreams shows up?

Enter Beau Montgomery: Georgie’s first love, hotter than ever, and much too much of a southern gentleman to ever pursue someone else’s girl. There’s no way to come clean to Beau while still protecting Will. But bless their hearts, they live in Culler—where secrets always have a way of revealing themselves.

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book contains a hilarious “fakeship,” a scorching-hot impossible relationship, and a heartwarming best-friendship that will make you want to call your best friend right here, right now.

Excerpt from The Sweetheart Sham:

“What are you doing here?” Georgia Ann asks as soon as she comes downstairs.

I didn’t even hear her. I look her way from the counter. She’s still in her pajamas. Pink ones with polka dots and not a stitch of makeup. I can’t look at her in the wrong way, or for too long because she’s my cousin’s girl, so I avert my eyes. Not that the image isn’t burned into my retinas and on replay.

 I cross my arms. “What do you mean?”

She scowls at me; it makes her nose crinkle up. Cute. Everything she does is cute. She is dating your cousin.

“Why are you in my house?”

“Your dad made coffee,” I say, pointing to the two mugs.

“Yeah, it’s his house so he can do that. I meant why are you here so early.”

I smile at her. “He invited me to breakfast. Plus, I think I asked someone to hang out with me, then she disappeared.”

“I never said I would.”

“You never said you wouldn’t.”
Georgia Ann sighs. “I’ve been busy. You have basketball anyway.”

“Not on Saturdays.”

“Hang out with Will,” she says.

“He’s not here today,” I respond.

She uncrosses her arms. “Right. They’re with the Stanguards.”

“The only one at home is my dad. I’d rather go toe to toe with an alligator.”

She searches my gaze for a minute. “So here you are.”

We stare at each other across the space in the kitchen. Her hair is falling down from her bun. I want to reach over and push it off her face like I used to. Neither of us says anything as we stare at each other. I can almost feel the energy between us. It’s not something I’ve had with anyone else since her. I’d almost convinced myself it’d never happened in the first place. She’s not yours. I know she’s not and she can’t be. She’s with Will, and they both get to be happy. I still want to be her friend and move forward.

“Beau,” she says. She steps a little closer to me. “That’s my coffee mug.”

I blink and look down as Georgia Ann reaches past me toward a blue mug. I pull it away. “It doesn’t have your name on it.”

She reaches for the mug in my hand, and her fingers brush mine. It’s enough to send my heart racing. Georgia Ann turns the mug upside down and shoves the bottom in my face. There, carved in the bottom in tiny print, is her name.

“I stand corrected.”

I let her have the mug, and the look of victory on her face is remarkably smug. I like it.

About Danielle Ellison:

Danielle Ellison is a nomad, a lover of make-believe, and a bit of coffee snob. Always on the lookout for an adventure and the next story, she has had more zip codes and jobs than she can count.

In addition to writing, she’s the founder of the NoVa TEEN Book Festival in Virginia and a teen librarian. When she’s not busy with books, she’s probably watching her favorite shows, drinking coffee, or fighting her nomadic urges.

She is settled in Georgia (for now) with her cat, Simon, but you can always find her on twitter @DanielleEWrites.

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Saturday, December 9, 2017

Everyone Deserves Love

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I write flawed characters. They are humans who—in my mind—have experienced a life with ups and downs, and often some sidetracks too. Those experiences make them who they are, determine decisions they make, and how hard they fall in love.

When you’re building someone from the ground up, it’s easy to make them good-looking, charming, great in bed, and likeable. The challenge is to give them depth and conflict, to make them face challenges and grow. That is the heart of a good romance, two flawed people evolving to be better for each other.

Scrolling through my social media feed one day, I stumbled across a viral video. It was Neil Hilborn performing his spoken word poem titled “OCD.” Chills ran down my entire body and tears filled my eyes. I must have watched it twenty times. This man’s ability to express such passion and heartache about being in a relationship while having OCD moved me. In fact, it inspired my next novel.

Chaos and Control was born from the notion that everyone deserves love—no matter your shape, size, color, financial worth, or mental health disorder. Wren Hart is chaos. Her wild ways, despite being a preacher’s kid, have always been the talk of the town. After high school, she left out on her own to explore the world. Now that she’s back, she realizes nothing has changed. Except for the smoking hot new guy.

Preston is happy in his routine and order. Small town life has been good to him, allowing anonymity and personal space. Wren represents everything he doesn’t want, yet he finds himself drawn to her. While this is a tale of opposites attracting, it’s also a tale of two people who didn’t know they needed each other. Wren wants to avoid getting nailed down to small-town America and Preston thinks he’s unworthy of love. It takes a whole village to convince them otherwise.


When Wren Hart returns to her sleepy little Midwest town after years on the road, she finds the last thing she’d ever expect—a reason to stay. And that reason has a hard body, a knowledge of vinyl, and a crooked smile that sends her reeling.

Preston is a gorgeous, mysterious man, whose life is ruled by routine and order. Yet somehow, he finds Wren and her wild ways captivating. While their relationship grows in a delicate dance of chaos and control, the danger Wren thought she’d left behind during her travels is inching ever closer…and just may destroy them both.

“So, Preston-who-eats-here-twice-a-week, are you ever going to tell me what you’re writing in that notebook?”

“Thoughts,” he finally says. “A therapy of sorts.”

“So, like a diary?”

His forehead wrinkles, and his lips pull down on each side. “No. It’s poetry. I write poetry.”

“Will you let me read it someday?”

“No,” he answers, shaking his head.

He gives me no excuse. It stings a little. Just when I think I’ve gotten through that wall he’s built around himself, I’m reminded that Preston only allows me to see pieces of him.

“So, I got a job at The Haystack,” I say as Preston switches out his plates. “I start tonight.”

“That’s good. Maybe you’ll stop hanging out at Vinyl so much.”

I slap my hand over my heart and mouth “ouch” while he gives me that lopsided smirk.

“I don’t think you mind me hanging out there at all,” I say, calling his bluff. I lick my lips and celebrate internally when his eyes flick down to them.

“I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re so forward, so blunt,” he says in awe, as if he’s offended.

“It’s easy for me. Like breathing. I don’t know any other way to be.”

“It drives me crazy,” Preston says. I open my mouth to respond, but he stops me by holding up one finger. “But I also find it so damn sexy.”

I try to process what he’s said and form a reply, but nothing comes. He watches me, something new in his eyes that drives me wild. I focus on my salad and stab at cherry tomatoes with a little too much force.

“Very interesting, Wren.” The sound of my name sends me into a tailspin, and I hesitantly meet his gaze over a table, salad bowl, and two empty plates.


“Looks like you can’t handle a taste of your own medicine.”

I put down my fork and wipe my mouth with a napkin. With both hands on the table’s edge, I lean closer to him. Preston stays pressed against the back of the booth.

“That may be true. But I think you’d love to find out how good my medicine can be.”

Author bio:
Season Vining is a romance author, penning adventurous and sexy stories with a dash of humor. She grew up in southern Louisiana where food, culture, and family mean everything. She has lived in Houston, San Diego, and NYC—all of them providing colorful experiences and tons of writing material. She is a graphic designer by day, a complete font snob, and enjoys all forms of art. Her obsessions include live music, tattooed bad boys, vintage cars, and people who know the difference between their, there, and they’re.

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Thursday, December 7, 2017

A Cruel Kind of Beautiful

A Cruel Kind of Beautiful is a little different because instead of being one of our favorite romance tropes, it’s a fun cocktail mix of a few: the rock star, an athlete with the brain of a nerd who also happens to be the nice guy, albeit one made strong with sexual confidence. PLUS a heartwarming friends to lovers arc. What’s your favorite of all those tropes? I’d love to see your vote in the comments.
Favorite trope:
A. Rock star
B. Athlete
C. Nerd
D. Nice guy

E. Friends to lovers


If you can’t get to the Big O, can you get to the happily ever after? 

Jera McKnight loves music, swoons for hot guys, but sucks at sex. Jacob Tate is her perfect storm: a pun-loving nude model with a heart as big as his record collection.

When a newspaper-delivery accident lands him in her living room, he’s almost tempting enough to make her forget she’s never been able to please a man—in bed or out of it. Sure, he laughs at her obscure jokes, and he’ll even accept a PG-rating if it means he gets time with her, but he’s also hiding something. And it has everything to do with the off-limits room in his apartment. 

Jera pours all her confusion and longing into her drum kit, which pays off when her band lands the record deal of their dreams. Except just like Jacob, it might be too good to come without a catch. 

She doesn’t know if her music is good enough to attract a better contract, or if she’s enough to tempt a man like Jacob to give up his secrets, even if they could fix her problems between the sheets. But if this rocker girl is too afraid to bet on herself, she might just end up playing to an empty house. 


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“You keep saying you shouldn’t have a relationship, so why are you even here?”
His Adam’s apple bobs, and for the first time since he woke up in my bed, his confidence falters. “I…” His shoulders tighten, and I can all but see the wheels in his engineer’s brain cranking to life. But a long moment passes, then two. A chill of dread is starting to creep along my fingers before he finally answers. “I can’t help it.”
My breath explodes out, the relief turning it into something like a laugh. “What? Jesus, with a pause that long, I thought you were about to confess something about wanting to make a lamp out of my skin.”
He doesn’t laugh, his eyes dark and still as he watches me. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be chasing after you. I’ve got a ton of family responsibilities I didn’t have a year ago. A girl like you deserves somebody who can put her first, and as much as I want to, I can’t promise you that. I can’t even take you on a decent date, because the only jobs with a flexible enough schedule for me don’t pay worth crap and I’m pretty much always broke.”
The tiny lines of sadness are back at the edges of his eyes, and it’s almost like he’s asking for my forgiveness.
“I know I shouldn’t, but there’s something about you. I can’t…help it.”
This man. Dear God, this man.
“Neither can I,” I whisper.  
He takes a step closer, and when I don’t move away, he lifts my hair back over my shoulders, the strands brushing over my neck seeming like a caress just because he’s the one moving them. “Are you saying yes?” Guilt and hope war in his eyes, and I know he must see the same thing in me.
“One condition.”
“Name it.”
“You let me make you some soup before you have to go.”
He exhales and then lays a kiss, very softly, on my right cheekbone. Even that small touch sends a flash of heat through me so fast I’m left lightheaded. I never had a prayer of telling him no. Not in person. Not when he touches me like that.
“I have a condition, too.”
Nervousness twists under my breastbone. “Okay. Please tell me it doesn’t involve exotic sex toys.”
“The fact that you look worried tells me you have a lot to learn about sex toys. Don’t worry, though, this is perfectly innocent. If you get to make me soup, I get to make you dinner.” He straightens and takes a deep breath. “At my house.”
My eyes narrow. “Why’d you say it like that?”
His gaze flicks away, and then he puts on a quick smile. “Well, once you see my apartment, you might be overcome with lust and want to experiment with exotic sex toys. I’m just bracing myself.”
About Michelle Hazen:

Michelle Hazen is a nomad with a writing problem. Years ago, she and her husband ducked out of the 9 to 5 world and moved into their truck. As a result, she wrote most of her books with solar power in odd places, including a bus in Thailand, a golf cart in a sandstorm, and a beach in Honduras. Currently, she’s addicted to The Walking Dead, hiking, and Tillamook cheese.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Romance Between Cultures

What factors determine who we fall in love with? Is it familiarity, or our differences, or a mix of both? The background of WHERE I FOUND YOU is my husband, a new doctor, volunteering after the tsunami of 2004. The epicenter happened to be in Banda Aceh, and unlike all the film/TV versions of the tsunami, which took place in Thailand where Westerners were resorting, I wanted my story to take place in Indonesia, and the tragedy to be told from THEIR eyes, not just westerners vacationing there.

Sienna and her family are a vehicle to tell their story, and Sienna has a backstory of tragedy in her own life, losing her mother to a presumed small plane crash during a storm on a previous humanitarian mission.

Because WHERE I FOUND YOU takes place in Indonesia, Sienna’s love interest, Deni, is Acehnese by birth and Muslim by religion. Looking at the demographics below there’s no way the character wouldn’t be presumed Muslim.

Islam is the dominant religion in Aceh and over 98% from about 4 million population identify as Muslims. According to data from the 2005 census, religions' percentages in Aceh are 98.87% Islam, 0.87% Protestantism, 0.15% Buddhism, 0.09% Catholicism.

In fact, Deni finds it odd that Sienna, born and raised in a liberal California beach town, doesn’t belong to any particular religion. Most Indonesians assume people from the United States, and “The West” are Christian, and he asks her about this as they explore a grand temple in the jungles of Indonesia.

Sienna and Deni falling in love has a much to do with the innate curiosity that is front and center in their character personalities as it does with the things they have in common. They are drawn to each other’s differences. Deni reminds Sienna of who she once was before she lost her mom—full of adventure, hope and spirit—and he draws those appealing traits out of her again. Sienna, in turn, teaches Deni tools to ease his PTSD (nightmares of the giant wave, confusion and angst over taking on the responsibilities of the younger boys at the orphanage) and they come to depend on each other, lean on each other, while wanting to learn everything about the other in a short amount of time. Neither judges the other harshly for their differences, and both yearn to understand. This is another thing I love about them. They are open and willing to hear whatever it is the other believes and feels. Ah, young love!

For example, fascinated by Deni’s culture, Sienna finds it shocking that teenagers in Indonesia of the opposite sex aren’t allowed to be alone in a room together, whereas in her hometown, she’s allowed to hang out in Spider, her surfer friend’s, room all the time.

Deni is shocked right back that Sienna doesn’t consider herself to be a woman, when in Indonesia at age seventeen you are almost ready to be married and are perceived to be a woman. They both have such an easy, comfortable and open-hearted way of relating that these huge things in other couples, don’t bother them that much. It’s just the way it is.

In the end, Sienna and Deni are drawn together by what they share: grief of losing parents, an undeniable physical and soulful chemistry, as much as they are by what sets them apart. The fact that they are only together a short two weeks intensifies those feelings as much as the *spoiler alert* at the end of the novel, which threatens to doom their new relationship for good. What sets them apart, makes them special. And makes them admire and love the other even more…even as their difference threaten to tear them apart.

Thanks for reading. 

Excerpt from Where I Found You:
Deni ran a finger over my hand, and I closed my eyes, shivers running down my spine.
It felt significant. Like whatever happened next would change everything.
“Sienna,” he whispered. “I would very much like to hold you.”
I sucked in a breath as his hand slipped around to my back, his fingers barely touching me—grazing. Tingling. I rested my forehead against his chest like I’d been dying to do all day. As if sensing I wanted this, too, wanted this so much, he gripped me harder, pulling me into him, and a sweet relief broke through the wall of tension building between us since we met, and we melted into one another. We both relaxed, as if our bodies sighed in unison. He cupped the back of my head and it took everything I had not to move just a little, to tilt my face just right, to reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face down to mine, eliminating the last few inches between us.
Imagining kissing those full lips left me buzzing everywhere.
But I couldn’t kiss him. And I couldn’t let him kiss me. Not here. So instead, I let myself be happy in the comfortable quiet. I didn’t want to talk about the past. I wanted to breathe him in and keep him forever. To hang on to this moment, the smell of him—exhaust and coconut— clinging to his clothes. The warmth of his hand cradling the back of my head was the safest I’d ever felt.
“Thank you, Deni,” I whispered, angling my face just a bit so he could hear me. “I had a magical morning.”
“Magical means better than perfect. Make-believe. Even without the pictures, I know I will always remember this.”
He pulled me away from him, tilted my chin up, and seemingly searched my face.
And then he smiled, dimple and all.
I’d never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life.

Where I Found You (Sea, #1)

After her mother's plane went missing over the Indian Ocean, seventeen-year-old Sienna Jones gave up everything she loved about living in California. No more surfing. No more swimming. No more ocean, period. Playing it safe, hiding from the world, is the best call. 

Until her dad throws down the challenge of a lifetime: spend the summer with his humanitarian team in Indonesia, working with orphans who lost everything in a massive tsunami. 

The day they arrive, Sienna meets a mysterious boy named Deni, whose dark, intense eyes make her heart race. Their stolen nights force her to open up and live in a way she thought she couldn't anymore. When she’s with Deni, she remembers the girl she used to be…and starts to feel like the woman he sees in her. 

A woman he wants for his own.


But when Deni’s past comes looking for him, Sienna’s faced with losing another person she loves. She can’t do it. Not again. 

Fortunately, this time, she has a plan.

About Heidi R. Kling:
Heidi R. Kling writes about normal young women in not-so-normal situations - books that beg the question: what would I do in her shoes? Heidi majored in literature and creative writing in college and in grad school, where she earned her Master's in Creative Writing from The New School in New York City. She's honored to be included in New School Writing Program's 2015 list of faculty and alumni. She works too much, reads a ton and is way too dedicated to serial TV (The Affair and Homeland are her faves) and dark chocolate. She lives in the California Bay Area with her lovely husband, two children and shaggy dog, Sailor Lily, right over the coastal mountains from the sea. She's very grateful.

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