Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Puppy Christmas

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These adorable service puppies
are matchmakers in the making…

Lila Vasquez might not be the “fun one” at Puppy Promise—the service puppy training school she runs with her sisters—but she can always be counted on to get things done. So when her latest client shows an interest in princess gowns over power suits, Lila puts aside her scruples, straps on the glittery heels, and gets to work.

If only the adorable six-year-old’s father wasn’t such an appealing Prince Charming.

Ford’s whole life revolves around his daughter…until he meets Lila. Smart, capable, and amazing at helping Emily gain confidence with her new service puppy at her side, Lila is everything he ever wanted—but she’s way out of his league. Good thing Emily and her new pup are up to the matchmaking task. This Christmas, it’s all hands (and paws) on deck!

Service Puppies Series:
Puppy Love (Book 1)
Puppy Christmas (Book 2)
Puppy Kisses (Book 3)

Lucy Gilmore is a contemporary romance author with a love of puppies, rainbows, and happily ever afters. She began her reading (and writing) career as an English literature major and ended as a die-hard fan of romance in all forms. When she’s not rolling around with her two Akitas, she can be found hiking, biking, or with her nose buried in a book. Visit her online at http://lucygilmore.com. She lives in the Spokane, WA area.

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“We’re going to the symphony. We’re visiting art galleries and sipping overpriced white wine. Oh, I’ve got it! You’re taking me to the fanciest store in the city and buying me a new dress. I’ll be like Pretty Woman, except you won’t have to pay me for s-e-x later.”

Ford cast a sidelong look at Lila. She’d caught her lower lip between her teeth, but she didn’t look up from the phone in her lap.

“I like to make the first one free to get the ladies hooked,” he explained. “Then I ratchet up the price accordingly.”

That didn’t get her to take the bait, either. “Turn right at the next intersection,” she instructed him. “Parking should be in the big lot on the right. And for the record, I don’t think that’s a very good way to run your gigolo business. Why would the cow pay for milk after the fact?”

“The cow isn’t the one paying for the milk. The cow is the one providing it.” He clucked his tongue and shook his head. “And here I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”
That got her to glance up, her gaze sharp. “I never said that.”

“No, you didn’t,” he agreed cheerfully as he pulled his minivan into the last of a row of cars. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

She had no response to this, which was just as well since they’d arrived at their mystery destination. He had no idea where they were or why, but he didn’t care. The fact that he was on an actual date with Lila was enough.

It wasn’t just any date, either. He’d had to lift nary a finger to make it happen. Apparently, Lila took her role as invitee very seriously. From dropping Emily off at her mom’s house to planning the evening from start to finish, she’d handled everything on her own. All Ford had to do was doll himself up and wait to be whisked away for an evening of romantic bliss.

It was a new experience for him—and a delightful one. Lila was wooing him. Lila was wooing him hard.

He, too, was hard just thinking about it.

Although that wasn’t really fair. He’d been in the same state of agonized anticipation for days. No number of cold showers or hot showers or short, frantic showers with his cock in his hand had helped. Nor had Lila’s constant presence in his home. How she managed to sit with his daughter and Jeeves, cool and collected as she went through the steps of puppy training, was a mystery.

“Here. We’re going to need this.” Lila reached into the pocket of the white wool coat she wore and handed him a flask. “It’s like fifteen degrees outside. It’s straight bourbon, in case you’re wondering.”

“You remembered,” he said as he accepted the flask and took a long pull. “My vice of choice.”

It wasn’t the cheap stuff, either. The woodsy-sweet taste coated his tongue and throat, the warm burn making him feel almost giddy.

“I have my occasional value,” she admitted. “Remembering things in painstaking detail doesn’t make me a very endearing person, but it does make me a useful one.”
He opened his mouth to argue, to tell her that her value lay primarily in her ability to make him feel relaxed and happy and like a hot-blooded man again, but he didn’t have a chance to get the words out before she pulled a white knit cap over her head and secured her gloves onto her hands.

Lila was a stunning woman almost all the time, her poise and grace so ingrained that he doubted she was aware of them, but there was something about the way the cap framed her face that almost undid him. She looked absurdly youthful, her cheeks flushed from the bourbon and the cold and—he hoped—the company.

Unable to help himself, he leaned across the console and dropped a kiss onto her slightly parted lips. Surprise rendered her delightfully malleable, her mouth giving way to his for a full ten seconds before she realized what was happening and kissed him back. That was delightful, too, but for entirely different reasons—most of which had to do with the fact that she wasn’t about to let him have his wicked way with her without giving him his own back again. In fact, that was a thing she’d done since the day they’d first met. He could, on occasion, catch her off guard, but it rarely lasted for long.

She proved it by deepening the kiss. The assault of her tongue and the warm press of her mouth against his invoked every sense he had—taste and smell and glorious touch. She even released a soft moan into his mouth that made his head whir with possibilities.
And then she ended it as quickly as it began.

“Let’s skip the date,” he said before he’d even managed to open his eyes again. “I don’t care if we’re flying to the Eiffel Tower on a private jet run entirely on champagne. Let’s stay in this van and make out instead.”

She didn’t move. “You don’t want to see what I have planned?”

He’d opened his eyes by this time, but the parking lot lighting was dim, and what little vision he did have was obscured by the stars dazzling his vision. Actual g-o-d-d-a-m-n stars.

Excerpted from Puppy Christmas by Lucy Gilmore. © 2019 by Lucy Gilmore. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Monday, September 16, 2019

3 Pieces of Writing Advice to Ignore (and one to never forget!)

With: Mia Carter

When I was a kid, one of the books we used to have on our shelf was a story about a mom making soup for her hungry family. I’m sure this fable has been around for a while, but the taller version of it is that, one by one, the family members come in and enthuse about how good her soup is, but please, can she leave out whatever ingredient it is they don’t like. Onions, tomatoes, corn, each one has something they don’t care for.

In the end, she serves them hot water.

(Which, sidebar, wouldn’t THAT make meal-planning easier during the school year? But I digress.)

I think about this book a lot when it comes to parsing writing advice. Because there’s just SO MUCH out there! And a lot of it, honestly, conflicts with itself. So, in the spirit of hot water for dinner, here are five things I have chosen to ignore and one thing that I find absolutely essential!

  1.     Extremely prescriptive grammar rules. Yes, there is a ‘right’ way to write. And I thank my lucky stars for a copyeditor to make things come together! But if things like ‘never use adverbs’ or ‘never start a sentence with And’ get in the way of actually putting words on paper, ignore them and just write. (You can fix it in your second round!)
  2.     Structural must-haves that hold you back. Look, I love a good word count spreadsheet as much as the next Virgo moon, and the Hero’s Journey is my jam, but the tension you hold in thinking ‘have I got my heroes to the Dark Night of the Refusal of the Call to the Shadow Soul yet??’ just isn’t worth it. Your story will emerge as you write it, not stress over it.
  3.     That little bit of self-critique that maybe romance isn’t ‘good enough’ or ‘real writing’ or whatever it is people say these days. Forget that. Stories have a heart, and what’s more compelling than two people who overcome the odds, internal and external, to reaffirm that yes, love is worth fighting for??

And the one bit of advice that has stuck with me? Only writing is actually writing. Planning is great. Research is amazing! Networking and strategizing and organizing your cards on your floor (or in Scrivner!) is great, too! But at some point, you just gotta write. So get to it! Your story is waiting for you.


I never in a million years thought that finding a lost pair of keys would lead to adventure.
All my life, I’ve been perfectly average. Compared to the rest of my high-achieving, type-A family, it feels impossible to stand out. While I’d love to make my big artistic dreams happen, I’m kind of stuck, thanks to a bunch of lame things like “affordable rent” and “keeping the internet on.” Dreaming doesn’t pay the bills. Freelance design work and part-time rideshare driving does. And it’s nice, for the most part. Finding a passenger’s thumb drive usually means reporting, returning, yay-hurrah-good-job-me. Except this time.
This time, I put the thumb drive in my computer. Hey, I’m just trying to be helpful! Suddenly a chat window pops up and the owner of the drive is bribing me to fly halfway across the world. Today. Turns out he's the super hot fare I haven't been able to stop thinking about...who just so happens to be Logan Weiss—the crazy-hot 29-year-old billionaire known as "the most eligible bachelor in tech”. What the hell am I even doing?

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Lost Years

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Lost Years is a contemporary romance and speculative fiction. It asks the question, what lengths would you go to for the one you loved? Jason experiences vibrant dreams about another life for the past ten years. In them, he lives on an island and is in love with a beautiful girl. The dreams drive him to drink and search for meaning in his sad life. When all hope is lost, he spots a picture of an island…his island.

If the island is real, then the girl has to be too. Right?

So he sets off on a journey to find her. But this dream might just be a nightmare in disguise.

To whet your appetite, here is a sneak peek of Jason and Scarlett’s first meeting (well, outside of a dream).

Tell me, if you could go back in time and space to right a wrong, would you?

I’d never heard it, but it became my new favorite song. Her lips glistened and I licked my own lips. What flavor are you wearing?   People did sing along but her voice rang through, with its sassy tone. Was the song, with clear undertones of abuse, was dedicated to someone? My hands fisted. Two other girls sang the next song with her, each taking a stanza and blending their voices, swaying their hips, snapping their fingers in rhythm. She announced it as I feel a sin comin’ on by the Pistol Annies.  I’m the sin she’s singing about. She was a thing of miraculous composure, drawing energy from the crowd, and flashing them with her seductive smile, while maintaining an innate innocence––and at the same time so damn sexy.  In my peripheral, Russell swallowed hard. There were several other guys with similar reactions. I couldn’t blame them. She was beautiful beyond words…beyond dreams. But she was real. 

I was a walking cliché. 

Life was good. 

Dreams do come true.
Everything hopeless in my world had disappeared.

 Everything hopeless in my world had disappeared.

 Russell made his way to her as she walked off the stage. He picked her up and spun her around. I worked on relaxing my face into a casual smile, sure my jealousy was a bright green beacon that could be seen all the way from Houston.   

Don’t f**k up.

A deep ache formed in my gut.  Her laugh died when she saw me. Her eyes widened as she took me in from head to toe. I could almost hear her thoughts.

We stared at each other with a raw intensity as if we were the only two people in the world. Russell coughed obnoxiously, breaking the spell. She exhaled, keeping her eyes fixed on me. 

 “Who’s you’re friend, Russ?”

 “Jury’s still out if he’s my friend. But his name’s Jason Flynn. He’s Rose’s nephew.”

 I took her hand, holding it tighter and longer than made sense. I could feel her pulse as I slid my thumb across her wrist. 

“Scarlett Jones.”

 I finally had a name. Scarlett––that sounded right as I repeated it. What would I say to her in this crucial moment where flesh met fate? 

“Scarlett Jones, I’m glad to finally meet you. I’ve been dreaming about you most of my life.”

 A slow blush spreading across her creamy skin, making the freckles dotted across her cheek disappear for a quick beat. She laughed, a nervous high, jittery sound as her fingers slipped out of mine. Taking a step back, she placed her hand against her clavicle. 

 “Hope you changed the sheets after.”

 Russell laugh boomed over the music.

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Ever had a dream so real it feels like a memory?

I’ve had those kinds of dreams since I was a kid. Each one of a beautiful girl, who is my best friend. We grow up together on a sunny island surrounded by water that’s as blue as her eyes. We share all our hopes and fears until we realize we belong to each other in every way one person claim another. She is my own personal serenity. Sweet story, eh?

Well forget about it.

The cold, harsh reality is that I’m a twenty-year-old, Manhattan-bred, manwhore, who uses his fists to solve his problems. The only comfort I find is inside a bottle... and the dreams. But the dreams are my illness not my cure. Just when things look the darkest, the sun slaps me square in the jaw. I spot a picture of a scenic island surrounded by the bluest water – my island.

If the island exists then so must the girl, right?

So I’m headed to Serenity, Texas to find my girl and make some sense out of the chaos that is my life. Feel free to tag along, but this journey comes with a steep warning — dreams can turn into nightmares in the blink of an eye.

My name is Jason Flynn and this is our story.

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Author Bio - Not knowing a word of English, MK Schiller came to America at the age of four from India. Since then, all she's done is collect words. After receiving the best gift ever from her parents--her very own library card--she began reading everything she could get her greedy hands on. At sixteen, a friend asked her to make up a story featuring the popular bad boy at school. This wasn't fan fiction...it was friend fiction. From that day on, she's known she wanted to be a writer. With the goal of making her readers both laugh and cry, MK Schiller has penned more than a dozen books, each one filled with misfit characters overcoming obstacles and finding true love.


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Saturday, September 14, 2019


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Addie Carlisle likes to take care of others and make a positive difference in the world. But when she leaves herself without a plus one at a charity auction event, she has to get creative. Sawyer McBain isn’t happy with how his weekend went but being picked up by a pretty driver boosts his day. Until that driver tells him…she has a little favor.


When a beautiful brunette driver meets Nashville Slammers catcher, Sawyer McBain, at the airport, he figures it's his lucky day. Sure, he's usually pretty guarded around people, especially after what happened with his ex, but he can definitely enjoy the car ride. Until she passes his apartment...and keeps driving. All of a sudden the woman seems a lot less like romance material and a lot more like a kidnapper. What gives?
Slammers executive Addison Carlisle needs one little favor. Sure, she may have kinda maybe kidnapped one of her professional baseball players, but it’s for a really good cause. She desperately needs someone high-profile to auction off that night for the multiple sclerosis society she’s chairing, but he insists he wants a favor in return.
Soon Addie and Sawyer are trading completely ridiculous I.O.U.s, like being his plus-one to his grandmother's poker game or keeping each other company at the driving range. But when their agreement goes from flirty to fiery, neither is ready to let their guard down for a shot at love.

Each book in the For Love of the Game series is STANDALONE:
* Covering All the Bases
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His eyes widened and he pushed himself back against the door. “Tell me you’re not a crazed fan who wants one of my hairs to do some love spell or something.”

Addie nearly choked on her laughter, but she wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t joking. “That hasn’t really ever happened, has it?”

“You have no idea what people are willing to ask of strangers.”

The way he said it tugged at her heartstrings. Yes, she was asking for something, too, but she wasn’t like all the others. She had a valid reason and a willingness to owe him. Big. If she could just convince him.

Addie took a deep breath. “You have nice hair, but it isn’t what I want, and when I fall in love or a man falls in love with me, I want it to be the real thing. Not because of a spell.”

His eyes widened, his brows arching up. “They don’t really work.”

“How can you know that for sure?”

Sawyer put a hand on the dash, leaned in slightly. “Are we really having this conversation?”
Addison didn’t usually get sidetracked so easily, but this man was…unsettling. In far too many ways. “No. Well, we are, but we shouldn’t be. I just wanted to point out that if you don’t believe in them, you have no reason to worry. But saying they don’t work like you’re some authority on whether they do or don’t, well, unless you’ve tried, you can’t know that.”

He leaned in a little farther and she caught another heady whiff of his cologne. “Lady, Addison, Addie, Ms. Carlisle, whatever you want me to call you, what’s it going to take to just get me home already?”

She squeezed the steering wheel and glanced at the clock. They were going to be late.
“Look,” he said, his tone softer. “Do you know where I live? I’ll sign a ball for your nephew or give you a couple of T-shirts. Can we just go?” He flicked his hand out, gesturing to the road.

Addie shot him a weak, one-sided smile but didn’t put the car in drive. “If you still insist on going home, I’ll take you there. I promise. But I’m in a bind and, you’re right, I do need something from you. I need a really big favor.”

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Thursday, September 12, 2019

Capturing the Heart of the Rock Star

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I'm excited for you to check out Capturing the Heart of the Rock Star, Book 1 of my NEW small-town romance series, Knox Brothers of Arbor Shores!

Even rock stars are haunted by the one that got away...

Chasing music and freedom, Shane Knox left Arbor Shores nine years ago and never looked back... until now. With his best friend, Dax, getting married, Shane is coming home to face his past as well as Avery, the girl he left behind.

The second he lays eyes on her, all of his long suppressed feelings come rushing back in a tidal wave of regret. For him, it was never truly over. But is it too late for a second chance?

Despite being bitter over Shane’s abrupt exit, Avery has bigger problems on her hands than drama with her ex. Her family’s hotel, Arbor Shores Resort, is struggling. Financial difficulties have landed the business in prime position for a real estate buyout, which would destroy all Avery and her family have built.

Putting his career on the line, Shane comes up with a plan that could save the resort. But will it be enough to redeem himself with Avery?

Or is it time for him to leave Arbor Shores for good?

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Author Nomi Summers:
Nomi Summers is a clean contemporary romance author with a flair for taming bad boy heroes readers swoon over.

When she’s not dreaming up her next sweet small town romance, you’ll find her at the beach devouring the latest new release on her Kindle. Her other guilty pleasures include getting lost in mindless reality TV and spending far too much time talking to her dogs, as she’s convinced they understand every other word!

Nomi’s living her own “happily ever after” with her loving husband and their two fur babies in Tampa Bay, Florida. However, a piece of her heart will always belong in Michigan where she’s originally from--the inspiration for the settings in her novels.

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Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Author Jamie Beck Urges Readers to Focus on the Wonder of Now

With: Jamie Beck

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Throughout my career, I’ve loved the challenge of redeeming a character that might be hard to like, much less love. In Peyton, the heroine from The Wonder of Now, I took on a particular challenge, because most of my readers are women, and most women don’t forgive a friend who betrays them for a man. This setup made redeeming Peyton a singular challenge and begs two questions: who is Peyton, and why should you care about what happens to her? 

Peyton Prescott is part of a legendary literary family owing to her great-grandfather’s prolific career as a celebrated novelist. The casual observer would say she’s grown up in a mansion by the sea and enjoyed every privilege (wealth, beauty, wit). But life in Arcadia House wasn’t as picture-perfect as her family would have the public believe, and emotionally distant parents didn’t exactly model warmth or instill a sense of deep love and acceptance. She spent her twenties living out of suitcases and blogging about her travels, then had the misfortune of falling for her childhood friend’s boyfriend, who dumped that friend for Peyton…until she got diagnosed with breast cancer, at which point he dumped her, too. 

Facing her mortality alone forced her to take a hard look at her life and her choices, spurring a sincere desire to become a better person, and to make amends with the friend she betrayed. Although she gets diagnosed in the first book in this series, and begins to make amends in the second, this final book is when all the threads come together. She and her famed-photographer brother recorded her journey from diagnosis through her final surgeries, collaborating on a memoir that is about to release (the proceeds of which will be donated to cancer research). Of course, at this point in time she’s more interested in moving on with her life than with reliving the experience with cancer and sharing those intimacies in public forums. Her attitude puts her in direct opposition to the publicist, Mitch, who is counting on her becoming his fledgling company’s big hit.

Despite Peyton’s flaws, of which she is well-aware, she also has strengths that draw people to her. She’s self-deprecating, witty, brave, beautiful, and empathetic. She now also has a heightened appreciation for living in the moment and not taking any day for granted—something the goal-oriented Mitch must learn to do. Although he has very good reasons for being disciplined and focused on his ambitions, he is instantly drawn to her energetic spirit and zest for life.

I confess that I struggled while writing this book, but it ended up becoming my favorite to date. Not just because I loved rising to the challenge I’d set up, but also because Peyton’s musings, fears, and hopes go to the heart of what connects us all, and because I think I gave her the perfect man to help her complete her much-needed personal growth arc. But you can be the judge!

Excerpt: The Wonder of Now

The writer from the Barcelona Review swaggered in and sat down. Medium height, trim, with coal-black hair worn a bit shaggy. The guy’s eyes lit up when he got his first good look at Peyton’s smile, making Mitch’s gut tighten. 

“Hello, Miss Prescott. I’m Javier Molina, but friends call me Javi.” He reached across the table to shake her hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Javi. Please call me Peyton.” 

The little knot in Mitch’s stomach screwed tighter when he thought she was flirting. She’s only smiling, stupid

Javi set up his phone recorder and then slouched back, feet planted wide apart on the ground, pen in hand. That cocky bastard was trying to intimidate Peyton with his domineering position. “First, let me say I enjoyed the book, although I suspect some of the caustic humor was meant to keep us at a distance.” 

“Not exactly,” she muttered. 

Javi hesitated but would be disappointed if he expected his silence would force her to elaborate. Mitch had watched her operate with interviewers in Rome. She’d make an excellent trial witness, answering only those questions asked—nothing more or less. Even this spare utterance seemed to have slipped through her fortress wall. 

Javi prodded again. “In certain cases, the photographs are more raw than the narrative, although they blend seamlessly together. All but the cover photo, which has no explanation or accompanying exposition. It’s a spectacular, harsh image . . . Can you tell our readers what was going through your mind when it was taken?” 

“You mean aside from ‘I’m going to kill you, Logan’?” She chuckled, buying herself a precious moment to compose her thoughts, Mitch guessed. 

Meanwhile, Javi raised his index finger with a sly nod, as if she’d proved the point he’d made a moment ago about her defense mechanism. Rather than venture another attempt to flirt his way past Peyton’s defenses, Javi simply stared at her this time, waiting for a real answer. 

Her gaze drifted, eyes cloudy. If she’d wanted to discuss whatever happened at the time of that photo, she would’ve put it in the memoir. 

Mitch loosened his fist and wiggled his fingers. She needed to do this for herself, and it might be easier on her if he left the room. It would certainly be easier on him not to listen to the story behind the photo that had captivated yet haunted him for weeks. 

He wrestled with his internal debate until she sighed. 

Without looking at Javi, she picked up the pen and began doodling on the pad in front of her while she spoke. “Forty-five minutes before Logan shot that photo, I’d used the magic mouthwash to help with my mouth ulcers. After the waiting period, I went to the kitchen to get some water. It was predawn, so I’d assumed Logan was sleeping. I took a few sips and then wandered to the living room window. Outside, the street was already coming to life, all shadows and movement and secrets. Garbage men emptying bins, night-shift workers heading home, a stray woman dashing toward the subway on an obvious walk of shame . . . ordinary people living their lives. Probably worrying about the electric bill, or looking forward to a sporting event, or maybe daydreaming about a new love. Things that had once occupied my thoughts but, in that moment, meant less than nothing to me.”

When she paused, Mitch stole a look at her notepad. Daisies? 

Her expression shifted to something self-deprecating. “And yet I envied them and those small worries . . . envied their health. Their nonchalance about another new day. I was so separated from it all—and not only by the glass. I swallowed a scream because I knew they, like me before my diagnosis, were taking everything for granted. I watched them, resentment festering because I might not exist long enough to even see those people months later. Worse, they’d never know. Life everywhere would go on without me, and very, very few people would care. Just like that”—she snapped her fingers—“it hit me that my whole life never mattered much. No spouse. No children. No impressive legacy from my Globejotter days. What, of value, had I done with my time?” 

The room remained silent while she resumed her doodling. “I don’t know what woke Logan. All I remember is that I turned when I heard the camera click, and then he kept snapping.” She finally looked at Javi and tapped the book jacket with the back end of her pen. “That was his favorite of the bunch.” 

Javi straightened his posture while finishing his notes. Peyton shot Mitch a quick glance punctuated by a half shrug. What a strange, intriguing woman. Drawing flowers while relaying her existential crisis to a total stranger. 

Mitch offered a sharp nod of approval when what he wanted was to gather her in his arms like a bouquet of delicate flowers and tell her that he would care very much if she didn’t exist tomorrow or the next day or the one after.


The Wonder of Now

Peyton Prescott would give anything for the carefree life she knew before breast cancer changed everything. But instead of using her second chance to move forward, she’s stuck promoting the memoir her brother convinced her to write, thus reliving the very battle she wants to forget. If she hopes her European book tour will allow her to enjoy revisiting her favorite travel-writing destinations, she’s wrong: her PR whiz is too consumed with his own goals to consider her needs.
Mitch Mathis has relied on discipline to achieve his goals, and with his new firm’s success riding on Peyton’s book launch, he must keep her on task. They’re here for business, not pleasure. And Mitch won’t let unbridled desire harm his professional reputation—not again.
When frustrated expectations and attraction throw the tour into chaos, it challenges everything Mitch and Peyton believe about themselves, life, and love, forcing these opposites to consider whether they can embrace the change they need to grow.

Author Biography
National bestselling author Jamie Beck’s realistic and heartwarming stories have sold more than two million copies. She’s a Booksellers’ Best Award and National Readers’ Choice Award finalist, and critics at KirkusPublishers Weekly, and Booklist have respectively called her work “smart,” “uplifting,” and “entertaining.” In addition to writing, the author of the Cabot novels, the Sterling Canyon novels, and the St. James series enjoys dancing around the kitchen while cooking and hitting the slopes in Vermont and Utah. Above all, she is a grateful wife and mother to a very patient, supportive family.

Fans can learn more about her on her website, www.jamiebeck.com, which includes a fun “Extras” page with photos, videos, and playlists. She also loves interacting with everyone on Facebook at www.facebook.com/JamieBeckBooks.

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