Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Never An Amish Bride

Hi guys! I’d love to share a short excerpt from my brand-new novel, Never an Amish Bride. By the title, you can probably surmise that it’s a book about Amish people in an Amish community. 😉 In sweet Amish romances, the slow burn of my usual sweet romances is even slower. But, yes indeedy, it is still there!

At this point in the story, early on, I really wanted readers to start falling in love with the hero, Lucas. To make this happen, I normally would give the guy a puppy or kitten to play with. (I easily swoon over a dreamy dog scene!) But Esther, the heroine of the story, doesn’t have a pet. She does, however, how a cute little white mule called Peanut—named after my own cute little white pupper! 😊

In this scene, Lucas and Esther just had a spontaneous dinner together at his house. As Esther is thinking about leaving, they both notice a storm has come in. She knows her mule is afraid of loud noises, so she sends Lucas out to calm her down…

“The fire needs stoking,” Esther said as she moved toward the sink. “You add some wood while I wash up. Check on Peanut, please, too, would you?”
“Peanut?” Lucas asked, standing.
“My jenny mule. I can hear the wind howling through the trees. She’s probably scared to death to be away from home. Just give her some long strokes down her back and feed her this—make sure she eats the whole thing, but no sugar cubes.” She handed him a carrot.
He couldn’t help chuckling. “Anything else?”
She tossed a dish towel across her shoulder. “Do you know ‘You Are My Sunshine’?”
“The song?”
She nodded. “She likes it best in Dutch, calms her right down.” And with that, she turned back to her work.
“Um, okay?” A bit bemused, Lucas headed out to the barn. She was right, he could tell her mule—Peanut—was skittish. First, he fed her the carrot.
“Good girl,” he said. “But don’t think I’m about to serenade you. You smell!” The mule looked at him, blinked her long lashes, and shook her head, white mane hitting him in the face.
“Fine,” he grumbled, then glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching. “You
are my sunshine…” he began in Dutch, his voice unsure, as he hadn’t sung a note in years. “My only sunshine.” He patted her rump. “You make me happy when skies are gray.” The mule whinnied and nodded. “You like that, little girl?” Surprisingly unabashed, Lucas finished the song, all the verses he could remember—the Pennsylvania Dutch returning to his mind without even thinking.


Welcome to charming Honey Brook, Pennsylvania, where bestselling author Ophelia London will bring you on a moving and unforgettable journey through faith, forgiveness, and ultimately love.

Everything changed for Esther Miller with the death of her beloved fiancé, Jacob. Even years later, she still struggles with her faith and purpose in the small, tight-knit Amish village of Honey Brook—especially now that her younger sister is getting married. All she wants is to trust in the Lord to help her find peace...but peace is the last thing she gets when Lucas, Jacob’s wayward older brother, returns to town.

Lucas Brenneman has been harboring a secret for years—the real reason he never returned from Rumspringa and the truth behind his brother Jacob’s death. Honey Brook still calls to him, but he knows his occupation as a physician’s assistant must take precedence. With sweet and beautiful Esther he finds a comfort he’s never known, and he feels like anything is possible...even forgiveness. But she was Jacob’s bride-to-be first. And if she knew the truth, would she ever truly open her heart to him?

Monday, June 29, 2020

Relentless in Texas

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There’s a reason they call this cowboy relentless

Gil Sanchez was once rodeo’s biggest and baddest hotshot. Now he's thirteen years sober and finally free of the pain that ended his skyrocketing career. Given one last, near-miraculous shot to claw his way back to rodeo glory, he can't let fantasies of happily-ever-after dull his razor edge...but Carmelita White Fox is every dream he’s never let himself have.

And from the moment he saw the spark of challenge in her eyes, he hasn't been able to look away.

Carma may come from a Blackfeet family noted for its healing abilities, but even she knows better than to try to fix this scarred, cynical, and incredibly sexy cowboy. Yet she’s the only one who can reach past Gil’s jaded armor, and the fiercely loyal heart buried beneath the biting cynicism is impossible to resist. Gil needs Carma just as much as she needs him, but as the pressure builds and the spotlight intensifies, they’ll have to fight like hell to save the one thing neither can live without.

KARI LYNN DELL brings a lifetime of personal experience to writing western romance. She is a third generation rancher and rodeo competitor existing in a perpetual state of horse-induced poverty on the Blackfeet Nation of northern Montana, along with her husband, son and Max the Cowdog.

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If following Carmelita was a bad idea, it was going to be one of the more interesting mistakes Gil had made. He didn’t just want her. He craved her…and that rarely boded well for him. But just this one time…
When the back door of the bar thumped shut behind them, Carmelita stopped and dragged in a long, deep breath. Her words came out in puffs of vapor. “God, that was suffocating.”
The closeness of the overcrowded bar? The argument with her cousin? The attention? “Why did you come?”
“My grandmother volunteered my services. Fund-raisers are the worst, though. Everyone is so…” Her hands fluttered in a broad circle, encompassing the tearful out­pourings of gratitude that marked benefits.
“You’re used to being in the spotlight.”
“I prefer an audience to a crowd,” she said flatly. And the difference was in the separation. She could walk off a stage without interacting with the masses.
She tipped her head back to gaze into the heavens and her body language slowly shifted, as if she was drawing in the stillness. When she started off through the parking lot, she once again moved with fluid grace. Gil matched her stride, closing the space between them so his coat sleeve swished against hers.
“Bing told me about you, and introduced me to your… friend,” she said.
With that slight hesitation, she summed up Gil’s uncer­tainty about his relationship with Hank, past and future. “I’m his sponsor,” he corrected stiffly.
“Mmm.” A sound that translated to if that’s what you want to tell yourself. “We lack many things up here on the rez, but we do not have a shortage of recovering addicts.”
“I watched Hank grow up. I understand him.”
She angled a searching glance beneath lowered lashes. “I see.”
Yes, she did. There was something in the way she looked at him—through him—that made him want to both hide and move closer. He did neither. The breeze caught her hair, sending a strand fluttering and carrying the scent of pine needles and snow down from the mountains. He swung around to face her as they stopped beside the door to his truck, and when he looked into her eyes, he felt as if he was losing his balance, falling into one of the bottomless mountain lakes—only much warmer. He could just keep sinking and sinking…
She caught him, pressing her hands flat against his chest, but her smile was tinged with regret. “I wish I could stay. You and I would be very good together, I think.”
The image of Carmelita naked and lush under his hands sent heat shuddering through him. Then he regis­tered what she was saying.
“You’re leaving?” Gil frowned at her in disbelief.
The hitch of her shoulder set the moonlight shimmer­ing through her hair. “I can’t leave my grandparents with a sick baby.”
“His mother didn’t seem overly concerned.” Gil’s voice was harsh, along with his judgment of her charming cousin. Even when he’d been regularly popping Vicodin like breath mints, he’d managed to stay clean on the weekends he’d had his son.
Carmelita smoothed her palms over the front of his jacket. “Next time?”
“I won’t be back.”
She angled her head to give him another searching look, then nodded. “You’re taking Hank home. That explains it.”
“This.” Her hand moved down, pressing with unerring accuracy over the clutch in his gut. She reached up with the other to brush cool fingers over the knot of tension in his forehead. “And this.”
He wanted to lean into that touch—into her—and let her wipe his mind clean for a few hours.
“I’m sorry I can’t do more.” She stroked a blissful circle on his temple. “But I can give you something for that headache.”
“A fistful of ibuprofen?”
“A promise.” Her eyes were steady, her tone certain. “Hank will be fine. He’s stronger than you think, and what­ever you’re keeping from him, he’ll understand it was for the best. So will the others.”
Gil jerked his head back. “I never said anything to Bing about that.”
Her hands fell away and she angled her gaze upward, eyes going distant. In the Panhandle the stars were painted on the sky. Here it seemed as if they were standing among them.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just feel it. But I’m almost always right.”
Without warning, she tipped onto her toes and pressed her mouth to his. Her lips were cool, but at the touch of her tongue the glowing embers they’d been gathering between them burst into flame, whooshing through him like a prairie fire. His thoughts, the last of his reservations, the ability to think at all were consumed by a wall of heat. He gripped the lapels of her coat to drag her hard against him, and she fisted her hands in the sides of his jacket, pressing even closer. Her tongue slid over his, the friction setting off more sparks.
A palpable shudder ran through her. She braced her hands on his shoulders, slowly, inexorably separating her mouth from his. Then she smiled, a copper-skinned Madonna with fathomless eyes, and pressed a palm over his thundering heart. “You should get some rest, Gil Sanchez. You’ve got a long drive tomorrow.”

Excerpted from Relentless in Texas by Kari Lynn Dell. © 2020 by Kari Lynn Dell. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Friday, June 26, 2020


Congratulations to "Elizabeth H.", the winner in Evelyn's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

I’m so excited to bring you Cherish, the second book to the Clark Family Series. If you read Crave, you’re already familiar with Jason Dupree, the hero of Cherish. Writing this book gave me the opportunity to really get to know him, and believe me, he is the definition of the word hero.
All of the zany characters in Crave are back again, but this time, we get to meet the woman who will literally bring Dr. Dupree to his knees. It wasn’t always easy getting to know Alexandra Malone and what made her tick, but she was well worth the effort.
I know you’ll laugh, cry and finally swoon as you go on this journey with Jason and Alexandra.


I thought I finally had my life figured out. Fate? Destiny? I know mine. But one afternoon questioned everything I thought I knew.

Then it happened. Dr. Jason Dupree crashed into my life.

His eyes linger on me longer than they should in polite company. You see, there is nothing polite about him.

He’s arrogant and overconfident. His touch? It’s my undoing.

I let him know in no uncertain terms that he is not the man for me.
He is not my destiny.

And his reaction? Totally unexpected.


The things in my life that matter to me? It’s a short list. My career, a handful of family and friends. To call myself unlucky in love would be a gross understatement. Hence my list. It’s how I keep it all figured out.

Then one morning, that safe little list collides with my future.

Her eyes follow me everywhere, and they see through me like a soul x-ray. But it’s her touch that nearly brings me to my knees.

She doesn’t see it, though.

She’s full of denial and sass, and her stares are indignant. She’s a liar too. Telling me she’s interested in another man.

My reaction? Let’s just say she never saw it coming.

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Giveaway: $10 Amazon gift card + ebook copy of CRAVE, book #1 in The Clark Family series

Author Info
A Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about writing, you will find her with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing for years, and she will continue to write for many years to come. 

Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion, and humor.

She currently lives in Washington, DC with her husband and two daughters.

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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

A Cowboy State of Mind

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The town of Creedence, Colorado, gets involved in horse rescue in bestseller Jennie Marts’ brilliant new series

Zane Taylor has a gift for communicating with animals, particularly horses, but he’s at a loss when it comes to women. He’s a scarred and battered loner who has sworn off love—except he can’t seem to stay away from Bryn Callahan.

Bryn Callahan has a heart for strays, as evidenced by the assembly of abandoned animals that have found their way to her doorstep. But she is through trying to save damaged men. She vows to date only nice guys, which is a category that does not include Zane Taylor. Too bad he’s the one who sets her pulse racing every time she’s around him.

A chance encounter with a horse headed for slaughter brings Zane and Bryn together. Although starting a horse rescue ranch wasn’t in the plan, now Zane and Bryn have a chance to save not just the animals, but maybe each other…

Jennie Marts is the USA Today bestselling author of award-winning books filled with love, laughter, and always a happily ever after. She is living her own happily ever after with her husband, two dogs, and a parakeet that loves to tweet to the oldies, in the mountains of Colorado.

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The still-nameless dog jumped into the cab as Zane Taylor opened the door of his pickup, and he absently patted its head and rubbed behind its ears. The dog leaned into him and got that blissed-out look on its face, and Zane’s tension eased a little as it always did when he interacted with an animal. The late spring sun warmed Zane’s back, and as soon as he turned his attention away from the dog, he felt the weight of the decision he bore on his shoulders. His former boss, Maggie, had been nagging him to come back to his old job on her Montana ranch. She’d taken in a herd of wild stallions, and she needed him. He’d gotten by so far with vague replies, but it was time to give her an answer. Time to get back on the road and out of Creedence. Except the reason he was so fired up to leave was also the reason he wasn’t ready to walk away.
He shrugged the soreness from his shoulders. He’d had a good morning with Rebel, the headstrong black stallion he’d been working with for weeks now. Maybe the horse could feel the warmth in the air as well. Although it was Colorado, so they could still get a snowstorm or two before spring reluctantly slid into summer.
“Nice job today, horse whisperer,” Logan Rivers, his current boss, and friend, hollered from the corral where he was putting another horse through the paces.
Zane waved a hand in his direction, ignoring the comment, as he turned the engine over and pulled the door shut. He wasn’t fond of the nickname, even though Logan had been using it since they were in high school and working summers at Logan’s family’s ranch.
Zane could admit grudgingly that he did have a gift with horses, especially the dangerous or wild ones, somehow connecting with the animals better than he ever did with people.
The black-and-white border collie mix rested her head on Zane’s leg, and he stroked her neck as he drove toward Creedence, where no one was a stranger and everyone knew not just your business, but your cousin’s as well.
He lowered the windows and turned on the radio, contemplating the errands he needed to run after he grabbed a plate of biscuits and gravy at the diner. The thought made his mouth water. So did the thought of hopefully seeing a certain blond waitress who had been taking up way too many of his thoughts these last few months.
He slowed, his brow furrowing, as he recognized that same waitress’s car sitting empty on the side of the road. The car was an old nondescript blue sedan, but there was no mistaking the colorful bumper stickers stuck to the trunk. A bright blue one read “What if the hokey-pokey really is what it’s all about?” and the hot-pink one above the back taillight read “It was me. I let the dogs out.”
His heart rate quickened as his gaze went from the empty vehicle to a hundred yards up the road, where a woman walked along the side of the highway, her ponytail bouncing with each step and a light-colored dog keeping pace at her heels. Which was pretty impressive, in and of itself, since the dog had only three legs.
But then, everything about Bryn Callahan was kind of bouncy, and she was just as impressive as her dog. The woman was always upbeat and positive. Even now, with her car sitting busted on the side of the road, her steps still seemed to spring, and the bright sunlight glinted off her blond hair.
He drove past the abandoned car and onto the dirt shoulder as he slowed to a stop beside her. “Need a ride?”
She turned, her expression wary, then her face broke into a grin, and it was like the sun shining through the clouds after a rainstorm.
“Hey, Zane,” she said, the smile reaching all the way into her voice as she grasped the door handle. She looked steadily into his eyes, her gaze never wavering, never sliding sideways to stare at the three-inch, jagged scar starting at the corner of his eye and slicing down his cheek. Most people couldn’t keep their eyes off it, but Bryn acted as if it wasn’t there at all. “I sure do. I was supposed to start my shift at the diner ten minutes ago.”
She opened the door, and the dog bounded in, hitting the floorboards, then springing onto the seat to wiggle and sniff noses with the border collie. They could have powered a wind farm, the way their tails were wagging and their little butts were shaking.
“Hey, Lucky.” He leaned in as the dog leapt over the collie’s back and into Zane’s lap, where it proceeded to drench his face in fevered licks and puppy kisses. Lucky was like a hyper three-legged Tigger as he bounced from Zane’s lap back to the collie, over to Bryn, and back to Zane.
“Lucky, get off him,” Bryn scolded. She tried to push her way into the truck as she got her own slobbery reception from the collie.
Zane chuckled and grabbed her hand to help her into the cab. But his laugh stuck in his throat as heat shot down his spine and his mouth went dry. He swallowed and tried to focus on assisting her, instead of staring at the area of bare skin he glimpsed as the top of her dress buckled and gaped from her movement. It was just the side of her neck, but it was the exact spot he’d spent too much time thinking about kissing.
“Silly mutts.” She laughed as she tossed her backpack on the floor and plopped into the seat. Her hand was soft, but her grip was solid, and for a moment, he wondered what would happen if he didn’t let go. “Wow, what a greeting,” she said, as she released his hand to buckle herself in.
Zane’s eyes were drawn to her legs like bees to honey. The woman had great legs, already tan, and muscular and shapely from her work at the diner. Her white cross-trainers were scuffed with the red dirt from the road, and she had a smudge of dust across one ankle that Zane was severely tempted to reach down and brush away so he could let his fingers linger on her skin.
Bryn wore a pink waitress dress, the kind that zips up the front, with a white collar and a little breast pocket, and the fabric hugged her curvy figure in all the right spots. For just a moment, Zane imagined pulling down that zipper—with his teeth. His back started to sweat just thinking about it.
Simmer down, man. He took a deep breath, utilizing the stress-reducing exercise he’d learned in the military, and tried to think of something witty to say. He didn’t usually let himself get carried away with those kinds of fantasies. But he didn’t usually have Bryn in his truck, filling his cab with the sound of her easy laughter and the scent of her skin—traces of honeysuckle and vanilla and the smell of fresh sheets off the line on a warm summer day.
“That dog is serious about kissing. I haven’t had that much action in months.” He winked, then laughed with her, pulling his hand back to ruffle Lucky’s ears as the dog settled into the seat next to the collie. He tried to play it off like a joke, to settle his pounding heart, when what he really wanted to do was pull her into his lap and kiss her face and throat the way Lucky had done to him. Well, not exactly the same way.
Bryn snorted and scratched the ears of the collie, who was softly whining as she pressed into Bryn’s shoulder. “He’s just happy to see you. It’s been a while, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know.” It had, in fact, been months since he’d seen her.
“Well, Lucky has noticed you haven’t been around much.” She dropped her gaze and her voice as she focused on petting the dog. “We both have.”
“Are you saying you missed me?”
“I didn’t say missed. I said noticed.”
His shoulders slumped. Of course she hadn’t missed him.
She playfully nudged his elbow, and he felt the heat of her skin against his arm.
“Of course I missed you. You all but disappeared after the great Christmas pie bake-off in December.”
He chuckled as he shook his head. “I still can’t believe we made fifteen pies in four hours.”
“I still can’t believe you wore a frilly apron with a glittery cupcake on the front.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What other kind of cupcake is there? And I liked that glittery color. I’m thinking of having it added to the paint job on my truck.”
A laugh burst from her. “I dare you to.”
He let his voice drop and offered her what he hoped was a flirtatious grin. “I do enjoy a good dare.”
She chuckled, then lowered her gaze to the dog’s shoulder, where she scratched its fur. “So, why didn’t I hear from you? Was it something I said or did?”
Yeah, it was everything you did—everything that made me want and hope and wish for something more. “Nah. I was going to call you, but we got real busy at the ranch. Then I heard you started dating some rough-stock cowboy, and I didn’t want to overstep.”
“Is it overstepping to be my friend?”
He cocked his head, eyeing her. “Is that what you want me to be? Your friend?”
“Of course. I didn’t give you my number for you to not call me.”
Wrong question, dumbass. Should have asked her if all she wanted was to be his friend. He offered her a shrug. “I’m not much of a talker.”
“That’s perfect. Because I can talk up a blue streak, and I’m always on the lookout for a good listener.”
He chuckled. “I can do that. I can probably even throw in an occasional grunt of agreement just so you know I’m paying attention.”
She giggled softly, and the sound swirled in his chest, melting into him like molasses on a warm pancake. “That sounds great.”
Excerpted from Cowboy State of Mind by Jennie Marts. © 2020 by Jennie Marts. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2020


With: Viv Royce

Hello, so happy to be on Just Contemporary Romance today to introduce you to my new royal romance, A ROYAL SECOND CHANCE SUMMER, just released from Entangled Bliss. Although it's the third book in a series, you can read it as standalone. It's full of Fourth of July vibes, summery activities and food (waffles with ice cream, anyone?) and of course a swoonworthy hero: prince Nicolas of Belfort, undercover in Wood Creek to find a precious family heirloom. His first encounter with Lizzie Cates doesn't go exactly according to plan and to make up, he invites her to coffee at the local restaurant.

A ROYAL SECOND CHANCE SUMMER (Little Shops on Heart Street #3, Entangled Bliss)

Prince Nicolas is looking for a priceless royal heirloom. Trying to stay under the radar, he keeps that he’s a prince secret—especially from the cute antiques dealer he asks to help him. The longer it takes, the more time they get to spend together, though no matter how attracted he is to Lizzie, love is certainly not an option for the heir to the crown of Belfort.

Lizzie Cates fled her family’s new-found fame and fortune because life in the spotlight wasn’t for her. She loves her small town, where the most exciting thing on the schedule is the car parade for the Fourth of July. That’s just how she likes it, until Nicolas comes along. Lizzie finds herself falling for the caring man who craves the country and small-town life as much as she does.

Except Nicolas has a secret that will shatter both their dreams...


“Outside is fine with me. It’s a beautiful day.” His smile seemed to suggest something more than the weather being fine, and Lizzie looked away quickly. “You choose a table, I’ll go inside to order. What do you want?”
“Don’t they serve you at the table?” he asked.
“I’ve discovered it goes faster if you go inside and order.”
“Faster?” He hitched a brow.
Is he now thinking I can’t wait to get away from him? She flushed.
“Oh, I understand.” He leaned over. “You want something to eat. How about their famous pie? On me, of course.”
“I don’t know if—”
“You do know if you want pie.” He grinned. “Come on.”
“Will you join me?”
“I’m not a fan of sweet things. I’ll have a croque monsieur.”
“A what?”
“That’s what they call it in my country. It’s a toasted sandwich with ham and cheese.”
“Oh, sure. And how about the coffee? Plain? Latte? Espresso? Cappuccino?”
“Cappuccino for me.”
“Great.” She gestured across the tables to their left. “You can find somewhere to sit.”
She went inside and made a beeline for the glass counter with the pieces of pie. Yes, there’s still chocolate pie.
“Lizzie!” A hand touched her arm. Mrs. Nickle smiled up at her. The frail elderly lady wore lilac today, from the little hat sitting on her white hair to her shoes. Even her earrings had lilac gemstones in the dangling pendants. She stood on tiptoe to whisper, “I heard you had some trouble at Mrs. Landers’s house this morning. That some stranger tried to rob you. How terrible.”
“It was a misunderstanding,” Lizzie rushed to say. “All cleared up now. No harm done.”
“Oh.” Mrs. Nickle nodded. “And who is that handsome man you’re dating?”
“Dating?” Lizzie echoed with a start.
“Yes.” Mrs. Nickle’s twin sister, Mrs. Latimer, popped up by her side, all dressed in turquoise. “We’re so happy for you.”
Mrs. Nickle waved her off. “I told you to stay at the window and watch him while I talked to Lizzie. Go back there. Our purses could get stolen.”
“By whom?” Ignoring the gestures of her twin, Mrs. Latimer continued to gush to Lizzie, “We saw him go into the shop. I said it was a shame he was only a customer as we’ve hardly ever seen such a good-looking man around town. Then you two came out together.” She patted Lizzie’s arm. “Very sly of you to keep him out of view until you had secured him.”
“You can’t say that,” her sister objected. “Really, I can’t tell you anything. You just blab about it to the first person you meet.”
“We’ve been saying for years now,” Mrs. Latimer continued unperturbed, “that you should date. You’re far too serious. Always hiding behind old and dusty things. That’s not the way to get happy.”

Will Lizzie listen to this good advice and open her heart to her new customer? Not knowing who he is: a real-life prince!

A ROYAL SECOND CHANCE SUMMER is out now from Entangled Bliss! It's book 3 in the heartwarming Little Shops on Heart Street series about smalltown shopkeepers finding love when they least expect it. Each book can be read as standalone.

About the author:
With the same trademark atmospheric settings, relatable characters and cute canines that made several of her cozy mysteries #1 Amazon US and Canada bestsellers in multiple categories, Vivian Conroy pens romance as Viv Royce, creating the little shops on Heart Street she herself would like to frequent to stock up on bonbons, books and cute home decorations. When not hanging out in fictional worlds, she likes to hike, craft and spend way too much time on Twitter where readers can connect via @VivWrites.

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Saturday In Serendipity – Three Stories of Love Rediscovered

Congratulations to "Bn100", the winner in Margo's giveaway. Please contact JUST CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE to claim your prize!

This year has been bizarre to say the least. And particularly disappointing for members of the high school graduating class of 2020. Team sports seasons cut short. No special senior year activities, traditional graduation ceremonies or open houses. My heart goes out to these students for the lost chances to make special memories. However, they will still have reunions to look forward to in what will hopefully be bright and happy futures.

Much like three couples, Barry and Miranda, Matt and Blane, Jake and Bethany, in my three story anthology about a Twenty Year High School Reunion, SATURDAY IN SERENDIPITY

A twenty-year high school reunion in Serendipity, Vermont
changes the lives of former classmates and leads to unexpected futures.


Blurb: Barry Carlson had it all, a successful pro baseball career and the adoration of any woman he wanted. Except one, Amanda Marsh. Twenty years ago, in high school, Barry won Amanda’s love only to crush her heart. Forced to retire in his prime, he’s back in their hometown of Serendipity, Vermont determined to earn a second chance. Recently divorced, Amanda is happily single until Barry slides back into her life. She isn’t interested in a repeat performance. Turning him down should be easy, if only he wasn’t still the love of her life. Barry and Amanda must put aside old wounds and new misunderstandings to find their forever love.


Blane Weston’s construction company needs the venture capital Matt Durand is more than willing to provide. But with his reputation for hostile business takeovers, she makes it clear she wants no part of what he has to offer. Especially when he shows up at one of her building sites, unannounced and early, to negotiate terms. Besides, Blane has other plans for the next few days. Alone and single for far too long, she’s ready to hook up with a former flame at her high school reunion in Serendipity, Vermont. Not used to being denied, Matt follows her only to find her destination holds memories and unfinished business for him. How can Blane possible enjoy a journey back to her past when Matt is determined to dictate her future?


His twentieth high school reunion in Serendipity, Vermont leaves hospital CEO Jake Holbrook feeling lonely and alone. So when a special woman from his past tumbles back into his life—and his bed—he’s determined to keep her there. Family practice physician Bethany Thomas knows it’s a bad idea to sleep with her late husband’s best friend—even if he is the only man she ever loved. After years of marriage to the wrong man, she isn’t looking for an entanglement with her future boss. Clashing philosophies on patient care lead Bethany to betray Jake. As the holidays approach, his job is on the line. Can Bethany and Jake overcome their lack of trust to find their own Christmas miracle?

Barry and Miranda, Matt and Blane, Jake and Bethany. Three stories of Love Rediscovered.

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Bio: Award winning author Margo Hoornstra writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense, always providing that happily ever after for her characters. A big city girl turned country woman, Margo enjoys hiking and walking around the wide-open spaces near her home, especially in the fall, hates to cook and loves to read.

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Hart Lust

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Writing Hard Lust was wicked fun, especially the steamy and playful interactions between Megan, a feminist, and Andros, Racan, and Vespar, three alpha demons who are seriously hot. In this scene, Megan’s getting ready for her first shift at the guys’ gentleman’s club where she’s supposed to serve drinks through eternity. Uh-huh.

She tottered on the heels.
Loving her in Hard Lust’s finery, Racan couldn’t admire it enough.
Whatever she snarled beneath her breath said she didn’t feel the same.
A pity. The uniform was awesome, not covering one important part on her. Given her outstanding figure, she should be proud, not offended.
He approached and pressed his lips to her ear. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
More muttered words poured from her, then she heaved in a breath. “You really like this thing I’m wearing, don’t you?”
“I’ll never complain.”
She turned her face to his, their lips inches apart, her breath heated and peppermint scented.
Something inside him went gooey. He hungered for a taste of her lips and everything else.
Her color rose. An emotion sparked in her eyes. Fascination? Desire? Surrender?
The feeling disappeared before he could identify it.
This wasn’t playing out as he wanted.
She glanced past him. “Why don’t you put it on?”
Having her look at him sounded way better. “Put what on?”
“This thing.” Making a face, she gestured to her uniform. “And the heels. Tell you what. I dare you. I don’t think you’re brave enough to try.”
 She had that right. If he ever donned women’s clothes, Andros and Vespar would never let him forget it. Confessing that or arguing was futile. “And deprive you? No way.”
He stepped back and snapped his fingers.
She drew in her shoulders, alarm in her eyes.
Her earlier comment to Andros about boiling oil returned. Racan couldn’t believe humans still believed such nonsense. Rather than invoking a smoldering cauldron, a large volume rested in his hands. He offered it to her. “For you.”
She leaned away. “No thanks. You keep it. I don’t mind.”
Andros lowered his face and shook his head.
Since reasoning hadn’t worked, Racan got to the point. “Either you take this, or you can wear it on a chain around your neck.” He bounced it on his palms. “It weighs four pounds or more. Your choice.”
Sneering, she took the book but held it at arm’s length. “What is it?”
“The employee handbook.” He stroked the leather-bound cover. “It has everything you need to know—and obey—while you work in Hard Lust.”
Her eyes goggled. “There must be a thousand pages here.”
“Twenty-three hundred to be exact,” Vespar said, materializing at her side.
She recoiled, then stared at his naked chest, black leather pants, biker boots, and the tat on his pec. After checking it against Racan’s pendant and Andros’s ring, she inched closer and met Vespar’s dark green eyes.
He winked and offered his million-watt grin, his teeth startlingly white against his bronzed complexion, his wavy brown hair tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed.
Approval shone in her eyes. “And you are?”
“Vespar,” Racan said, cutting them off before it went any further, as it had between her and him. “Our other partner, which is all you need to know.” He tapped the book to get her full attention. “Some pages constitute the table of contents, others the index, so we’re talking approximately two thousand sheets with vital information you need to read, memorize, absorb, and live as if your future depended upon it, because it does.”
She stared at the cover. “This isn’t even in English. I don’t read devil.” She shoved the thing at him.
He conjured a huge chain for her neck.
Her eyes narrowed. “How am I supposed to read this crap?”
“Whoa.” Andros stood. “That’s sacred text you’re insulting. I’d watch it if I were you.”
Racan worked his mouth to stop his grin.
Vespar’s back was to them, quiet laughter shaking his shoulders, the mirrors showing his lips pressed together.
She regarded his reflection. “Sacred. Sure.” She faced Racan. “So I spend the next five hundred years or more learning your language, then slogging through this stuff?”
“Don’t be absurd.” He crowded her.
She didn’t retreat.
He admired her spunk.

I’m hosting a giveaway for Hard Lust (runs June 1 to August 1). One lucky winner will receive $365 in GCs and ebooks from bestselling authors.

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