Thursday, June 20, 2019

Rainbow Above Us

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“Filled with unforgettable charm and delight!” —Robyn Carr #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

What will it take to bring people together?

Hurricane Fanny left no one in Blessings, Georgia unscathed—including Rowan Harper, the only surviving member of her family. Rebuilding her life now seems almost impossible.

Bowie James comes back to help repair his grandmother’s house, but he doesn’t intend to stay long. He and his mother were forced out of Blessings a decade ago, and he’s neither forgiven nor forgotten those responsible.

But Rowan is kindhearted, beautiful, and lost, and Bowie discovers that he can entrust her with his deepest secrets. If only their love could bring hope and healing to everyone around them, maybe they’d be willing to give it a chance…

Blessings, Georgia Series:
You and Only You (Book 1)
I'll Stand by You (Book 2)
Saving Jake (Book 3)
A Piece of My Heart (Book 4)
The Color of Love (Book 5)
Come Back to Me (Book 6)
Forever My Hero (Book 7)
A Rainbow Above Us (Book 8)

Praise for the Blessings, Georgia series:
“A delight… I couldn’t put it down.”—Fresh Fiction
“Engaging, heartwarming, funny, sassy, and just plain good.”—Peeking Between the Pages
“Sala’s novel is one of those rare treats that is not only a pleasure to read, but is so enjoyable it becomes difficult to put the book down.”—RT Book Reviews

SHARON SALA has over one hundred books in print and has published in five different genres. She is an eight-time RITA finalist, five-time Career Achievement winner from RT Book Reviews, and five-time winner of the National Reader’s Choice Award. Writing changed her life, her world, and her fate. She lives in Norman, Oklahoma. Visit her on the web at

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Bowie pulled up at his motor home and got out. He was almost at the steps when he heard a laugh that cut to his core. He knew it was Rowan. He didn’t know what had made her laugh like that, but it was such a joyful belly laugh that he was already grinning when he unlocked the door and walked in.

The trio was sitting at the dining table, playing cards. Ella looked up and waved.

“You’re back! Thank God. We’re playing strip poker, and I’m losing.”

He grinned. His aunt Ella was missing both shoes and her skirt. Luckily for all of them, she still favored slips.

But it was Rowan who startled him most. The quiet, dark--eyed beauty was doubled over with laughter, and every time she looked up at Pearl, she started laughing all over again.
Pearl was blushing. “It’s not funny, missy. Just because you’re still wearing all of your underwear doesn’t mean you shouldn’t worry.”

Rowan couldn’t even look up. She just rolled out of her chair onto the floor, laughing until tears were running down her face.

Pearl slapped the cards she was holding facedown on the table and pointed at Rowan.
“Bowie, take this snippet with you to Piggly Wiggly so we can put our clothes back on. I’ve never played such a game in my life.”

Ella laughed. “Mama, don’t lie. I remember you and Daddy playing this after you put me to bed.”

Pearl gasped and then blushed again. “Well, never mind.”

Rowan groaned. “Oh my God…somebody help me up. I can’t breathe,” she said, and then covered her face.

Bowie couldn’t take his eyes off her…flat on her back on his floor, so gloriously sexy he could hardly think.

“Well, get her up and out of here,” Pearl said, and then hid a grin. Even she was entranced by the unexpected delight.

Bowie moved toward Rowan. When she held up her hand, he grasped her by the wrist, her hand engulfed within his fist, and pulled her upright.

“Thank you,” Rowan said, and then turned loose of him and ran around the table to hug Pearl. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but thank you for the first joy I’ve felt since before the storm.”
Pearl kissed the side of Rowan’s cheek and hugged her back. “I’m happy to have been of service.”

Rowan started giggling again. “I need my shoes. I think I left them in the master bedroom. I’ll be right back,” she said, and bolted toward the back of the motor home.

Bowie was a dedicated bachelor with an image to protect, but they had yet to pass one night under the same roof, and he was already feeling a complication in his life that he didn’t need.

“I’m back,” Rowan said, and snagged their grocery list from the table.

“Then I guess we’re off,” Bowie said. “You sure you two don’t want to come with us?”

Ella shook her head. “I guess we’ll pass. I’m not dressed, and Mama isn’t wearing underwear, so there’s that.”

Rowan was still giggling when she got in the front seat with Bowie and buckled up.

“Oh my word…I didn’t know I could still laugh. That was the best medicine ever,” she said, and then burst into tears and started apologizing.

Bowie handed her a pack of tissues from the console.

“Honey, don’t apologize. I grew up with three women. There’s little I haven’t already seen or heard about.” Then he grinned. “I can’t believe you got Gran to play strip poker.”

“It was Ella’s suggestion, and then she kept losing. Pearl is the one who made me laugh, though. I guess she figured if she shed her drawers, she could still maintain her dignity…unlike Ella, who just peeled stuff off as she went.”

Now Bowie was chuckling, imagining Gran getting up and taking off her panties.

“What did she do with them?” he asked.

“She heard you drive up and sat on them,” Rowan said. “That’s when I burst out laughing.”

That image was too priceless to ignore. Bowie laughed all the way to the Piggly Wiggly.
Right before they got out, Bowie paused. “I don’t know what’s on the list, but if you have things you need that you might be embarrassed about, I can easily wait up front and just pay when you’re finished.”

Rowan shrugged. “Mama died when I was ten. Daddy raised me. He’s the one who told me about the birds and the bees and all the girl stuff. I’m used to shopping for all that with a man, so I’m fine if you are.”

“Then we’re good,” Bowie said. “Remember…three women and me.”

Rowan grinned. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?” she said, and jumped out. He got out and followed her into the store, trying not to think about what it would be like to be part of her world.

Excerpted from A Rainbow Above Us by Sharon Sala. © 2019 by Sharon Sala. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

Dirty Irish

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My life has revolved around the two things I've always loved: whiskey and rugby. Now the marriage clause in my Da's will has me putting both on the back burner if I want to save the Murphy's Pub empire and find a wife.

As the last brother to get married, I need a little help, and that's where my sister-in-law's American best friend, Leah, comes into the picture. She could use a little Irish luck after the deceitful things her ex did to her that brought her to Ireland. With her take-no-shite-attitude, she's just the type of girl to help me find a wife.
That is, if I can remember she’s the matchmaker and not the match.
Each book in the Murphy Brothers series is STANDALONE:

* Straight Up Irish
* Irish on the Rocks
* Dirty Irish

Fallon and Leah had happened to pass a magazine stand on their way to the office where Leah picked up a copy where Sean happened to be in it wearing nothing more than a smile and a Rugby ball covering his mickey.

Instead of speaking, my mouth hung open while I stared at Connor and the suited man next to him.
The tall, suited man who I’d just been staring at in a magazine: Sean.
No. No. He wasn’t cute.
I mean, he was cute, just not for me.
But for another girl, he’d be a great catch.
Connor turned his grin toward his wife, but Sean’s heated blue stare was locked right on me. The bugger knew he was cute. A definite playboy, though, since he couldn’t keep a woman.
Not what I needed.
But he did need a woman. A wife. The one I had to find.
“What are you two doing in Jack’s office?” Fallon asked, crossing her arms over her chest as if she could actually ever be mad at her gorgeous Irish man.
“Had a meeting with some of the London franchises and needed Sean in on the call, with Jack gone doing wedding stuff. But, since our older brother didn’t email us the notes, we had to find them in his office before the call. Nice of him to do that, huh?” Connor grinned.
“At work already? Wow, you really are on top of things,” Sean said quietly, approaching me with slow methodical steps.
As he got closer, I tried not to inhale his manly scent of leather and fresh cut grass. My heart was already beating a million times a minute, and so I wouldn’t explode right there, I rounded the corner of an empty desk, putting at least a little needed space between us.
What the hell?
I didn’t have some sort of weird crush on this guy. He was just my new boss and my best friend’s brother-in-law.
“Yeah. Just trying to get all the passwords and everything so I can start getting to work for you,” I said, plopping my purse on the wooden surface, only to have it topple over.
The world moved in slow motion as the magazine tumbled out, open to Sean’s smiling face and rugby ball.
I quickly grabbed the magazine and stuffed it back into my purse, but the damage was done. I couldn’t look up, not with my face flaming and my hands trembling.
“Ah, forgot about that article and cover. Doing some research to see if you can find out anything else about me? If you need it, I’m an open book. Just ask me.” He held his arms out to the side, the grin broadening on his face. The very one I had to stop staring at.
Stupid eyes for not being able to look away from the damn man.

“No research. I saw the cover and thought the article might be interesting. But then it ripped when I was grabbed it from the stand and the crotchety old guy made me buy it. But I probably will need to take you up on that getting to know you thing. You know, so I can put it in your dating profiles.,” I said quickly, trying to keep my composure and not explode with word vomit.
Why the hell was I nervous?
So, I had a magazine. I worked for him and was helping him find a wife. Totally normal.
Even if I did plan on using it for a little bedtime reading later. He didn’t need to know that.

Magan is giving away an Irish swag pack or choice of audio book from her backlist.

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Monday, June 17, 2019

How To Lose A Fiance

Hi Just Contemporary Romance readers! How toLose a Fiancé is my quirky reverse Cinderella story, where a good girl decides to ditch her pearls and fashionable wardrobe in the hopes of avoiding an arranged marriage with a sexy Greek billionaire.

Here’s a sneak peek at Sophia’s grand entrance. I really hope you enjoy it.

Her mother could pretend she’d sent her daughter off on some fancy vacation if she liked, but that didn’t change the fact that they were trying to sentence her to an unhappy life without the freedom to make her own choices.
“Sorry, Mom,” she muttered under her breath. “I love you, but I can’t be like you.”
Tonight a cocktail party was being held in Dion’s lush and expansive backyard. A party in her honor, apparently. He’d informed her over dinner last night that he wouldn’t be announcing their engagement immediately. Rather, he would introduce her as a family friend and give her a chance to settle in before he broke the news.
“How kind,” she muttered.
Whether people knew she was here to be some modern version of a mail-order bride was irrelevant to her plans. If there was a gathering of people, then she would be putting on a show.
She looked down at the oversized balloon-style pants made of red and yellow satin. They were almost as outlandish than the silk blouse with tiered ruffle sleeves. Sophia stifled a snort as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She couldn’t quite tell what was more ridiculous: the fact that she looked like a couture version of Krusty the Clown, or that these pants had cost almost five hundred Euros. But Dion wanted a high-fashion wife, so she was going to be high fashion.
Dion’s “personal shopper” had taken her out today, on what was clearly mean to be a “make sure she dresses well” trip. Ha! Sophia had allowed the lovely woman to take her out, to help her pick some glittering, strappy sandals with a pencil thin heel. But the demure black dress was tucked away in her closet, its tags still swinging.
Sophia adjusted her hair, which she’d left in its wildly curly, natural state—rather than smoothing it down with a flat iron like she usually did—and sucked in a breath. After spending her entire life doing everything possible to look like the perfect daughter she was, wearing such an outlandish outfit in public was intimidating.
“You can do this.” She stared at her reflection. “You will do this, because then you can go home.”
Home. To the mother and father who were treating her like cattle. To her life of unfulfilling work under her father’s thumb. To the house that was a glorified prison.
“You’re going home to make a new life. Your life. With your dream cottage and running your own business.” She swallowed. “And then you’ll never have to answer to anyone else ever again.”
She flung open the bedroom door and cringed at the sound of string instruments floating up the staircase. It sounded like one of those fancy parties, where people sipped champagne and wore the kind of outfits Sophia would wear back home. Little black dresses, pencil skirts, diamond studs.
Gripping the handrail, Sophia took the stairs carefully, her movements slowed by the teetering Jimmy Choo sandals. The sandals were a ploy to make the outfit look intentional—like this was some huge fashion trend across the pond that he knew nothing about.
Dion would likely be outside wondering where the hell she was. Sophia had never been late for anything in her life, especially not on purpose. But the “big reveal” had to occur when the party was already in swing, because that way Dion couldn’t shuffle her off into a quiet room and demand she change. She needed the moment to be public, so he’d have to grit his teeth and bear it. And plan how to dump her after the party.
There’s no way he’d be able to see her as wife material after this.
When she got to the bottom of the staircase, she could see all the way out to the back garden through the wall-to-ceiling windows in the house’s main lounge area. She could see it all—Dion’s dark hair and tanned skin, his bright smile and warm handshakes and kisses on the cheeks of his guests. She could see the soft glowing lanterns, and the sparkling night sky and the glistening pool. She could even see the trees shifting in the breeze, their leaves fluttering and trembling.
Dion’s perfect, polished life was about to have a spanner thrown in the works.
As if sensing her, his head snapped up and his dark eyes cut through the glass door leading out to the garden. Was it her imagination or did his jaw tighten? Any minute now, she would find out.
“Three, two, one…” she whispered under her breath as she pushed the door open. “Show time.”


Sophia Andreou has always been the “good daughter” who tried to keep her domineering father happy. She followed the rules and did everything that was asked of her. But this time, her father is asking too much. The family company is crumbling, and her father has arranged a marriage to a Greek billionaire who can save their property business. What?! Umm no thank you. If Cinderella can dress up to win a prince, surely Sophia can do the opposite and ditch hers...
Dion Kourakis has come a long way from being an orphan with only a single friend to his name. Now he runs a billion-dollar investment company and has the respect of everyone in Europe. His charming personality covers a lot of emotional scars, including his desire to make his mentor proud. Dion doesn’t exactly want a bride to go along with his next business deal, and he plans on letting the lass down gently when they meet...
Only, his future bride has turned out to be nothing like what he thought she’d be. She’s quirky and has a habit of turning up to social events in strange outfits. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she’s up to, but the harder she tries to convince him she’d be an awful wife, the more he wants to convince her they’d be perfect together.

Sunday, June 16, 2019


With: JoAnn Sky

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Hi. My name is JoAnn Sky, and I write sweet contemporary adult romance, young adult romance with a magical twist, and children’s books. NO HEARTBREAKER REQUIRED is the second book in my Biggest Little Love Story series and takes place in Reno, which is known as the “Biggest Little City in the World”.  NO HEARTBREAKER REQUIRED is a sweet, contemporary romance with a bit of western flair. See, Reno is a mix of several things. Downtown is full of casinos, the edges of town are full of ranches, and the mountains are full of ski resorts! So, each book in my Biggest Little Love Story series introduces a different part of Reno to readers. In NO HEARTBREAKER REQUIRED our heroine is from Reno and a former Olympic-hopeful skier. Thanks for having me today!


They never saw each other coming…

When an avalanche crushes her world, Olympic hopeful Starr Taylor loses her job, her boyfriend, and worst of all, her confidence. She's working on getting her life back together and moving forward, and it certainly won’t be with Spencer Kensington, the far-too-attractive playboy lawyer she’s forced to play nice with at their friends’ wedding. Unfortunately, Spencer's trip to Reno gets extended unexpectedly, and Starr suddenly finds herself way too close for comfort with the man she's quickly realizing is more than he appears.

Spencer is a tough, no-nonsense New York businessman with a no-commitment rule in the bedroom. But a few days of living with Starr, feeding goats and helping her save troubled teens, has him feeling something he can't identify. In fact, the more Spencer gets to know the surprisingly vulnerable and tempting woman, the duller his superficial life in the city starts to seem. But everything he's worked for is waiting for him, and as Spencer’s flight back home grows closer, he's left wondering if the life he has is really the life he wants.

JoAnn Sky has written for years as part of her job (business and marketing plans and the like). One day she tried her hand at writing for fun—and liked it. Now she authors adult contemporary romance and young adult romance with a magical twist as well as children's books. She is a two-time Golden Heart® finalist and a member of Romance Writers of America. Originally from the Midwest, JoAnn currently lives in northern Nevada with her husband a.k.a. love of her life, three teenage children, and three crazy rescue dogs.

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Take a quick peek at one of the first times heroine Starr and hero Spencer realize that maybe there’s more going on between them… that maybe they don’t hate each other as much as they thought…

Spencer pushed off the wall and walked toward her, or rather, stalked, his large frame closing in and then towering over her. Mr. Big Bad Lawyer looked positively lethal. The air seemed to lose some of its oxygen, and her lungs tightened. His eyes locked on hers, and every inch of her body tingled. Even her mind fuzzed with static. What were they talking about? He was so close. Why was he so close?
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re worth it.” His gaze was so intense, so earnest, she almost believed him. Or maybe it was his cologne. She hadn’t noticed it earlier today. Had he just put it on, or were her senses super sensitive tonight? It was masculine, pine mixed with spice. Totally intoxicating. She doubted there wasn’t much he could suggest that she wouldn’t believe—or agree to. Which was… Which was exactly the state of mind she promised she’d never be in again.
Where were these feelings coming from? Even last night, as she “negotiated” his help, she hadn’t been this affected by his closeness.
She pushed up from the swing and brushed past him. Her shoulder grazed his forearm, tingling at the touch-point. She reached the porch banister, grabbed on, and looked out into the darkness, focusing on the shadowy barn in the middle of the yard.
And waiting for the hot tingles in her arm to subside.
This was not happening. She wouldn’t get involved, wouldn’t fall for him. Not him.
“You’re not the only one who can eavesdrop,” she said over her shoulder, forcing herself to think about something else. “I heard you on the phone before dinner. You didn’t sound too happy.” She had recognized the tone in his voice. It was the one he’d used breaking up with what’s-her-name the day of the wedding. Curt one-liners, direct and unforgiving, jabbing with the precision of a boxer—one with killer instincts.  
She pivoted to face him, resting against the porch banister. “Who were you knocking out this time?”
A perplexed look crossed his face. “Just making sure my client wasn’t getting cold feet, given my absence.”
“So that was your idea of a pep talk?” He must be a monster to deal with in business. Though, admittedly, a monster she’d want on her side. “I think it’s probably bad karma to beat up your own team.”
His lips twisted. “I’ve been told my karma’s already in poor shape.” He took a step forward. Just one, but it was enough to make her heart ker-thunk into her stomach.
And then he took another one.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond; he just kept coming at her, slowly and deliberately. Her heart wormed its way up to her chest, pounding on her insides, the sound reverberating in her ears. He continued to approach until he was mere inches from her. She took a shaky breath, her lungs filling with the scent of his spicy cologne.
She avoided his eyes and instead focused on his high cheekbones, his square jaw cloaked in a five o’clock shadow. His firm lips. She instinctively licked hers. As if in response, his body shifted closer, subtly.
Subtle shifts of her body determined entire races in skiing. Subtle shifts had been the difference between winning and losing. And lately, all she’d done is lose. She could feel Spencer’s breath on her cheek. Wasn’t it time for things to go her way, for something good to happen? He was here; he had stayed. Maybe a night with Spencer could be good. Or maybe just one kiss...

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Saturday, June 15, 2019


Thanks so much for having me here today. I’m so excited to share my newest story Covering All The Bases. While I don’t play any sports (I actually do not like any activities where things are thrown at me 😉), I love sports romance. In this book, Isla Bennett isn’t close to her family so when she meets a man who shows her what family should be, she falls fast and hard. The problem is, she meets him while traveling to the deathbed of a grandfather she didn’t know she had, who left her a major league baseball team. And the man she’s crushing on? That would be Liam Cruz, the Nashville Slammers’ heavy hitter.


Talk about a wild day... As if being summoned to the deathbed of a grandfather she didn’t know existed wasn’t enough––Isla Bennett meets the man of her dreams. Spends an amazing day playing tourist around Nashville with him. And then finds out she’s inherited the Nashville Slammers major league baseball team. Oh, and her new dream man? He’s the Slammers’ star power hitter. Isla just went from amazing first date to holy heck I’m your boss in the span of a day.

Liam Cruz can’t believe how refreshing it was to spend a day with someone who didn’t know his batting average, the size of his last contract, or heck, even that he’s a baseball player. Now Isla’s thrust into the spotlight, and though she’s more than capable of handling herself professionally, he takes it upon himself to teach her everything he can about the game that is his whole life. But they’ll have to keep it on the DL.

Because doing what’s best for the team means they can never be together––and that might be the toughest play of all.

His broad shoulders and short cropped hair made him look a little dangerous and a whole lot capable. Of many things.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Red?” He tugged on a lock of her hair and gave her a smile that shot fireworks through her blood.
“I was just thinking that I don’t want to waste the day or two I have here thinking about my brother, my dad, or anything else.”
Liam stepped closer. “Seems like you could use a little break from them.” 
She laughed at his dead-on assessment. “How is it that you hardly know me and you see things other people don’t?”
In her professional life, everyone had the utmost respect for her father and brother. The dynamic duo of the fitness center world. Never mind the long days and nights and hours that Isla spent making things come together. Things like the deal with Conroy Hotels. Her father’s gyms were going to be a part of ten Conroy properties starting in the new year. Thanks to Isla. Only, no one had thanked her, except Jonathan Conroy, who she’d struck the deal with. He’d been gracious and kind. A great negotiator. He’d treated her as an equal.
“Maybe it’s because I’m looking so close,” he said, his voice lowering. Had she moved? Did he? She wasn’t sure, but the front of each of their bodies was touching, and despite the chill in the air, Isla’s skin warmed beneath her layers.
“Hmm. You are looking quite close,” she said, not intending for her voice to come out so husky.
Liam ran his thumb over her cheek, then back, down over her lower lip. Her knees went loose and she pressed her hand to his chest. It was hard and solid like the brick wall at her back. But so much hotter. With his jacket open, she pressed her hand to his soft shirt and felt the sleek muscle beneath.
“I like what I see,” he said, his face coming closer.
“Me too,” she whispered. A little too much. Could she blame her overtaxed emotions? Probably not. There was something about Liam.
The first touch of his lips pushed thoughts of anything other than him, of getting closer, out of her brain. One of his hands threaded through her hair, anchoring her where he wanted so he could slant his mouth over hers, teasing and testing, before diving all the way in.
Isla’s fingers fisted in his shirt, curling the material in her palm as she arched to get closer, to take more. Liam gentled the kiss, slowing it down before he leaned back, enough so he could speak but so they were still sharing the same air, their breath mingling and intertwining sort of like their bodies.
“Wow,” he whispered, pressing his brow to hers.
“Yeah. Wow.” Two or three days of doing exactly that didn’t seem like nearly enough.
Liam’s hands ran down her arms, back up, over her shoulders, and then he pulled her close and wrapped his around her, hugging her tight and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Isla sank in. If she could only have a couple days with him, she was going to enjoy every second of it. Which meant blocking out all of the questions and the uncertainty.
When he pulled back, Liam’s eyes were a mix of desire and sweetness. “You like Johnny Cash?”
Isla laughed at the quick change of subject. “The Man in Black? Sure.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, taking her hand again. “Come on.”

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Back For More


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

When I heard about the 425 Madison series, I couldn't wait to get started! The concept is a ton of fun—a whole series of loosely interconnected, but standalone romance novels set in Manhattan. I love stories that take place in bustling cities, so my imagination was in overdrive.

Kurt and Corina's story is multi-faceted. Kurt is Corina's brother's best friend, as well as her high school crush. She hasn't seen him since he went off to law school. So imagine her emotions and reaction when he walks into her apartment, and back into her life. In the process, he also becomes her boss, and the sparks won't stop flying. They know they should cool it and back off, but the force pulling them together is hard to resist.

I had so much fun writing this book! From capturing the sexy and busy atmosphere of Manhattan, to expressing the complex emotions my characters had to navigate, it was a very challenging and satisfying journey!

There's a bit of angst, plenty of steam, and lots of feels! I hope you enjoy reading Kurt and Corina's story as much as I did writing it!


For Kurt Owens, law school came first, but now that he’s back in the city, he can’t deny the sparks when he sees his best friend’s sister for the first time in years. Corina Davies needs a job and takes Kurt up on his offer to be his new assistant. Summer in the city is about to get a whole lot hotter. The seventh book in the beloved 425 Madison Avenue, is now live. Read Back For More by Sylvia Kane today!

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Summer in the city...


She’s smart, hot, and funny. My dream girl. 
There’s just one problem. She’s also my best bud’s little sister. 
The sparks have always been there, but law school had to come first. Now, we’re all back in the city and the same sparks fly every time I run into her. 
She needs a job and I need an assistant at the law firm. What could go wrong?
I don’t know if I can hide my feelings any longer. 
I know I shouldn’t go there, but I can’t help it.


My brother's back in town, and I offer to share my awesome apartment. Imagine my surprise when his best friend Kurt walks in. 
He’s still tall, dark, and handsome, and I can’t deny the pull. 
Working together only complicates things. Long days and nights in the office can be dangerous. 
When we’re not at the office, he’s always hanging around my apartment. To see my brother. Yeah, right.

 All I know is, summer in the city is about to get a lot hotter.

After all, 425 Madison Avenue is the perfect place to fall in love.

*Each story is completely standalone.

$10 Amazon gift card and an eBook copy of one of my backlist titles. (winner’s choice)

Author Info
If you love naughty romances about irresistible men who love their women fiercely, you’ve come to the right place. Sylvia's books include a sprinkling of angst, introspective and lovable characters, and a healthy helping of steam. She lives in Toronto with her husband, their two young kids, and an adorable Maine Coon who follows them around like a guard dog when they go for walks!

About the 425 Madison Series

Welcome to 425 Madison Ave the perfect place to fall in love. Nine delicious romances set in fast-paced & sexy NYC just waiting for you to read.

The series features stories from some of your favorite romance authors: Leigh Lennon, MK Moore, Allie York, Aubree Valentine, Kay Gordon, Lauren Helms, Sylvia Kane, Katy Ames, and C. Lesbirel.

Join these authors as they come together, each with a standalone romance for you to enjoy.

Featuring some of readers' favorite tropes: second-chance romance, best friends sibling romance to a good ol' enemies to lovers romance. We've got you covered with a sports romance, a fake relationship and even an ugly duckling or two. Don't forget a brother's best friend and falling for your soul mate. Maybe a little love triangle as well. Each tale offers you something new, something different. After all, 425 is the perfect place to fall in love.

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