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RELEASE DATE: February 3rd
Blurb
It’s funny how the tiniest of things can change your life… an invitation, a simple kiss goodnight, a matchbook…
Auden Kelly is in need of a change.
She’s trading in her nine-to-five sales job for the adventure of a lifetime: a one year contract with a European tour company.
For one full year, Auden will get paid to see the world. What could be better? Her brother gives her a journal, instructing her to document all of her adventures as she travels from country to country. And that’s exactly what she does.
When a mysterious stranger enters her life, however, everything changes: her expectations, her priorities and her view of the world. And nothing for Auden will ever be the same.
Note: Although these books are part of a series, they do not need to be read in order
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Cover: Bouquet Toss (Book One)
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Blurb:
Ever since Daphne Harper graduated from college, all of her friends have fallen in love, become engaged and walked down the aisle. Be it a blessing or a curse, Daphne (a hopeless romantic and perpetual single girl) catches the bouquet at every single wedding she attends.
Daphne’s love life is a mess. Her first love, Mayson, haunts her heart and keeps her from pursuing happiness with any man who comes along. As she struggles to move on from the one who got away, Daphne wonders if she will ever break her curse and find her happily ever after.
Cover: Champagne Toast (Book Two)
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Blurb:
Kate Armour and Evan Maxwell fell hard and fast for each other while attending college. Their once passionate and loving relationship ended when old scars eventually tore them apart. Two years after their breakup, they're each struggling to piece together what went wrong in an attempt to move forward.
Kate, a no-nonsense bartender, must face her past while attempting to focus on her future.
Evan is stifled by his bitter heart, which threatens each and every relationship he attempts after walking away from Kate.
Will life offer them a second chance at love or are old patterns simply too hard to break?
Cover: Picturing Perfect (Book Three)
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Blurb:
Hadley Foster has been through a lot in her twenty-two years: the death of her beloved father, her mother’s descent into mental illness, and the loss of her soulmate, Jason Kelly, from whom she walked away years ago.
Despite all this, Hadley has remained hopeful and optimistic about life. She has been with upstanding investment banker Tucker for six years, and the future looks bright—until a trip to Europe with her best friend brings a series of events no one could have foreseen. Suddenly the brilliant future she has envisioned for herself seems to shatter before her eyes. She is faced with a stark choice: move on again, or pick up the pieces.
Back home, nerdy but handsome Jason Kelly is now a successful writer who could have anything—and anyone—he wants. But deep down, he still misses his beloved “Haddie” and dreams of winning her back.
When destiny leads their paths to cross once more, Hadley and Jason must confront not only their painful past, but what the future may hold for them both.
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Excerpt....
I was distracted from my
daydreaming by the most intense eyes I’ve ever seen. The were blue, the
brightest blue. Although one of them had a patch of brown next to the pupil.
Tan skin, blue eyes, dark brown hair. And a stare that made me uncomfortable.
I’d noticed him before. The
first day of the tour, in fact. He reminded me of Henry Cavill. Broad
shoulders, tight ass, bulging muscular arms and a gorgeous face. When he
smiled, he had a boyish look about him, but when his lips were pressed tight,
like when he was listening to Anabelle describe the sights, he looked like an
alpha male. A hot, dangerous alpha male. I’d purposely avoided him because I
didn’t want to give Anabelle any ammunition towards getting me fired. And now
that I knew Tom had blabbed, I felt even more determined to keep my attraction
in tact. I’d purposely stayed away. I hadn’t even heard his voice yet. Was he
American? Canadian? British?
But, now he was staring and I
couldn’t avoid him any longer.
“Auden, right?” he asked,
offering me a fresh blueberry from a ziploc bag. I narrowed my eyes at him and
his choice of snack. Here we were, in Amsterdam. He could buy a brownie laced
with pot or a million different kinds of sweets. But, he was munching on
blueberries.
“Thanks,” I said, grabbing a
couple berries from the bag and popping them into my mouth. They were juicy and
sweet. Almost intoxicating.
Stop it, Auden.
“Have you worked here long?
I’ve never seen you before.” It was then that I really heard his accent.
British. Delicious.
“I’m new. But, why would you
have seen me before?” I tilted my head in confusion.
“My mates and I like to take
trips every few months. Blow off steam.” He said, popping another berry into
his mouth. His lips were a gorgeous shade of peach. “And Jordan’s the best.”
“I see.” I said, pressing my
lips together, not knowing what else to say. It wasn’t often that a man could
get me tongue tied. But, it was happening. All I could focus on was the dimple
on his right cheek when he smiled. And how his left eye had a small patch of
brown within the blue.
“Unique name.”
“Huh?” He snapped me out of
my daze. “Uh, yeah. I guess.”
“Don’t hear it very often.”
He said.
It was then that I realized I
didn’t know his. And it was my job to know it. How was I going to get out of
this one?
“Campbell,” he said,“Campbell
Hutchins.”
“Like the soup?” I said. As
soon as the words left my mouth, I knew they were unprofessional. But, he
simply laughed.
“Wow, never heard that
before.” He said, running his fingers through his silky brown hair, “My friends
call me Hutch.”
“Seriously?” I asked, taken
aback.
“What do you mean?” He looked
confused.
“As in Starsky & Hutch?”
I pressed.
“You are way too young to
know that reference.” He said, shaking his head from side to side.
“They made a movie reboot when
I was in high school. Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson…remember?”
“Right.” He said with a
lopsided grin. He had such a boyish charm to his smile, it was unnerving.
“Besides, you don’t seem old
enough to know the original show either. That was the seventies.” I narrowed my
eyes at him. He could be in his early thirties, but there was no way he was old
enough to have watched that show when it was on the air.
“Saw it in reruns.” He said
with a shrug.
“Nice to meet you, Starsky.”
I said with a smirk. He shook his head at me and extended his hand like the
English gentleman that he was. I tried my best not to feel the electrical
current coursing through every nerve in my body. This was a brand new
sensation. Which is saying a lot considering my boy-crazy history. This was
unique and terrifying and wonderfully exciting. “Sorry, I mean Hutch of course.
So, Campbell…where’d your parents think of that one?”
“Do you always interrogate
tour members about their names?” he asked with a chuckle. My cheeks turned pink
when I realized I usually didn’t give a crap about people’s names or the origin
of said names. But, he was different. It was like I needed to know anything I
could learn about this handsome stranger.
“Just answer the question,” I
said, flirting with a tilt of my head and arms crossed across my chest.
For a second, everything
stopped as Campbell looked down at my feet. He smirked as his eyes climbed up
my calf and to my thighs. They lingered there for just a second before
continuing up to my torso, my chest and finally my face. When our eyes met, he
grinned and I suddenly felt as naked as the day I was born.
“Tradition.” He answered.
When I looked confused (because obviously I’d forgotten the question since he’d
studied every inch of my body as if he wanted to devour me). “I’m named after
my great grandfather. He was kind of a hero in my town.”
“Where are you from?”
“Jersey.”
What?
“Um, no. Try again.”
“What do you mean?” he asked
with a chuckle.
“I’m from the states, pal. I
know when someone’s from Joi-zee and when they’re not. And you clearly are not.
Where are you really from?”
He threw his beautiful head
back in laughter, that dimple once again making a grand entrance on his cheek.
Something twitched in my belly—desire, I think. Until I realized he was
laughing at me.
“And you call yourself a tour
guide? The island of Jersey…one of the Channel Islands…” His voice trailed off
as he leaned his forehead in my direction. If he could read my mind, this is
what it would say:
I.
Am.
A.
Dumbass.
You know those moments when
you really just want to crawl in a hole and forget your poor excuse for a life?
Yeah, this was one of those moments. I could never get that moment back. I
could never convince this gorgeous man that I was not only aware of the Channel
Islands, but had probably been to one or two of them as a child. I just wanted
to slink back to the tour bus and hide behind the seats. So not like me. I
didn’t let men get under my skin. Hell, I got under their skin. Who was this
guy?
“Uh--Of course,” I said,
stumbling on my words. “I was just kidding.”
Just then, I was saved by
another member of the tour. A mousy brain haired American girl named Becca.
“Excuse me, Auden. Anabelle
needs you.”
Thank God.
“I’d better, um…go,” I said.
“Until we meet again,” he
said with a chuckle.
Not if I can help it. The
next three weeks would be agony if I had to dodge that gorgeous man every time
our bus made a stop. Lord, beer me strength.
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I have always been fascinated with books----ever since I was a little girl sitting in front of my record player, following along with my huge 12x12 storybooks.
I love books---everything about them. I love reading them, being surrounded by them in bookstores and libraries, and most recently, writing some of my own.
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