Generational differences have little meaning when all you need is a good friend.
Forty-seven-year-old Grace is a meticulous planner. Her chaotic childhood with an uninvolved mother and enabling father drives her need to plan and control not only her life but those closest to her.
What Grace doesn’t see coming is husband David asking for a divorce during their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary dinner… after she announces her gift of a month’s vacation in Paris.
Eighteen-year-old Audrey is coming to the end of a chaotic childhood with an alcoholic mother and dreams of being on her own in Paris.
She’ll no longer have to hide her mother’s problem from the world, make excuses for her absence, or take care of her during drunken binges.
These two women meet in Paris when Audrey becomes Grace’s shero, and a bond forms that centers on the used bookstore where the non-French-speaking Audrey has taken a job for the summer, which is the same bookstore of Grace’s grandmother’s youth.
The friendship begins with both women trying hard not to act their age.
Still reeling from the abrupt end of her marriage, Grace has little or no direction and though Audrey reminds her of her own daughter, she’s determined not to mother her.
Audrey never received attention, love or concern from her mother and rebels to keep from getting close to Grace.
They both fail—LOL!—and the support and empowerment they receive from each other forever changes their lives.
Audrey’s had to be the “adult” in her family most of her life and watching her come to terms with someone caring about her and looking out for her best interest was emotional.
Grace’s transformation was more of an awakening.
Once worried what her small Connecticut town would think of her after her husband left her for a woman half her age, Grace finally realizes it doesn’t matter. He was the cheater, not her.
I cheered for her when he offered to take the Paris vacation she’d planned for them off her hands so he could take his new woman. Seriously? Who does that? Though her heart wasn’t in it, I was glad Grace went to Paris alone.
Bolstered by Audrey, Grace makes changes instead of plans and gets her self-confidence back.
One of my favorite parts:
“Here in Paris, she was New Grace. She liked being New Grace. New Grace didn’t feel intimidated about walking around Paris alone. New Grace was happy not to plan every second of her day. New Grace occasionally left shoes on the floor where she kicked them off, and tonight New Grace was on a date with a man.
New Grace had punched Old Grace on the jaw and knocked her unconscious.”
This is one of the defining moments where Grace knows she will be okay.
With supporting characters Mimi, Tony, Etienne, Elodie, and even Phillipe, it’s shaping up to be a memorable summer for Audrey and Grace, but a plot twist and personal emergencies will force them to make decisions… and show the true depth of their friendship.
Besides allowing Grace to see her grandmother’s true self, Mimi’s story wrapped up decades-old loose ends and opened new doors. Nice plot twist.
I loved everything about this well-written journey, except for the ending.
I’m sure I’m in the minority on this, and with a nod to forgiveness and making amends, the ending felt like a disservice to Grace and invalidated the progress she’d made in self-growth in only a month. Her obsession with order and planning is what helped hold her together after a dysfunctional childhood and to have it used against her by David simply because he was too much of a wimp to own his issues felt cruel. It also felt somewhat reboundish from Phillipe [because of his personal outlook on life], and leaving her only one direction to go, instead of bracing for the world at her feet. I had no fault with Phillipe but there aren’t enough dump trunks to hold the contempt I have for David.
That being said, I still enjoyed Audrey and Grace’s story and am sure other readers will too, and I do sincerely recommend it.
To celebrate their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, Grace has planned the surprise of a lifetime for her husband—a romantic getaway to Paris. But she never expected he’d have a surprise of his own: he wants a divorce. Reeling from the shock but refusing to be broken, a devastated Grace makes the bold decision to go to Paris alone.
Audrey, a young woman from London, has left behind a heartache of her own when she arrives in Paris. A job in a bookshop is her ticket to freedom, but with no money and no knowledge of the French language, suddenly a summer spent wandering the cobbled streets alone seems much more likely…until she meets Grace, and everything changes.
Grace can’t believe how daring Audrey is. Audrey can’t believe how cautious newly single Grace is. Living in neighboring apartments above the bookshop, this unlikely pair offer each other just what they’ve both been missing. They came to Paris to find themselves, but finding this unbreakable friendship might be the best thing that’s ever happened to them…
I met Luna Marshall when I was seventeen. She was a force of nature that I wasn’t ready for. She was gravity and I was caught in her pull— Powerless while she held me in a world I was desperate to escape.
They say you never forget your first love. I believe they’re right. I’ll always remember the sound of her laughter. The way she whispered my name when I touched her, and the taste of her on my lips. I’ll remember everything.
Including the look of pain as I walked away.
Luna Marshall. The girl haunts me. Has for years. I watch as she stands over by the football bleachers laughing with her friends. Her voice is fucking… musical. It’s soft and sweet and it has a melody in it that somehow brings me peace. We’re complete opposites. She comes from one of the wealthiest families in Stone Lake. Her dad drives a fucking Caddy and her mom has a Lexus SUV. Her clothes are designer and last month she was voted homecoming queen. Krissy Hanes was pissed because she thought the title belonged to her. Normally seniors are always the queen, but Stone Lake allows juniors to run too. Luna is that popular. Way out of my fucking league. She is destined to marry the football quarterback or some shit. It’s a small town and that’s the way these things go. Except, Luna doesn’t date. She’s been asked out a lot. She’s been asked out by the football jock, the captain of the debate team, the basketball jock, the swim team—the entire male swim team. She’s been asked out and turned them all down. She’s developed the nickname Icebox. The entire male population of our school jokes that if you can ever get your dick inside of her that she’ll freeze it off. They’re idiots. I don’t get that from her at all. I think she could burn you alive with her fire and there’s a big part of me that craves that heat, wants to tempt fate and take it from her. She’s got long golden blonde hair—the complete opposite of what you would think given her name. It falls in these soft waves all the way down—the tips resting on the small of her back. Her eyes are green with flecks of brown in them and they sparkle when she laughs. Her lips are full and thick and I’d be a lying mo-fo if I said I didn’t fantasize about having them wrapped around my cock. I’m seventeen. It’s a given that sex is pretty much all I think about and for me… sex is all about Luna Marshall. It’s just my bad luck that it’s the same for every damned male in our high school. Even my own brother. Atticus is standing near her even now. Sniffing around her, desperate for her attention and she gives it to him—at least more than she has any other male. Maybe that’s the one reason I haven’t made my move with her. The thing is, when she touches Atticus—like she’s doing right now—it’s not sexual, it’s not any different than she does with her friend Jules. Jules is hot too—also blonde and a rocking body—but, not in the same league as Luna. Not even close. Still, she laughs and talks with Atticus but there’s no sexual vibe there at all, at least coming from her. I know without a shadow of a doubt he’s got his eye on her. Atticus and I have our own problems, which is fucked. When you have a family like we do, it’d be good to be close, to rely on one another. We don’t. Our mother hit the road when I was eight and Atticus was seven. My father is a bastard who holds down a day job—although a shitty one—and then comes home and burns his gut with whiskey every night. By the time he’s done he barely knows his own name, let alone ours. I’m a junior in high school. I failed my freshman year and had to repeat it. I’m barely passing now. I hate school and Stone Lake, for that matter. I have plans to get out of this hellhole the minute I graduate. I’m doing it and not looking back. I have nothing holding me here, not even my brother. I wish we were close, but that’s not going to happen. He blames me for the way our father is. I blame our mother and that pisses him off even more. Atticus and I are night and day and I don’t see that ever changing. It’s Friday and I haven’t spoken to him all week. I don’t figure that will change either. Family means nothing. It’s not blood that binds you to someone. I don’t know much, but I’m smart enough to know it’s not blood. My father’s blood is running through my veins, for that matter, so is my mother’s. That definitely didn’t bind them to me in any lasting way. Not one damn bit. I’m getting out of here and I’m leaving Stone Lake completely behind. When I do, I’ll have no regrets… Except maybe that I didn’t get a taste of Luna Marshall before I left. Then again, that’s probably a good thing. For both of us.
A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.
She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.
She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.
When Jess and Rupert parted ways, it was the end of a great love story that might have been. Now ten years later, the very different paths they have taken in life will bring them back together for a chance meeting.
But with so much left unsaid about the break up neither ever recovered from and with each keeping their own devastating secrets, will they finally be able to make the fractured pieces of their love for one another whole again?
The Pieces of You and Me is set in three different places, Cambridge, Highgate (in North London) and York.
To celebrate the release of my new book I’m taking a look at Cambridge and, more specifically, Trinity College where Rupert – the hero of the novel – studied (the eagle eyed reader will know that Trinity also featured in my first novel The Many Colours of Us).
Trinity is the largest college at Cambridge university with around 600 undergraduates, 300 graduates and 180 fellows. It was founded in 1546 by Henry VIII
Trinity alumni include 6 prime ministers and Prince Charles, who got a rather poor degree from the college in 1970. Rumour has it that his bodyguard, who had to attend all the lectures and seminars with him, sat the exams and got much better marks, but sadly as he was not officially enrolled in the university he couldn’t be awarded his degree.
One of Trinity’s most famous alumni is Isaac Newton who discovered gravity. In Trinity New Court (a square of grass to the south of the college) there is a large tree that more gullible tourists are told is the tree that helped Newton make his great discovery when an apple fell from it. However, the tree at Trinity is a chestnut! The actual apple tree was at Woolsthorpe Manor near Grantham where it still produces apples!
Notorious Romantic poet Lord Byron was at Trinity in the early 1800s where, legend has it, he kept a bear in his rooms in an attempt to flout the rule that banned students from keeping dogs in their rooms.
In 1851, students from Trinity College formed The Ghost Club, which described itself as a: ‘a society for the investigation of ghosts and all supernatural appearances and superstitions’. Charles Dickens and Siegfried Sassoon were both supposedly involved. Members believed that by joining they remained a ghost in the afterlife; they even addressed one another as ‘brother ghost’. Rather bizarrely The Ghost Club still exists!
Rachel Burton is the author of the international ebook bestseller The Many Colours of Us.
Rachel spent most of her life between Cambridge and London but now lives in Yorkshire with her fiancé and their three cats. The main loves of her life are The Beatles and very tall romantic heroes.
Find her on Twitter & Instagram as @bookish_yogi or follow her blog. She is always happy to talk books, writing, music, cats and how the weather in Yorkshire is rubbish. She is mostly dreaming of her next holiday….
Psychologist Dr. Zoe Broussard has always been a no-nonsense, play by the rules woman until she meets her new client. From the moment the impossibly gorgeous Michael Carson walks into her office, she finds herself dangerously drawn to him and irrevocably hooked.
Michael is an NFL quarterback with a multimillion-dollar contract and a penchant for breaking hearts. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he’s determined to tempt his hot new therapist into exploring the obvious passion between them. Even though there’s another man in her life.
Can Zoe resist Michael’s charms and her growing feelings for him? More importantly, is she willing to risk everything for a man who may not be there tomorrow?
GAME TIME (BOOK TWO)
Was love worth the risk?
After making the decision to take a chance on love with sexy NFL player, Michael Carson, Dr. Zoe Broussard is more than thrilled to be the lady on his arm. She has always been independent with self-confidence, but soon discovers that the lifestyle of a superstar athlete may be more than she bargained for.
Michael is determined to prove to the beautiful and headstrong Zoe that he was worth the risk and loves only her. As his world becomes hers and obstacles are thrown in their path, he begins to doubt if he is truly the man she deserves. Now that they’re officially a couple, can Zoe adjust to losing her career as she has known it? Will their love survive, especially when a person from Michael’s past resurfaces and tensions strain their relationship?
GAME CHANGER (BOOK THREE)
Is their love strong enough?
From the moment NFL Superstar Michael Carson walked into Dr. Zoe Broussard’s office, Zoe’s life has never been the same. Now that Michael and the Gators have won the Super Bowl and he openly professed his love for her to the world, Zoe is in the spotlight more than ever. As she adjusts to the newfound attention, practicing psychology again, and most importantly her new roles of wife and mother, she finds herself in the familiar struggle of maintaining her identity.
Michael could not be happier with being at the top of his game on and off the field. He remains steadfast in his love for Zoe and ready to take on the challenges of fatherhood, when he receives disturbing news. In this game of life, is their love strong enough to overcome any obstacles—even sabotage at the hands of someone else?
I stepped out of my office into the lobby as Michael got off the elevator. He walked toward me, angry as hell. “How come you didn’t tell me that you were recommending I see another therapist? I trusted you!”
“We explained everything to your management and team rep. They said it was fine that you will be meeting with my partner instead of me. I can’t be objective after what happened yesterday, and this is an important year for you. You need the best person for the job and I’m definitely not it.” I continued to walk toward the elevator.
“I don’t want to hear that bull!” He stopped and grabbed my arm. “You should have told me you didn’t want to see me again.”
“It’s not like that. I just felt you needed someone more qualified than me to help you get through this year. I’m used to rookies, and you are far from a rookie.”
“But what about what I feel I need? I’m not a rookie, so I know what I need, and it’s you.” He looked down at me, speaking with desperation in his voice. “I need you. I don’t want anyone else.”
I almost relented, but even then, the guilt of wanting him to kiss me ate at me. “It’s too late. We already spoke with your team.” I tried to walk away again.
He moved his rigid body in my path. “The hell it is. Whatever you need me to do to make this work, I’ll do it.” We were making a scene and drawing a small crowd. He seemed oblivious that people were looking and possibly even recording us.
I impulsively grabbed his hand, unlocked the office, and pulled him past the reception area to my office. I opened my door and walked inside. Before I could say a word, he closed the door and roughly pushed me against it, kissing me desperately.
At first, I was in shock and didn’t move as his mouth stroked over mine. Then he softly used his tongue, which sent a feverish heat through my veins. I responded, and his hands began exploring my body as he pressed against me.
When his hardness wedged against my stomach, I pushed him lightly and surprisingly, he didn’t resist and stopped kissing me. “I’m sorry.” He rested his forehead against mine.
I looked at him and whispered, “This is why I can’t be your therapist. I can’t resist you.”
“I would rather you work with me than lose you, so I won’t kiss you again. You are so beautiful. When you grabbed my hand and brought me in here…” He shook his head. “That was some sexy shit and I couldn’t stop myself.”
I watched him, not sure what to say.
He stared at my lips, only inches from his. “Like I said, I won’t kiss you again, if you don’t want me to.”
God knows, I really wanted him to do so much more. And when I bit my lip, with no response, he groaned and pushed my legs apart with his knee. He picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and set me on my desk. He kissed me again, and this time I didn’t fight my attraction. His strong arms closed around me and I melted. Between kisses, he asked, “Can you feel how much I want you?”
ABOUT TIYE LOVE
TIYE LOVE recalled reading romance ever since she was a young child and would sneak and read the Western love stories her grandmother kept on her bedside table. Although she didn’t understand half of the words she read at the time, something about those books captured her attention. As she grew older, her love of romance expanded to other genres, and she became a fan of anything remotely related to reading and books, such as libraries, bookstores, and the coffeeshop around the corner. She loves to travel and has lived in several cities, including New Orleans, Washington D.C., and Houston, and finds inspiration for her stories from every place she has had the fortune to visit or inhabit. When Tiye is not obsessed with her latest characters, she spends time with herself, family, and friends doing whatever she can to create her best life possible.
I’ve had my eyes set on her for months. The gorgeous brunette captured my attention when I first saw her and stole my heart when I met her.
Making it in the music industry has taken its toll on me, chipping away at my confidence and patience. The one thing that keeps me going is having Reese by my side. I’m determined to show her how good we can be together, even if she continues to pretend there’s nothing between us.
One night changes everything, giving me the only thing I’d want more than a career in country music—her.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” she winks and orders a martini. “Do you want a beer?” She turns to look my way while the bartender waits.
“I’m going with whiskey tonight.” Reese raises her eyebrows, and I chuckle. “Need something stronger than beer if I’m going to be standing next to you in that dress all night, darlin’.” The bartender bites down her smile, watching our exchange before making our drinks.
“Dex,” she warns.
“Yeah, I know.” I raise my arms, palms facing her. “Just friends.”
“Yeah,” she sighs and grabs her martini. Once I have my drink, Reese links her arm with mine, and we make rounds. “Isn’t this amazing? One day you’ll have an event like this, I just know it.” Her encouragement is welcomed at a time like this when I feel like I may never get to this point in my career.
“Yeah, maybe.” I don’t miss the defeat in my voice.
“Hey,” she stops walking, pulling me to her by the arm she’s holding. “You’re really good. One of the best I’ve heard in a long time, and I don’t just say that because you’re one of my best friends. I mean it. I’ve been surrounded in this industry since my brother was playing in Riot, just like you. I know how hard it is, I’ve met musicians in the past. Your voice is unique.”
“Thanks, Reese.” I lift a shoulder, wanting to drop the subject in a public place.
“I mean it, Dex.” I nod in silence and look away, pretending to take in the atmosphere.
The live music starts, singers congratulating Rebel Desire as they perform a couple of songs. The fans go wild for all the talent spending their evening with us.
“Dance with me,” I grab Reese’s empty glass and place it on the bar. Everyone else around us is dancing to the music, so there’s no excuse that people will talk or get the wrong idea.
Just when I think she’s going to refuse, she puts her arm around me and begins to sway to the soft music. For a minute, all is right in the world. The worries of making it in this industry, the envy of not having the success others do, it all fades away the second Reese wraps her arms around me and moves to the beat.
I may have fucked around a lot in my life, but after meeting Reese and spending time with her, I’m sure I’d never want anyone else but her. If only I can make her see how good we’d be together.
I remember the first time I saw her, weeks before I actually met her. She was at Riot, laughing and drinking with friends. Her laugh reached me through the crowd, drawing my attention to her. Her confidence danced to the rhythm of the song I was performing. After that, she’d come in on her own some nights, and I’d watch her while I sang songs she could’ve inspired.
Women like Reese, hell, there are no other women like Reese. She’s in a league of her own—gorgeous, funny, and independent.
Fabiola Francisco is a contemporary romance author from South Florida. Writing as been a part of her life since she was a teenager. Even at that age, she dreamed of happy endings with emotional twists. Her novels include Perfectly Imperfect, The Restoring Series, Sweet on You Duet, and Red Lights, Black Hearts.
Her passion for books and writing has inspired her to write her own stories. She writes novels readers could relate to and grow with. She’s currently working on writing more stories that connect with readers on a deeper.
Fabiola also loves expressing herself through art and spending time in nature. In her spare time, she loves to cuddle with a good book and a glass of wine.
Taylor Love is a new author who calls Michigan her home. An avid reader since she was a young girl, she gained a love of writing as well. She loves to read a variety of genres and hopes over time to expand her writing among several of them. She is a lover of learning a “little bit” about many things. She hopes her imagination brings her readers a few hours of enjoyment!
My goal is to tell interesting contemporary, realistic (to a degree who doesn’t love a little “make believe”) and modern romance stories for African American’s around the world.
Thank you for spending a little time with us here on the blog today, Taylor!
You’re from my adopted home-state, Michigan. Are you a native Michigander?
I am. I was born and grew up in Southwest Michigan and moved to Southeast Michigan for college and stayed!
Married with children, pets, or annoying roommates?
I have two cats that I show on my various Social Media from time to time. Ruby & Reghan, I call them my R&R.
Are you self-published, traditional, or hybrid?
I am self-published finally!! I have no wish to go traditional for publishing. However, I’m open to agents to shop my books around for movies and network Series etc.
I feel the same way. People are always in shock when I say I don’t send out queries.
How long have you been a writer?
Well, let’s see I won a young Authors award when I was in kindergarten. After I started writing poetry and stories in about the 8th grade and through college. Started fanfiction series that were as long as several novels after college and continued that for more than a decade. I finally became an Author Jan 2018.
Alright! Another fanfic writer. I enjoyed by fanfic days too!
Are you a full-time writer or do you also work outside the home?
My goal is to be a full time writer. It’s what I’ve been missing forever–to be happy with a career choice.
What’s your favorite genre to write or do you only write in one genre?
Well I’m early in my writing career but I already have almost 30 books titled and bare outlines for them. They range from Romance, Erotica, Horror, Suspense, Drama, Urban and probably a few more categories. Right now I’m focused on my Contemporary Romance, but have already branched out into Erotic Romance with my Shorts.
How would you describe your current writing?
With my Contemporary Romance, my goal is to write stories mainly with both MC’s being African American, and showing positive, modern, adult, sexy love stories. My books focus on the building of a new, healthy relationships of the two, the romance of it all and how to “overall” deal with problems in a low drama and mature way. I want to show AA women and AA men what positive relationships can look like and that WE can have and deserve ROMANTIC tales in our books and real life. I also aim to make using condoms a normal practice of sex in romances, as they need to be in real life for all women and men.
What’s your favorite genre to read? Favorite author?
1-Romance (variety of sub-genres) 2-Horror and 3-Crime/Murder. Fav author is Stephen King due to The Talisman being my all-time favorite book. I’ve been an avid reader of a wide range of genres since I was ten years old. That includes Shakespeare, King, Nora Roberts, Dean Knootz, James Patterson, as well as the more usually kid series. Like Hardy Boys (wasn’t that found of Nancy Drew) Babysitters Club etc. I LOVED Christopher Pike, he does not get enough credit and I would love to see his stuff turned into great teen/young adult paranormal/suspense movies.
What are you reading now?
About to start Baby Teeth with a friend and just finished Voices of Christmas: A Collection.
Totally addicted to social media or could you live without it??
Since I’ve become an author I’m starting to move towards “can live without it” or wishing I could. It’s such a time waster and I see that now as I’m not getting writing done. Yet it’s hard to untrain yourself from it. I still wake up looking at the sites before I even leave bed.
You have a new release, tell us about it. Who’s your favorite character?
I do! Feb 22, 2019 marked the release of my third full novel. The beginning of my 2nd Trilogy called Vacation Love Series. “Crashing in On Love”. My favorite character is Boa. LOL. And folks will just have to read to see who that is.
Please share an excerpt with us!
He was funny and interesting so that was an extra benefit too. Telling amusing stories when they were in groups, being easy going and quick to smile. Then again who wouldn’t with those perfect teeth? She really wanted to ask him who his dentist was. When that Alice in wonderland thought ran through her head she cut off the drinks. It was about an hour after that when she pulled him to the side, announcing she was about to turn in for the night.
“Awe, come on. It’s only going on eleven!” Ben said his arm around her shoulders.
“I know but I’m not as young as I look.”
“Since you brought it up…how old are you?” Ben had wanted to ask all evening. With black women you never knew, they aged slowly like fine wine. While he knew she was grown enough, he really had enjoyed her company and wanted to know more about her.
“I’m none of your business old. Now you know better than to ask a lady’s age.” Tamara said giving him the side-eye while grinning.
“Hey can’t blame a man for trying. Whatever age you are, you are fine.”
“I guess not and thank you. I’m just ready to turn in, it was a long day and all that partying was unexpected.”
She didn’t mention she had to fly out tomorrow at seven am, which meant she needed to leave the around four-thirty. None of that was his business either.
“Fine, let me walk you back to your room.”
“Are you staying at this resort too?”
“Yeah.” Ben asked a little confused. “What did you think? That I not only crashed a wedding but a whole resort?”
“Don’t look at me like it’s impossible. I’m sure folks do it. Plus a lot of these places have sister resorts or sometimes even day passes for outside folks. Not to mention one small crime often leads to bigger ones.” She teased.
He laughed shaking his head. “Come on, a little trespassing isn’t like doing drugs. It’s not a gateway crime.”
They were slowly walking up the beach and towards the path that led back to the buildings.
Tamara shrugged. “I beg to differ. Trespassing leads to voyeurism. Voyeurism leads to breaking and entering, which leads to theft or kidnapping.”
“Yeah…okay. What do you do for a living again? Are you a cop?”
“I didn’t say. And no I’m not a cop, I’m a lawyer.”
“Ahh, okay makes sense. Let me guess a criminal lawyer.” Ben lightly twirled a lock of her long straight hair around his finger.
Smiling Tamara just shook her head. When she told men what she did for a living they immediately thought she was jaded. They were right of course, but she was enjoying their energy and didn’t want to ruin it. With that in mind she deflected his question with one of her own.
“Maybe you’re the cop? You ask a lot of questions.”
“Can’t a guy be curious? You are a beautiful mysterious woman.”
“Laying it on thick don’t you think?” They had made it to one of the many pathways that lead through the buildings to reach the rooms.
“Nope.” He stopped them briefly so they could face each other. “Tell me counselor which part was a lie? That you’re mysterious or that you’re beautiful?”
Tamara actually found her cheeks heating, and was thankful for the darkness. It had been a long time since a man looked at her so intently and complimented her so sincerely.
“Well, since beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess you right on both points.”
Ben didn’t respond. Figuring now was his chance, he leaned forward. Going for the kiss he’d wanted to take all night. Damned if a loud group of friends didn’t come around the corner just then. He saw her eyes widen to alertness and knew the moment was over.
Clearly his throat he nudged her into a walk again, trailing much more slowly behind the interrupting group. They walked pass a pool area and into another hall when he realized they were at his door.
“This is actually my room right here.”
“Oh.” Tamara didn’t know what else to say. She was still reeling from that “almost” kiss. What had she been thinking? She didn’t know this man! Yet she had been more than ready to welcome his lips on hers.
“I can still walk you to your room or at least your building.” Ben said interrupting her thoughts.
“That would be silly.” She’d never planned to let him get to her building, much less her room. “Why can’t it be that I ended up walking you to your door?” Tamara challenged.
Ben held up his hands in surrender. “Hey that’s fine by me, I’m an enlightened man.” He smiled easily. “Thank you for a wonderful evening and making sure I got safely to my home.”
She couldn’t hold in a giggle but quickly got it together and played her role. “You are very welcome, it was a pleasure to spend time with you too. I enjoyed myself. Take care.” She went to leave when his next comment stopped her.
“Hey wait a minute. I feel cheated. Where’s my end of the night kiss?”
Tamara turned back, half amused and half annoyed he’d turned her own escape plan against her. The man did look good and sexy, standing by his door patiently waiting, his thick lips curved into a hopeful smile. She had wanted to see what he tasted like. It would be one tiny kiss to cap off her vacation. Deciding that it wouldn’t hurt anything she stepped back towards him.
What’s your next project or release?
Next project is the conclusion of my 1st Trilogy (SO EXCITED)! My 3rd and last book in the Instant Chemistry Series that launched my Author Career! Fingers crossed for April 2019.
Do you have any advice for new authors?
Yes, stop worrying about what others do (so much). Learn, listen and do basics, but don’t be afraid to create and be NOT LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE. That goes from your writing style, subject etc. The best books are those that many in power (another reason I love Indie) said no one would buy, it didn’t fit the genre or it was a sensitive niche topic. BE YOU. We don’t need more authors writing the same things.
Great advice, Taylor! Thanks for stopping by and we wish you much success with your new release!
Taylor’s newest book, Crashing in On Love (Vacation Love Series), released last week! D’l your copy today!
After crashing a wedding in Jamaica can two strangers find love?
Tamara Reed spends her days seeing the worst that love has to offer as a divorce lawyer. Yet she still finds herself drawn to weddings and a secret part of her heart still believes in love. Crashing a wedding while on a much needed vacation, finds her meeting a tempting man. He not only catches her attention but sets her blood on fire. After an intense night with him, she sneaks home to forget the vacation fling. That’s easier said than done, as memories keep her up at night and her vacation boo tracks her down. Is she ready to take a chance on love?
Benjamin Thompson went on vacation for a little work and a lot of relaxation. Who knew when he took a detour to watch a random wedding he’d get a chance to “play” as well. The woman he meets takes his breath away and knocks his socks off in the sheets. Barely exchanging any info before having the wildest sex of his life, he wakes up to find his sexy siren gone. Hooked after one taste, he tracks Tamara down only to find that she wants to keep their passionate night a onetime deal. As a successful Realtor, he’s accustomed to hard sells. But he’s determined to close this deal no matter what it takes.
Clarisse Jordan is a young single mother, who after the death of her fiancé, poured blood, sweat, and tears into her business, Honeydew Café, to provide for her children. A catering gig for successful and super sexy Dylan Price is the opportunity of a lifetime. But she quickly learns that Mr. Price is interested in more than her Southern cuisine. He has his sights set on her.
Dylan has been in love with Clarisse for years and would do anything to have her—even if it means forcing her into marriage. Lucky for him, the instant chemistry between them is hotter than a mid-summer day beneath the Georgia sun.
Yet Dylan is not completely honest with Clarisse, and when she learns the painful truth, will their love affair end? Or will they be able to find their way back to each other?
It’s only been a few years since I buried the love of my life. I hear the word marriage and it pulls me from my thoughts of Frost, and I pay close attention.
“I think that’ll be enough time to plan, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Clarisse, were you not listening to me this whole time?”
I shake my head, not caring that I give myself away. Shit, this whole situation is new for me. It’s not every day a girl gets a blackmail or a proposal—I need time to process.
“I said, we’ll marry at the end of the month. That gives enough time to plan.”
“If I knew I could get away with it, I’d marry you with the hour. I think four weeks is reasonable, and I’m not pushing the date out longer,” he says with finality.
I don’t even protest, really. What would be the point? He continues, noting his mother will arrive next week—maybe sooner—to help with the planning.
“You’ve already told her?” My eyes, I know, are wide as saucers.
“Of course not, but I know Delta Price, and when I tell her we’re getting married, she’ll be on the first thing smoking.”
“Are you going to tell her I was with Frost?”
His handsome features soften, and my heartbeats start to quicken with worry of what she’ll think of me, jumping from one friend to the other. Even if they lost touch, Dylan and Frost shared a bond of friendship. He must know what I’m thinking. “She already knows of you and the twins. She was at the funeral.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
“We won’t have time right after the wedding for a honeymoon. I have some business to wrap up in New York, so we’ll go there instead, me, you, and the kids. I’ll take you on a proper honeymoon after I finish my business.”
“What if my business won’t allow me the time off to travel to New York or wherever else?” I press my lips and raise an eyebrow, challenging him.
He only smiles and continues laying out the details.
“Honeydew will be our primary residence. I’ve always loved the place and having a family to share in my joy is what I want.”
“I sure hope it stays that way, because I am building a business, let’s not forget.” I can’t hold my tongue on this matter, and have no problem reminding him at every turn. The only reason I’m allowing him to force my hand is to keep my business and my kids’ home. I’m giving up my freedom, but not my independence.
“I want to kiss the fire right off those soft lips.” He licks his and smiles at me.
I’m equal parts pissed and equal parts aroused. Pissed, because he’s smiling as if I’m an adorable child throwing a fit, and aroused because…well that’s what Dylan Price does to me. I stand, needing to get away from him, because if I don’t, I will turn into a child throwing a fit.
I don’t make it far before being spun around, and my mouth devoured by Dylan. He holds my face captive between strong hands. Dylan tastes amazing. His lips are fast becoming addictive. I soften into him against my will. I want to rage and fight, but how can I when he smells and tastes so delicious?
Soft pulls on my lips end an extremely heated exchange. “Your business will always be important. Don’t forget that.” He takes a few more pulls from my mouth. “Let me give you something else to never forget.”
Peggy Jordan had long ago closed the door on her heart’s desires, accepting she would never have a loving husband and family of her own. Then a friend asks her to care for an orphaned little girl, and she meets the child’s last living relative. With him, her patience is tested, her desires are unleashed, and she gets the first taste of a life she’d always felt was out of reach.
Years ago, Trevor Duncan left Savannah and vowed never to return. He traveled to remote corners of the globe, helping people, and helping himself to countless women in emotionally-empty relationships. A phone call in the middle of the night changes his entire life. He has a niece who needs him, and when he meets the woman caring for her, he’s consumed with having her all to himself.
Their desire is strong. Their love is instant. But can they learn to trust each other and survive the road to happily-ever-after?
I’m passing the broom in my kitchen, attempting to clean up as much of the flour from my homemade pie crusts and pizza dough as I can. It’s another pizza and movie Saturday, and Trevor hasn’t come over with Adeline yet. I check the time again and it’s almost noon.
Clarisse’s nanny will be here around two with the twins for the play date. Adeline has been so excited for this day all week. Before they took off last night, she promised to go to sleep fast so morning could come quicker.
When Trevor wasn’t at my door bright and early with Adeline and a cup of Starbucks coffee, my first thought was to text him. Instead of, Are you still coming? I texted, Missing my morning cup of Joe. I have yet to receive a reply.
After putting away the broom and dust pan, I walk over to the work desk in the corner of my kitchen and grab my cell from the charger. I pull up Trevor’s number, ready to call, when a hard knock to the front door startles me. I power walk to the front entry and open the heavy wood door. Adeline rushes in and hugs my legs so tight, as if she didn’t just leave me last night. Her hair is all over her head, and she’s wearing rubber boots with her night clothes.
She looks a hot mess. I hold her face in my hands and lift it so I can see her expression. “Is everything okay?’
“No,” Trevor answers.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Water pipe broke sometime in the middle of the night.” He’s holding a cup of Starbucks coffee. I’m guessing he saw my text. I smile and take the cup. “We woke to water everywhere this morning. I’m thankful it only reached the top of the baseboards. Hate to think what could have happened if it touched the wall plugs in that old house.”
My blood runs cold and I feel lightheaded at the thought. I recall when I first laid eyes on that old house, I questioned Trevor’s logic. Here he is with enough money to purchase three of my houses with no discomfort, and he settles on renting a small, old house.
“‘It’s my first home. We don’t need much, and it’s temporary,’” he had told me, and I realized Trevor was no typical rich asshole.
I hold Adeline tight and move from in front the door. I’m squeezing her, repeatedly kissing her cheek, grateful to see her face. When I think I’ve composed myself, I pull back and ask her to head upstairs so she can cleanup and dress before her play date. She runs up the stairs to her room, and I rush into Trevor’s waiting arms.
I’m holding him a little awkward because of my coffee cup, but Trevor has me completely engulfed in a strong embrace. “What are you going to do?”
He takes a breath before answering. “I reserved a room at a hotel in town.”
“Why?” I give him a confused look. “You know you can stay here. Adeline has gone through so many changes. Her room is familiar, and we have a routine.” I smile before adding, “The two of you are here over ninety percent of the day anyway.”
Trevor gives me a smile and I pray he agrees. I make one more attempt at getting my way, but this next statement is equally as true as the last. “I’m so happy you and Adeline are safe. To even give the smallest of my energy to the thoughts of what could have happened… I want to lock you both away so you’re safe forever. Right now I need you to say yes, Trevor.”
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S. TAYLOR discovered a love of storytelling at the age of twelve. She would entertain her cousins with exciting adventures and tales of young love, which changed over the years from telling tales at sleepovers to writing several short stories. For S. Taylor writing remained a hobby until 2009 when she decide to share this love with others. She writes love at first sight romance novels full of passion, erotic moments, and emotional conflicts with a satisfying happily ever after ending. She is a Texas native, wife, and busy mother of five daughters. She spends her free time mediating sibling arguments, relaxing with yoga, and discovering new and tasty vegan dishes she enjoys cooking for her family.
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