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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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.
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?
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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.
THE 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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THE AUTHOR:
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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