Author Interview Lauren Sevier & Abbie Lynn Smith

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Author Interview

1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?

We sort of fell into this genre by accident. The first novel in this series, Guns & Smoke, started as a short story on a girls night. We both enjoy westerns and thought it would be fun to play into some of the tropes, but it molded and changed into the dystopian/western romance it is today. It blossomed from a single scene into a four-book series. Leather & Lace in particular was written as the direct sequel to the first novel. We had a lot of plotlines to continue and add as we build The Fool’s Adventure world.

2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a firstborn, middle or last child, and how does this shape your view of the world?

Abbie: I am the last child in my family. I have a unique perspective because my older siblings are five and seven years older than me, so a lot of times, I felt like an only child. I think that plays out in my characters, because I feel I’m responsible for taking care of the people that I love and making sure everyone is safe and happy.

Lauren: I’m the middle child… AKA: Chaos gremlin. I think being the middle child can feel a lot like you go unheard, or your voice doesn’t matter. So sometimes you have to scream, act out, cause a fuss, just to get a little attention… and usually, it ends up being negative attention. I think as I’ve grown and matured, realizing how I felt like I was shouting into a void at times… it’s made me a much better listener and very intuitive. So I pay a lot of attention to details. The things people say, and the things they don’t.

3. Where is your favorite place to write?

Abbie: I enjoy writing in my office at my standup desk while I’m walking. There’s something really great about the endorphins that come while one is being both physically and mentally active.

Lauren: Ha! I’m not that healthy. Or that blessed with time. I have a wild and wonderful four-year-old boy who keeps me on my toes. So, I write whenever, wherever, and for however long I can. I like to take my bluetooth keyboard and write on my phone while I’m in the carpool line to pick him up from school. In my office when I have free time. Or lazing in bed, all by myself, in the blissful silence.

4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?

Abbie: NOOOO! Let me keeps them all. *wraps them in bubblewrap* I do acknowledge at times there is a necessity to kill my darlings, but I usually wait until the most impactful time and make sure that their death(s) impact those left behind.

Lauren: I try to kill them all. And Abbie threatens to disown me. Her bubblewrap is strong people. Please be glad she’s got a chokehold on me or you would all be sobbing into the pages as we speak. LOL!

5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?

Abbie: Sarah J Maas. Give me the Nesta/Cassian/Azriel scene your publishers made you cut!

Lauren: Leigh Bardugo. Can you make Kaz Brekker real for me please? (No, seriously, I love Kaz Brekker. He’s maybe my favorite sociopathic evil genius of all time.)

6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.
Abbie: I’m double jointed and my bones crack like rice krispies. 🙂

Lauren: Uhhhh… Way to make me work for it. I’m a pretty open book. Good. Bad. Ugly. There’s just no mystery to me. It’s all out there. Ummmm… I’m allergic to strawberries, but I didn’t used to be when I was little so sometimes I wake up crying after dreaming about eating homemade strawberry ice cream??

7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?
Abbie: a satellite phone, a life vest. and snacks. Because I am not staying on that deserted island!

Lauren: A lifetime supply of pina coladas, sunscreen, and a secret library full of REALLY good books. I’m on that island for a well-deserved life of relaxation.

8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be?
Abbie: Teleportation. I’ve always wanted to travel the world, but that can get quite expensive. I’d save so much in flights if only I could blink and be somewhere else!

Lauren: Time Manipulation. I need like four more hours in the day so if I could just… accidentally steal a time-turner from the Ministry of Magic or be able to manipulate time… I’d be set.

9. Favorite snack?

Abbie: Chocolate, all of the chocolate!

Lauren: Boiled peanuts or chips and salsa. I’m not a big fan of sweets as a snack.

10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit?

Abbie: I usually go enough above the speed limit to avoid a ticket–unless it’s rush hour and I’m on the highway, then all bets are off!

Lauren: I FEEL THE NEED FOR SPEED! Ask Abbie. I live like my life is a nascar race. Or well, I used to in my younger days. Now I have a kiddo and have grown up and learned to live responsibly. Dangit.

Leather & Lace

by Lauren Sevier & A. Smith


GENRE:   Dystopian/Western Romance



Three years wandering the desert is enough to drive anyone insane, and the limits of Bonnie and Jesse’s minds and hearts will be put to the ultimate test.

A deadly showdown with a murderous outlaw ripped Bonnie away from the relative peace and ragtag family she’d built at the end of Guns & Smoke. In the thrilling next chapter in The Fool’s Adventure series, we finally get the answer to the biggest question: What happened to Bonnie?

After three years of fighting to get her back, literally, Jesse James finds her in the most unlikely of places– New Orleans high society. With the help of his rival-turned-friend Will Ellis, and a sassy staff member, Jesse’s tasked with infiltrating the house of the man he believes was responsible for killing his parents in order to get her back. Jesse’s biggest challenge yet will be learning to fight for Bonnie in a way he never expected before: by fitting in.

Mired in high society politics and scheming, Bonnie is at the epicenter of one of the most ruthless gangs in the world. Years trapped in a gilded cage of wealth and lies has irrevocably changed her from a crass outlaw into a southern debutante. Gone is the dangerous glint in her eyes, replaced with suspicion when the devilishly handsome street fighter named Montana suddenly joins her father’s staff.

Can Jesse remind Bonnie of who she really is in time to keep her from giving her heart and hand away or will he discover that the wild, beautiful outlaw he fell in love with is truly gone?



Staring at her now, knowing that I’d desperately fallen for her all over again sent a stark jolt through me. This feeling between us wasn’t some average infatuation. Most people could live a lifetime and never experience the raging, all-consuming need to be close to another person, no matter whether you knew why.

My soul called out, and hers answered.

Everything that I’d lost three years ago was suddenly before me. In the span of a breath, I closed the distance. I clutched her hips, a smile curling over my lips at the little gasp she let out as her back met the steel door and my mouth covered hers. I reached behind her, flicking the lock. Too many times we’d been interrupted. I’d be damned if I let it happen now. Not when she loved me again.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lauren Sevier and A. Smith are longtime friends and co-authors from southern Louisiana. Guns and Smoke, their first joint publication, began as a “short” story after having too much wine on girl’s night. Nine years later it is now the first novel in a Dystopian/Western Romance series. The duo has plans to publish several series together in the future. A. Smith spends her time with her two rescue dogs and rescue cat surrounding herself with books and Labyrinth paraphernalia. Lauren Sevier collects antique tea cups and tries to stay sane, though as the mother of a toddler she fails brilliantly most days. She also has a growing collection of crowns and tiaras and likes to act silly on Tiktok. Look for more thrilling novels from The Fools Adventure series in the future!


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Author Interview Meg Benjamin: The Pepper Peach Murder

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Author Interview

1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?

I enjoy reading mysteries by women authors (they really are different from those written by men), and I particularly enjoy cozies. I like the fact that along with the chills, cozies usually have humor and, sometimes, romance. I wanted to try writing a cozy myself, but one that had some romantic elements since I’m a romance writer, too.

2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a firstborn, middle or last child, and how does this shape your view of the world?

I’m the youngest of two, and I suppose it gave me the need to excel. My older brother was a real striver, and I wanted to be in his league. Both of us write, but he’s more into YA.

3. Where is your favorite place to write?.

My study is on the upper floor of our house, so I can look out at all the backyards on our block. It’s warm and sunny, full of books and Post-Its, with room for a cat at my feet beneath the desk.

4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?

I used to be a writing teacher, and one of the things I’ve absolutely learned is that your first draft is never your last draft. I even have an editing draft where I go through and eliminate words that I repeat too much (soul-destroying, believe me). It doesn’t usually hurt to cut stuff, but if I think I might actually use the material I’m cutting sometime in the future, which happens, I save it as a separate file.

5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?

I would love to have met the late Jane Haddam, one of my favorite mystery authors. And if I did, I’d probably ask her why she took so many books to get Gregor Demarkian, her hero, to understand he was in love with Bennis Hannaford.

6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.

I love Americana music. One of the things I miss about living in Texas is being able to drive an hour up the road and listen to Joe Ely at Gruene Hall.

7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?

My Kindle, first of all, with charger. And probably a wifi hotspot so that I could keep downloading books. And a pillow, because leaning against a palm tree to read would most likely be uncomfortable.

8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be?

Probably the power to not worry about what other people think. That’s a real super power, believe me.

9. Favorite snack?

Popcorn. I prefer the hulless type.

10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit?

I’m the map type. I need to know where I’m going and how to get there.

The Pepper Peach Murder

by Meg Benjamin


GENRE:   Cozy Mystery



Roxy Constantine is the jam queen of Shavano, Colorado, and she’s fine with it. Not that things couldn’t be better. Her social life is a bust, and she’s still recovering from a bad experience as a line cook in Denver. But things are looking up when she meets local chef Nate Robicheaux. Roxy would like to get closer to Nate, but she’s fending off the unwanted attentions of another local, Brett Holmes, who won’t take no for an answer. When Brett threatens to derail Roxy’s appearance on a national cooking show, the two have a very public fight. A few days later, Brett is found murdered in his restaurant kitchen, and suddenly Roxy’s a prime suspect. Now Roxy, Nate, and her other friends must find out the truth about Brett’s background and his murderer before the town of Shavano decides Roxy’s reign as jam queen is over for good.



It would be better for him to hear it from you than to discover it on his own.

Nate’s voice still echoed in my ears. For a moment, I wished I’d asked him to come with me. But I had to face this on my own. It was my disaster, after all.

I climbed up the stairs to the front door, pausing for a moment to check the directory on the wall inside. The chief’s office was on the first floor, right down the hall. Once I turned in that direction, there’d be no going back. I’d be committed to confessing.

I walked down the corridor, feeling like I was going to the executioner’s block.

There was a receptionist for the chief’s office along with the county attorney and the sheriff. I didn’t recognize her, which was just as well. This visit wasn’t something I wanted shared on social media.

She looked up expectantly. “Yes?”

“I need to see Chief Fowler.” I was amazed that my voice was steady.

“Do you have an appointment?”

I shook my head. “He’ll want to talk to me. Tell him it’s Roxy Constantine.”

The receptionist picked up her phone and dialed a number, turning away from me as she spoke.

Of course, I wasn’t absolutely sure Fowler would want to see me. Maybe he’d be too busy. Maybe he wasn’t interested. Maybe…

The receptionist glanced up at me. “Go on in. He’ll see you now.”

So much for hope. I opened the office door and stepped inside.

Fowler was sitting at his utilitarian, city-issued desk. He gazed up at me with that same unsmiling, inscrutable look he always seemed to wear. I wondered if he ever smiled. Probably not at people like me, people he suspected of murder.

I cleared my throat. “I have some things to tell you.”

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit down, Ms. Constantine. I’ve been expecting you.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Meg Benjamin is an award-winning author of romance. Meg’s Konigsburg series is set in the Texas Hill Country and her Salt Box and Brewing Love trilogies are set in the Colorado Rockies (all are available from Entangled Publishing). Her new cozy mystery series, Luscious Delights from Wild Rose Press, concerns a jam-making sleuth based in the mythical small town of Shavano, Colorado. Along with contemporary romance, Meg is also the author of the paranormal Ramos Family trilogy from Berkley InterMix and the Folk trilogy from Soul Mate. Meg’s books have won numerous awards, including an EPIC Award, a Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Holt Medallion from Virginia Romance Writers, the Beanpot Award from the New England Romance Writers, and the Award of Excellence from Colorado Romance Writers.

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Author Petie McCarty: Any Fin For Love

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She could almost hear the fish laughing at her . . .

Cody Ryan’s father never missed fishing the annual Loon Lake tournament until his unexpected passing. So this year, Cody packs up her how-to fishing videos and her dad’s old johnboat and gives him one final entry.

Gage Connor needs some R&R away from his coast guard deployment catching drug smugglers along the Louisiana coast, so he borrows a bass boat from his buddy and heads to Loon, Alabama to do some fishing.

When Gage and Cody meet at Loon Lake, their attraction is immediate and intense—until the two discover there is only one boat slip left on the lake and they both need it, and there’s only one vacant hotel room left in Loon and they both want it. Thus, their competition begins. Both vow to keep their distance from the other to fight the temptation, but fate has other plans. The tournament pairing party picks the two-man teams and chooses Gage as Cody’s partner.

For two days.

Alone on a boat.

Working as a team.

Good things come to those who bait . . .

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Feeling the hotel room being yanked out from underneath her, Cody lost her grip on her temper. “I don’t care. I arrived here first.” She wheeled on Velma. “Tell him.”

Velma had a hard time meeting the man’s glittering green eyes, and Cody feared the worst. “Velma, you have to go with the first person who arrived here, and that was me.”

Velma visibly wavered, and her gaze bounced between Cody, Mr. Never-Had-Any-Patience, and her twin, who looked ready to burst into tears.

“It’s not your fault, Sister.” She patted Delma’s hand. “You didn’t know we were upstairs. I’ll handle this.”

Velma faced her two potential guests and announced, “We’ll flip for it.”

Delma immediately beamed.

“What?” Cody cried.

“Fine by me,” the stranger snapped and crossed his arms on his oversized and quite muscular pecs. Not that Cody was staring.

Velma reached into her apron pocket and drew out a silver dollar. She smiled at Cody. “Since you were here first, you can call it, and you can have heads if you want. I always liked heads in a coin toss, and I always got lucky calling heads.” Her eyes twinkled at Cody.

“Fine. Heads it is,” Cody said.

The coin flipped high in the air. Velma deftly caught it with her right hand and smacked the coin on top of her left. “Heads it is,” she proclaimed.

Cody blew out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, wait a minute,” the stranger complained.

“See for yourself.” Velma angled her hand for him to snatch a glimpse and then chucked the coin back into her pocket.

Cody stared him right in the eye. “I win.”

He eased closer—almost nose to nose—and she reconsidered her idea to gloat. His emerald eyes darkened, turned almost black, and locked onto hers. She could hear and feel each breath he took, because she held hers. Waiting.

“Share it with me.”

His gaze never wavered. She could feel it, almost like a caress.

“I promise I won’t touch you . . . if you don’t want me to.” The latter implied he wanted exactly the opposite.

About the Author:

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—”The Most Magical Place on Earth”—where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and her cozy-mystery-with-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in No Angels for Christmas.






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Author Deborah A. Bailey Family Pride: Blood Fever

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Book two of the Family Pride Paranormal Romance Series

After claiming Zora Mason as his mate, and fighting off a threat to the MacKinnon pride, Mac is more than ready to get back to managing his coffee bar and settling into mated bliss. But just when it looks like things are quieting down, Mac and Zora find more challenges ahead.

Plans for Zora and Mac’s official introduction to the pride, and the opening of the new coffee bar may be derailed when, gripped by a mysterious blood fever lingering after the leadership challenge, Mac is driven to the edge of his endurance as he fights to keep his inner lion under control.

Juggling her responsibilities in the business and her position as the mate of the pride leader becomes even more challenging when Zora is forced to confront her fear that Mac is changing into someone she doesn’t recognize.

As the fever pushes Mac to the edge, the revelation of an old, painful family secret proves to be the key to saving Mac’s life. Zora and Mac come up with a plan to end the threat of the fever forever, but that same plan may destroy them both.

Is their love strong enough to defeat the blood fever, so they can live happily ever after as mates?

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“After Mac fought Eldon it was like he’d gone into some kind of trance. He was in and out of consciousness for a couple of hours.”

“I heard about that,” Lena put her arm in Zora’s and they started walking again. “So many things have happened at once. The challenge, his mating with you, the new shop–it’s all coming down at once. Surviving a challenge alone would be enough.”

“Lena, I can understand the challenge being stressful, but the mating? It wasn’t like it was the first time we’d been intimate.”

“There’s more involved in the process than it might’ve seemed. Being at the waterfall where Stephen and Ellen were mated, where I was mated, and generations before me…surrounded by the pride members…it connected you both and made you part of our family,” Lena explained. “It’s part of a transition that we go through. As a human, you wouldn’t have noticed it. But for him, it was a big step away from his life as a nomad.”

“But if that’s true, what about last night? If we are connected to each other, how could the blood fever make him act that way?”

“Blood fever makes the predator inside him stronger. Those impulses were always there, but my grandson channeled them into his work.”

“So, what do I do?” Zora asked.

“Don’t show fear. No matter what. Fear feeds the predator inside him. The more fear, the more control the blood fever will have over him. I know he doesn’t want to admit this thing could overpower him. But if he tries to fight it, he will lose.”

“Lena, do you think he could hurt me?” As she asked the ques-tion, a chill went through her, like she’d been dipped in ice water.

“No, my dear. Blood fever will not make him do anything that he wouldn’t normally do. Not really,” she replied, as she grasped Zora’s hand.

About the Author:

Deborah A Bailey’s Romantic Fantasy, Paranormal & Science Fiction Romance novels include suspense, a bit of mystery and a lot of romantic heat.

Her short stories have won awards from the Philadelphia Writers’ Conference and have been published in US1 Magazine and the Sun and are included in, Electric Dreams: Seven Futuristic Tales. She’s the author of non-fiction books, and articles for various online publications.

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Author Sarah Provost: Guinevere Bright Shadow

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Guinevere: Bright Shadow

by Sarah Provost


GENRE: Arthurian Fiction, Fantasy



“You may think you know my story. My name has been bandied in ballads and jests, for good and (mostly) for ill. High Queen, priestess, adulterer… but first and always a woman. Courage and honor shaped me; ecstasy transported me; grief, betrayal and terror tempered me.

“My loyalty to the Goddess was supreme. But as the new religion took hold, the pagan way was threatened with extinction. There were those on both sides who would use me as a pawn in that battle, even if it meant taking my life.

“Yes, I bear my portion of blame. I loved Arthur, and I loved Lancelot, will I or no. But that was only one element in the impending chaos. Britain was divided, my love was divided, and such divisions cannot endure. I did everything in my power – and learned new powers – to prevent an all-out war. But would it be enough?”



I worried at the glove, getting exasperated. Lancelot noticed and came to my aid. He smiled at me, his eyes sweet and affectionate, then bent his head and began to work the buckle free.

At last it let go. Lancelot drew the gauntlet from my hand and let it fall. But he still kept my wrist, and held his face averted. I should have moved away, but something in his utter stillness held me as if I were glamoured. When he raised his head to look me full in the eyes, there was no smile. His face was taut and deathly pale. He pulled me toward him, and I did not resist.

When his mouth met mine, it was with such tenderness that I could do nothing except meld into it. What we were saying to each other with that kiss had little to do with lust. Only our lips touched, and our hands where he still held mine.

In that instant my life was changed forever. There was no sense of urgency. Instead, it felt like coming home after a lifetime spent wandering. Had it really always been this simple, this pristine? The miracle of his lips on mine could only have lasted a moment, but in that instant I understood all I had been missing in my life. And then, as I was about to vanish completely into the ecstasy of it, I understood what the future held as well. And it was dire, agonizing. It was utterly impossible.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Sarah Provost is a poet, playwright, screenwriter and novelist, currently living and working in upstate New York. A collection of poems, Inland, Thinking of Waves, was published by the Cleveland State University Press. Her stage plays have been produced off-Broadway, in London, Los Angeles, and states beginning with K. No screenplays have been produced, but she made a decent living writing for Paramount, Disney, HBO and others until Hollywood broke her heart. After a period of recuperation and relocation to a place with much worse weather, she began writing Guinevere: Bright Shadow, her first novel. A second novel, The Real Girl, is in progress.


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Author Virginia McCullough: The Doc’s Holiday

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Could her closed heart…

Still have room for him?

Olivia Donoghue’s life has turned a corner. The radiologist’s eleven-year-old daughter is finally healthy, and she just moved to her best friend’s dreamy hometown of Adelaide Creek, Wyoming. If only her friend’s prodigal brother, Jeff Stanhope, wasn’t complicating matters. It’s clear Jeff’s kindness knows no bounds, having taken in his late roommate’s teenage son and also offering her a cabin to stay in, but Olivia’s heart is already full…and safe. Is the former rancher worth the risk?

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It was a frosty Halloween night, with a thin cloud cover blocking out most of the light from the crescent moon. Jeff felt the energy between them as they walked along together. It was a familiar vibe now. When they got to her cabin, Olivia directed him to lean the painting against the wall behind her desk.

When she walked him back to the door, he couldn’t resist saying, “One more thing, Olivia.”

“Oh? Uh, what’s that?”

“If you ever wear that fringy dress again, you might want to ditch the black wig.”

Olivia’s laugh was as melodic as her voice.

“Believe me, the real thing is so much better.” Taking such pleasure in her smile, he leaned forward and gave her cheek a quick kiss. “Night.” He hurried away, but he knew she was still standing by the door watching him leave. It had been a great night all around.

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Virginia McCullough is thrilled to share her eighth Harlequin Heartwarming release with readers. The Doc’s Holiday Homecoming, available November 29th, is the second book in her Back to Adelaide Creek series. Like all of Virginia’s romances, this holiday story comes straight from the heart and features characters who could be your neighbors and friends struggling with everyday life issues.

Born and raised in Chicago, Virginia spent years as a ghostwriter, producing more than one hundred books for physicians, business owners, professional speakers and many others with information to share or a story to tell. She’s moved around a lot, and a few years ago she landed in Green Bay, Wisconsin, where she enjoys hanging out with other romance writers, walking on trails, and downing mugs of dark roast at local coffeehouses. Her other award-winning romance and women’s fiction titles include The Jacks of Her Heart, Amber Light, and The Chapels on the Hill. Virginia is always working on another story about hope, healing, and second chances.

Author Connie Di Marco: All Signs Point To Murder

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Rob Ramer was the perfect husband until he committed the ultimate family faux pas—he shot his sister-in-law to death. Believing himself under attack by an intruder in his home, he fired back. But when evidence is discovered that Rob’s wife, Brooke, was plotting his murder, Brooke is charged with conspiracy in her sister’s death. Geneva, a third sister, is desperate for answers and seeks the help of her friend, San Francisco astrologer Julia Bonatti. Geneva’s lost one sister and now it seems she’ll lose the other. Was this a murder plot or just a terrible accident? Julia vows to find the answer in the stars.

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The same headlights stayed behind me for several blocks, remaining about two car lengths behind. I’m very careful about locking my car doors, especially at night. I look over my shoulder when getting into my car too. I clicked the door locks again for good measure. Two cars passed me in the next lane, but the car behind remained at the same distance. When the next light turned green, I accelerated quickly and kept my speed up for the next few blocks, hoping a police cruiser wasn’t waiting in an alleyway speed trap to ticket me. The car following matched my speed. Why would anyone be trailing me, and if so, how long had I been followed?

I cast my mind back, trying to remember if I had noticed anything outside Macao or earlier. No one had been around. I hadn’t seen any cars pulling out behind me. But then, it was the last thing on my mind. I was only intent on meeting Tony.

After the next light, I slowed to a crawl, watching to see if the driver would become impatient and pass me. Again, the car matched my speed. A chill ran down my spine. Someone was definitely following me and they didn’t care if I knew.

I quickly reviewed my options. I had no intention of leading a stranger to my apartment. Of course, after my wallet was left open with my exposed driver’s license that night in Moira’s apartment, my follower, if he were the same person who attacked me, would already know where I lived. I nixed the idea of heading for my grandmother’s house. I didn’t want to bring any trouble to her doorstep, nor to Gale’s. Even so, that would involve driving back toward Russian Hill. I could return to Cheryl’s but didn’t like the thought of being unprotected on a deserted downtown street when I got out of my car. Whoever he, or she, was, I had to lose them. On the off chance they didn’t know where I lived, I had no intention of leading them to my apartment.

When I reached Divisadero, I turned left and headed for a neighborhood that I knew was a warren of intertwining streets. I made a fast turn heading west on Turk and an even faster right on Baker, leading me up Terra Vista. By now I was too frightened to even look in the rear view mirror. I raced up Terra Vista and took the corner on two wheels. I didn’t see car lights behind me as I turned the corner, only the ambient glow of headlights down the hill. I drove halfway down the block and spotted a long driveway leading to a garage at the rear of a house. I pulled down the driveway and parked behind the house. I doused my headlights and turned off the engine. My hands were sweating and my heart was pounding.

I hadn’t imagined the black sedan following me. I had no idea what kind of car it was, only black, late model, could have been a Mercedes, a Cadillac, I honestly wouldn’t know the difference unless I saw an insignia. My engine made small metallic pinging sounds as it cooled. I waited but heard nothing. I carefully rolled down my window and listened. A glow from headlights highlighted the tall tree branches in the next yard. I heard a car moving slowly down the street. The motor was almost silent, but I could hear the crunching of dry leaves under tires. He was searching. I had temporarily lost him, but now I was trapped in a driveway behind a private home. I prayed no one in the house would turn on outside lights or do anything to signal my presence. How long would he cruise the street?

Ten minutes elapsed but it felt like an hour. I twisted in my seat and once again saw the same glow of headlights. Again I heard the crunching of leaves and small branches under tires. The car came to a stop directly in front of the driveway. Its headlights were fixed against the wall of the house next door.

My mouth was dry and I could barely swallow. If the driver found me, what would he do? What could I do? I could lean on the horn and hope to wake the occupants of the house. The arrogance of following me in such an overt manner was more frightening than an attempt to track me covertly. Was someone trying to discover where I lived, or did they already know? Did someone wish me harm or were they only trying to frighten me? If so, they were doing a damn good job of it.

My heart was racing. I closed my eyes and deliberately slowed my breathing and prayed. Then I heard an engine rev and tires squeal. The sedan barreled down the street as if angry to have lost me. I was too afraid to turn the car around and pull out. It could be a trick. He could be waiting at the foot of the hill. I was cold now and shivering. I wanted to be home in my own bed more than anything in the world. I had to take a chance. I turned on my parking lights and saw that the driveway continued on past the garages. A narrow space next to the last garage led to an alley behind the homes. I started the engine but left my headlights off. I followed the concrete path along the side of the garage and through the opening to the alleyway. It led to an intersecting street. At the corner, I hit the brakes and looked around carefully. Nothing moved. I glanced up at the street sign. Fortuna Street. I almost laughed with gratitude at the name. I wiped tears from my eyes and

took a deep breath. Following Fortuna I reached Turk again. No other cars were on the street. I turned west toward the Avenues keeping a lookout, but didn’t spot the black sedan again.

When I reached home, I pulled the car into the garage, made sure the heavy door was properly locked and climbed the back stairs to my kitchen. Wizard padded out to greet me. He tried to make a dash for the yard, but struggling to hold on to my purse and keys, I grabbed him at the last moment. I didn’t want him out this late at night, and I was too tired to have to call him in later. I reached down and closed the hatch on his kitty door before he could get free. He looked at me and uttered a low growl in his throat.

“No. Sorry. It’s been a rough day and a rougher night. You’re in.” I doled out a couple of kitty treats and dropped them in his plate. He attacked them at once. I turned off the kitchen light and in the dark, peeked out the living room windows to the street below. I saw no cars that seemed out of place. Then I walked down the stairway and shoved the bolt across the front door. Wizard eyed me strangely, sensing something was out of kilter. Upstairs, I shed my jacket and poured a glass of wine. The light on the answering machine was blinking. Gale had left a message reminding me of the open house on Sunday. Cheryl hadn’t spoken of it earlier and I suspected she might bail on the whole idea. Then I kicked off my shoes and shed my clothes. I slipped into my flannel pajamas, propped some extra pillows on the bed and settled in.

I thought about the couples I knew. Cheryl dealing with a divorce, Brooke in jail accused of planning her husband’s death, Moira dead, and forced to turn over information on her boyfriend to the police. David and Geneva seemed the only happy people in the world, in spite of their family difficulties. Only Gale was completely content as a single woman. Maybe I was better off in my alone state than I knew.

Wizard climbed onto my lap and started kneading the comforter furiously. Was Cheryl right? Was it was time to consider dating? The thought of it brought no joy. If someone told me to climb Mount Everest with no equipment, it would seem an easier prospect. But if I didn’t take a chance, I’d be a woman alone with her cat forever. I finished the wine, turned off the bedroom lamp and snuggled down under the comforter. I heard the foghorns in the distance as my eyes closed involuntarily.

About the Author:

Connie di Marco is the author of the Zodiac Mysteries featuring Julia Bonatti, a San Francisco astrologer who never thought murder would be part of her practice: The Madness of Mercury, All Signs Point to Murder, Tail of the Dragon, Serpent’s Doom and Enter a Wizard, Stage Left (a prequel e-book novella). Writing as Connie Archer, she is also the author of the national bestselling Soup Lover’s Mysteries from Penguin Random House. You can find her excerpts and recipes in The Cozy Cookbook and The Mystery Writers of America Cookbook. Connie is a member of Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, Crime Writers Association (UK) and Sisters in Crime.








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Hellfire (Sin City Wolf #4)

by January Bain


GENRE:   paranormal romance, billionaire werewolf



Amara St. Clair is just out for a rare night of fun on the Vegas Strip. But when she discovers her fun-loving side in the Glitter Palace casino, a life-altering altercation with a deadly ancient vampire leaves Amara lying unconscious in an alley near the famous casino.
Doctor, geneticist and genealogy expert Dante Luceres, dedicated to research that will keep his fellow werewolves safe and healthy, is attending a mandatory yearly event of the House of Luceres. Coming across Amara, he saves her life, though vampires and werewolves are forbidden from interfering with each other in the supernatural world. There are dire consequences for interfering with another supe’s domain, and he expects that soon both the vampires and the werewolves will be after them, but he can’t leave the beautiful, vivacious little human to suffer alone.
Drawn to each other, the pair must hide from the world. But with everyone against them, including Dante’s clan and an evil vampire hellbent on having Amara for his own, how can they find a path to a shared future…and true happiness?



“Wait! We’re going the wrong way.”

“My Harley’s out back. Quickest way out of town.”

“I’m wearing a dress. And I’d prefer an Uber or cab. No offense, but I don’t know you.” She jerked her arm to pull away, but I hung on.

“You’re in mortal danger. I’ll figure out the explanation for all this”—I gestured between us—“later when I have access to records and blood testing.”

“Blood tests? What are you talking about? And why does it affect you?”

She exaggerated my hand movements demonstrating the connection between us back in my face. I did note that her hand also trembled, causing an odd emotion to come over me. She was trying to be brave, but it was costing her.

“Are you suggesting that you are not in touch with your obvious physiological responses?”

Anything was possible in this alternative world she’d just had thrust on her. Perhaps she wasn’t aware she had become aroused. Or refused to admit it. It didn’t matter, neither of us would be acting on it in this lifetime.

“You don’t understand. That beast that attacked you? He’s coming back, and he won’t be alone. I have to get you away right now.” I added a sense of urgency to my tone in efforts to persuade her.

She did look around with a more constrained expression, as if the boogey man was going to jump her.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let them take you.”

“Why would they take me? That makes no sense.” She had the cutest way of wrinkling her nose that made it wiggle a bit.

“You look like a movie star.”

“Yeah, right!” Now she gave a grimace as if I were fucking around with her.

“Yes. Marilyn Monroe. Only with dark hair. In a blonde wig, you’d be able to pass for identical twins. Your features, perfectly aligned and symmetrical, are above average in scope and dimension.”

I pointed at her face, as if drawing with my fingers in the air. “The distance between your eyes in one exact eye, the length of your face equals three noses. Space from the lower eyelid to the upper eyelid is the same as space between the upper eyelid and eyebrow. Also demonstrated to perfection. And width of the face across the cheeks is equal to two lengths of the nose. Finally, eyebrows begin on the same line as the corner of the eye nearest to the nose. There you have it, a perfect oval face!” I always appreciated sharing such proof positive.

Instead of thanks for pointing out her perfection, what did I get but a rolling of her eyes before she burst into gales of laughter?

“Is that the line you try on women to get them into bed, by any chance?”


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January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full-blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

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1. How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book?

Growing up with limited or no technology, I’ve loved reading romance ever since I was around four or five. I read those no-bedroom-scenes-beyond-the-kiss doctors and nurses love stories that were told in the women’s magazines my mother subscribed to. No Internet in those days, so no smartphone or tablet. Often, the reading would be clandestine. Such as in the bathroom or with a flashlight under the sheets after goodnight stories. By the time I hit puberty and was blissfully in boarding school in Yorkshire, Little Women was for the classroom while The Perfumed Garden was back in the clandestine department, shared with besties and besties’ besties  (how else to giggle and enact raunchy scenes about the steamy bits, right?) Even Lady Chatterley’s Lover was a real naughty treat. Soon after that came the non-clandestine delicious swooning with Barbara Cartland’s heroines even though they were chased but remained chaste till the gold band was on their destined finger.

I began to write steamy romance because I wanted to write stories I yearned to read.  Something discerning and gender-positive. The romance that shed all the shackles society has used over the centuries to keep women down. Now that erotic had gone mainstream, I wanted my version or preference to also be out there. I abhorred the conditioning of girls to be the ones to kiss the frog to make him a prince, put up with the Beast when they were the Beauty, or prick their fingers into a one hundred-year-old-sleep until the prince comes to their rescue.

In modern days it’s the financial inequality, even when the women have the same job and qualifications as the men. Girls are still made to grow up believing they are less worthy than boys. In books, girls and women are trimmed to identify with “someone just like you” while the boys are encouraged to identify with James Bond and Superman – never someone just like them.

Boys and men are whipped up to aspire higher. This led me to writing love stories where the woman is Alpha, no damsel in distress, and financially and socially independent. The woman who gets invited to the Met Gala on their own rights, not as a decoration on a man’s arm. Of course the heroines still go for the Alpha male. That’s a given. It’s wired in every woman since time immemorial to seek the protector who’ll fight and fend off danger while she’s having and nurturing young ones. That’s nature, not nurture. Women zoom away from wimps.

But I find tremendous thrill is having the Alpha hero go through more than his abs, chiseled chin, money, and the power that comes with it, to fall for the woman who makes him feel edgy, ´and not totally in control. It’s a heck of a turn-on to see Master Alpha struggle to align himself to his strong, independent, Alpha woman’s standpoint. In the UNTAMEABLE series, Leo and Adrian’s story, I also made both protagonists totally, insanely flawed. They’re both each other’s combustible tinder for a monumental fireball. Or like fuel tank and a match. As Leo says: Adrian is a permanent damage control. And Adrian: To try to contain and control Leo is like trying to contain and control the fierce f*cking wind. I simply love the exhilaration of the mano-a-mano battle for control. Until the compromise point, by which time things are already exploding all over the place to hell and beyond.

2. Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a firstborn, middle or last child, and how does this shape your view of the world?

I’m a firstborn and grew up in a very conservative and opulent atmosphere, and I think this reflects in my writing. I grew up where kids were best seen but not heard until they were allowed to be heard. I got more hugs and kisses from the household personnel than from my parents. So I became a keen observer, and the one to set the good example to the others by virtue of being the oldest. This was why I was thrilled to finally be in boarding school in England, far away from home. I could go hog wild and behave as I pleased as long as I hurt no one and broke no major laws with my behavior. I could ask tough questions and say whatever I felt like saying whenever I felt like saying them. Best of all, I could let my fantasies roam all over the planet and jot them down. Even when I read stories, I made notes about the parts of the book that I’d have written differently if I were the author. No wonder my current world turned out as diverse as the colours of the rainbow.

3. Where is your favorite place to write?

At my desk. But I always have pens and notebooks scattered around the house in the bedroom, kitchen, and tucked away in my bag or the evening clutch. I’d rather ditch the compact or lipstick than carry a bag without my pen and small notebook in it. My best place and time to hit on ideas come when I take a walk in the woods – yes, I always have pen and notebook there too or mumble on my phone.

4. How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains?

OMG, I’m the *worstest* ever when it comes to killing my darlings. I agonize about it, go through excruciating indecisiveness, and even have tantrums and suppress the tears while I tear my hair out. Even after taking numerous master class lessons I still moan and groan when I have to kill my darlings. What helps to alleviate the pain for me is following the six rules I learnt:

I find the redundancies and chop them off. I have the tendency to over-explain or overemphasize to within a breath of the morgue. This leads to overuse or repetitiveness. Convince yourself that your readers are smart enough to connect the dots and use the cutlery at dinner. Don’t force-feed them or indulge in long explanations that get them to roll their eyes and probably stop reading altogether. I suffer from info-dumping that I fight hard to keep in check. I also drop those extraneous titbits from a region’s seasonal rotation to the best table manners.

Mind your writing style. I know I easily slip into the cute phrases and purple prose in my effort to develop my distinct “voice” that set me apart from my fellow authors. Cut off all sentences and phrases that probably sound great but add nothing but baggage to your work.

Keep your eyes peeled for those unnecessary subplots and plot twists that distract the reader instead of adding any useful element to the story. Ask yourself whether your story needs that addition. What does it bring to it? If you find no good reason to keep it, chuck it out.

Run a magnifying glass over your characters. Are there two or more with similar personality traits or narrative functions? Combine them. Supporting or tertiary characters must have a clear purpose or point of view that advances your plot. They should flesh out certain aspects of your protagonist, not just lounge about as some background white noise or decoration.

One good trait that stops me agonizing and tearing my hair out before the kill is having a separate file where I “collect the corpses” in the hope of using them elsewhere. More often than not, I find an appropriate place to slot them in with perfection. Repurposing certain characters into new spinoffs or standalones. The killing can be very rewarding when your creative mind resurrects those darlings and breathe new life into them.

Bring in a fresh pair of eyes and different minds. This is where beta readers, writing networks, or fellow writers you network with are God’s gift. Find and collaborate with those outside eyes that you trust to give you honest feedback on which aspects of your writing is working and which aren’t. Then cut off the surplus to requirements.

5. You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them?

I have to think hard about this one because I have several favourite authors I love equally but differently, depending on the genre, and I’d love to ask each one of them a different burning question. On the other hand, if I could be introduced to Colleen Hoover, her answer to my special question to her might cover it all.

6. Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows.

There’s a reason why I’ve kept it secret. I don’t want the dear readers to be my first victims. That would be too devastating for all concerned.

7. You are stranded on a deserted island with only a backpack for company. What three items are in your survival pack?

My tablet, pen, and notebook as a single item (to save the battery for reading and sending out an SOS), and a large packet of condoms, just in case there’s a hunky caveman still burrowed somewhere all by his lonesome self…

8. If you could have one superpower in your existence, what would it be?

I would rid all humankind of the worst mortal sin that plagues them, in my judgement: avarice.

9. Favorite snack?

Roasted and salted macadamia nuts.

10. Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit?

Ooops, you caught me on the back foot there. I had to Google Indy 500 (yeah, Europeans are ignorant like that) and inform myself. Erm, I guess I’d first try to find an Indy native as co-pilot.

His Untameable Wickedness

by A P von K’Ory


GENRE:   Dark Erotic Romance Suspense




A three-letter word made me a murderess at the age of eight years. But having experienced the curses of that word, I was done with men as I grew up. All men. Except to outplay them in the New York financial arena.Then Crowned Sex enthroned in gorgeous velvet charm and lustful gallantry storms into my life. Spewing volcanic lava on my monumental arctic ice block. With the unapologetic fierceness of a savage god. Wearing crackling thunderbolts straight from the god Zeus. Explosive has nothing on it.

Adrian isn’t hot, he’s fucking hellish. He embarks on melting my ice block at the speed of lightning. But I was done with men. I was done with sex. For ever. I. Was.

ADRIANI scented her darkness from the moment I was told about her. The sight of her sealed my decision. She was the woman created for my own darkness. I set off to protect her even from herself. Protect her to claim.

Fuse her darkness with my own. For. Myself. I’d fended women off me with bazookas when I was done but they weren’t. I wasn’t prepared for the battle I soon fought. Not only with her but also with her family. And New York’s billionaire gangsters who own entourage of corrupt cops and politicians. With every battle I won, she started new darker wars around me. You ate or you were eaten. Not even starving was an option.

NOTE: Although the blurb is in the first person, the story of Leo and Adrian is written in the third person. This story contains adult material including explicit sex and violence. You’ve been warned.



“If you feel I should stop, say you’re mine.”

“I am, I am! Just don’t stop, Adrian.”

He stopped, chortling deep in his chest, eyeing her from under his brows as his head lifted with her jerky thrusts. Adrian’s molten lava eyes radiated something utterly demonic but captivating, hypnotizing. They now seemed to shoot her senses with the wickedness every single cell in her craved. Those eyes concentrated on her flawed body, her utterly broken soul, crushing the fierce pride she falsely nurtured for her protection.

He made her feel invincible. Armored, even against his demonic wickedness.

He licked behind her ear, whispered, “Stop being your worst enemy, wildcat, and simply receive and revel in pleasure. Your whole body’s made to receive it. From me.”



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P von K’Ory writes the kind of books she herself would like to read and is passionate about, whether romance, psychological thriller, or nonfiction. She is the winner of six awards from four continents, the last one being the Achievers Award for Writer of the Year 2013 in the Netherlands. The Selmere Integration Prize was awarded her in 2014 for her engagement in helping African Women in the Diaspora cope with a variety of domestic and social problems. The Proposal, a short story, won the Cook Communications first prize in 2010 and is published in an American anthology Africa 2012. In 2012, she won the Karl Ziegler Prize for her commitment to bring African culture to Western society in various papers, theses, and lectures. Again in 2012, her book Bound to Tradition: The Dream was nominated for the 2012 Caine Prize by the Author-me Group, Sanford, and in 2013 she was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize.

Von K’Ory is married to an aristocrat and politician of Franco-German descent and has a large extended family. She lectures Economics and Sociology in Austria, Germany and Switzerland. She’s migratory and – weather willing – lives in Germany, France, Cyprus, and Greece.

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Do you have any tattoos?  Where? When did you get it/them? Where are they on your body?

I have two tattoos, the first I got when I was eighteen. It’s of a black flower on my hip. And the second is of a black pattern I designed on my ankle. I think I was twenty when I got that one done. If I wasn’t a poor student at the time I might have got more, but now I’m in my thirties I’m kind of glad I didn’t. Not that I regret either of them, I still admire them in the mirror every now and again.

Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

No. I’m not sure anyone’s life is anything like it was two years ago. Especially after the pandemic. But I must admit for someone who doesn’t like change, my life sure does undergo a lot of it. In the past two years, I’ve written (almost) nine books. Signed a deal with Inkspell Publishing and got married. It’s been a busy and exciting time.

How long have you been writing?

All my life. English was my favorite subject at school, and I started writing stories from a young age. Like most authors I have a day job, but I am one of the lucky few who gets to write for living. I don’t write love stories at my day job or anything, I’m not sure how well that would go down with my boss, but I still get to be creative and do what I love. It wasn’t until two years ago that I attempted a whole book but I’m really glad I did because now I’ve started, I don’t see myself stopping.

What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?

Remember you are doing it because you love it. If writing is your passion, then nothing else matters. Write your book. Then write another one and another one. Just keep going. And remember before you put your work out there, edit. Hire an editor. It’s worth the expense I promise.  

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Lily and Jake may be from two completely different worlds, but they have a lot more in common than they think.

Love Tools: Bluestone Series Book One

by Isobel Reed


GENRE: Contemporary Romance



What happens when the king of casual meets the queen of picking the wrong men?

Lily is running. From a dead-end job, a neurotic mother and all the losers she dared to date. Moving halfway across the world to Bluestone County seemed like a good idea at the time. So did reopening her estranged father’s hardware store. But now she isn’t so sure.

Small town living has its perks though. Wide-open space, clean air, and sexy cowboys. Well, one sexy cowboy. Jake. Who also just so happens to be the new bane of her existence. At least when he’s not talking, she can admire the view.

Jake is the king of casual. The love of his life has always been his ranch, and that was fine with him. He never really saw the point in long-term. But all that changes when a mouthy, blonde sasses him into oblivion. He should have known she’d be trouble as soon as he laid eyes on her. Now it’s too late. She’s all he can think about. All he has to do is convince her that he’s finally the right man.



Lily stared at the boarded-up windows and took a deep breath. There was no turning back now. Pulling the keys from her handbag, she unlocked the door and followed the creaking sound of the floorboards into the dimly lit store.

To her surprise the shelves were still stocked and brimming with power tools, each item covered in a layer of dust that had already started to make its way up her nostrils.

“What the hell are you doing here Lily?” she muttered to herself as she ran her fingers across the counter.

To get this place up and running, it was going to be more work than she ever imagined. She just hoped the apartment upstairs was in better condition.

After exploring the shop floor, she went to find out. She followed the beige hallway into the living room, taking a seat on the squeaky leather sofa and looking around. The space was depressing. Habitable but depressing nonetheless.

How could he have lived here for so long, and it still feel so empty?

Furniture was sparse, and other than the chair she sat in, the only other items that remained were a flatscreen TV, a scratched wooden coffee table and a small shelving unit scattered with a few books and a couple of picture frames.

She looked over at the kitchen adjoining the living room and noticed some basic appliances. It felt strange to be in his space. His home. Surrounded by his things. Was there a right way to feel?


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Isobel was born and raised in London. She still lives along the River Thames with her husband and her substantial book collection. Ever the hopeless romantic, she fell in love with the genre from a young age and was inspired to write her own stories. When she’s not feasting on romantic comedies or binge reading her hoard of contemporary romance novels, Isobel is writing.


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