Book Description An unsuspecting college student is inadvertently thrust into the paparazzi spotlight when a country music star mingles at a local karaoke club. After an unexpected photo surfaces online, the power of clickbait media sends two people from different worlds on a collision course with destiny. A break from touring proves to be anything but relaxing, as Landon Ross navigates a whirlwind of tabloid manipulation, crazed fans and heightened security protocol. Each detail of his life is carefully structured and scheduled. But the unexpected arrival of a talented local music major makes him re-evaluate everything. Amazon In the author's words . . . I love plot twists and a good romance. I enjoy leading my readers down one path and surprising them with an unsuspecting turn. In a world that's full of negativity and a huge laundry list of errands to do every day, a few moments to escape and recharge goes a long way. I hope my books make readers feel rejuvenated and ready to conquer the world, again. Enjoy an Excerpt from A Guarded Love Landon turned music on his phone. He stood up and held out his hand, and asked, “Would you care to dance?” “I would love to dance with you.” Warmth surged through Landon’s arm. The intensity surprised him. He looked into her big blue eyes and fought the urge to kiss her. He placed his hands on the small of her back. Kristin wrapped her arms around his neck. Landon attempted to grasp reality. Kristin’s cheek touched his. Her skin felt so soft. This woman was starting to consume his thoughts. He liked the way she felt in his arms and he liked having her body close to his. Her hair brushed the side of his face. He smelled her perfume; it reminded him of vanilla. Landon felt like he could hold her forever. When the music ended, he kept her close. Then Kristin pulled back and looked at him. He found himself looking at her mouth. Kristin gasped softly as Landon’s head lowered toward hers. The kiss was a slow, soft lingering kiss. He knew she was unprepared for a kiss the first time around, so he leaned forward with his body flush with hers. Kristin returned the second kiss with lips parted enough that her mouth matched his perfectly. Kristin’s eyes fluttered open as the kiss ended. “I enjoyed being with you, but I need to let you study.” He quickly kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Kristin nodded her head. Her eyes were wide as her fingers touched her parted lips. Landon was kicking himself. That kiss was incredible, but he shouldn’t have done that. Especially when she was vulnerable and not sure that she even liked him. He prayed he didn’t blow it completely. End of Excerpt © Adelia Burke Learn more by visiting the author's website. A Guarded Love has a release date of June 1, 2020. Meet the Author An avid reader all of her life, Adelia Burke has been involved in family history research for many years and decided to incorporate that into her writing. It makes for some interesting stories. Born in Reno, Nevada, she is married and has three married daughters and two grandchildren. Beyond writing, her interests include running, gardening, and traveling. Website A Guarded Love by Adelia Burke Genre: Contemporary Romance/Suspense Type: Novel Heat Level: 1 Language Level: 1 Violence Level: 2 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #ContemporaryRomance

"Readers will be caught up in Judith Sterling's magical world filled with modern, relatable characters, Irish legends, mystical creatures, sweet romance, and a suspenseful mystery leaving them with hungry anticipation for the next book in the series." - InD'Tale Magazine Book Description Ashling Donoghue is no closer to finding her parents than she was the night they disappeared. But hope returns as her brother Kian channels the Sword of Light, revealing past-life secrets and truths long suppressed. The more she learns, the greater she fears the darkness that drowns the Netherworld also drives her. Is Aengus her true love, or is it Lorcan? Does her future wait in shadow or the light? One point is clear: the threads of her past-self are woven inextricably into the tapestry of her soul. An impossible choice looms before her, and all the while, evil is poised to strike. Amazon | Apple | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads | Bookshop In the author's words . . . Every time I return to the Guardians of Erin series, I feel like I'm back in Ireland, one of my favorite places in the world. In The Sword Unsheathed , I also enjoyed delving deeper into the characters' back stories, i.e., their past lives, which is about as "back" as you can get! Enjoy an Excerpt from The Sword Unsheathed A curious sense of déjà vu washed over me, and every inch of my flesh tingled with a hidden memory. I’ve been here before. I’m sure of it. I entered the tent, and a plush Persian carpet cushioned my feet as I explored. Sumptuous in texture and color, the interior seemed strangely familiar. There were silks, satins, and velvets in shades of gold, burgundy, ruby red, dark blue, and emerald green. Curtains, cushions, and pillows aplenty. Spherical, perforated hanging lanterns. There was even a Moroccan tray table of polished brass decorated with an arabesque pattern; atop it sat two crystal glasses and a matching decanter filled with brown liquid, as well as a compote containing what appeared to be cocoa-dusted chocolate truffles. “I could get used to this,” I said aloud. “Could you?” I jumped, then whirled around. Lorcan stood an arm’s length away. As always, he wore his black, Regency Era greatcoat, breeches, and riding boots. A question, deeper than the one he’d asked, glowed in his ice blue eyes. I trembled. His eyes darkened. “Are you cold?” “No. Are you?” A heartbeat after I spoke, I cringed inwardly. What a stupid reply! He shook his head. Glossy black hair swayed, teasing his broad shoulders. “Not particularly.” A smile tugged at his full, sensuous lips as he gestured to the table. “Chocolate? Cognac?” I clenched my fists, steeling myself against his charms. “No, thank you, and you can wipe that smile off your face. How can I trust you after what happened Christmas Eve?” “What do you mean?” “You left me alone in Aoife’s castle. Where did you disappear to?” He blinked, and for a moment, his long eyelashes stole my focus. “Ashling, you know I went to investigate the noise we heard.” “And never came back.” “I did come back.” “Really?” I tilted my head to the side. “Funny that I didn’t see you. Aoife said you brought me to her, like some kind of warped Christmas present or—” “Aoife lies.” “I’m sure she does, but she also spoke a lot of truth. Are you still working for her?” “How can you ask that?” “Easily.” He sighed: a sound of impatience and annoyance, both of which I, too, had felt over the past few months. “As I told you before, when I met Caer—you—I left Aoife and planned to live the rest of my days in the Middleworld…here, with you. Then you disappeared on me.” “So Christmas Eve was payback for something I did centuries ago?” “It wasn’t. By the time I returned to the dungeon, you were gone. Then I sensed you were in danger. Of course, Aengus did too, and I arrived just in time to watch him save the day.” A shadow crossed his features. I’d seen that look before, whenever he compared himself to Aengus. Sympathy surged within me, but I expelled it with a huff. “Why didn’t you come and tell me all this before?” “I didn’t think you’d listen. I knew Aengus would poison your ears with lies about me. How can I compete with such a paragon?” He twisted his lips, and a hint of humor restored light to his face. “Perhaps if I wore only my long drawers.” “Your what?” “I believe you’d call them underwear.” The image of a bare-chested Lorcan flashed in my mind and set my pulse racing. “No. Clothes are a good thing.” He arched an eyebrow. “Are they? Still, my attire is outdated.” I shrugged. “A little.” He furrowed his brow, then it smoothened. “I’ve got it.” Before my eyes, his clothing morphed into black jeans and a black T-shirt. “Better?” Holy hell, he was sexy! Unfortunately, his new look emphasized the toned physique I’d only imagined till then. I swallowed hard. “I don’t care what you wear.” It was true. He could dress in Super Mario footie pajamas, and I’d still think he was hot. “Don’t you?” He inched toward me. I took two steps back. “I…I wanted to ask…where are we? This place seems so familiar.” “It should.” His eyes smoldered. “We made love here.” End of Excerpt © Judith Sterling Learn more by visiting the author's website. The Sword Unsheathed released June 1, 2020 from Wild Rose Press.c Meet the Author Judith Sterling is an award-winning author whose love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Whether penning medieval romance (The Novels of Ravenwood) or young adult paranormal fantasy (the Guardians of Erin series), her favorite themes include true love, destiny, time travel, healing, redemption, and finding the hidden magic which exists all around us. She loves to share that magic with readers and whisk them far away from their troubles, particularly to locations in the British Isles. Her nonfiction books, written under Judith Marshall, have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons. Website | Facebook | Goodreads | Bookbub The Sword Unsheathed by Judith Sterling Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Type: Novel Heat Level: 2 Language Level: 2 Violence Level: 2 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #ExcerptPost # bookexcerpt #paranormalfantasy

She's wrong for him in every way, so why can't he stop thinking about her? Book Description Cyrus MacKenzie, a powerful Highland chief and newly titled Earl of Stornmor, is in search of the perfect bride. The young, naïve daughter of a marquess should do nicely, but she's not the one who has captured his attention. Lady Elspeth Seton, Baroness Grey, is a widow with a secret past. She's also a cunning businesswoman who has fought for everything she has. When a mysterious enemy turns her own guards against her and attempts to steal every piece of property she owns, she's uncertain who to rely on. With his fearsome warlord reputation and battle-hardened scowl, Cyrus is the last man she wishes to seek help from, but he's the only one offering it. She wants no domineering Highland earl taking control of her life, but in order to protect her home and her businesses, she must learn to trust him. More accustomed to laying siege to castles than charming the ladies, Cyrus has no patience for stubbornly secretive women like Elspeth. He's infamous for deadly glares that terrify lesser men, but he's impressed by Elspeth's strength, fortitude, and canniness, for she not only stands toe-to-toe with him but also stands beside him to confront the enemy. How can one ginger-haired lady with intoxicating eyes the color of whisky besiege his stone-cold heart? Even though his mind tells him she's the absolute worst woman for him, in his heart, he knows he will risk life and limb to protect her from the brutal Lowland laird bent on destroying her. Amazon | B&N | Kobo | Apple | Paperback | Goodreads In the author's words . . . Cyrus MacKenzie has been in several of my previous books, always as an older brother, fearless rescuer, and ally, ready to join his friends in battle. He has the reputation of a fearsome warlord who lays siege to enemy castles. When it came time to find his own bride, he thought he knew what he wanted, but destiny had other plans for him, giving him what he needed instead. Readers requested his story and I was glad to write it. I had fun with the exchanges between Cyrus and his frivolous younger brother, Fraser, because they are such opposites. They can hardly agree on anything and Fraser has a jolly time teasing the ever stern and serious Cyrus. Cyrus and Elspeth's relationship was interesting to write because neither wanted to be drawn to the other. They fought against it hard. But something about them simply fits together like two puzzle pieces. They complement one another. She is one of the few women unintimidated by his brusque behavior, and he's not the least bit threatened by her independence. "I found Vonda's book during a trying time in my life. You know how there is always one character and you want that story. Cyrus was that character for me. I loved how he knew something was there the minute he first laid eyes on Elspeth. I love how they both fought the bond, but the bond was stronger, just like their love." Katie (Goodreads) "Just like the previous books in the series, this one captured my attention from the very beginning and was a complete page turner until the very end. The writing is absolutely beautiful and the story and characters came completely alive...They are each what neither of them wants but discover the other is everything that they need. The chemistry they have is so strong you can feel it. It is perfectly paced and believable too. And who doesn’t love a story where the hero and heroine fight their attraction to each other?! One word - FIREWORKS!! If you love a good Highlander romance, guaranteed you’ll love this one too! Absolutely mesmerizing read from beginning to end and one I highly recommend. It makes me want to reread the entire series! Absolutely love it." Candace N. (Goodreads) Enjoy an Excerpt from Highlander Besieged After thinking about Cyrus and this entire situation for hours, Elspeth felt as if she'd only fallen asleep when an explosion of thunder startled her awake. A blaze of lightning flashed through the crack in the window draperies. More thunder. She sat upright. Had anyone closed the window in the tower after they'd been shot at? If not, rain would pour in. She leapt from the bed, belted her wrap into place and slid on her slippers. Peering into the corridor, she saw no one. Flashes of lightning lit the place enough for her to traverse the winding stairs to the upper tower room. Fierce wind blasted into the small chamber through the open double casement window. Thunder boomed even louder. She rushed forward, raindrops stinging her face. Using both hands, she shoved one of the hinged windows closed against the gale's powerful force. After latching it into place, she pushed at the other one. A tremendous gust snatched the window from her hand. Emitting a small screech of alarm, she barely caught the window before it slammed against the stone wall. A strong hand closed over hers and the warm wall of a muscular male came up behind her. Startled, she glanced back to find Cyrus looming over her shoulder. He bolted the window shut, blocking off most of the noise and wind, though a whiff still entered through a small broken pane. "What the devil are you doing up here?" he demanded. "What does it look like? I knew the place would get flooded if these windows weren't fastened." She faced him. "How did you know I came up here?" Through the wavy glass, lightning illuminated his fearsomely handsome visage and dark eyes. "I heard someone running up the steps." 'Twas true his room was next to the turnpike stairs. With a curse, he forcefully dragged her away from the windows. "The knaves could still be out there." Though 'twas doubtful in this storm, he could be right. When he didn't immediately release her, she wondered at his intentions. Spellbinding tingles coursed over her as if a wee bit of the lightning ran along her nerves. She didn't understand her strange reactions and emotions around him. His bossiness and bluster should repel her, but instead, she found these qualities manly and protective. He was the most confident and assertive man she had ever met. A lot of other men were mere dishcloths in comparison. In the past, she had always disliked forceful men like him. But she did not dislike Cyrus. Looking into his mysterious midnight eyes gave her a heated jolt. He intrigued her in ways she had never before considered. What in blazes was wrong with her? She wanted no man in her life, trying to take control of it. Rain splashed against the windowpanes, then a crack of thunder, as loud as a cannon, made her jump and gasp. "'Tis all right." With one arm at her waist and one around her shoulder, he drew her against his chest. Her heart thudded. Good heavens, what was he doing holding her like this? She was not a wee terrified lass. But she had never felt as safe and secure as she did right now. It seemed as if Cyrus could protect her from anything—man, beast, or violent weather. Inhaling his intoxicating manly scent, she found herself perilously drawn to him, wanting to press her lips against his heated skin. But she could not do this, nor allow herself to be ensnared in his seductive spell, for he was not hers. And never would be. "I am well," she murmured, pulling back gently. "I ken it. You're a strong woman." The delicious deep timbre of his voice near entranced her. During a flare of lightning, she witnessed the admiration in his eyes. Why on earth would he look at her in such a way? Surely, her strength was naught compared to his. In the darkness between flashes, he lowered his mouth to hers and claimed her lips. He cradled her cheek gently against his roughened fingers. End of Excerpt © Vonda Sinclair Learn more by visiting the author's website. HIGHLANDER BESIEGED released October 2019. Meet the Author Vonda Sinclair is the USA Today bestselling author of award-winning Scottish historical romance novels and novellas. Her favorite pastime is exploring Scotland and taking photos along the way. She especially loves ancient castle ruins. She also enjoys writing about hot Highland heroes, unconventional ladies and the healing power of love. Her series are the Highland Adventure Series and the Scottish Treasure Series. Her books have won the National Readers' Choice Award, the CRW Award of Excellence, the Winter Rose Award of Excellence in Published Romantic Fiction--1st Place Historical, and an EPIC Award. She lives in the mountains of North Carolina where she is crafting another adventurous, romantic Scottish story. 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Sometimes the best gifts are those freely given from the heart . . . Book Description Ready to begin a new life far away from the sad memories of the Civil War, J.B. and Nora Nash head west on the Oregon Trail. They settle into the small community of Pendleton, Oregon, on a piece of land where they’re excited to build a future and their dreams together. A devastating tragedy leaves them both reeling as they draw further and further apart. Nora blames J.B. for her unhappiness while he struggles through his own challenges. Only a miracle can bring them through their trials and reunite them for Christmas. Together, will they discover the gift of grace in this sweet holiday romance brimming with hope, history, and abiding love? Gift of Grace is the first book in the Gifts of Christmas series, a collection of heartwarming, wholesome romances, featuring precious gifts given straight from the heart. Amazon | B&N | Kobo | Apple | Goodreads In the author's words . . . I love the messages of hope and grace that sweep through this sweet romance infused with the spirit of the holiday season. And there are some great moments of humor, too! Enjoy an Excerpt from Gift of Grace Nora clenched her hands into fists and pounded on his shoulders as he carried her into the kitchen. The big galvanized tub they used for taking baths sat near the stove and she could see steam rising from the water. She had no idea what J.B. intended to do, but whatever it was she would fight him until her last breath. “Put me down, you brute!” she demanded, pushing against his solid chest. “Whatever you say, Nora,” J.B. said, dropping her into the tub. Water splashed over the sides onto the floor and stung Nora’s eyes. She spluttered, pushing hair out of her face then rubbed her eyes. Before she could stand and step out of the tub, J.B. reached down and ripped off her nightgown, sending buttons flying into the air. He wadded the ruined cloth into a ball and tossed it into a basket with dirty clothing. He glowered at her, pinning her in place with an unrelenting gaze. “You stink and your hair looks like you rubbed bear grease over your head. Take a bath and wash your hair. Maybe by the time you finish, you’ll feel better. At the very least, you’ll smell better than something left to rot on the side of the road.” Shocked speechless by his actions, she remained as still as stone as he went into the bedroom and returned with the tray of tea and toast. “When you get out of there, you eat that toast and drink the tea,” he ordered. “If you don’t, I swear I’ll force feed you.” Defiantly, Nora lifted her chin. “I’ll eat when I feel like it.” J.B. picked up a bar of perfumed soap and a cloth then bent down until his nose nearly touched hers. “Either you start scrubbing or I’ll do it for you.” Nora grabbed the soap and cloth from him. If looks could have killed, James Benjamin Nash would have inhaled his very last breath in that moment. End of Excerpt © Shanna Hatfield Learn more by visiting the author's website. GIFT OF GRACE released December 12, 2019. Meet the Author USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller. Website | BookBub | Facebook | Newsletter Gift of Grace by Shanna Hatfield Genre: Romance: Western / Holiday / Historical Type: Novel Heat Level: 2 Language Level: 1 Violence Level: 1 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #C ontemporaryRomance #Christmas

Be swept away by battles, ancient curses, and magic. Book Description Patrick MacFhearguis, hardened by battles won and lost, desires what he can never have—peace within his heart and soul. Yet, the ever-meddling Fae weave a new journey for him to conquer—a task this Highlander is determined to resist. When skilled weaver, Gwen Hywel, is commissioned to create a tapestry for the MacFhearguis clan she embraces the assignment. While seeking out ideas, she finds herself clutching the one thread that can alter the tapestry of her heart and life. A man conflicted by past deeds. A woman with no family of her own. Is it possible for love to unravel an ancient past in order to claim two badly scarred hearts? Or will the light of hope be doused forever? Amazon | B&N | Apple | Goodreads In the author's words . . . What began as a Highland holiday novella morphed into a much broader story—one the connected the past and present-day Clan MacFhearguis. And incorporating the Dragon Knights (Clan MacKay) meant I was in for an even larger scenic tale. If you’ve read my stories, nothing is straightforward with these two clans. They dominate every scene they enter, each fighting for control. While they started out as bitter enemies, they are now allies and good friends. With this friendship, there also came loss. I realized both clans still mourned the absence of family members. This story was one of friendships—new and old— trust, and letting go of previous sorrows. I said farewell to the Dragon Knights of Urquhart. Yet I welcomed a new beginning for the MacFhearguis clan of Leòmhann, and the MacKays of Aonach Castle. I hope you enjoy Patrick and Gwen’s story as much as I loved telling their tale. Two individuals, broken from tragedies within their families, found the strength and courage to embrace what love had to offer. Enjoy an Excerpt from To Weave a Highland Tapestry Gwen approached quietly by his side. “Pity. It was a great throw.” “Aye,” he acknowledged softly. “One of my best. My brother, Adam was a champion at this game. I should have studied him more.” “Interesting,” she mused. Straightening, Patrick started forward. “I can help ye pick more mushrooms. Are they for the Midwinter feast?” “Yes. Apparently, they’re for an onion and cabbage dish. Sounds delicious. I’m amazed at how all the women have managed here in this time-period.” “I had heard it was a struggle in the beginning for them.” He glimpsed sideways at her. “How do ye find being here? I cannot fathom what ye must miss.” She shrugged. “There’s simplicity here. I’d almost call it serenity. I’ve learned a lot this past month. Whereas, in my town you can go crazy trying to keep up with everything.” Gwen waved a hand outward. “And don’t get me started on city life. Traffic congestion, speedy drivers, people always on their cell—” She giggled. “Sorry. Too confusing for you.” Patrick smiled, trying to perceive everything the lass was saying. Each time she spoke, her face would light up. There was a musical lilt to her voice that soothed him. He found her enchanting, regardless of the words spewing forth from her. Noting a group of mushrooms, he moved away from Gwen. “Since you have lost, what about my end of the bargain? I believe I can claim something of value.” Patrick froze in his steps. Glancing over his shoulder, he stared at her in disbelief. “Ye wish to claim a reward?” Hope soared within his heart as if the sun’s rays stoked the emotion. Her tongue darted along her lower lip. “Absolutely.” He turned slowly around. “Name your reward.” Tension coiled within his muscles. She approached him in an unhurried fashion. “You might have requested one kiss as your reward, but I’ll take four—the same number of times you skipped the stone over the water.” His heart hammered against his chest. His mind refused to understand the magnitude of her words. “Four?” he uttered in a hoarse voice. “Four,” she affirmed, stepping closer. “Do not keep me waiting.” In one swift move, Patrick crushed her to his chest. Her soft curves were warm against his body. “Start counting, leannán.” She never had a chance to respond as he hungrily covered her mouth with his lips. End of Excerpt © Mary Morgan Learn more by visiting the author's website. TO WEAVE A HIGHLAND TAPESTRY released December 9, 2019 from Wild Rose Press. Meet the Author Award-winning Celtic paranormal and fantasy romance author, Mary Morgan , resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return. Mary's passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. Inspired by her love for history and ancient Celtic mythology, her tales are filled with powerful warriors, brave women, magic, and romance. It wasn't until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling by writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories. If you enjoy history, tortured heroes, and a wee bit of magic, then time-travel within the pages of her books. Visit Mary Morgan's Website Facebook | Twitter | Amazon To Weave a Highland Tapestry by Mary Morgan Genre: Time Travel/Paranormal Romance Type: Novel Heat Level: 5 Language Level: 2 Violence Level: 2 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #paranormalromance

A Story from Serving Up Love : A Harvey House Brides Collection Book Description Bestselling novelist Tracie Peterson joins Karen Witemeyer, Regina Jennings, and Jen Turano in this collection of four novellas, each featuring a Harvey Girl heroine. From Kansas to Texas, the Grand Canyon to New Mexico, the stories cross the country with tales of sweet romance and entertaining history. In Karen Witemeyer's "More Than a Pretty Face," Rosalind Kemp takes a job as a Harvey Girl in an effort to outrun her past. She clings to the promise of one day transferring to California, someplace her youthful indiscretion won't catch up to her. But when she is transferred to Gainesville, TX, her affections for local attorney Caleb Durrington complicate her plans. When her secret is exposed, will Caleb turn away from her shame, or will his love give her the courage to finally face her greatest folly? Amazon | B&N | Kobo | Apple | Google In the author's words . . . Ever since I watched Judy Garland in The Harvey Girls as a teenager, I've been enamored with the idea of the Harvey Girls and the significant role these women played in civilizing the West. Women worked as Harvey Girls for a myriad of reasons. Good pay, adventure, travel, and some, like my heroine, to escape trouble at home. Yet the past is tenacious. Not even the railroad can ensure escape. It's only when one finds courage in the present to face the mistakes of the past that the future can truly be free. Enjoy an Excerpt from More Than a Pretty Face Callie grabbed the knife from Rosalind’s hand, heedless of the fingerprints she left in her wake, and pushed the empty water pitcher she held toward Rosalind’s chest in exchange. “Trade with me.” Rosalind grabbed the pitcher out of reflex. “Why?” “Because he’s here.” Callie’s eyes danced. “He, who?” “Listen to you. ‘He, who?’ Who do you think, silly?” Callie circled Rosalind and gave her a little shove from behind. “Only the handsomest lawyer in Gainesville. The one who asks for you every time he comes in.” Rosalind’s belly clenched, and her pulse quickened. Mr. Durrington. She squashed the urge to smile. None of that, now. He was a customer, and Fred Harvey had strict policies against romantic activity between employees and customers. Which was a good thing, because she needed to steer clear of anything even hinting of romance. She was a Harvey Girl. Dedicated to the system. Determined to earn her way into a California position. The West equaled freedom. An escape from her past. Once there, she could finally be her true self again, stop looking over her shoulder, and maybe even find love. Stumbling across love in Texas would be a disaster. For her as well as for anyone who cared for her. Better for all involved to stick to the California plan. Caleb Durrington would tire of her soon enough. Heaven knew she did all she could to discourage his interest while maintaining the gracious demeanor required of all Harvey Girls. He was persistent, though, and she couldn’t deny that his tenacity gave her a secret thrill. But she’d managed to resist his charm this long. She’d manage a bit longer. A second shove sent Rosalind careening toward the large water barrel stored near the door that led to the restaurant, along the wall farthest from the stove. Callie's eye twinkled. “Better quit dawdling and get out there.” For a moment Rosalind considered sloshing the water from the pitcher onto her dress so she’d be forced to go upstairs and change, but such clumsiness would do her no favors in proving to Mr. Ledbetter that she was worthy of promotion. “I’m sure one of the other girls can take his order,” she tried instead. Not that she expected such a weak ploy to work. Ever since Callie had gotten herself engaged, she’d been on a mission to help her compatriots find husbands as well. Whether or not they wanted one. Callie grinned mischievously. “Not if I gave them the hands-off signal.” Harvey Girls were not allowed to chat with each other while in the restaurant, but they found ways to communicate without words. Hands gathered behind the back with fingers displayed to enumerate section and seat numbers, for instance, staked a claim on a particular customer. All other girls would keep their distance. “Why would you do that?” Rosalind frowned even as her heart thumped a little faster. “I’ve got no interest in him.” “Ha! And I’ve got no interest in Monsieur Dupont’s petit fours.” Callie ate at least two each evening after the final dinner service. “Either way, Mr. Durrington certainly has an interest in you. He asked for you by name, Rosalind, so the hands-off signal was really his doing, not mine.” “You’re a meddler of the worst sort, Callie Sanderson.” Rosalind rolled her eyes, but a smile crept onto her face despite her attempt to remain exasperated. “You’ll thank me someday.” I doubt it. Nevertheless, having been given no choice in the matter, Rosalind gripped the water pitcher’s handle in her right hand, straightened her posture, and pushed through the door leading to the lunchroom. End of Excerpt © Karen Witemeyer Learn more by visiting the author's website. SERVING UP LOVE released November 4, 2019 from Bethany House. Meet the Author For those who love to smile as they read, bestselling author Karen Witemeyer offers warmhearted historical romance with a flair for humor, feisty heroines, and swoon-worthy Texas heroes. Recently voted #1 Readers' Favorite Christian Romance Author by Family Fiction Magazine , Karen is a two-time winner of the ACFW Carol Award and three-time RITA® finalist. Karen is a firm believer in the power of happy endings. . . and ice cream. She is an avid cross-stitcher, and makes her home in Abilene, TX with her husband and three children. Learn more at www.karenwitemeyer.com . Facebook Fan Group | Goodreads | BookBub More Than a Pretty Face (Serving up Love) by Karen Witemeyer Genre: Inspirational Historical Romance Type: Novella (part of collection) Heat Level: 1 Language Level: 1 Violence Level: 2 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #HistoricalRomance

Being naughty was nice, but now these friends-turned-lovers are in for an unforgettable Christmas . . . Book Description The award-winning author who writes with "humor and heart" (Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author) invites you to visit the charming small town of Angel Falls. Being naughty was nice, but now these friends-turned-lovers are in for an unforgettable Christmas... Just when Kaitlyn Barnes vows to get over her longtime crush on Rafe Langdon, they share a sizzling evening that delivers an epic holiday surprise: Kaitlyn is pregnant. And if that weren't life-changing enough, everyone assumes they're engaged -- a charade they must keep alive through the holiday season. But Kaitlyn knows Rafe better than anyone, and Rafe settling down is about as likely as Santa skipping Angel Falls this year... Rafe would rather Kaitlyn believe a lie -- that their night together was a fling -- than face his own dangerous truth: he's falling for her, hard. After a devastating loss, Rafe swore he'd never risk his heart again. Yet the longer they pretend to be engaged the more Rafe starts to want the real thing. But now he has to convince Kaitlyn he wants to be by her side -- and their baby's -- for all the Christmases to come. Includes the bonus novel Christmas on Mistletoe Lane by Annie Rains! Amazon | B&N | Kobo | Apple | Google In the author's words . . . I think Rafe is my favorite hero that I've ever written. Maybe it's because got to know him really well...this couple has been building their relationship in the past two books. On the outside, he's smooth, easygoing, and always ready with a quip. He's a great son, brother, and friend. But his inner life is so complicated. Impacted by a devastating tragedy, Rafe truly believes he can never love again, yet his love for Kaitlyn comes out at every turn. Watching him resolve his inner demons and come to accept her love and be able to fully love her in return was a wonderful journey for me! Hope you all enjoy it too. :) "A scrumptious holiday treat."— Publishers Weekly Be still my heart! Miranda what have you done?? Good gravy this book made me all kinds of crazy! — Goodreads reviewer Enjoy an Excerpt from All I Want for Christmas is You Tonight’s celebration wasn’t unusual. Kaitlyn had been part of the Langdon family since she was ten years old. But despite Rafe’s belief that his family would take their baby news in stride, she couldn’t help but think that it would dramatically change things, change her place in the family. And oh, what if they really did push for her and Rafe to get together for the sake of the baby? She’d just started the coffee and then leaned on the island, taking a big breath, when she heard a familiar voice behind her. “Hey, need some help?” Rafe asked. She spun around at the sound of his voice. “Oh. Rafe, hi. Just starting a pot.” She thought about how great he was with those kids…yet how he’d said he didn’t want to be a father. He was filled with contradictions, and she couldn’t help but wonder if that was a line he used to protect himself—to protect his heart. “Okay, just wondering.” His gaze rolled over her in that way he had, not missing a detail. He walked into the pantry and grabbed a brown paper bag with handles and pulled out a pretty silver box, wrapped with a red bow. “Happy birthday,” he announced. “From me.” Her already sensitive stomach plunged. “You didn’t have to get me a gift,” she said. He leaned close, his hand propped on the counter beside her. “Open it,” he said, nudging the box toward her. “You only turn forty once.” “Will you stop with the teasing?” She waited for him to parry, to jest. But he didn’t. He just stared at her with an odd look that she couldn’t quite read. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “Okay, no more teasing. Just open the gift, Katie.” She turned the box over in her hands. “What is it?” He gave a secretive smile and shrugged. “You’ll have to see.” “It’s pretty,” she said, shaking it, noting that it was a little heavy. “I wrapped it myself.” This was saying a lot, because the bow on top was curled by hand. “Since when do you know how to make bows?” “Since YouTube taught me. Open it already.” She set the package down on the distressed oak table and ripped open the paper. Inside was a coffee maker. A high-end, expensive one, the kind you’d buy a couple for a wedding gift. “It’s a coffee maker,” he said. “You’re kidding,” she said with mock surprise. “Do I ever kid you?” he quipped right back. “Um, all the time.” “Not all the time.” He flashed a Rafe grin. Sweet, adorable, and irresistible. She immediately shifted her gaze back to the gift. “It’s a very nice coffee maker,” Kaitlyn said. “But Rafe, I own a coffee shop, remember?” He laughed. “And yet you don’t have a coffee maker like this.” She looked at him, perplexed, as he tapped his finger on the text on the side of the box. “‘Brews a single cup or a whole pot,’” she read. “‘Thermal carafe. Grinds the beans.’ Great features.” He shook his head at her sarcastic tone, took the box out of her hands, and pointed to the picture on the side like she was just not getting it. “It’s programmable. Charges your phone too.” She looked at him. Was he crazy? “You can set it, and your coffee will be ready at four thirty a.m. on the dot.” “Oh. I see,” she said softly. The gift was thoughtful. It was nice. And she knew exactly where he’d gotten this idea. She’d told him how hard it was to wake up so early, and how she never had time to make herself coffee before she headed out to open the cafe. It was an odd gift but also oddly…touching. And she didn’t have the heart to tell him she wouldn’t be drinking any coffee for a while. Instead she made the mistake of looking at him. His face held a look of careful anticipation. That look—innocent, hopeful, and more than a little boyish—undid her. Heck, he could have given her spray-painted rocks and she would have gotten emo about that too. Before she could think, she kissed his cheek. It was rough with stubble, and warm, and he smelled like simple Dial soap and shave cream and…Rafe. She lingered a few seconds too long, unable to pull back. He stiffened, and she thought he was going to pull away. Suddenly his arms came around her, encircling her waist. She sucked in a breath. Or was that him? Unable to move, she stood frozen in place, searching his eyes. “Happy birthday, Katie,” he whispered, his voice soft as spun silk. End of Excerpt © Miranda Liasson Learn more by visiting the author's website. ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU released October 29, 2019 from Grand Central Forever Romance. Meet the Author Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about everyday people who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s an Amazon bestselling author whose heartwarming and humorous small–town romances have won accolades such as the National Readers' Choice Award and the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl Reviews Top Picks. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and three kids in a charming old neighborhood which is the inspiration for many of the homes in her books. Website | Instagram | BookBub | Facebook All I Want for Christmas is You by Miranda Liasson Genre: Contemporary Romance Type: Novel Heat Level: 4 Language Level: 1 Violence Level: 1 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #contemporaryromance #Christmasbook

A woman outside of her time. A man ahead of his. They must take a leap of faith to forge a bond that will shape history. Book Description PhD student Ardyth Nightshade has renounced men and pursues her twentieth-century career with single-minded focus. When fate whisks her to medieval England, she meets her match in a man whose passions mirror her own. Can she sacrifice ambition for a love she never sought? Hugh, Lord Seacrest confounds all who know him. He refuses to marry without a meeting of minds and hearts, and no lady has even approached his ideal…until Ardyth. But she's an odd one, with unique skills, shocking habits, and total conviction she needs no man. She also harbors secrets, and in the midst of rumors, plots, and murder, trust is fragile. A woman outside of her time. A man ahead of his. They must take a leap of faith to forge a bond that will shape history. Amazon | B&N | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU In the author's words . . . The hero and heroine’s mutual love of history mirrors my husband’s and mine. You might say history brought us together, and there’s a lot of both of us in Night of the Owl . That’s why the book’s release date is perfect; it’s our 19th wedding anniversary! Enjoy an Excerpt from Night of the Owl Callie grabbed qualed freedom. An escape from her past. Once there, she could finally be her true self again, stop looking over her shoulder, and maybe even find love.Hugh stormed into the cave, unable to stem the tide of jealousy swelling inside him. A pox on Ranulf! Ardyth thought him smart, talented, kind, and handsome. She told me she didn’t need a man. Now here she is, half in love with a goliard! Her arms dropped to her sides, and she stumbled backwards. He stopped and frowned. “Why do you recoil?” She halted and lifted her chin. “Why do you look so angry?” With purposeful strides, he closed the distance between them. “I met Lady Isobel near the gatehouse. She told me you were here, talking of Ranulf.” “Oh, she did! How good of her to report my every move, and how predictable that you prize her opinion above mine.” “As you prize Ranulf above other men?” He clenched his fists, willing her to contradict him yet knowing she wouldn’t. “What are you talking about?” “I saw the pair of you last night…conversing cozily in the hall. ʼTis obvious he’s claimed your affections, though how I cannot—” “What?!” Her flushed face was a mask of disbelief. “You heard me.” “I did, but I doubted my ears. A man of your depth and perception must’ve realized that…” His clamped fingers relaxed. “Realized…what exactly?” “Must I say it out loud?” “I think you’d better.” With a huff, she rolled her eyes. “Ranulf is just a friend. If there’s anyone I like around here, ʼtis you!” He hesitated only an instant, long enough to absorb what she’d said. Then he grasped her arms, pulled her to him, and pressed his lips to hers. Breaking free of his hold, she took his face between her hands and returned his kiss with passionate abandon. Her tongue took the lead. Her moan harmonized with the howling wind. She tasted of elderberries, ginger, and honey. Of lust and life. Heat rushed through him, heightening every sense as he gave himself to the kiss. Copyright © by Judith Sterling Learn more by visiting the author's website. Night of the Owl was released October 21, 2019 by Wild Rose Press. Praise for the Novels of Ravenwood "Judith Sterling creates a beautiful, poetic mood that flows through the whole story...The author describes every environment perfectly and vividly brings every emotion to life...[FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN (The Novels of Ravenwood, Book One)] is a fantastic book for lovers of historical romance and romance alike!" – InD’Tale Magazine “As soon as [SOUL OF THE WOLF (The Novels of Ravenwood, Book Two)] begins, the reader is swept away into a richly described world of fantasy mixed seamlessly with historical romance…perfect for fans of historical and fantasy fiction alike!” – InD’Tale Magazine Meet the Author Judith Sterling is an award-winning author whose love of history and passion for the paranormal infuse everything she writes. Whether penning medieval romance or young adult paranormal fantasy, her favorite themes include true love, destiny, time travel, healing, redemption, and finding the hidden magic which exists all around us. She loves to share that magic with readers and whisk them far away from their troubles, particularly to locations in the British Isles. Her nonfiction books, written under Judith Marshall, have been translated into multiple languages. She has an MA in linguistics and a BA in history, with a minor in British Studies. Born in that sauna called Florida, she craved cooler climes, and once the travel bug bit, she lived in England, Scotland, Sweden, Wisconsin, Virginia, and on the island of Nantucket. She currently lives in Salem, Massachusetts with her husband and their identical twin sons. Visit Judith Sterling's Website Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon Night of the Owl by Judith Sterling Genre: Historical Romance/Time Travel Type: Novel Heat Level: 5 Language Level: 3 Violence Level: 3 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #HistoricalRomance #MedievalRomance

Regan Walker returns with rogues, ladies, and holiday cheer in the fifth installment of her bestselling Agents of the Crown series! Book Description Robert Powell’s work as a spy saves the Cabinet ministers from a gruesome death and wins him accolades from George IV. As a reward, the king grants him a baronetcy and a much-deserved holiday at the Royal Pavilion in Brighton where he thinks to indulge in brandy, cards, good horseflesh and women. But when Muriel, Dowager Countess of Claremont, learns of Sir Robert’s intended destination, she begs a favor…to watch over an “errant child” who is the grandniece of her good friend living in the resort town. Little does Robbie know that Miss Chastity Reynolds is no child but a beautiful hoyden who is seemingly immune to his charms. Chastity lives in the shadow of her mother and sisters, dark-haired beauties men admire. Her first Season was a failure but, as she will soon come into a family legacy, she has no need to wed. When she first encounters Sir Robert, she dubs him The Rogue, certain he indulges in a profligate lifestyle she wants no part in. In Brighton, Robbie discovers he is being followed by friends of the conspirators who had planned to murder the Cabinet. Worse, they know the location of Chastity's residence. Amazon | Amazon UK | Goodreads In the author's words . . . I love the history, the setting (Brighton) and that this unlikely couple could find love in the midst of it. Enjoy an Excerpt from Rogue's Holiday Grillon’s Hotel, London, 1820 “I’ll return in a moment,” said Chastity as she rose from the table where she and Rose dined in their shared room. Rose looked up, her fork paused in midair. “Are you going out…alone? You’re not dressed for town.” Chastity considered her drab brown cotton gown that she had changed into thinking she would remain in their room. “No one will see me save the desk clerk to whom I will direct my inquiry.” The carriage ride to London had been plagued with muddy roads and much rain, and the drafty lobby had left her chilled. The fire kindled for them had begun to warm her but a glass of sherry would go far to completing the process. “Do you wish me to accompany you?” Rose cast a look of longing at what remained of her braised veal. “Nay finish your meal,” Chastity said, crossing the room to the door. “Hurry back,” urged Rose. “I peeked under the silver dome that hides the sweetmeats. A most delectable selection.” “They will go well with what I have in mind.” As she reached for the door handle, Crispin, who had been curled up before the fire, raised his head and opened his golden eyes briefly considering her before returning to his nap. The bumpy carriage ride to London had not been to his liking either. Closing the door behind her, Chastity entered the corridor devoid of heat. She drew her shawl tightly around her and hurried downstairs to the lobby. She was dismayed to find no one at the front desk. A single footman stood just inside the hotel’s entrance. She hastened toward him. As she did, she collided with a hard body, the impact forcing the air from her lungs. Stunned, she backed away, trying not to fall. With her eyes downcast, she placed her hand over her racing heart. The first thing she noticed as she looked up from the tiled floor was a pair of black Hessian boots polished to a high gloss with a silver-white braid circling the top, ending in shimmering tassels. Boots that could only have been the creation of George Hoby, the first bootmaker in London, who had acquired a few of her father’s designs. From the boots, her gaze traveled up long, muscular thighs encased in tight buckskin breeches. Hands fisted on narrow hips and an impatient sigh suggested he thought her in the wrong. Impudent man! Oaf! He had run into her! Her scrutiny continued up to the black claw-hammer coat he wore over a cinnamon suede waistcoat. His cravat was simply tied yet stylish. “Well, Miss, have you had your fill of me?” he said in an amused tone. Chastity met hazel eyes rimmed with green and pierced with shards of gold. A chiseled face with a strong jaw was framed by wavy dark brown hair and trim side-whiskers. Altogether an attractive man if she didn’t consider his smirk. She could not abide men who thought themselves desired by all females, which he clearly did. “What?” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. “Is there to be no apology, no begging my forgiveness for nearly knocking a lady off her feet?” “A lady?” His gaze boldly traveled the length of her. “If you be a lady, you are a very pretty lady, indeed.” She glared at him, dismissing his compliment as insincere, one he likely gave to all women to whom he liberally doled out his charm. She would not be diverted by such undeserved flattery. “Pretty or plain makes no difference, sir. A gentleman who causes distress to a lady will make amends.” “Not to put too fine a point on it, Miss, but whatever were you thinking darting across the lobby without a care of where you were going?” So, there was to be no apology. Worse, a scold. “I knew very well where I was going, sir. It was you who apparently did not.” “Very well,” he inclined his head, “if you insist. Allow me to make amends.” Without warning, he took her by the waist and forcibly drew her to his chest, pressing his lips to hers in a burning, invasive kiss that left her breathless and her lips throbbing. When he finally released her, she backed away, stunned, and covered her pulsing lips with her fingertips. Never had she been kissed in such a manner. And in front of a footman! End of Excerpt © Regan Walker Learn more by visiting the author's website. Rogue's Holiday released November 7, 2019. Meet the Author Regan Walker is an award-winning, bestselling author of Regency, Georgian, and Medieval romances. Her stories often feature a demanding sovereign who taps his subjects for special assignments. Each of her novels includes real history and real historical figures as characters. And, of course, adventure and love, sometimes on the high seas! Website | Amazon | Facebook | Goodreads Rogue's Holiday by Regan Walker Genre: Regency Romance Type: Novel Heat Level: 2 Language Level: 2 Violence Level: 2 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #HistoricalRomance #RegencyRomance

When the West was wild and man's law favored the few, these extraordinary women could be found in the heart of an outlaw. Book Description He may be a wanted man, but all outlaw Jack Bowdre ever desired was a second chance. Now he's on his way to jail, completely unaware that his unexpected—and unexpectedly beautiful—traveling companion is none other than Nora Kane...his mail order bride. All Nora sees is a scoundrel sitting across from her. She prays the man she's coming to marry is nothing like him. But when their stagecoach crashes and the truth comes spilling out, they're suddenly left to fend for themselves—and each other. The longer they're together, the stronger their feelings grow. Hounded by desperate men bent on doing them harm, Nora and Jack will do whatever it takes to find their happily ever after...but first, they'll have to shake the devil from their trail. Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iBooks In the author's words . . . I loved Jack and Nora from the first and the instant chemistry that flooded the pages. This is probably the most humorous book I've ever written and I found it very fun to write. At times, I had to take my hands off the keys and just giggle. Jack was forever counting when he was trying to curb his temper and Nora got into some funny situations. Enjoy an Excerpt from Saving the Mail Order Bride The barrel-chested marshal smiled at Lenora. “Sorry that you have to endure this a bit longer, ma’am. He’s little more than a savage animal.” He said that like the handsome outlaw had a case of rabies or something. Dollard continued in a tone full of righteous contempt. “Why, he’s so mean the rattlesnakes won’t even come near him. I heard his own kin disowned him.” Lenora’s gaze followed the outlaw’s long legs and lean form from which enormous power radiated, felt his deep irritation and anger to be cuffed to the marshal. She’d read about men like this one who lived outside the law in dime novels that were all the rage back East. But reading about one and coming face to face with one in the flesh were two totally different things. Awareness sizzled between them and when he turned his gaze to her, a rush of heat flooded her cheeks. His chiseled features appeared hewn from the hardest stone that the good Lord probably reserved for those like him who lived outside the law. The marshal appeared barely able to contain him. In fact, she got the impression the prisoner merely bided his time until an opportunity for escape came. He glanced toward the window, allowing her to study him better. The outlaw had uncommon good looks with a hard, angled jaw that sported brown stubble. The rise high on his nose indicated it had been broken few times. Ha! She wasn’t surprised at that. But most striking were his gray eyes—gunmetal gray. At times they stormed, and other times, like when the marshal shot warnings and threats, they became icy and hard. But amusement colored his gaze when he turned his attention to her. Lenora thought about leaning across the space and slapping his brazen face. Except she’d never struck anyone even though she’d been sorely tempted a few times. The way he glanced at the door then back to the marshal told her he was planning an escape. Lenora stilled and held her breath, her pulse racing. Would he use her somehow in his escape plan? Maybe take her hostage? Oh dear. She glanced at the marshal, wondering if he’d pull his gun and shoot him if he tried anything. The handsome outlaw lifted a finely arched brow. “Here in Texas they make you pay to gawk, ma’am. But I reckon this is the first time a gentle woman like yourself has laid eyes on a born and bred killer. Who knows? Maybe you can come to my hanging. Now that’ll be a real treat.” Beneath his mocking tone, she saw the layer of sorrow, felt his heavy heart, tasted his bitterness. She couldn’t bear the thought of him swinging from a rope. End of Excerpt © Linda Broday Learn more by visiting the author's website. Saving the Mail Order Bride released from Sourcebooks Publishing April 30, 2019. Praise for Saving the Mail Order Bride "I simply adored how Jack and Nora met, how their spark lit up their connection, how quickly and naturally they grew to care and depend on the other -- and then ultimately need and fully desire the other. How they communicated, and how they refused to let anything come between them from moment one. And truly, how it was them taking on the world together from the beginning." — Sunshine Lake Reviews "Jack and Nora's closeness grows as a result of the hardships they face and survive together. The love between these two characters reads as authentic and swoony. Saving the Mail Order Bride is full of sassy flirting and Texas-sized hearts. Enthusiastically recommended." —Chapter Break Book Reviews Meet the Author I'm a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of 24 full length western romance novels and short stories. Watching TV westerns during my youth fed my love of cowboys and the old West and they still do. I reside in the Texas Panhandle on land the American Indian, Comancheros, and early cowboys once roamed, and on a still day I can often hear their voices whispering in the breeze. I love research and looking for little known tidbits to add realism to my stories and quite often make a nuisance of myself at museums and libraries. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads Saving the Mail Order Bride by Linda Broday Genre: Historical Western Romance Type: Novel Heat Level: 4 Language Level: 3 Violence Level: 3 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #westernromance #historicalromance

Congratulations to Irma Joubert, author of THE CROOKED PATH, winner of the August 2017 Readers' Choice Cover Contest! Thank you to all those who participated and voted! #CoverContestWinner

Every once in a while we like to spotlight books our reviewers especially liked. These all received 4 stars or higher from one of our dedicated, book-loving reviewers; we've included a snippet of the review. We hope you enjoy discovering great new reads! Check out all of our fiction book reviews ! THE BOOKS A Stranger at Fellsworth by Sarah E. Ladd "Sarah E. Ladd writes words that whisper to the heart and beg the reader to read just one more page. A STRANGER AT FELLSWORTH, the third book in Ladd's Treasures of Surrey series, is a beautiful and tender story of how losing everything one has can be the best thing to ever happen." The Crooked Path by Irma Joubert "THE CROOKED PATH by Irma Joubert, set in South Africa, is a touching story of love and loss. The author has written a clean and compelling story set with a combination of time and place I hadn't read before. This is an enjoyable book." Quest of a Warrior by Mary Morgan "It's utterly spellbinding! It feels so good to discover a well-written, fantastic romance filled with so much magic and passion that you can’t put it down!" The Winter Sea by Susanna Kearsley "Powerful, engrossing, and wonderfully spectacular! There's so much to share about this book, yet to reveal anything would almost be to reveal too much. Susanna Kearsley continues to impress." Beautiful Tempest by Johanna Lindsey "With passion to spare, high seas adventure, wit, and a few Malory-worthy "battle" scenes, BEAUTIFUL TEMPEST is a delightful read for historical romance lovers." Choosing Bravery by Jacqui Nelson "Ms. Nelson takes the reader on a western adventure with descriptive storytelling and tender romance. Ms. Nelson transported me to the 1860s in Oregon Territory to follow their high adventures!" The Scot's Bride by Paula Quinn "Author Paula Quinn pens sexy Highlanders and witty dialogue! The author has a skill for dialogue that keeps the characters and readers on their toes. This is an easy, fun, and steamy Highland romance that will surely please readers who enjoy the genre." The Promise of a Highlander by Emma Prince "A fantastic addition to Emma Prince's Highland Bodyguards series! Book five in the series is the story of Logan and Helena, and it's a beautiful story of passion and adventure." Parent Teacher Association by Jennifer Soosar "A very suspenseful novel, PARENT TEACHER ASSOCIATION had me holding my breath at times as my eyes quickly skimmed the words trying to discover what was going to happen next." Searching for Irene by Marlene Bateman "Ms. Bateman puts the reader in the setting with the grand estate, and the mansion took on a life of its own. Good for all audiences, SEARCHING FOR IRENE is worth reading." #10BooksList