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“Hubbard firmly grounds the storyline in the principle of Amish grace.” — Publishers Weekly Book Description When four maidels join forces to turn an abandoned barn into an Amish marketplace, the unmarried women have community in mind. But their fledgling enterprise promises to reap surprising rewards for each in turn, including the gift of unexpected love . . . For Regina Miller, the new Morning Star Marketplace is a chance to share her secret work with the world—without revealing herself. Old Order Amish forbid the creation of art without purpose, but without a husband, Regina has been free to explore the joy of painting in her attic. Yet when Gabe Flaud’s curiosity leads him to speculate that Regina herself is the painter, the full weight of their community’s judgement falls on her shoulders. When Gabe stands up to defend Regina, questioning the Order’s restrictions, he reveals his own guilty secret and is shunned along with her. Forced to turn to each other for companionship, the young couple must learn to balance their own needs with their deep faith … and a love that will show them all things are possible. Amazon | B&N | Kobo | Apple | Google Book Depository | IndieBound | Chapters | BAM Additional Order Options Don't miss the giveaway at the end of this post! Enjoy an Excerpt from Morning Star Regina entered her bedroom, stepped onto her large wooden trunk, and then opened the short, narrow door in the wall so she could climb the wooden stairs to the attic. What if nobody wants my paintings, or worse yet, ridicules them? And what if folks figure out that I’m the artist—and that I’ve been living a lie for years? Best to nip this in the bud before I have to tell any more whoppers and get caught in them. And yet, as Regina stood in the center of her secret studio, something deep inside her longed to display the work that so satisfied her soul. Nearly every evening, after a day of staining furniture, she spent a few hours in her hideaway, painting nature scenes. Regina needed to paint the way most folks needed to eat and breathe. Her schoolteacher had complimented her artwork when she’d been young—and her parents had allowed her to take a short watercolor class at Koenig’s Krafts when she’d entered rumspringa. Dat’s brother Clarence was a preacher, however, so he’d been adamant about Regina joining the church at an early age. She’d secured her salvation at seventeen by being baptized, but she’d forfeited her innermost soul: in the Morning Star district, members were forbidden to create art for art’s sake because it was considered worldly and it called attention to the artist. Regina had obediently tucked her paints and brushes into her wooden trunk, but she’d felt the loss of her art acutely. After her parents had died when a train collided with the bus they were all riding home from a wedding, Regina had kept herself sane by taking up her paints again, setting up her easel in the attic—out of sight when anyone came to visit. At twenty-two, she’d been rather young to live alone on her family’s small acreage but moving in with Uncle Clarence, Aunt Clara, and their young daughters would’ve killed her spirit forever. Bishop Jeremiah had taken her side and had dropped in on her often until she’d gotten a little older. Martin Flaud had hired her because her father had been one of his finest craftsmen—and because Regina had proven herself to be more meticulous at staining and finishing than any of his male employees. She’d survived the rough, lonely times by working hard at the factory, and by surrounding herself with the quilts and curtains Mamm had made and the furniture Dat had built for their cozy home. And so the last ten years had passed . . . Regina had willingly given up any chance for marriage—because she couldn’t reveal her sinful pastime to a husband. Gazing at the nature paintings that surrounded her on that Sunday afternoon, Regina felt torn. Why had God given her a keen eye and the talent to render woodland scenes, flowers, and wild creatures on paper if He wouldn’t allow her to paint pictures of His creation openly and without guilt? End of Excerpt . Copyright © Charlotte Hubbard Learn more by visiting the author's website. Morning Star released July 28, 2020 from Zebra Books. Meet the Author In 1983, Charlotte Hubbard sold her first story to True Story. She wrote around 70 of those confession stories, and she’s sold more than 50 books to traditional or online publishers. A longtime resident of Missouri, she’s currently writing Amish romances set in imaginary Missouri towns for Kensington. She now lives in Omaha, NE with her husband of 40+ years and their Border collie, Vera. www.charlottehubbard.com Facebook -- www.Facebook.com/Charlotte.Hubbard1 Morning Star by Charlotte Hubbard Genre: Amish Romance/Inspirational Publisher: Zebra Books Release Date: July 28, 2020 Available in Print and E-Book Type: Novel Content Rating: 1 Heart Charlotte Hubbard will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B&N gift card to one randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter during the tour. Don't forget to tell your friends about this beautiful book!

1217 A. D. – Executioner Knight Kevin de Lara finally has his moment to shine. Book Description Kevin breaks out from under his powerful brother's shadow (Sean de Lara from Lord of the Shadows ) and becomes a great knight on his own. But there's just one problem... the woman he loves may very well cause his downfall when one strategic lie begins to unravel... Since reconciling with his brother, Kevin has become a powerful garrison commander along the Welsh marches for the de Lara empire. As an agent of William Marshal, his directive is to keep the local Welsh barons under control at all costs, and Kevin becomes a diplomat. But the Welsh lords only tell him what he wants to hear. Secretly, they are planning a rebellion to gain back de Lara properties they believe belong to the Welsh. Juliandra ferch Gethin is a daughter of two worlds – a Welsh father, an English mother. Juliandra’s father has committed an offense against the de Lara empire and has consequently been jailed. When Juliandra disguises herself as a servant and sneaks into the castle to free her father, she can’t get past Kevin. When he discovers her true identity, he formulates a plan to marry her simply to keep her father and his allies under control. It’s a tactic and nothing more. Or so he thinks. Sometimes the arrogance of a man is only exceeded by his love for a woman. Join Kevin and Juliandra on their journey of rebellion, redemption, and the realization of a love that cannot be denied. Kevin married Juliandra to control the Welsh, but it’s very possible that she may be the one controlling the English… through him. Amazon Meet the Author KATHRYN LE VEQUE is a critically acclaimed 18-time USA TODAY Bestselling author, a charter Amazon All-Star author, and a #1 bestselling, award-winning, multi-published author in Medieval Historical Romance with over 100 published novels. Kathryn is a multiple award nominee and winner, including the winner of Uncaged Book Reviews Magazine 2017 and 2018 "Raven Award" for Favorite Medieval Romance. Kathryn is also a multiple RONE nominee (InD'Tale Magazine), holding a record for the number of nominations. In 2018, her novel WARWOLFE was the winner in the Romance category of the Book Excellence Award and in 2019, her novel A WOLFE AMONG DRAGONS won the prestigious RONE award for best pre-16th century romance. Kathryn is considered one of the top Indie authors in the world with over 2M copies in circulation, and her novels have been translated into several languages. Kathryn recently signed with Sourcebooks Casablanca for a Medieval Fight Club series coming in 2020. Kathryn loves to hear from her readers. Contact her and learn more at www.kathrynleveque.com . Genre: Tudor Historical Romance Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing Series: The Executioner Knights Book 6 Release Date: August 6, 2020 Type: Novel View our content rating system

From internationally bestselling romance author Alexa Aston comes a stunning new contemporary romance series. Book one in the exciting Hollywood Name Game series has arrived. Book Description Being late to an interview lands her the biggest job opportunity of her life. He may be rich and successful--but he's just this side of miserable. Can a wannabe  be  The One for the biggest star in Hollywood? Cassie Carroll came to Hollywood with big dreams  that never materialized. Acting isn't even on the back burner anymore--it's completely off the stove. Working for a third-rate agent, Cassie hopes to land a new job that will give her credibility, as well as help pay the rent. Late to her interview, she swerves to avoid hitting a dog--and totals the car of Hollywood's leading action superstar. Surprisingly, she walks away from their encounter with a job--as the sexiest man alive's personal assistant. Rhett Corrigan is bored with the movies he makes  and the drop-dead gorgeous model he's dating. He's afraid that Hollywood has typecast him--and that he'll never be able to break out of his action mold and try new acting challenges. When Cassie Carroll literally slams into his life, she brings a breath of fresh air and common sense to his world. She pushes him to be a better actor and a better man. Can these friends become lovers--and can their love survive--in a tabloid-happy town that thrives on rumors and backstabbing? Hollywood Heartbreaker  is the first book in the  Hollywood Name Game  series. Each book in the series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order. Amazon Meet the Author Award-winning, internationally bestselling author Alexa Aston lives with her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She enjoys reading, Netflix binge-watching, and cheering for her favorite sports teams when she’s not watching Survivor or The Crown. Alexa’s Regency and Medieval historical romances bring to life loveable rogues and dashing knights and include the series The St. Clairs, The King's Cousins, The Knights of Honor, and The de Wolfes of Esterley Castle. Visit her online at alexaaston.com Newsletter Sign-Up | Facebook | Twitter | BookBub Genre: Contemporary Romance / Romantic Comedy Type: Novel

In The Night Swim , a new thriller from Megan Goldin, author of the “gripping and unforgettable” (Harlen Coben) The Escape Room, a true crime podcast host covering a controversial trial finds herself drawn deep into a small town’s dark past and a brutal crime that took place there years before. Ever since her true-crime podcast became an overnight sensation and set an innocent man free, Rachel Krall has become a household name—and the last hope for people seeking justice. But she’s used to being recognized for her voice, not her face. Which makes it all the more unsettling when she finds a note on her car windshield, addressed to her, begging for help. The new season of Rachel's podcast has brought her to a small town being torn apart by a devastating rape trial. A local golden boy, a swimmer destined for Olympic greatness, has been accused of raping the beloved granddaughter of the police chief. Under pressure to make Season 3 a success, Rachel throws herself into her investigation—but the mysterious letters keep coming. Someone is following her, and she won’t stop until Rachel finds out what happened to her sister twenty-five years ago. Officially, Jenny Stills tragically drowned, but the letters insist she was murdered—and when Rachel starts asking questions, nobody in town wants to answer. The past and present start to collide as Rachel uncovers startling connections between the two cases—and a revelation that will change the course of the trial and the lives of everyone involved. Electrifying and propulsive, The Night Swim asks: What is the price of a reputation? Can a small town ever right the wrongs of its past? And what really happened to Jenny? MacMillan | Amazon | B&N | Books-A-Million In the author's words . . . The parallel storyline involves someone (Hannah) leaving mysterious notes for Rachel, begging her to investigate their sister's death from decades ago. Why was their approach so secretive, and at first, vaguely threatening? Hannah had a traumatic childhood because of what happened to her mother and sister. She never really recovered from those childhood traumas so she was understandably wary about whether her story would be taken seriously. She was a fan of Rachel's podcast and she truly believed that Rachel would get justice for her sister if she only knew what had happened, but she also knew that she needed to find a way to connect with Rachel and get her attention. Following Rachel, and leaving messages for her was her way of connecting. Hannah was so focused on getting to the truth about what happened to her sister that she didn't realize that it might be perceived as threatening. Enjoy an Excerpt from The Night Swim 1 Hannah It was Jenny’s death that killed my mother. Killed her as good as if she’d been shot in the chest with a twelve-gauge shotgun. The doctor said it was the cancer. But I saw the will to live drain out of her the moment the policeman knocked on our screen door. “It’s Jenny, isn’t it?” Mom rasped, clutching the lapel of her faded dressing gown. “Ma’am, I don’t know how to tell you other than to say it straight.” The policeman spoke in the low-pitched melancholic tone he’d used moments earlier when he’d pulled up and told me to wait in the patrol car as its siren lights painted our house streaks of red and blue. Despite his request, I’d slipped out of the back seat and rushed to Mom’s side as she turned on the front porch light and stepped onto the stoop, dazed from being woken late at night. I hugged her withered waist as he told her what he had to say. Her body shuddered at each word. His jaw was tight under strawberry blond stubble and his light eyes were watery by the time he was done. He was a young cop. Visibly inexperienced in dealing with tragedy. He ran his knuckles across the corners of his glistening eyes and swallowed hard. “I’m s-s-sorry for your loss, ma’am,” he stammered when there was nothing left to say. The finality of those words would reverberate through the years that followed. But at that moment, as the platitudes still hung in the air, we stood on the stoop, staring at each other, uncertain what to do as we contemplated the etiquette of death. I tightened my small, girlish arms around Mom’s waist as she lurched blindly into the house. Overcome by grief. I moved along with her. My arms locked around her. My face pressed against her hollow stomach. I wouldn’t let go. I was certain that I was all that was holding her up. She collapsed into the lumpy cushion of the armchair. Her face hidden in her clawed-up hands and her shoulders shaking from soundless sobs. I limped to the kitchen and poured her a glass of lemonade. It was all I could think to do. In our family, lemonade was the Band-Aid to fix life’s troubles. Mom’s teeth chattered against the glass as she tilted it to her mouth. She took a sip and left the glass teetering on the worn upholstery of her armchair as she wrapped her arms around herself. I grabbed the glass before it fell and stumbled toward the kitchen. Halfway there, I realized the policeman was still standing at the doorway. He was staring at the floor. I followed his gaze. A track of bloody footprints in the shape of my small feet was smeared across the linoleum floor. He looked at me expectantly. It was time for me to go to the hospital like I’d agreed when I’d begged him to take me home first so that I could be with Mom when she found out about Jenny. I glared at him defiantly. I would not leave my mother alone that night. Not even to get medical treatment for the cuts on my feet. He was about to argue the point when a garbled message came through on his patrol car radio. He squatted down so that he was at the level of my eyes and told me that he’d arrange for a nurse to come to the house as soon as possible to attend to my injured feet. I watched through the mesh of the screen door as he sped away. The blare of his police siren echoed long after his car disappeared in the dark. The nurse arrived the following morning. She wore hospital scrubs and carried an oversized medical bag. She apologized for the delay, telling me that the ER had been overwhelmed by an emergency the previous night and nobody could get away to attend to me. She sewed me up with black sutures and wrapped thick bandages around my feet. Before she left, she warned me not to walk, because the sutures would pop. She was right. They did. Jenny was barely sixteen when she died. I was five weeks short of my tenth birthday. Old enough to know that my life would never be the same. Too young to understand why. I never told my mother that I’d held Jenny’s cold body in my arms until police officers swarmed over her like buzzards and pulled me away. I never told her a single thing about that night. Even if I had, I doubt she would have heard. Her mind was in another place. We buried my sister in a private funeral. The two of us and a local minister, and a couple of Mom’s old colleagues who came during their lunch break, wearing their supermarket cashier uniforms. At least they’re the ones that I remember. Maybe there were others. I can’t recall. I was so young. The only part of the funeral that I remember clearly was Jenny’s simple coffin resting on a patch of grass alongside a freshly dug grave. I took off my hand-knitted sweater and laid it out on top of the polished casket. “Jenny will need it,” I told Mom. “It’ll be cold for her in the ground.” We both knew how much Jenny hated the cold. On winter days when bitter drafts tore through gaps in the patched-up walls of our house, Jenny would beg Mom to move us to a place where summer never ended. A few days after Jenny’s funeral, a stone-faced man from the police department arrived in a creased gabardine suit. He pulled a flip-top notebook from his jacket and asked me if I knew what had happened the night that Jenny died. My eyes were downcast while I studied each errant thread in the soiled bandages wrapped around my feet. I sensed his relief when after going through the motions of asking more questions and getting no response he tucked his empty notebook into his jacket pocket and headed back to his car. I hated myself for my stubborn silence as he drove away. Sometimes when the guilt overwhelms me, I remind myself that it was not my fault. He didn’t ask the right questions and I didn’t know how to explain things that I was too young to understand. This year we mark a milestone. Twenty-five years since Jenny died. A quarter of a century and nothing has changed. Her death is as raw as it was the day we buried her. The only difference is that I won’t be silent anymore. Continue reading excerpt > Copyright © 2020 by Megan Goldin Learn more by visiting the author's website. The Night Swim released August 4, 2020 from St. Martin's Press. Meet the Author MEGAN GOLDIN worked as a correspondent for Reuters and other media outlets where she covered war, peace, international terrorism and financial meltdowns in the Middle East and Asia. She is now based in Melbourne, Australia where she raises three sons and is a foster mum to Labrador puppies learning to be guide dogs. The Escape Room was her debut novel. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Author Blog The Night Swim by Megan Goldin Genre: Psychological Thriller/Court Room Drama Type: Novel Content Note: Sexual assault theme. Sensitively written, but may be difficult for some readers. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #pyschologicalthriller #thriller #courtroom

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We're happy to share this new release from Shanna Hatfield! Book Description Her hero has arrived Even if she doesn’t realize it . . . yet Widow Jossy Jansen intimidates people, mostly by accident. After all, her soon-to-be sister-in-law refers to her as a cowboy version of Wonder Woman. Jossy can’t help it if she’s strong, capable, and bursting with restless energy. Never one who needed a man to rescue her, Jossy struggles with her feelings for an unlikely knight dressed in Armani. Life as a corporate attorney has left Nathaniel Knight overworked, stressed, and going soft. He hardly recognizes the person he’s become. When his father insists he help out the small community of Summer Creek, Nate dreads spending time so far from civilization. Then he tangles with a rancher far too stubborn for her own good and far too lovely for his. Can Nate convince Jossy he’s more than just a city boy out of his element? A sweet romance brimming with heart, humor and hope, Rescuing the Rancher is a story of redemption, trust, and discovering the blessings of finding true love. Amazon | B&N | Kobo | Apple Meet the Author USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes sweet romances rich with relatable characters, small town settings that feel like home, humor, and hope. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.” When this farm girl isn’t writing or indulging in rich, decadent chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller. She also experiments with recipes, snaps photos of her adorable nephew, and caters to the whims of a cranky cat named Drooley. To learn more about Shanna or the books she writes, visit her website shannahatfield.com . Genre: Clean Contemporary Romance Type: Novel

In order to love, she must first seduce… Book Description Callum Sinclair should have known the night the great fireball lit the sky would change everything. He returns from battle wounded of body and heart to find his clan in disarray. Someone within his clan wants him dead and tried to assassinate him, his brother/laird murdered, his wife died in childbirth. Family dysfunction forces him to accept a destiny he never expected. Violet Danvers’s life takes a complete turn when the king executes her husband for treason. Now he vows she will either wed his favored knight or suffer his punishment. With help from her husband’s ally, the king’s cousin, he sends her to his comrade in Scotland. He gains one promise from her, never to return to England, even if she must seduce the Highlander to gain his aid. Even with the five rules of enticement, Violet’s seduction doesn’t come easy. Callum is broken of spirit, but she is not one to easily surrender to defeat. With laughter and grace, The Seduction of Laird Sinclair might lead them both to lose their hearts. Amazon | iBooks | Barnes & Noble | Smashwords In the author's words . . . I love historical romances but sometimes they're often heavy with historical content. In this series, I primarily focus on the dysfunction of family, their secrets, and their challenges. With the support of the hero or heroine, there's always a happily-ever-after. Enjoy an Excerpt from The Seduction of Laird Sinclair Rule number one, use the body. Violet leaned against the door’s threshold and pulled her shoulders back. She waited for him to notice her. She roved her eyes over his naked skin and stepped back when he startled at her appearance. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to intrude…” “Who are you?” his voice was deep with a hearty lilt to it, and he sounded affronted. “I’m Henry’s friend, Violet Danvers.” “You can’t be. Henry’s friend is a man.” “I am his friend, and I assure you, I’m not a man. Surely you received his missive which foretold of my arrival? You are Callum Sinclair, are you not?” He nodded but remained silent. Violet couldn’t take her gaze from his naked, muscular thigh. He pushed the fabric of his tartan over his leg and straightened. She took her time to assess him, the enticement rules were all but forgotten. Callum stood tall and perhaps over six feet in height, and his brawny muscles tightened the front and arms of his tunic. It was his handsome face that captivated her and caused her breath to still. He had light brown hair, almost chestnut in color, and even darker eyes and brows. The man wore no whiskers about his face, but his jaw tightened as she perused him. Callum cleared his throat and stepped forward. “I could’ve sworn Henry mentioned his friend was a man.” “Perhaps he misled you. He asked me to give you this missive and container.” She approached and held out the items. Rule two was easy to do since she didn’t take her eyes from his, and with confidence from somewhere deep within her, she peered at him with interest. “It might aid your pain for he said you were injured.” He reached for the items and brushed his fingers against hers as he grasped the missive. Violet took in a startled breath. His touch evoked excitement or something similar. She couldn’t place the sentiment as she’d never experienced it before. With a jerk, she retracted her hand. If she decided to go ahead with her maddened plan, rule four would positively be pleasing. His gaze lingered as if he disbelieved she was there. The man set the items on the desk in a hostile manner and glared at her. She knew well enough where she wasn’t wanted. “I shall hurry to stop the coachman from leaving. Hopefully, he’s still in the courtyard. I’ll be gone since it is obvious you will not offer sanctuary.” Before he retorted, Violet fled the chamber. She needed to escape his pierced gaze and aggressive mood. As much as she detested to admit it, rule five wasn’t within her. Violet had no confidence whatsoever. Never had a man looked at her with such hostility. She didn’t know what to make of him, or what he intended with such a look. But it was her reaction to him that troubled her more. Why had she gaped at him as though he was a statue? She couldn’t reason her reaction or behavior. Violet rushed through the hallway and reached the bottom of the stairs when she heard someone call out. Ionnsaigh. A dog growled and ran at her. It jumped up, knocked her back, and to the floor. The dog’s mouth gripped her leg, and he shook his head and flailed her. Her gown tore with his sharp teeth dug in. Violet cried out and shouted for help. The dog ravaged her and wouldn’t let go. She tried to free herself from his hold by kicking out, but he wouldn’t cease his attack. The beast locked his jaw and wouldn’t let go, and the pain on her leg caused her to gasp for breath. “Frang! Cease. Go, be gone.” The dog released her at the man’s command, and he whined and fled when the man approached with heavy steps. Callum knelt next to her. “Don’t move. Are you injured?” End of Excerpt © Kara Griffin Learn more by visiting the author's website. The Seduction of Laird Sinclair has a release date of June 9, 2020. Meet the Author Read a Scottish or Medieval Historical Romance book by Kara Griffin and transport yourself to the mystical, enchanting realms of the Scottish Highlands and Medieval Britain. Stories of noble warriors and strong, but sweet, heroines will have you rooting for them as they encounter dastardly villains. Be romanced with unconditional love in sweeping tales of romance. There’s always a Happily-Ever-After in her stories. Kara Griffin is the author of Scottish/Highlander and Medieval Historical romances. She always had a vivid imagination and has been an avid reader since her early years. Inspired by her grandfather’s heritage, she loves all things Scottish. From the captivating land to the ancient mysticism, all inspire her to write tales that make you sigh. Kara enjoys family life with her husband. They spend a lot of time with their daughters, who live close by. Their grandbabies are the joy of their lives. When Kara is on hiatus from writing, she usually spends that time with family. In the Pinelands of New Jersey, she enjoys the outdoors, especially the beach and wooded areas near her home. Website | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest The Seduction of Laird Sinclair by Kara Griffin Genre: Historical Romance (14th century) Type: Novel Heat Level: 4 Language Level: 3 Violence Level: 3 Click here to learn more about content ratings. #bookexcerpt #ExcerptPost #HistoricalRomance

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