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An aria for lost souls

Fresh out of college, Christine Davis is thrilled to begin a summer internship at the prestigious Santa Fe Opera House. But on her first day, she discovers that her dream job has a dark side. Beneath the theater, ghostly music echoes through a sprawling maze of passageways. At first, Christy thinks she’s hearing things. But when a tall masked man steps out of the shadows—and into her arms—she knows he’s not a phantom of her imagination. What she can’t deny is that he is the master of her desire. But when her predecessor—a missing intern—is found dead, Christy wonders if she’s playing with fire



About the Author:

Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author whose works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns; the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and an erotic contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and book 1, The Mark of the Tala, received a starred Library Journal review and has been nominated for the RT Book of the Year while the sequel, The Tears of the Rose, has been nominated for best fantasy romance of the year. A fifth series, the highly anticipated erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, released starting with Going Under, followed by Under His Touch and Under Contract.

She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Jeffe can be found online at her website:, every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog, on Facebook, and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy. She is represented by Connor Goldsmith of Fuse Literary.



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After a nasty breakup, twenty-two-year-old Devin Ashford is on a mission to travel the world one random excursion at a time. He wants to forget his ex, discover new experiences and end up with some awesome stories to tell. If it takes spending all of his savings to do it, he is ready.

His first stop is a communal homestead in the Appalachians of North Carolina, which turns out to be a bohemian paradise. The weed is plentiful, the owners adore him, and the very sight of Cora, their nineteen-year-old goddaughter, makes him want to set up a permanent camp.

Cora warns that she isn’t ready for a serious relationship, but Devin is falling hard. Playful kisses turn into passionate sex, and each day is spent connecting and enjoying the mind-numbing awesomeness—until he makes the mistake of saying “I love you.” Discussing the future kills the good vibes, and Cora pushes him away.

Pissed off and rejected, Devin begins preparing for his next excursion: backpacking India. But just when it’s time to go, the death of one of the homestead’s beloved animals leaves Cora upset and in need of a friend. Devin’s kindness wins him another shot at romance.

With a plane ticket in hand and his pride on the line, Devin and Cora find themselves teetering on the edge of something more.




About the Author:

Andi Loveall grew up in the blistering heat of California’s Central Valley and has since traveled far and wide in search of adventure and romance. From the steamy streets of Bangkok to the dancing fireflies of the Appalachians, the places, people and things she has seen have convinced her of two things: Life hurts no matter where you go, and the world is a crazy-beautiful place.

A freelance writer by day and storyteller by night, Andi is on a mission to create characters that come alive in worlds she can’t quite reach. When she’s not writing, she’s usually hula hooping, dying her hair bright colors or making delicious home-cooked meals for herself and the people that she loves.

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Kate Adams has never found it difficult to keep a professional relationship with her clients . . . but then she’s never had a client like Michael Maddox. From the moment she arrives in Charlotte, Kate is tongue-tied by the devastatingly gorgeous former Marine and intelligence genius turned multi-millionaire entrepreneur. Michael seems at first glance to be the perfect catch, except for one problem. He doesn’t do relationships. And Kate doesn’t do one-night stands.

But as the tension mounts between them, Kate discovers she has larger problems—an untraceable stalker . . . and a dangerous past. When Michael offers his protection, Kate is grateful, and yet afraid. For as they grow closer, she realizes that Michael has his own secret past. And while he might save her life, he will surely break her heart.





“Did you tell Julia that we’ve met already?”

Startled, Kate turned toward him, her soft eyes looking at him from beneath long eyelashes. Her arched brows gave hint of her embarrassment. “I am so sorry about your shirt. You should let me pay for it.”

“Did you know whom I was last night?” he asked with a deep voice.

She touched the back of her neck, as if working out a kink. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” His eyes narrowed on her, and he took a step closer.

“I. . . .” Could she tell him she had been completely tongue-tied by his devastating good looks? “Honestly, I did not think you would remember me, and then I was in a hurry, so I just kind of rushed out when your friend showed up.” Her poker face was failing her.

“You thought I would forget you?”

His words sent shivers dancing up her spine, and she could have sworn she had a heart palpitation. She bit her bottom lip.

“If we are going to work together, I would strongly suggest you not do that,” he murmured, staring at her lips. His smoldering blue eyes turned a shade darker.

She allowed his words to hang in the air for a moment, free of gravity, as she contemplated the appropriate response. She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d wind up being the fourth planner fired. Was he attracted to her, or was it a game he was playing to unnerve her? She chose to ignore his comment and maintain professionalism. “Mr. Maddox, how would you feel about an auction?”

“Please, call me Michael.”




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Brittney Sahin began writing at an early age, with the dream to be a published author before the age of 18. Although academic pursuits (and, later, a teaching career) interrupted her aspirations, she never stopped writing–never stopped imagining.

It wasn’t until her students encouraged her to follow her dreams that Brittney said goodbye to Upstate New York in order to start a new adventure in the place she was raised: Charlotte, North Carolina. Here, she decided to take her students’ advice and begin to write again.

In 2015, she published her first novel, Silenced Memories. When she is not working on upcoming novels, she spends time with her family. She is a proud mother of a spunky toddler and a lover of suspense novels, coffee, and the outdoors.

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This book has so many ways it could go at anytime it was great. I was at the end and still didn’t know what was going to happen!!  I loved the character for Dodge’s mom she had me cracking up.Harper I thought was going to be prissy and snobby however she was not at all it was great to get to know the new Harper :).

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You can’t hide from love…or revenge.

Dodge Loving wants revenge…and he’s about to get it. On the cusp of closing a multi-billion-dollar luxury resort deal, Dodge can’t afford for anything go wrong. But then a fiery redhead shows up, the paparazzi hot on her trail, and throws his world into chaos. He has to get rid of her. Immediately.

Harper Conner just wants to be left alone, but after slapping her cheating senator ex-husband during a televised press conference, she’s a hot commodity. The ultra exclusive resort in Wyoming seems like the ideal place to hide-and work-so there’s no way she’s letting the Type-A jerk who runs the place fire her.

Despite the animosity sparking between them, Dodge and Harper can’t keep their hands to themselves. This thing between them can’t happen. It won’t. But his mother has other ideas…and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to make sure Harper and Dodge fall in love.

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Twenty minutes and half a carton later Harper and Dodge were facing each other as they sat on the stainless steel prep table in the middle of the kitchen with the carton of mint chocolate chip between them, each armed with a spoon. He’d ditched the shoes, rolled up his cuffs—revealing sinewy forearms that made her heart stutter—and told stories about how he ended up with the first name Dodge City.

“So all of you are named after old cowboy towns?”

The idea of it was totally bizarre and endearing. Her being named Harper had scandalized her grandparents. Dodge City would have given them each a heart attack.

“Yep, my mother loves a theme.” He shook his head and laughed. “Stone is short for Tombstone and Griff is short for Fort Griffin.”

She scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, now melted more than when they’d started their midnight snack, and a line of green slipped over the edge. She stopped it with her finger before it could drip down to the table and licked the evidence off. “Did the other kids make fun of you growing up?”

When he didn’t answer right away she looked up. His mossy green eyes had darkened, and his gaze was locked in on her mouth. A flush burned its way up from her toes, and she scrambled to think of something to say before her panties spontaneously combusted. “For your n-n-name…” She stumbled over the words. “Did they tease you about your name?”

He winked and smirked, all cocky confidence and testosterone-fueled sex appeal. “Only once.”

If she could have gotten pregnant from a look, she’d be scheduling an appointment with her OB/GYN in the morning. Time to get out of this kitchen before the little seed of a romantic notion May Loving had planted took root and grew into the last thing Harper needed in her life right now.

She’d spent her entire life up until eight months ago living by a script she’d never had any say in, let alone took part in writing. Neither the universe nor a my-way-or-the-highway hottie like the corporate cowboy here was taking her back there. She was her own woman now.

“You look like you’re getting ready to wrestle a buffalo,” he said.

“I hope not.” Her denial came out far too soft and breathy for a woman only experiencing a sugar high.

“Then I’d suggest cleaning up a bit.” Dodge swiped his thumb across the corner of her mouth—soft and slow, coming away with a dab of mint chocolate chip on his thumb, which he sucked off. “The buffalo around here have a real hankering for ice cream.”

It took everything she had not to press her fingers to her tingling skin where he’d caressed her, as if her own touch could erase the sizzling sensation his had caused. It was only on that small space where her lips met, but it was the only thing she could feel. Her gaze held his, and her breath caught. There was no mistaking the want in his eyes. The air around them thickened, and words failed to materialize in her head.

Maybe it was the intimacy of the half-lit kitchen or the late hour, but she leaned forward over the carton between them without really meaning to. It wasn’t much, an inch or two, but it was more than enough. He mirrored her move. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lips parted in anticipation, then she detected a hint of icy mint before his warm lips covered hers.


Avery Flynn


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Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip. Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

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This is a wonderful love story and well told from the point of view of both the hero and heroine. These characters are well developed and oh so easy to love. Melanie is a character first seen on book one, Little Things. Both books are worth the read. There is a wonderful story not just of love but of growth and struggle and in the end the strength that it takes to overcome adversity.  And how sometimes our whole life depends on Little Moments. The secondary characters are also well done and the relationships that develop throughout the book are strong. I am hoping there is another book coming that will further explore some of the lesser characters. If you enjoy romance with a good story then please check out Little Moments, and Little Things is well worth the read as well. Most Highly Recommended

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Think back to the exact moment when you fell in love for the first time. That split second. That precise moment. Can you remember it?

I can remember the day as if it were yesterday: from the light blue dress she wore, to her golden locks curved along her shoulders, down to the shocking tingle when our fingers touched. It was the happiest day of my life, and yet she didn’t even know I existed.

What if you had the chance to relive those moments? Would you take it?I’ve waited almost ten years for her and my time has finally come.

This split second, this precise moment will change her life forever.






THE SMELL OF SMOKE BURNS MY NOSTRILS. The faint cry of my mother’s screams echoes from behind the walls. Is this a dream? Mom, where are you?

Moving my sleepy fingers awake, I slowly open my eyes to darkness. The distant moonlight is grasping to shine inside my bedroom. As my eyes open wide, I see a haze of smoke surrounding me. Sitting up in bed, my hand reaches out to grab it. The siren of fire trucks grows louder.

My lungs begin to burn as smoke fills them. I buckle down and cough, gasping for clean air. Fear creeps along the back of my neck, as the hair stands still.


I quickly jump out of bed and immediately feel the heat on my bare feet. Whoa, that’s hot! Remembering what I learned in school, I try to stay low to the ground. Slowly crawling to the window, I try to open it, but the lock is too tight for me to pry.

The heat from inside is getting hotter and hotter. Beads of sweat start to trickle down my face. I can’t see anything. It’s too dark.

The panic builds inside. Banging on the window, “Somebody help me!” The heat on the window burns slightly, but I ignore the pain.

I look out the window to see three fire trucks pull up beside the apartment building. Firefighters race to the hydrants, connecting the water hose, as others rush into the building. Police cars make their way alongside the building as well.

Sudden screams startle me, jolting me away from the window. Mom?!

Keeping low, I crawl to my bedroom door and tap the knob to see if it’s hot. Sudden heat tingles my skin, so I turn around to try and find something to protect my hand. Feeling my way along the floor, I pick up what feels like a t-shirt and head back toward the bedroom door.

The smoke in my room gets thicker and harder to breathe. Constantly coughing, I make way to the door to twist open the knob. Pushing it open, I see flames cover the living room and its walls.

Pictures of my mom and me, plants, furniture; everything I see is burning. Standing up quickly and shielding myself, I yell out, “Mom! Where are you?”

“Roman! Oh, thank God you’re alright?”

Frantically, I look around to see her, but the flames blind my vision. “Mom, I can’t see you.”

“I’m in the foyer; I’m coming to get you! Stay where you are. Keep low baby, keep low!”

Bits of the ceiling above, crash into the living room, engulfing in flames. Heat rises, flames grow higher; panic builds inside. I’m scared.

A heavy pounding crashes onto the apartment’s front door. The muffled sounds of deep voices carry from the other side of it. The pounding continues until a firefighter crashes through the door. I can’t help but scream.

The firefighter grabs hold of me, “Are you okay kid?” Where’s your family?” He quickly inspects my arms and legs for any signs of injury and burns.

Pointing toward the back of the apartment, “My mom is back there and she’s on her way.”

Nodding his head, ‘Let’s get you out of here.”

He talks into his radio, “This is Rivera. I have two residents on the sixth floor in need of extraction. I have the boy with me now.”

Another voice responds through the radio, “On my way, Rivera.”

He wraps what looks like a blanket around my body, “This will prevent you from getting burned.”

I nod my head, “Thank you.”


Turning around, I see my mother reaching us. She pulls me into her arms, “Oh, thank you, thank you. I’m so happy you’re alright.”

I see tears spill out of her eyes, “what took you so long Mom?’

“I got stuck in the foyer. Some debris from upstairs fell. I’m okay though.”

The firefighter wraps a blanket around her, “Are you all right Ma’am? Anyone else in the apartment?”

“Yes, I’m okay. No one else lives here.”

At that moment, another firefighter comes barreling through the front entrance. “We need to get out now before it crumbles!”

Rivera picks me up, “Hold on kid,” and races off into the stairwell of the building. I look behind me and see my mother being carried by the other firefighter.

Smoke and flames surround us, and the unbearable smell fills my nose. I use the blanket to cover it, hoping I can breathe easier. Racing down the stairs, the building trembles and I hear debris falling.

As we pass each floor, cries for help echoed throughout the stairwell as I see firefighters attempt to complete their rescues. The building shakes again, and Rivera stops suddenly, grabbing onto the banister.

“Shit! Hold on to me, kid!”

As our bodies sway along the banister, I see the pieces of the stairwell beneath us crumble and fall into the darkness below. My eyes grow wide, and my breathing stops as fear of falling seeps in.

Rivera looks behind and yells, “We need to turn around! The stairwell is gone! Go back up to the fourth floor, and we’ll jump for it!”

As we turn around, I can see Mom wrapped safely in the firefighter’s arms, and she gives me a warm smile.

We follow closely behind until we reach the fourth floor. My mother’s rescuer runs to the nearest window, but suddenly debris falls in front of them. I hear her scream and the firefighter curse.

Rivera holds onto me tight as he radios for a jumping point. As he’s given his orders, he yells back, “We’re jumping off the west hallway! Follow us!”

He turns to race down another corridor, as I look back to see my Mom in the distance, “Mom!”

Rivera assures me, “Don’t worry kid. He’ll get her out.”

The building trembled again as we rush to the jumping point. I can hear Rivera’s heavy breathing through the oxygen mask, and he squeezes me tighter.

“Almost there. Hold on!”

I see light shine from a busted window casing as we get closer and closer. And as we approach for the jump, I hold with all of my might. Rivera leaps out, pulling me closer.

My eyes shut tight and loud screams from within escape me as we fly through the air. Until suddenly, we are bouncing up and down on a trampoline. As our bodies settle onto the trampoline, I look up at the building. It’s completely covered in flames. Smoke escapes broken windows; firefighters spray water to calm the fires while others are jumping out of the building into safety.

An explosion blasts from inside the building and it immediately begins to crumble into dust.

My heart sinks as I jump off the trampoline and rush toward the building, “Mom!”

Rivera grabs hold of me, “No! Don’t!”

I struggle in his arms, “No! My mom is still in there! She needs my help!”

I continue to struggle as tears trickle down my face as he holds onto me. What feels like forever is probably only a few minutes, my aching body surrenders in his arms.

I look back at the crumbled building as my body shudders. “She didn’t make it, did she?”

“No. I’m sorry son.”


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About the Author:

Madison Street was born in New York City and was raised in the Bronx, where she resided until she was 17 years old. After September 11, Madison joined the United States Navy to serve her country.

During the deployments, Madison constantly wrote short stories and she discovered her passion for writing. You will find Madison always on the computer, whether she’s on Facebook, designing websites, messing with Photoshop, or writing for her blog.

Besides writing, her second passion is music and dance. Even though she’s a terrible singer, she’ll still belt it out in the shower, especially if the song is her jam! She currently resides in Virginia with her husband of 8 years, 2 children, a dog, and a cat. She is so excited to start this amazing journey and is honored to be part of such a compassionate and loving community.

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5 out of 5

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Review for Fall for Him (Forbidden Trilogy Volume 3):

As I approached this last book of the trilogy I had learned a few truths. #1 This author can write!!! #2 She knows how to eek out every little emotion there is. And #3- I want to read more from this author. This is a gritty, gripping last chapter and it is extremely satisfying. This last book has its own share of problems for the two lovers but finally they learn to work together and not against each other.  They finally learn to trust and only then can they find a real and lasting love they both want.  Very Highly Recommended with another 5 stars.

Review for Lie to you (Forbidden Trilogy Volume 2):

The second book in the Forbidden trilogy begins with Joe (Josephine) having to choose between two similar men. She has begun to fall in love with her mystery man but then there is a large stumbling block in the form of another man. Now Joe’s emotions are all over the place. Both men have good qualities but she is drawn to one in particular and so after much anguish (and a lot of hot sex) she makes her choice.

Rebel is her choice but things never go smoothly in Joe’s life so after some wonderful days with Rebel, she makes a mind blowing discovery. At times I wanted to scream at her to just grow up and talk to the man instead of jumping to conclusions but then I had to remind myself that she is barely 21 and has had some things in her past to make her insecure. And she is trying to grow up. The book is skillfully written and brings the reader on this bumpy ride with Joe and Rebel plus a few friends. I read faster and faster wanting a resolution and then she again made her choice. There are tender moments but for the most part this is tough as nails, hard riding relationship and we are just along for the ride. And what a ride! Very Highly Recommended and another 5 stars.

Review for Dance for Me (Forbidden Trilogy Book 1):     

Without a doubt one of the hardest books I have ever read. This is the story of young love. Love between a college senior and a more experienced man. A Mystery man who she meets in the dark as she dances on a slender silver pole. And whom she meets secretly in a motel room. There is hot sex and that is what they each term what they have…just sex, The story tore at my heart strings. It made me hot and it drove me crazy. All of these things in a good way. The writing is sharp and tense and perfect for this story. I was turning my kindle pages as fast as I could as the relationship took form. Then it stopped. With the kind of bang that was deafening. I was dumbfounded and very grateful that I had both the next two books in the trilogy!!! This I a very good book. And getting better. Very Highly Recommended with 5 huge stars.

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Two men. Both brothers. One life-changing decision.

I made my choice. One perfect weekend assured me I was right. One set of pictures proved me wrong.

Graduating college was supposed to be a happy time. Instead, I lost my best friend and suffered the worst kind of betrayal. Now, my whole life is in flux. I need my best friend. I need answers. There’s only one way to fix this. It’s time for a change. It’s time to take back control of my life, and the only way to do it is to face my problems head-on.

Even if it means walking into the lion’s den to do it.

*AUTHOR’S NOTE* Fall for Him is the third and final book in the Forbidden Trilogy. Dance for Me (#1) and Lie to You (#2) must be read first.

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At five, I shut down the computer for the night and straighten up my workspace. Frank, who’s putting the finishing touches on his project, assures me that he’ll lock up when he leaves. Bidding him a good night, I make my way to reception and meet up with Darren, who stands up when he sees me and begins leading the way back to the elevators.

“So how was your first day?” he inquires as we wait for the descending car to arrive.

“Better than I expected,” I admit. I’d already shared with him at lunch that I was leery over working here for fear of running into someone I knew and wanted to avoid until I have a chance to settle in. “It’s my first time applying my degree to the real world. To be honest, I was pretty convinced I’d blow something up on my first day, but it all went as smoothly as I’d hoped. Of course, having you here was a big factor.”

“Oh, girl.” Darren waves his hand through the air, as though disbelieving the compliment. “I’ll tell you what my parents always told me: Never sell yourself short. You have a lot to offer this company.”

“I got the job because of my connections,” I remind him.

Casting me a you’re-an-idiot look, Darren says, “You may have had the right connections, but if you think Mr. Donnelly would hire a skill-less nobody and risk damaging his solid gold reputation, then you’re crazier than I pegged you to be.”

“You think I’m crazy?” I ask, frowning as the little bell on the elevator pings, and the doors begin moving aside.

“Anyone bold enough to wear white after Labor Day…”  he singsongs as he boards the car.

I’m shaking my head, smiling ear-to-ear as I follow him inside. If anyone here is a kook, it’s him, but I already love him for it.

“One please,” Darren says as he steps back and leans against the mirrored wall.

Just realizing that we’re not alone, I glance up to see who he’s talking to…and freeze. Oh, God. I spoke too soon. My stomach drops to my feet as I look up into a familiar set of fathomless black eyes that burn with equal amounts of interest and anger.

The tailored charcoal gray suit and pale pink button-down shirt do nothing to dispel the air of danger surrounding Rebel. With his jacket open at the waist, the material forced back by hands that are shoved deep into his pants pockets and his unapologetic stare fully focused on me, the power that emanates from him is unmistakable.

I’m rethinking everything—the call to Donnelly, the job, and most especially leaving Virginia. I could definitely do with a little more time away.

I suddenly become aware that we are standing here in dead silence, staring each other down, and Darren is a witness to it all. Standing off to the side, he’s watched the whole exchange, and when I look over at him, he lifts a knowing brow.

Great. The secret is out of the bag.

“Miss Hart.” The thunder of Rebel’s voice breaks the prolonged silence like shattering glass and travels straight through me until it is nothing more than a deep throb in the center of my body. Startled, I meet his intense gaze and swallow past the growing lump in my throat.


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USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.

She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.

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I love this book and this author. I felt like Ms Malone was preaching to me. Being a single mother, over 50, and over weight she was showing me what I was missing and where I needed to go. This book really opened my eyes and has started making me think. I laughed and cried while I mulled over the prospects of the rest of my life. She really made me think. Maybe one day I will find the courage to step out of my comfort zone. Thank you for writing this book.

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An After-50 Dating Memoir…or Eight Years, around Eighty Men, but not nearly Eight Thousand Kisses.

There I was. Approaching 50, widowed for 15 years, alone for all that time, except for two kids, one dog, a full-time legal career, a house, a mortgage, some dear friends…and a wish. I just wanted to feel like a woman one more time. Not “Mom.” Not “Your Honor.” Not “Sis.” But, a desirable and desired woman.

I knew I wouldn’t, couldn’t fall in love again. My heart was buried in a grave in Brooklyn. But, I could offer a sense of humor, big blue eyes and intelligent conversation. I wasn’t sure about kissing or anything else; it had been a long time and I was not sure that sex was like riding a bike (which I could no longer do, given a bad knee and too many extra pounds). I was willing to try. Would anyone be interested?

To my surprise, the cyber-world was full of men like me; men who were looking for a second chance at love or lust, with a real woman, a woman just like me.

Cocktales is the true story of my adventures and misadventures in the world of online dating. It is full of practical advice (never wear knee-high hose on a first date, NEVER), giggles, groans and my growth as a woman. I cried a few tears, I made plenty of mistakes, but I also made many friends. I even fell in love. Join me on my journey. It is a roller-coaster ride I think you will enjoy.



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Right before my forty-ninth birthday, I asked my husband if he minded if I had sex with another man. He didn’t answer me, so I persisted.

“Listen, I’m almost fifty years old, I know. Who would want me? I’ve had two kids and a hysterectomy. I’ve got stretch marks, scars and cellulite. And I know I need to lose at least fifty pounds.”

No response.

“It’s been a long dry spell, you know. Almost fifteen years. I think I’m entitled to at least one more orgasm that doesn’t come from something powered by a nine-volt battery.”

Still nothing.

“Okay, then, I take your silence to mean I am on my own in this. You don’t have an opinion one way or the other. Right?” Silence.

It was March and the Yankees were still in Spring Training so I knew so there were no distractions from current league standings or the pitching staff. His side of the bed was ghostly quiet. And empty. He had been dead for almost fifteen years.

I talked to him all the time. Not every minute of the day, but an ongoing dialogue in my head where I kept him informed of the day-to-day minutiae of our lives. I announced major developments then I waited for an answer. Call me crazy, but there were times when I heard his response in my head as clearly as if he had just spoken directly in my ear.

Sometimes, like now, there was nothing. Figure it out for yourself.

So, I turned out the light and sent a silent prayer Heavenward. “God, just once before I am over fifty, let me have sex with a man who wants me, let me remember how to do it. And let me feel. Amen.”


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My pen-name is Morgan Malone. A twist on the old “What is my stripper name? A combination of the name of your first pet and the street you grew up on: Dino Homestead. I opted instead for the name of my first cat and my hometown to create Morgan Malone, an erudite yet brazen hussy, who decided, after 15 years of widowhood, to see if there were any men in America (and parts of Canada) who wanted to have sex with a 50 year-old woman. At least that is what I told myself I was doing. Along my almost ten-year journey through the online dating sites, I discovered men who were just as unsure of their intentions as I was. As I flirted with them, met them and even slept with quite a few, I began peeling off the layers of my emotional armor with less reluctance than I was peeling off my carefully coordinated lingerie. I found some really nice men, some very sexy men, some real dogs and a handful of genuine human beings who became friends as well as lovers. And I started to find myself: not just a mom, a lawyer, a wife and a widow but a woman I did not recognize. Yet there she was: a woman I did not like at times, a woman I thought no man would ever love, a woman who spent the first part of her life being the woman she thought she must be, a woman who was facing the last third of her life, finally, with anticipation.

My adventures and misadventures were met with disbelief by my friends who were convinced, almost to a woman, that the only men interested in a woman of our years was nigh on to 80 and in need of “a nurse and a purse.” So Cocktales has become not only a chronicle of my personal journey from widow to woman, from alone to independent, from needy to satisfied, but an instruction manual for the thousands of women facing the last half of their lives lonely and lacking confidence.

I am a published author of Katarina: Out of Control, an erotic romance with shades of “grey.” In September, my country singer-feisty reporter erotic romance, Unanswered Prayers, will be released by Turquoise Morning Press. I belong to several romance writers groups, with an online membership of several hundred voracious readers, authors, reviewers and bloggers, many of whom encouraged me to write. My blog is read regularly by many of these readers and also the growing audience of listeners who have heard me read my mainstream essays on NPR’s “51%”, a nationally broadcast show directed at women, and also on “Roundtable”, a popular program heard on WAMC, Northeast Public Radio.

I have just turned 62. I live near Saratoga Springs, NY with my chocolate Labrador Retriever. We enjoy occasional visits from my daughter who is a clinical psychologist and my son who is works in internet college sports reporting in Seattle. I paint watercolors, swim as often as I can and still practice law in between writing romance and memoir.

Her latest book is Cocktales: An After-50 Dating Memoir.

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Spotlight: Ringside (North Star #3), by Tracey Ward Reply

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In life and in the ring, you never dish out pain you’re not willing to take.

Kellen and Jenna have been friends for years. A boxer with a shattered past and an artist with a wealthy family, they found each other against all odds. Ever in each other’s corner, they grew up together, watched relationships rise and crumble, and the only one that’s always left standing is their own.

Bound to each other by an unwavering friendship, undeniable love, and a growing desire, timing has never been on their side. Not until now.

Now they’ll find that falling in love was the easy part. That happily ever after doesn’t come softly, and the end of their story is only the beginning.





“Yer a big one, aren’t ya?” Grania asked conversationally.

I glanced down at her. “I’m tall, yeah. From the looks of it I didn’t get that from my grandfather’s side of the family.”

“Oisin was a stout man. Built like an ox but short as a goat. Whatever height ya have ya did’na get it from him. Yer girl tells me yer a fighter.”

“A boxer,” I corrected.

“A boxer, then. Do you win?”

“Almost exclusively.”

She grinned. “Ya did’na get that from him either.”

I sat down slowly, hesitantly. I didn’t take the stool Jenna had been perched on. I sat farther back, across from her with the fire crackling bright between us and our eyes on par.

“What did I get from him?” I asked.

She paused, looking me over again but her heart wasn’t in it. Her mind wasn’t behind it. It was somewhere else entirely.

“Ya asked her to marry ya,” she stated by way of answer.

“I did.”


“Because I love her.”

She hummed thoughtfully. It sounded like a song. “There are two types of men in the world. Men who want to be loved an’ men who love. Beautiful boys like yerself, like Oisin was an’ Mason is, ya want to be loved. Ya want to be looked at an’ adored, an’ that’s all well an’ fine, but it doesn’t keep a woman. If ya don’t ask yerself at the end of each night an’ the start of each day how ya can love her better, then ya have no business getting married at all.”

I chewed on that, pensively staring at her hands that sat weathered and still in her lap. I took my time, her time, probably something she didn’t have much of left, but still I took it. I considered her words and my answer carefully.

I sat forward slowly. “I don’t like people. In fact, I hate them. As far as I’ve seen the vast majority of them are liars and thieves who want one thing from you and they’ll do everything they can to get it, and they’ll leave you broken and alone once they have it. Some people are exceptions. Jenna is an exception, and still I have trouble. Still I have to work to love her every day because I’m fighting against a conditioning that tells me that she’ll ruin me in the end. But still I do it. I do it like I need it to breathe. Like I need it to live, because I do. Because when I’m not loving her, I’m not living. So you can spare me your Old World wisdom and folkish advice because there’s not a person alive or dead that’s walked this earth who could possibly begin to tell me how to love that woman better than I already do.”




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This was a great read! I enjoyed the mystery and the reveal. Sara and Xavier seriously needed to get over themselves and talk about everything. It makes me wonder…would I react the same faced with these same circumstances. Obviously. I’ll never know, but being an arm chair coach is always fun 🙂 I recommend this book and have already gotten my copy of the book in this series. Enjoy!

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Heiress Lady Zara Ravensdale and Xavier Hunt, the gardener’s son, were once inseparable. But before their romance had a chance to bloom, it was crushed by scandal and betrayal. Xavier is now an international celebrity and sexier than sin while Zara is deep in debt, running Ravensdale Manor as an upmarket hotel to make ends meet. Unable to forget the past, Xavier returns to the manor, determined to exact his revenge on the Ravensdale family – once and for all. Together again, passions reignite and the old chemistry becomes impossible to ignore. But Xavier and Zara are both keeping secrets and neither can forget their troubled history. Will they be able to uncover the truth of that night or will Xavier’s need for revenge tear them apart forever? The Billionaire’s Passionate Revenge is the third book in the Billionaire series by bestselling romance author, Jennifer St George. If you love billionaire romance, don’t miss this passionate read!



‘I usually find I’m greeted with, “Good morning, Mr Hunt. May I take your bags, Mr Hunt?” Or, “Nice to see you back. I hope you enjoy your stay . . . Mr Hunt.”’

What was he saying? She opened her mouth to speak but her mind raced with so many memories. She’d often wondered what would happen if they ever came face-to-face. She’d run the scenario in her head countless times. In each of her mental role-plays she’d remained cool and indifferent, not speechless and stupid.

‘What . . . What are you doing here?’ she managed, unable to keep the abject shock from her voice. She knew from occasionally reading about him online that he spent most of his time in the US, where he’d made his billion-dollar fortune.

‘No. I’ve never been greeted with that one.’ His tone was flippant, as though they didn’t have years of tortured history between them. He reached into the cab of his van and pulled out a worn brown leather satchel and slung it over his shoulder. He walked toward the pillared entrance of the manor.

He moved as though the whole world was watching and he didn’t give a damn. So confident and forceful. His simple clothes belied the extraordinary fame of the man.

Of course she’d seen him on his world-famous gardening show and that one time across a crowded room, but . . . But he was nothing like the lanky teenager who’d left Ravensdale in a police van, screaming for revenge.

‘Xavier, wait.’ She raced after him. This was a disaster. Xavier arriving when her first guest was due. She blocked his path. ‘What are you doing here?’ She glanced over her shoulder down the drive. ‘It’s . . . Well, I’ve got someone arriving. Someone is coming to stay. A guest. An important guest.’ God, she was babbling. She took a deep breath. ‘Could you please move the truck and wait for me in the kitchen?’

‘Hmm.’ He stepped in close. She could smell him. Even after all these years, that intoxicating aroma was the same . . . raw masculinity, earthiness and sunshine. Her body flushed with heat. She sucked in a breath, stunned he still had the power to make her heart flutter.

‘Did losing all the family money knock out some of your mental faculties, Zara?’ He tapped her forehead with his fingertips.

She jerked back. ‘I beg your pardon.’ For a man who’d dropped in unannounced he was certainly taking a lot of liberties, even if he had once called Ravensdale home.

His look seemed to ask: Are you the world’s greatest imbecile?

‘I’m the guest,’ he said slowly, as though speaking to someone with limited intelligence.

The muscles in her back and neck pulled rigid. Her hand landed heavily on her breastbone. ‘You . . . You can’t be.’ Xavier would never willingly come back here. He’d made that clearer than the finest Bohemian crystal all those years ago.

‘Why?’ He hitched an eyebrow. ‘Do you have a blue-bloods only policy?’ His words struck like a stinging slap in the cheek.

‘You know I’m not like that.’

Bringing his face down, inches from her own, his hypnotic eyes pinned her to the spot. She resisted the urge to step away, and held her breath. She didn’t want to reveal how his presence sent a quiver of fear up her spine.

‘You know, Zara,’ his voice was low and deliberate, ‘there was a time when I thought I knew everything there was to know about you. That we had trust and a bond so strong, nothing in the world could break it.’ The weight of his words seemed to drive her into the ground. ‘But I was wrong. My time at Ravensdale Manor, and knowing people like you, taught me a valuable life lesson.’

He walked toward the house then stopped, turned slightly and tossed her his keys.

‘Bags are in the back.’ His tone and body language communicated everything.

You are nothing and no one to me.


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Jennifer St George is a best-selling romance author whose sexy stories feature courageous, career-minded heroines and strong heroes in glamorous international settings. She has six books published with Penguin Book’s digital-first imprint, Destiny Romance. Jennifer spent the first 25 years of her career in the corporate world travelling the globe. Many of the exotic locations she’s visited feature in her stories. Jennifer now lives in gorgeous Byron Bay, Australia and writes to the sound of the waves with a view of the beach.
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Wedding cake baker Blair Thomas loves her life. Her business is thriving, her Seattle condo has a great view of the water, and her refurbished ‘65 convertible Mustang “Isadora” is the coolest car ever. She barely even thinks about that jerk she married five years ago. The one who abandoned her after four months of marriage. The one who left a note on her pillow saying, “See you later, babe.”

Seriously, who does that?

So what if she was once obsessively in love with him. He’s her best friend’s older brother and for years he barely even knew she was alive. He never loved her, and he only married her because of a drunken mistake. At least she’s over him.

Definitely over him.

The only problem is Blair never got around to divorcing him so technically they’re still married. And after five years of traveling the world—Nathan “Road” Church—has finally decided to come home. He arrived on Blair’s doorstep this morning, and now he’s in her bathroom taking a shower. The nerve of him! Oh, and did I mention he’s still hot? Blair doesn’t know what to do.

The jerk has returned.

Warning: Contains one sexy jerk, humorous situations, a heroine with obsessive compulsive disorder, cussing and swearing, steamy love scenes, and references to a part of the male anatomy that doesn’t crow like a rooster – but certainly rises in the early morning.


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“Guess that car means something to both of us,” he says softly.

Blair nods, sniffing, still trying to pull herself together. “Yes,” she whispers.

He tilts his head to the side a little, considering her. His hand comes up to her cheek, and she feels him gently wipe away some of her tears with his thumb. It’s a sweet gesture, but then he does something surprising.

Road puts his thumb to his lips, tasting her tears.

Blair’s breath stops at the sight. Stunned. She stares at his mouth, the same mouth she’s stared at a million times with wanting.

His expression is intent. He pulls the thumb away from his lips and brings it back to her face, slides his fingers into her hair, holding her head still.

Road’s eyes drop to her mouth, and she knows exactly what he’s going to do. Blair is almost dizzy. She’s imagined this moment so many times that it’s like it isn’t even real. A hazy mirage. An unattainable place she’s always dreamed of traveling to, but never thought she would.

He bends toward her and the mirage becomes solid at long last as Road leans in and kisses her.

She’s too stunned to respond, to even breathe. His mouth is so tender on hers.

The kiss stays soft at first, but then his lips move and Blair opens her mouth to his with a breathy whimper. He seems to like this because his kiss grows stronger, deeper. Their tongues explore each other as his hand continues to hold her head still for him.

Without thinking, Blair’s arms move up and slide around his neck, pulling him closer. A storm of desire crashes through her and she knows she should pull back, shouldn’t let herself go all in, but the rest of the world has ceased to exist. The taste of Road, so exquisite. Clean and unvarnished. This kiss is the most erotic experience of her life.


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Andrea Simonne grew up as an army brat and discovered she had a talent for creating personas at each new school. The most memorable was a surfer chick named “Ace” who never touched a surf board in her life, but had an impressive collection of puka shell necklaces. Eventually she turned her imagination towards writing. Andrea still enjoys creating personas, though these days they occupy her books. She currently makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two sons







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