#GiveAway -I'LL BE THERE By Samantha Chase ~ Montgomery Brother's

I'LL BE THERE

Montgomery Brother's #6

By Samantha Chase

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Book #6 in New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Samantha Chase's popular Montgomery series

This Montgomery Has a Head for Business
Working for Zach Montgomery is challenging on many levels-coming from a wealthy and powerful family, he lives by his own rules and doesn't answer to anyone. But Gabriella Martine has no intention of backing down. She's used to handling stubborn men, and it doesn't

hurt that Zach is smart, charismatic...and gorgeous.

And a Heart for AdventureZach's perfect world is turned upside down when a climbing accident leaves him broken, angry, and maddeningly dependent. In his slow quest for recovery, Gabriella is always there to help...but as Zach comes to see his beautiful assistant in a new light, he is forced to re-evaluate what it really means to be a man worthy of Gabriella's love.

Releasing Dec 1st, 2015

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New York Times and USA Today Bestseller/contemporary romance writer Samantha Chase released her debut novel, Jordan's Return, in November 2011. Although she waited until she was in her 40's to publish for the first time, writing has been a lifelong passion. Her motivation to take that step was her students: teaching creative writing to elementary age students all the way up through high school and encouraging those students to follow their writing dreams gave Samantha the confidence to take that step as well.

When she's not working on a new story, she spends her time reading contemporary romances, playing way too many games of Scrabble or Solitaire on Facebook and spending time with her husband of 25 years and their two sons in North Carolina.

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#GiveAway - THE LADY WHO LIVED AGAIN By Thomasine Rappold ~ The Sole Survivor Series

THE LADY WHO LIVED AGAIN

The Sole Survivor Series #1

By Thomasine Rappold

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Madeleine Sutter was once the belle of the ball at the popular resort town of Misty Lake, New York. But as the sole survivor of the community’s worst tragedy, she’s come under suspicion. Longing for the life she once enjoyed, she accepts a rare social invitation to the event of the season. Now she will be able to show everyone she’s the same woman they’d always admired—with just one hidden exception: she awoke from the accident with the ability to heal.

Doctor Jace Merrick has fled the failures and futility of city life to start anew in rural Misty Lake. A man of science, he rejects the superstitious chatter surrounding Maddie and finds himself drawn to her confidence and beauty. And when she seduces him into a sham engagement, he agrees to be her ticket back into society, if she supports his new practice—and reveals the details of her remarkable recovery. But when his patients begin to heal miraculously, Jace may have to abandon logic, accept the inexplicable—and surrender to a love beyond reason…

Releasing Dec 8th, 2015

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Jace blinked, staring at the woman. Whatever he’d done to earn her hostility, he’d obviously done it well.

“This is your property?”

“My family owns twelve acres. Hunting is restricted on all of it.” Her spine stiffened like a broomstick. Beneath her simple straw bonnet, wisps of dark hair fringed her pretty face. Specks of hazel and gold sparked in her brown eyes, along with an annoying tinge of righteous indignation. “My grandfather makes exceptions in cases of necessity only.” She eyed him from head to toe. “Since there are several eating establishments in town, and you’re clearly not starving, you can pursue your sport elsewhere.”

“In my defense, Miss Sutter, this hunt was necessary.”

“Is that so?”

His business was none of her concern, but the challenge in her skeptical tone got the best of him. “Your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Tremont, is a patient of mine. Her weight has dropped drastically, and her appetite continues to wane.”

Her smug tone faded. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she muttered, looking genuinely distressed.

“The woman has a craving for fresh venison. I apologize for trespassing, but I intend to provide it.”

She lowered her eyes, and Jace couldn’t help enjoying her contrite response.

“Had you not intervened with my deer, I’d have no reason to dally here. On your property,” he added, just for the hell of it.

“Well, don’t let me keep you,” she snapped. “Good luck with Mrs. Tremont.” Her hard look softened again, as did the harshness in her voice. “Please send her my regards.”

With a lift of her chin, she collected her market basket from where it sat beside a log, then hurried away. Jace stared after her, absorbing the view. She held her head high, her stance rigid and aloof. Her frame was small but curvaceous, possessing the perfect measure of female proportions. Ample breasts, narrow waist, pleasing backside.

Of course, one had to get past the bloodstained dress to appreciate what lay beneath, but as a doctor who’d seduced dozens of nurses whose aprons were soaked with far worse, this posed no problem for Jace. Her slender form moved swiftly as she made her way down the path through the field, but her pace was slowing. He detected a slight limp in her gait, though from this distance, he couldn’t be sure.

“Madeline Sutter,” he mumbled, shaking his head. What kind of woman went about pulling arrows from dying deer?

Jace had met some odd people during the month since he’d arrived in town, but he’d yet to meet anyone like Miss Sutter. Dragging his gaze from the fading view of her, he squatted before the patch of blood in the grass where his deer had fallen.

From the amount of blood and crimson color, Jace agreed with Miss Sutter’s assessment of the situation. The animal was certain to bleed to death before getting far. It had to be dead on its feet to have allowed her anywhere near it, let alone remove the arrow. How it summoned the stamina to move on, Jace hadn’t a clue, but he knew it would bed down in dense cover as soon as it could. Like any diligent hunter, Jace was obligated to recover it.

He reexamined the arrow. The hair attached was coarse, dark gray with dark tips, and two or so inches long. This evidence indicated a perfect kill shot behind the shoulder, not in the gut, as the girl had claimed.

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Author Info:

A three-time RWA Golden Heart nominee, Thomasine Rappold writes historical romance and historical romance with paranormal elements. She lives with her husband in a small town in upstate New
York that inspired her current series. When she’s not spinning tales of passion and angst, she enjoys spending time with her family, fishing on one of the nearby lakes, and basking on the beach in Cape Cod. Thomasine is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Capital Region Romance Writers. Readers can find her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter: @ThomRappold.

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#GiveAway - HEARTBREAK AND HONOR By Collette Cameron

HEARTBREAK AND HONOR

Highland Heather, Romancing a Scot #3

By Collette Cameron

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Abducted by a band of renegade Scots, Highland gypsy Tasara Faas doesn’t hesitate to blacken the eye of her rescuer when the charming duke attempts to steal a kiss. Afterward, Tasara learns she’s the long-lost heiress Alexandra Atterberry and is expected to take her place among the elite society she’s always disdained.

Lucan, the Duke of Harcourt, promised his gravely ill mother he’d procure a wife by Christmastide, but intrigued by the feisty lass he saved in Scotland, he finds the haut ton ladies lacking. Spying Alexa at a London ball, he impulsively decides to make the knife-wielding gypsy his bride despite her aversion to him and her determination to return to the Highlands.

The adversary responsible for Alexa’s disappearance as a toddler still covets her fortune and joins forces with Harcourt’s arch nemesis. Amidst a series of suspicious misfortunes, Lucan endeavors to win Alexa’s love and expose the conspirators but only succeeds in reaffirming Alexa’s belief that she is inadequate to become his duchess.

Released Dec 2nd, 2015

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A click announced the lock giving way.

Creaking on unoiled hinges, the door edged open, inch-by-cautious-inch, and as it did, the brutal sounds from below filtered into the chamber. Light from the corridor’s brackets illumined a sinister, black-clad form.

A disheveled man paused at the threshold, his coat unbuttoned and a pistol protruding from his waistband. In one hand, he held a sword at the ready, and in the other, he brandished a dirk. Legs braced, he stood at the entrance like a buccaneer balancing atop a ship’s deck. 

A pirate in the Scottish Highlands? 

She blinked, slapping aside the ridiculous notion. Lack of food and sleep made her imagination run amuck.

For a tormenting instant, Tasara feared the ethereal body Satan himself, except she doubted the devil possessed pale blond hair and required blades to inflict mortal damage.

Fallen angel seemed more apt for the apparition illumined within the doorway.

She strained to see the man’s face. The dim interior hid his features except for a well-defined profile and a strong jawline. Evil men weren’t supposed to be attractive.

Stance wide, and her hand lifted to bury her knife, she waited for the intruder to move away from the door’s protection.

She must defend the children, no matter the cost. 

“Tathara?” Lala’s plaintive cry filled the chamber. “Piuthar, where be ye?”

The man’s head whipped toward the bed.

The bedding rustled, and a tear-logged voice whimpered, “Me be ascared. I hearded screaming.” 

Advancing farther into the room, the intruder looked this way and that. Light from the passageway spilled across the threshold but failed to reach the bed or the room’s outer edges. 

“A child? Might have told me,” he muttered in a clipped British accent while sheathing his weapons. “No matter, I suppose. A female’s a female.”

My God, what did the debauched knave intend?

The same loathsome things the Scots threatened?

Not as long as Tasara’s heart pumped, he wouldn’t. She shifted, ready to spring. A wee bit farther and she’d have a clear target. He would taste her blade before he laid one finger upon Lala.

The man faced the bed and extended his arms. “Come, sweeting, let’s be about it then. I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

How dare he, the loathsome degenerate? Tasara made an inarticulate noise.

He whirled, his body tense and alert. 

“Tathara!” Terror resonated in Lala’s high-pitched cry.

Tasara lunged, swinging the blade in an arc intended for his neck. “Depraved sot.”

Ducking, he leaped away, her dagger slicing air instead of flesh. Half-crouched and keenly alert, he regarded her.

“Ah, the gypsy wench I expected.” Straightening, and apparently unperturbed at practically being skewered, he pointed at her dagger. “I do believe you tried to impale me. Most ungrateful of you, I must say.”

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Award winning, Amazon best-selling, and multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master's in Teaching. A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette’s been married for thirty years, has three amazing adult children, and
five dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You'll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.

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#Review - FOOLING AROUND WITH CINDERELLA By Stacy Juba

FOOLING AROUND WITH CINDERELLA

Storybook Valley #1

By Stacy Juba

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What happens when the glass slippers pinch Cinderella's toes?

When Jaine Andersen proposes a new marketing role to the local amusement park, general manager Dylan Callahan charms her into filling Cinderella’s glass slippers for the summer. Her reign transforms Jaine’s ordinary life into chaos that would bewilder a fairy godmother. Secretly dating her bad boy boss, running wedding errands for her ungrateful sisters, and defending herself from the park’s resident villain means Jaine needs lots more than a comfy pair of shoes to restore order in her kingdom.

First in the Storybook Valley series, a blend of sweet romance, chick lit, and fairy tale fun.

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Stacy Juba got engaged at Epcot Theme Park and spent part of her honeymoon at Disneyland Paris, where she ate a burger, went on fast rides, and threw up on the train ride to the hotel. In addition to working on her new Storybook Valley chick lit/sweet romance series,
Stacy has written books about ice hockey, teen psychics, U.S. flag etiquette for kids, and determined women sleuths. She has had a novel ranked as #5 in the Nook Store and #30 on the Amazon Kindle Paid List. 

When she’s not visiting theme parks with her family, (avoiding rides that spin and exotic hamburgers), or writing about them, Stacy helps authors to strengthen their manuscripts through her Crossroads Editing Service. She is currently writing the next book in the Storybook Valley Series, Prancing Around with Sleeping Beauty.

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DO YOU BELIEVE IN SANTA?

Evergreen Lane #1

By Sierra Donovan

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Miracles don’t just happen on 34th Street. They can happen right in your living room—if you’re willing to believe…

What grown woman claims to have seen Santa Claus? Mandy Reese, for one—on a very special Christmas Eve when she was eight years old. These days, Mandy works at a year-round Christmas store in Tall Pine, California, where customers love to hear about her childhood encounter with Saint Nick. But when Jake Wyndham arrives in town—charming, gorgeous, extremely practical—Mandy faces a dilemma. Deny what she saw, or let Jake think she’s sugarplum crazy?

Jake scouts hotel locations all over the country, but he’s never met anyone quite like Mandy before. Her warmth and sparkle are irresistible, but…meeting Santa? Really? Jake’s no Scrooge but he’s definitely skeptical. Then again, there are all kinds of things Jake never experienced until he came to Tall Pine. Like autumn snow. Mind blowing kisses. And the magic of falling head-over-heels, madly in love…

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Most days, Mandy brought her own lunch and ate it in the back room, but today she felt like getting out.
She stepped onto the sidewalk and breathed in the evergreen scent that Tall Pine was blessed with all year round. Most people who lived here said they stopped smelling it after a while, but Mandy never did, and she never got tired of it.
Not sure what she was hungry for, she turned to the right of the store, where most of the restaurants were located. As she approached the Pine ’n’ Dine, she noticed a familiar-looking man seated at a table near the black wrought-iron fence that enclosed the restaurant’s patio. Thick brown hair, light blue polo shirt, khaki slacks . . . and a folded bag from The North Pole on the table in front of him. Yep. It was the man who’d just bought the pinecone necklace.
He was facing the street corner just past the cafe, his left side to the street, giving Mandy a view of his profile. He leaned slightly back in his chair, a large tablet of paper resting on his knee. A pen or pencil moved over the page, and as she got closer, Mandy made out a studious expression on his face. Sketching? Curious, she stepped closer to the wrought iron fence, trying to sneak a glimpse.
Instead of a drawing, she saw a lined sheet with columns of handwritten figures.
Numbers, she thought. Disappointed, she started to sidle away, but her shoe scraped on the gravel, and he turned in her direction.
The slight furrow disappeared from his brow, and a wide smile crossed his face. “Hey, it’s the Christmas girl.”
His quick transformation caught Mandy off guard. “That’s what they call me.”
“Always?” As she fumbled for a response, he prodded, “You must have a name.”
“Mandy.” She smiled. “Mandy Reese.”
“Jake Wyndham.” Straightening in his chair, he held out a hand to her over the bars of the little fence. “It’s nice to run into you again.”
She took his hand and felt her smile get bigger. “Long time no see.”
Brown eyes met hers with a steady, perceptive look. No wonder she’d pegged him for an artist, instead of an accountant or whatever he was. Mandy fought off a sense of self-consciousness.
Jake released her hand and shifted in his chair. “So, help me out.” With his pencil, he tapped the menu on the table in front of him. “I haven’t ordered yet. What’s good here?”
That was easy. “I love the Chinese chicken salad.”
He nodded. “Do you have a second choice, keeping in mind that I’m a guy?”
Mandy fumbled for a response. Was he flirting with her? It wasn’t like she had a lot of practice, so it was hard to tell. The local men her own age were all the same ones who’d teased her in school, and the clientele at The North Pole wasn’t heavily male. Last summer a customer had asked her out, but she didn’t think one sixteen-year-old blond surfer dude really counted. Mandy Reese. Twenty-four- year-old cougar.
“I don’t suppose you’d care to join me?” he asked.
Her heart thumped. Maybe he was flirting, or maybe he was just being friendly. Either way, she didn’t take long to debate her answer. “Sure.”
Mandy circled to the restaurant’s entrance to join him. Didn’t he know she hadn’t even gone to her prom? Of course he didn’t. Not that this was anything like prom. Just a friendly lunch, not exactly a date.
After they ordered, Mandy nodded toward the tablet Jake had stashed on the unoccupied chair at his right. “So, what’s with all the numbers?”
“Well, here’s the deal.” Jake glanced at the pad of figures. “I work for Regal Hotels. It’s a national chain. Have you heard of it?”
She recognized the name from television commercials. Mandy nodded.
“They sent me to see about opening a new location out here. Sometimes things look good on paper, but you can’t be sure until you come up and see a place.” He nodded at the pad on the chair, like a third party at their lunch. “So far it feels great. This is a really nice little town.”
He looked at her as if he were paying her a personal compliment. When Mandy didn’t respond, he went on.
“So for starters, I come up here, talk to some people, crunch some numbers. Get a feel for the population, how much tourist traffic there is, cost of putting in a location. That’s step one. If everything looks good, I start working with city officials, checking into land availability, permits, that kind of thing.”
“Oh.” So their little chat was actually a fact-finding mission. Mandy looked at the tablet again. She decided she didn’t much care for the uninvited guest on the chair between them.
Something else about his mission niggled, and she wasn’t sure what it was.
“Tall Pine is more than numbers,” she heard herself say.
“Of course it is.” His brown eyes took on a puzzled look. “That’s why I’m here.”
Their waitress arrived with their drinks—a Coke for Jake, iced tea for Mandy. The interruption gave Mandy a chance to remember that he was just\ doing his job. She plucked the slice of lemon from the edge of her glass and adjusted her expectations, officially filing this lunch under not-a-date.
“You say you’ve lived here your whole life?” he asked when the waitress left.
She nodded.
He rested his chin on his folded hands. “And you don’t like the idea of someone coming here and sizing up your town.”
“I guess that’s it.” She stirred her tea. “Sorry. Nothing personal.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s your home.” Jake contemplated her. “It’s smaller than the other areas I’ve worked in,” he said. “We’ve been in the major cities for a long time, and a whole lot of the suburbs too. The thinking is, when we branch out to nice tourist towns like this one, customers can find a place to stay that’s consistent. We’re not fancy, but we’re dependable. People know what to expect from a national chain.”
That was the problem.
“You’re going to have a hard time here,” she said.
“How so?”
“You’re talking about a national chain. Look around you.”
Jake obliged, casting his gaze up and down the sun-dappled street.
“Do you see any fast-food franchises? Chain department stores? Even our grocery store is mom--and-pop.”
“And I’ll bet you pay higher prices because of that.”
“Maybe.” She shrugged. “The nearest town is Rolling Hills, and they don’t have a chain grocery either. I’d say the nearest one is an hour away, so I don’t go comparison shopping. Some people go down the hill to buy their groceries once a week, or a couple times a month—”
“And the town loses business that way.”
Mandy bit her lip.
He leaned forward. “You see, once a Regal Hotel opened up here, there’d be more jobs. More shoppers. More money would stay up here, because you’d have more customers for your stores.”
She couldn’t argue with that. But—“You’re missing the point.” She gestured out toward the sidewalk. “It’s deliberate. They’ve made it a point to keep big nationwide businesses out of Tall Pine. So it doesn’t look like every other town in America. It has its own personality. Its own—”
“Character.” He nodded. “I get what you’re saying. But if you weigh the benefits—”
He was back to ledger sheets again. She held up her hands. “Remember, it’s not me you need to convince.”
“But it’s a lot of people who feel the same way you do.” He didn’t seem particularly wounded. In fact, he smiled. “A small army of Mandys.”
She felt the corners of her mouth tug up. “Makes me sound kind of dangerous.”
“Oh, I can think of worse things.”
Their food arrived. At a loss, Mandy jabbed at her Chinese chicken salad. Here she was, across the table from a nice-looking man who seemed like a decent person, and she was arguing with him. And he was being so calm and reasonable she had no right to get mad at him.
“Hey,” he said when they’d been eating in silence for a minute or so.
Mandy looked up. His eyes were serious now. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at her so directly. Why did he have to be talking about hotels, for heaven’s sake?
“Thanks for being honest. You’ve given me an idea what I’ll be going up against, and I understand.” His eyes wouldn’t let her go. “But I want you to know—I’m not here to ruin any of this. I meant what I said. I’ve just been here a few hours, and I really like it. I won’t be bringing in bulldozers towing in half a dozen McDonald’s or what-have-you. It’s just one hotel.”
“But as soon as there’s one chain outfit, it opens the door for more. That’s the way the town council’s going to see it.”
He nodded, and they finished their lunch.
When the waitress brought their bill, Mandy reached across the table for it. “How much do I—?”
Jake brought his hand out and laid it on top of hers. “No. My treat. I invited you.”
He imagined a warm little current running from her hand to his. Maybe she felt it too, because her blue eyes looked at him uncertainly.
“Thank you.” Her smile, so quick at the store, was a little dimmer out here.
“No problem.” He returned her smile, hoping to bring up the wattage in hers. “I enjoyed the company.”
That reserved look remained, and it dawned on him: this had started out as a friendly lunch, and he’d been all business. Stupid.
Jake set out his payment card in the plastic tray the waitress provided. He used his personal card rather than the corporate one, although the company paid for his meals when he was on the road. Mandy wouldn’t be aware of the difference, but he’d know.
The waitress brought his card back, Jake signed the payment slip, and they rose to leave. “Mandy, I want to ask you two favors.”
“What?”
“People don’t know why I’m here yet. For the first couple days, I’d like to keep it that way while I’m asking around about things. It’s easier to get a natural answer when they’re not thinking about why I’m asking. Could you not mention it to anyone yet?”
“Okay,” she said cautiously.
“Number two.” He drew himself up a little straighter and plunged ahead. “I just wasted a perfectly good lunch talking business with you. It’s not what I planned on. Would you go out with me tonight? No shoptalk this time. I promise.”
The faint furrows between her brows faded.
“You mean, like dinner?”
“Dinner, maybe a movie—you name it.”
She seemed . . . what? Unsure what he meant? Resistant to the idea? The sandwich he’d just eaten formed a ball in Jake’s stomach. He must have come off like a real jerk.
“Okay,” she said, still looking a little confounded.
“Where can I pick you up? I’ll meet you at the store if that makes you more comfortable.”
“Oh.” She glanced down at her clothes. The simple blouse and slacks she wore now looked fine to Jake.
“You wouldn’t need to change unless you really want to,” he said. “That is, we could save the caviar and escargot for the second date. I mean, if you . . .” He trailed off.
And suddenly, there it was. A warm smile, worthy of the ones he’d seen back at the store. Jake’s stomach loosened.
“I was just thinking I should go home and get a sweater before we go. It gets a little chillier at night.” Mandy dipped back down to the table and grabbed a paper napkin. “I’ll write down directions.”
“I have a GPS.”
She fished a pen out of her purse. “The roads up here give GPS nightmares.”
She leaned over the table, and Jake watched dark waves of hair fall against her cheek as she filled the napkin with a series of lines, curves, and captions with street names. To his relief, she added her address and phone number at the bottom. Which one would get him lost first, between Mandy’s directions and his GPS—at this point, he couldn’t tell.
He took the napkin from her and squinted. “Let’s see. Turn left at the X, follow the squiggly line, make a right at the arrow—”
“Hush. You’ll thank me.”
They parted on the sidewalk, with Mandy heading back to her store while Jake continued his walking tour. He’d just had lunch, but he felt lighter as he headed down the street.
Then he rounded a corner, and his cell phone went crazy.
Bzzt. Bzzt.
He pulled the cumbersome thing out of his pocket and watched the messages load.
When it was over, he saw he’d missed eleven e-mails, three texts and a voice mail. Probably Mark at the home office, wondering if Jake had fallen into a hole. He scrolled back and found that the string of messages started at ten-fifteen. Obviously, Tall Pine was in a cell phone dead spot with occasional pockets of service.
Oddly enough, he hadn’t even noticed until now.
Mandy-the-Christmas-girl had gotten him a little distracted.
He liked her. A lot. A light shroud of shyness seemed to surround her, but he hadn’t seen a hint of it in the shop, or while she’d balked at the idea of his planting a hotel in her hometown. He wondered if she was right about the reaction he could expect from the rest of Tall Pine.
Jake thought about the look on her face when he told her why he’d come here. Startled. Disillusioned. Maybe even betrayed.
Almost like he’d told her there was no Santa Claus.

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Sierra Donovan is a wife, a mother of two and a writer, though not
always in that order. Her greatest joy is helping people find true love on the printed page. She is a firm believer in Christmas, classic movies, happy endings and the healing power of chocolate. Sierra’s first novel, Love On The Air, was a Holt Medallion finalist. Her 2014 Kensington debut, No Christmas Like The Present, won the Golden Quill Award for Sweet Traditional Romance. Her
2015 novel, Do You Believe In Santa? marks the beginning of Sierra's new Evergreen Lane series. You can email Sierra at sierra_donovan@yahoo.com, or
visit her website at www.sierradonovan.com.

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When Maxwell Trent, Duke of Highclyff arrives at the ball of the season, Lady Felicity Stratford can scarcely believe her eyes or control her beating heart. Ten years ago, Max left Felicity in the wake of a scandalous duel and sailed off to the West Indies. Having only just recovered her reputation and about to embark on a long-awaited engagement, the duke is the last man Felicity wants to see back in London, even if he is the only man she’s ever loved.

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Released Nov 24th, 2015

Avon Impulse

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Eve Marie Perry writes both witty books and dry academic papers from her home in Central Texas. There she lives with her professor husband, an overgrown German Shepherd, and a gigantic collection of Nancy Drew novels.

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Anne-Marie Rivers is an avid Gators fan, former celebrity publicist, passionate animal advocate, world traveler and proud wife & mother. She writes Regency romance about couples who have to fight to make their happily ever after come true. annemarierivers.com

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Liana De la Rosa wrangles her small children by day, and writes Georgian and Regency set historical romance by night. For details on her current project, visit her at www.lianainbloom.com.

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Susannah Erwin is a former Hollywood studio executive who appreciates intelligent heroines, independent heroes and happy ever afters that leave the reader sighing. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and one very curious cat.

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Cheryl Tapper and her husband live in South Eastern Pennsylvania, where they are doting parents to two Havanese pups who sometimes allow them the illusion that they have some level of authority in their own home.

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