Release Date: December 15, 2019
Cover Designer: Vanilla Lily
When Emma Grant caught her boyfriend cheating just days before Christmas, she hatched a plan with her best friend to escape for the holidays.But her getaway wasn’t quite what she’d thought it would be as a record-breaking blizzard chased her up into the mountains of Tennessee where she found herself stranded in a one-bedroom cabin with a man she’d never met. That gorgeous guy just might bring her a magical Christmas—and a happily ever after—beyond her wildest dreams.
The sun had gone down, and the huge snowflakes I’d seen in the parking lot were nothing compared to what appeared to be a whiteout. It wasn’t quite that bad—I could still see thirty or forty feet in front of my SUV but not well. A four-hour drive had turned into six, and I had no idea when I’d reach the town limits.
My cell phone had chirped more times than I could count, but I was too afraid to take my eyes off the road or my hands off the wheel to see who it was. I could only imagine it was Cole, or worse, his cousin. It was late, and the guy didn’t even know me. I hoped to God he was a night owl; otherwise, he was likely pretty angry.
When I thought I’d just pull over and take my chances on the side of the road until the sun came up, I came around a curve and the lights of civilization burned through the white blanket in the sky, a haze making them almost ethereal. I’d never been so excited to see a Chevron and McDonald’s in my life. I made my way to the golden arches and pulled into a space right outside their door to call JD.
I’d missed forty-seven text messages from Cole and had six voicemails. There were two calls from a number I didn’t recognize until I looked at the text Cole had sent me with his cousin’s contact information. It took longer than I hoped to read through all of the messages my best friend had sent, starting from silly to angry and then downright paranoid—all with weather warnings that would have been helpful an hour earlier than they’d come.
I decided to deal with Cole after I returned his cousin’s calls since JD was the one waiting for me. But his number went straight to voicemail. If I’d just listened to the messages he’d left, I wouldn’t still be sitting here. I would have realized that he was at the cabin, waiting for my arrival to let me in and give me the keys. I wouldn’t say that he sounded angry, but I doubted I was one of his favorite people right about now; however, that could just be my being overly optimistic.
Before I got back on the road, I sent Cole a message, telling him I had another five miles to go, and then I tossed my cell phone back into the seat. If I thought the trek I’d just made was bad, it was nothing compared to the last few miles of my journey. The road hung off the side of a mountain, and it was paved in ice. For a girl who’d never driven in snow, this was the worst adventure of my life. All I wanted to do was get inside where it was warm and down a bottle of wine to calm my frazzled nerves.
But when GPS indicated I’d arrived at my destination, there was no destination to be found—just a winter wonderland that stretched on as far as the eye could see, which admittedly wasn’t all that far at the moment. I assumed the driveway was on one side of the mailbox, I just wasn’t sure which side. As I sat there, pressing the brakes, I started to slide and realized the time for debating had come to an abrupt halt. I turned the wheel to the right and prayed I’d taken the driveway toward—something.
Indeed, I had. Just as the SUV went perpendicular to the main road, the driveway dipped into a steep incline that ended at a quaint little chalet. Smoke came from the chimney, and one or two of the lights glowed from the front windows. And as lovely as that scene was, it was trumped by the fact that my car was sliding straight down the hill and into what looked like a very expensive GMC truck. There was nowhere to go. The house barely clung to the side of a mountain, and on the other side was nothing but a cliff leading to a valley. In a split second, I had to decide—the truck’s death or my own.
I prayed the owner of that black machine would forgive me as I slammed into the tailgate. The seatbelt pulled tight against my chest as my body lurched forward in opposition. That muted sound of metal crunching metal pierced the night air, and by the time I’d finally stopped moving, I had an audience of one, and “Jingle Bells” played on my car horn that my arm rested against. I’d bet money the giant looming off to my right with his hands planted firmly on his hips was none other than JD.
And it was just my luck, JD was nothing like Cole and every bit a man who’d tease my dreams. Dark hair, broad shoulders, and a tic in his strong jaw that I could see from here. For the second time in less than eight hours, I tried to hold on to my wounded pride and lifted my arm from the horn so the music wouldn’t keep ringing into the night.
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Title: The Complete Package (The Jake Davis Box Set) Author: Leigh Lennon Genre: Holiday Romance Release Date: December 5, 2019 Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
The Holiday Package and The Sweetest Package are now in a box set called The Complete Package.
The Holiday Package A Jake Davis Story Book 1
Ten days. The Cayman Islands. A holiday trip to forget the woman I lost. Suddenly, I’m face to face with the sassiest and hardest of women, who may be able to make me forget all I left behind. And I want her! This vacation is about moving on. The saucy little ginger flaunting her perfect curvy body in her next to nothing bikinis can be the distraction I need to forget it all. Her fire and brimstone attitude leaves me in constant arousal. And she proposes a holiday affair, one I gladly accept knowing this is a hell of a risk to my already floundering heart. But in the end, will I be able to say goodbye?
The Sweetest Package A Jake Davis Story Book 2
Jake: Ten days was all we had. It was supposed to be casual; just sex. Hell, the best laid plans were blown to pieces as I found myself watching my heart drive away. Sure, I let her go, but I’ve not been the same since she’s been gone.
Sasha: How can my heart beat so differently for a man I knew only for eight days? He let me go. Sure, I could have stuck around to fight for him. I should have. Hell, I wanted to. But then I understood what true love really means and I had to choose. Now I am back, immersed in his life. Can he accept everything I’ve done in the name of love?
Leigh Lennon is a mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.
Title: Twisted Surprise (A Twisted Fate Christmas Novella) Author: Emery Jacobs Genre: Contemporary/ Holiday Romance Release Date: November 15, 2019 Designer: Amy Queau at Q Design Photographer: Max Ellis Model: Drew Truckle Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
Or at least it’s supposed to be. With the holidays quickly approaching, Jovie is looking forward to spending some quality time with her boyfriend Jack. First a family Thanksgiving in Brownsboro, Georgia with her parents, followed by a magical Christmas with their friends back in Houston. But Jack’s disappearing act leaves Jovie wondering if their relationship will even survive the holidays. Ready for a Twisted Surprise? Unwrap this romantic Christmas tale to find out what Jack’s been hiding!
Emery grew up in Southern Arkansas and has lived most of her adult life in Northern Louisiana. She spends her days working as a Nurse Practitioner in rural health and her nights reading, writing, and occasionally sleeping.
She loves real life romance…lots of angst and heartbreak, but always a happy ending.
A Whole New Duke
Publication date: November 10th 2019
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance
The Dark Duke they call him.
And he certainly matches up to his name. From his looks to his constantly furrowed brow, Miss Beatrice Edgerton is under no illusions as to the status of their arranged marriage.
It will be very much one of convenience. With him conveniently providing the title her family so desperately wants and her family bringing in plenty of money for his dilapidated home. She is simply grateful he is younger than her first husband.
Lord Morton, Duke of Hartwich, is only a little perturbed by the vibrant Beatrice. After all, he sets her straight from the very first day of their marriage—this is one of mutual benefit. In one way only. She can expect no affection or romance from him.
Because, frankly, he is incapable of such things. Being a one-legged duke with a slightly dark past brings enough challenges without him having to worry about a wife too. His days of concern for anyone are long gone.
Unfortunately, It is not only the duke’s dark demeanor she has to deal with. Someone is trying to cause trouble for them but they cannot fathom who or why.
Grace is determined to make the best of the situation, even whilst spending Christmas with the duke alone in the eerie Hartwich Hall. Why, perhaps she might even be able to change the duke’s mind about their relationship.
Especially after they share a fiery kiss…or three…
Straightening her shoulders, Bea marched toward Adam. She kept her chin lifted and her gaze set upon her target. Nothing was going to dissuade her today. After all, she had spent too many days watching him ride in the crisp morning air with a pang of jealousy. It was high time she learned to ride too.
And her husband was going to teach her whether he liked it or not.
He glanced her way and she saw his shoulders stiffen. He said something to the groom, who retreated into the shadows of the stable block, leaving them alone in the bitter morning. If it did not snow by Christmas, Bea would be surprised indeed.
Most mornings, a hard frost lay upon the ground, lit by bright, misty sunshine. All it needed was a little warmth in the air and snow would be upon them. She was rather looking forward to seeing what Hartwich Hall looked like in the snow. Would it appear more attractive? Less harsh and ancient?
“What can I do for you, Bea?”
She met his gaze firmly and squared her posture as though readying herself for a fight. Which it would likely be. Though they had managed not to argue since the night they shared a bed, it was only a matter of time, and she doubted he would be excited about sparing the time to teach her.
However, she was a duchess, and it seemed correct that she should know how to ride. Not to mention, she envied his freedom. Whilst she enjoyed a good walk—especially now she knew where she was going—the speed and excitement of riding seemed enthralling. She had been deliberately getting to know the horses to overcome any lingering fears just so she could ask Adam this…
“I would like to learn to ride.”
The corners of his lips curved. “You do not even like horses, Bea.”
She scowled at this. “I did not like horses. I do now that Persephone and I have bonded. And I wish to learn how to ride. I think you should teach me.”
He shook his head. “No.” He turned on his heel and marched over to the water pump, setting a bucket underneath it.
“No?” she repeated, hastening after him. “What sort of an answer is that?”
He spared her a quick glance as he began to pump. “A negative one, I believe.”
She exhaled. “I think it proper that I should learn.”
“Many women do not ride. I think it quite proper that you do not.” Adam worked the pump vigorously, drawing her attention to the muscles in his arms as they flexed against the pale white of his shirt.
A tiny shiver ran through her while she recalled that very arm being wrapped around her the other night when she had been so cold. Sometimes, she could swear her husband was two different men. The one who was determined to ignore and frustrate her at every turn and the gentleman who could be soft and even kind at times. For all his frustration with her, at least she was damn well predictable.
Forcing her gaze away, she propped her hands on her hips. She could not allow him to distract her. “If you do not teach me, I shall find someone else who will.”
He shook his head again. “No one will teach you, be assured of that.”
“Because you will tell them not to? Because you will threaten their jobs?”
He smiled. “Precisely.”
“You are…just…just awful sometimes.”
He hefted up the bucket. “Don’t I know it.”
Bea followed him as he took the bucket into the stable block and poured it out into a trough. “It would be simple enough to teach me, surely? Just think, if I can ride, I will not have to plague you so much.”
“A welcome prospect indeed but you are not riding, Bea, and that is final.”
He moved past her and out of the building as though she did not exist. She followed him out to the water pump again. “You cannot dictate what I do, Adam.”
“I am your husband. I can do precisely that,” he said.
“I shall learn, one way or another. I shall just climb up on a horse and hope for the best.”
His jaw tensed and dropped the bucket to the floor and faced her fully. “You damn well will not.”
“I absolutely will.”
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and tickled his cheek. “Told ya.”
reaction in his body. Blood pounded south in great, galloping leaps and bounds
to pool in his crotch. Jack hadn’t experienced an insta-hard-on like that in
years. He quickly shifted the black script binder across his lap.
so.” Then her lips pursed. “Okay, you’ve piqued my curiosity. Exactly how have
into a beautiful woman.”
color of ripe strawberries. It made Jack wonder if her nipples were the same
color. Or would turn that color after he used his lips on them. “Um, thank you.
And let me just say that adding a few pounds of pure muscle didn’t hurt you any,
little harder, see what developed. “Here I thought you were going to comment on
my righteously masculine goatee.”
her hand rose, scraped along the end-of-day stubble on his cheeks to trace the
outline of the goatee. “It, ah, makes you look devilish.”
his as her hands dropped to her lap. “You want to dance?”
much more difficult. Jack sighed. “Metaphorically.” When she still looked
bewildered, he continued. “Forget it. Do you want to have dinner with me?”
at her hands twisting together. “That depends.”
Jack didn’t want her take on the crisis in Syria. Why would a simple dinner invite
come with conditions? “On what?”
as if to check they were still alone. Or as alone as you could get in a three hundred-seat
theatre full of people milling about from the lobby to the dressing rooms. “Are
you just lonely, Jack? Because of Ty?”
myself,” he growled.
is, do you want to have dinner with just anyone? Or do you want to have dinner
with me?” She fluttered her hands up to cover her heart.
why she had the crazy female insecurity, but at least he knew what she was
driving at. “I want to have dinner with you. Only you. Not because we used to
be good friends. Not even because we’ve slid pretty well back into those roles.
And not just dinner.” Jack grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re a beautiful woman who heats me up every time you slide those cool lake eyes
over me. With enough talent and know-how and passion for my business to make
for interesting conversation. So what I want from you, Becca, is a date.”
blush again. Or look away. Or for that matter, look flustered at all. Instead, she
mimicked his pose, putting her hand to his mouth. Rubbed her soft thumb in a
slow glide across his lower lip. Her eyes darkened from the clear blue of Lake
Harriet in the summer to the darkness of a winter’s night.
course I’ll go out with you.”
size, women never failed to confound him. Jack didn’t know what he’d said to
peel off her timidity. Didn’t care, either. Just looked forward to an evening
filled with more surprises from the woman he was discovering he liked even more
than the girl he used to adore.
three things in life to be true: an honorable man doesn’t go back on his word;
never hurt a woman; and lasting love isn’t a myth. But with his recent move to
a new job at Appleton Fire Station, the long hours don’t offer hope of finding
the love he’s looking for.
pediatric nurse Heather Longhurst after hearing her sing Santa Baby in a
supermarket aisle, he offers her a promise he discovers he can’t keep. Heather
has been betrayed by men in the past, making it hard for Jamey to gain her
trust. Determined to find a way to win her heart, Jamey uses firefighter
engine-uity and Heather’s favorite song to prove he’s got Christmas spirit she
can believe in all year.
loud this time, and the sound of her voice rang through the air, pure and
clear. He could listen to that voice for hours. “These are for my kids at the
hospital. I’m an R.N. at County. We’re decorating the pediatric ward. And spoiling
the children too, a bit. I’m baking cookies for our holiday party on Saturday.”
hand for a handshake. “I’m Heather Longhurst.”
himself and took her hand. He told her what he did and where he worked. Her
skin felt soft against his palm, though her grasp conveyed confidence and
chin. “What kind of cookies?”
of course. Is there any other kind?”
head. He could almost taste melted dark chocolate and smell the aromas of fresh
baked flour, eggs and sugar filling her kitchen. His mouth watered. He hoped
she couldn’t hear his stomach rumble. He hadn’t eaten in over fourteen hours.
a lopsided grin. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
Indiana, born and raised.”
the way of an elderly couple trying to pass with their half-filled shopping
cart. Jamey moved too and they strolled together toward the exit. “I’ll make a
plate of cookies for you, if you stop by the hospital to pick it up.” She said.
her, his heart lifting at the turnaround in his day. “That’s the best offer
I’ve had since I moved to Appleton.”
almost three months.”
you, Jamey Tucker. See you about one o’clock?”
Count on it.”
smiled back and their gazes locked. His mood soared with the realization she
was flirting with him. The day had definitely taken a turn for the better.
Firefighter Jamey Trucker finds an ordinary jaunt to the grocery store turning into a mesmerizing moment when he overhears a stunning women singing Santa Baby. With a little Christmas magic on his side, Jamey gets a phone number and a chance at another meeting.There is an alluring quality to the Santa Baby, this was the perfect choice to set the tempo for this quick read. It has a sassy, sultry, and sexy vibe to it. Perfect quick read to put you in the holiday mood.
romance inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania home. She is a former
journalist, published in newspapers and magazines inside the USA, UK, and
Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as
past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance
Writers Report), the trade journal of Romance Writers of America, and has
presented workshops for writers.
current project, she can be found riding in her convertible or reading a book
on the nearest beach.