I am so very excited! Today just happens to be release day for two of my favourite authors! And what’s even better is that they are fellow 5 Prince Publishing authors!
Monroe had been jaded. Her husband’s death only compounded the lies she’d only
come to learn about.
North knows a thing or two about loss. He figured it was fate for him to meet
Vivian Monroe. He’ll take on the challenge of helping her mend her heart.
new friendships and new romance, Vivian must let go of her pain and face the
woman who helped Adam Monroe weave his deceptive web.
Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part
of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its
release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The
married mother of five sons promises Happily Ever After always…and says
she can write it, because she lives it.
not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly
hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from her
front step. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree
black belt in Tang Soo Do.
chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011,
5 Prince Publishing, so that she could publish the books she liked to
write and help make the dreams of other aspiring authors come true too.
car just on the outskirts of town. The late November wind was kicking up. It
was cold and her damn car had stalled—just like everything had for her for
found out her husband of ten years had married two other women before his
she’d make a new life with those other two Mrs. Monroes. Adam, her late
husband, had left her with nothing. His second wife, whom he’d left everything
to, had stepped up to make sure that Vivian and her daughters were always taken
care of. She may never admit it aloud, but she’d learned a lot from Amelia.
plan for Adam’s widows to take what he’d left and start a business. It would
help to take care of Adam’s children and then no one walked away with
everything. They were building a daycare center of all things. It would open
next week if everything went according to plan.
wife. Though Penelope was only ten years, or so, younger than her, she felt as
if she were a mother to the girl. Penelope was eight months pregnant with
Adam’s baby. She needed compassion—especially from Vivian, who’d been through
engine again. Nothing.
awhile. Sam, her late husband’s lawyer and Amelia’s new fiancé, was in court.
Amelia had an inspector at the old house they were converting into the daycare
center. And Penelope and Brock, the man who had been by Adam’s side when he
died in combat and now was Penelope’s fiancé, were in a doctor’s appointment.
at the rec center daycare for the day. That, she thought, was the only plus to
anything she could on Adam’s mother hadn’t turned up much. Stella Monroe, by
all accounts, seemed to be missing.
a bad thing to have the woman MIA. But, it did mean they didn’t know where she
was and there was a great chance she’d be coming after her.
well, gone off the deep end. Her husband had even found it beneficial to move
her to Florida and away from Parson’s Gulch, Oklahoma where she’d made her home
for most of her life.
saying she was coming after her and then the house where they were building the
daycare had been broken into. Things just weren’t adding up.
that had been thrown around in the attic the night of the break in. They’d all
been full of money. Six thousand dollars had been found in between the pages
and in the cutouts of the vintage books. Adam’s grandmother had stashed it all
there. As far as she was concerned, when they were given the house and all of
its contents that included the money too. Of course, now sitting in her broken
down car meant it might have to be used for costly repairs.
wasn’t one of the four people she’d called. She looked into the review mirror
and saw Clayton North stepping out of his car.
all these years had come to rescue her. He and that shiny gold band on his hand
that she’d neglected to see the first day she’d met him.
him like she was. What made her think he was available? And why did she care,
except she’d gotten caught up in all this falling in love that had been going
on. First Amelia and Sam and then Penelope and Brock. She was a woman after
all. She could certainly blame it on hormones.
come to her door. When he tapped on the window, she opened the door.
she said, forcing a smile on her face.
climbed out, and watched as Clayton walked back and climbed into his car. He
drove it around the quiet road so that he was parked right next to her.
out. “It’ll just take a moment.”
around to the front of the cars.
which way these go.”
easy enough to remember.”
Vivian watched, then what he said hit her.
have them and saw me stranded?”
desk of the rec center lent them to me. I’d gone to get my girls and they said
you’d called because you were going to be late. I told them I’d come get you.”
man she’d flirted with and even had invited to a private bar-b-cue. She
sickened herself. Though he did come without his wife. That didn’t uphold his
character very well, she decided.
“Because you’re stranded.”
of irritation as to shield her from the cold. “Just a nice guy routine?”
opposite direction in which he’d combed it, giving it a ledge. His brown eyes
were narrowed on her as he held the last cord in his hand.
and you needed some help.”
too. Friends do that. Even if they just met. Remember I’m new in town. I don’t
know too many people.”
but thank you.” She couldn’t even stand the sound of her own voice as she
talked to him. The first time they’d met she was giddy and gushy—not like her
either. But now she was being crude and snide. More like her, she thought, but
engine compartment. “Okay, go start your car.”
key. The car sputtered and finally came to life. When she looked up Clayton
stood there with an enormous grin looking down at two running engines.
again, just as it had when he’d arrived at the old house looking for a daycare
for his girls. Two of the cutest girls she’d ever seen.
an attractive, smart guy considered her a friend. And then there was the matter
of fact that he was going to be paying some of her bills when his daughters
attended their daycare.
she climbed out of the car.
That was above and beyond.”
lady—whoever she was.
and rolled them around his arm. Vivian slammed down her hood and he did the
everything signed off on the daycare. If everything goes well, we should be
open next week.”
girls talk about your girls non-stop. They’ll be glad to be around them all the
found herself wanting to do just that—stare and talk.
that he was a new school teacher in town.
Mr. West, Mr. East, and Mr. Northbound.”
car, which only made him cuter.
was reminded of that wedding ring on his finger. She didn’t want to be that
other woman to worry about.
her hand. “Thank you, Mr. Northwest, for helping me out today.”
pizza on Saturday night. That place on the edge of town with the video games.”
was where she and Adam had spent many of their teenage lustful nights.
girls meet us there? We can have family pizza night for everyone.”
and motioned for her to drive ahead of him.
him on his cell phone. No doubt talking to his wife.
him—and the wife. She’d been lied to and she didn’t trust anyone, so this would
be a good step for her. Trust a man she just met that makes her insides
gooey—and spend time with his kids and wife.
to convince herself. He was just a good, decent man. He’d come to her rescue
and his daughters would be in her care next week when her business opened.
handsome and she wished he was single.
will sacrifice all…
have everything she always wanted, she was never closer to losing it all. Haden
rocked Olivia’s foundation when he professed his love for her, and then turned
himself in to the High Court. Although it was for the best, watching him walk
out of her life was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
nothing will test the bonds of that love more than when a sick twist of fate
brings all their lives crashing back together again.
must put their differences aside to battle an evil whose reach is far greater
than either of them ever imagined. It will take all their strength to protect
Olivia from an enemy that’s come to claim her and usher in a power-play to
overthrow the High Court.
heart-stopping conclusion in Braving the Darkness.
write her own series after reading the Book of Enoch. She’s always had a
fascination with stories about angels, and the role they’ve played in the
history of our multi-dimensional world.
2003, holding AA, ASN and BSN degrees.
snow-filled days to curl up in front of the fireplace with her Chihuahua, and a
hot cup of coffee, to write. She’s blessed with two amazing children, and a
wonderful husband of nineteen years.
adventure, culminating a world of mystery, suspense, love and deception. Have
you ever wondered what it might be like to see beyond our dimension? Step into
Olivia Norton’s world, where nothing is quite as it seems, and evil lurks where
she least expects it.”
he waited for her to answer. Muttering an oath under his breath, he stormed
down the stairs and headed in the direction Haden had come. He should have
known the bastard would be early, his only regret was agreeing to meet him
here. The farther that bastard stayed from Olivia, the better. But
unfortunately at the time, he’d been of no mind to argue location. He’d just
been relieved Haden hadn’t decided to bolt, leading him on a merry chase that
would take him away from Olivia.
halt at finding her standing by the kitchen, staring at—nothing. She looked
utterly shell-shocked, as if her world had suddenly come crashing down on her.
his hands and bent down, breaking into her line of sight. She blinked a few
times, as if coming out of a trance, and those beautiful emerald orbs slowly
shifted into focus. Instinctively, he stretched his senses, searching for their
connection, trying to take her emotional pulse. Encountering nothing, but that
damn empty void, his jaw, clenched in frustration, biting back the snarled
curse hovering so close to his lips. Any fool could see she was upset, but the
why of it was what had him concerned.
for this. What had he said to rattle her so soundly? Odds were she wouldn’t
tell him if he asked. For some reason, she’d taken it upon herself to protect
him. She claimed her concern was for his salvation—and maybe it was—but part of
him wondered if there wasn’t more to it.
up to get a better look at her. “You’re pale.” Pale? She looked downright
ghostly. Fucking Haden…this son of a bitch was quickly turning into the bane of
stomach, looking as if she was about to be sick. “I’m…fine.”
anything but that. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he gently guided
Olivia into the kitchen and pulled out a chair for her to sit down. She had
that look she often wore right before her stomach rebelled.
they’d left Rebecca’s. He knew she was prone to motion sickness and they’d
spent a great deal of time traveling over the last few weeks, but they had been
home now for several days and the nausea still plagued her. Were they still
bonded, he’d sense if anything were amiss. His loss of connection to her
continued to seethe like a slow, burning acid in his veins.
Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, he filled it with water and stuck it in the
the drawer by the stove. Liam…?”
glanced over his shoulder. She worried at her bottom lip, a nervous habit that
gave away her unease. “Yeah?”
certain she should or could put her thoughts into words. “What do you think
will happen to Haden once you get to court?”
teeth together, biting back the snarled curse just begging to get out. The Neph—it
was always the Neph. Schooling his features as to not giveaway the extent her
concern for the half-breed galled him, Liam shrugged as if to say he cared not
either way—which he truly didn’t. Were it not for Liam’s devotion to this
female, and a hefty dose of guilt that made it neigh impossible to refuse her,
Haden would have been dead thrice by now. “Hard to say… I suppose that will
depend on him.”
hearing. He yanked the door open, cutting off the alarm, and pulled out the
mug, dropping a tea bag inside the steaming water before carrying it over to
beside her and pressed his palm against her forehead, checking for a fever.
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
convinced. Her hand held a notable tremor as she raised the cup to her lips.
When she sat it down, he took both her hands and gently squeezed—a silent
encouragement to proceed. “What do you have to tell me, Olivia?” Whatever she
had to say couldn’t be good. The pulse in her wrist battered against his thumb
as he lovingly caressed her silken flesh.
night he and Haden rescued her from Gahn. That night still haunted him and
would for some time to come, for too many reasons to name, and for others he
refused to lay claim to. Still, the one unanswered question that continued to
plague him, above all, the rest: Why didn’t Gahn kill Olivia in the Everglades? It was no secret he wanted her dead; he’d
tried and failed for years. She was too great a threat to the Dark Court to keep
alive, so why not finish it when he had the chance?
the pentagram—all of it indicated he’d had every intention of ending her life
that night. So what had changed his mind? Liam wasn’t fool enough to think the demon
had been struck with a moment of conscience. Perhaps Haden would know the
answer. He knew the demon better than anyone else, having been raised by him,
and those two were cut from the same cloth—deceptive, ruthless and rotten as
throat broke the silence stretching between. “Liam, I’m—.”
The pounding against the kitchen window cut her off and Olivia jumped, letting
out a startled yelp. Liam’s head snapped up and he leveled Haden with a
scowling through the glass. He lifted his wrist and tapped his finger where a
watch should have been.
wanted to kill anyone more than this bastard right now? Well, perhaps Gahn, but
that was beside the point. Turning his attention back to Olivia, he mumbled an
apology for Haden’s rude interruption. “Go on, now what were you saying? You’re
as if decided on something, she exhaled a breath she’d been holding and blurted,
“I’m…I’m really going to miss you.”
had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. Damn, he didn’t want to
leave her again—even if only for a few days. “I’m going to miss you, too,
sweetheart, but I won’t be gone long. I promise.”
ask? There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.
face tightening to a furrow of displeasure, his waning patience for the bloody
male was well beyond its expiration date. “I feel as if you and I need to talk
when I get back,” he grumbled, no longer trying to hide his ire.
connection to her. In the week since they’d returned from the Everglades,
Liam had intentionally given her space. What she’d gone through had been
terrifying and traumatic. He’d hoped that with a little time she’d open up to
him on her own and talk about what had happened between her and Haden that
night out in the yard. Liam’s measure of grace only stretched so far, and it
seemed this male was quickly becoming a sore subject between the two of
them—one that was going to need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.
growing between them, he stood and kissed her goodbye. “I love you, Olivia,
always and forever. You know that, right? Nothing will ever change that.”
beautiful lips. “I love you, too. Always and forever,” she returned the vow,
her fists twisting in the collar of his shirt as she clung to him, seeming
reluctant to let him go.
or confusion as she confessed her heart to him. But, undeniably, her heart was
troubled. About what, he intended to get to the bottom of as soon as he got
back. With a final brush of his lips against her forehead, Liam turned and
walked toward the door. The only thing that kept his feet moving was the knowledge
he was coming back—alone.
ways with Haden fast enough. That Olivia felt the need to apologize to the
bastard was proof enough that this manipulative shit was still trying to get
his claws into her. More than once over the last week, he regretted his
decision to go back into that burning building. Had Liam refused Olivia’s plea
to save Haden’s life, his world would be a shit-load less complicated right
now, and he wouldn’t be saying goodbye to Olivia so he could play chauffeur to
this prick who was too arrogant to realize the opportunity set before him. Life
or death—it was his to choose. The bastard was damn lucky the decision wasn’t
up to Liam.
stepped off the porch. The Neph stood beneath a palm, leaning casually against
the tall, curved spine. His arms crossed defiantly over his chest, his tawny
brows knitted in that perpetual scowl of annoyance. Bracing his shoulder
against the tree, the male shoved off and lumbered toward him. “Let’s get this
hand. Haden stopped short and gave him an ached look. “I’m not sure what I’ve
done to give you the wrong impression, but I don’t swing that way. Sorry to
tell you. But truly, I’m flattered—.”
Haden’s hand in a crushing grip. The tough bastard didn’t so much as flinch.
“Were there any other way to get you into my world, believe me, I’d do it.”
want it.” Liam knocked the offending extremity out of his way and marched
around the house to a more private place to disappear than the front yard on a