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It’s RELEASE DAY for 5 Prince Publishing’s Bernadette Marie and Melynda Price!!

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!

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre Contemporary Romance:
Vivian Book three of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: October 9, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120425 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-042-8
Print ISBN-10: 1631120433 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-043-5
From loss breeds new beginnings
Vivian
Monroe had been jaded. Her husband’s death only compounded the lies she’d only
come to learn about.
Clayton
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.
Midst
new friendships and new romance, Vivian must let go of her pain and face the
woman who helped Adam Monroe weave his deceptive web.
About the Author:
Bestselling
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.
When
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.
A
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.
How to reach Bernadette Marie
@writesromance on Twitter

 

Excerpt of Vivan:

Chapter One

God she was miserable. Vivian Monroe sat in her
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
years.
It had been less than six months ago that she
found out her husband of ten years had married two other women before his
death.
Never in a million years, though, did she think
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.
It had been Amelia who had come up with the
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.
Her mind shifted to Penelope, Adam’s newest
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
the process.
Vivian gritted her teeth and tried to start the
engine again. Nothing.
She’d called for help, but it was going to be
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.
She was totally alone. Even her own girls were
at the rec center daycare for the day. That, she thought, was the only plus to
the day.
The day trip to Oklahoma City to find out
anything she could on Adam’s mother hadn’t turned up much. Stella Monroe, by
all accounts, seemed to be missing.
Vivian hated that she thought it wasn’t really
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.
After Adam had died, her mother-in-law had,
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.
Still, she’d texted Vivian three weeks ago
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.
Vivian smiled when she thought about the books
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.
Another car pulled up behind hers, but it
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.
Great. The one man who had turned her head in
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.
Oh, she had to have looked stupid flirting with
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.
She let out a long breath and waited for him to
come to her door. When he tapped on the window, she opened the door.
“It’s so dead I can’t roll down the window,”
she said, forcing a smile on her face.
“I brought cables. I’ll give you a jump.”
“Thanks.” She popped the hood of her car,
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.
He popped the hood of his car as he climbed
out. “It’ll just take a moment.”
He pulled the cables out of his car and walked
around to the front of the cars.
Clayton chuckled to himself. “I always forget
which way these go.”
“Red ones are positive. Black are negative.”
He nodded. “Right. You’d think that would be
easy enough to remember.”
Clayton went about connecting the cables and
Vivian watched, then what he said hit her.
“You said you brought cables. You didn’t just
have them and saw me stranded?”
Clayton shook his head. “The gal at the front
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.”
Vivian nodded slowly, her stare fixed on this
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.
“You drove all the way out here to get me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Clayton looked around and then back at her.
“Because you’re stranded.”
She crossed her arms over her chest as much out
of irritation as to shield her from the cold. “Just a nice guy routine?”
Clayton’s sandy hair was blowing in the
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.
“No routine going on. I thought we were friends
and you needed some help.”
“Friends? I just met you a few weeks ago.”
“Right.” He winced. “You invited me to a party
too. Friends do that. Even if they just met. Remember I’m new in town. I don’t
know too many people.”
“Whatever. Thanks for coming out. Very strange,
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
not nice.
He clamped the last cable to the side of the
engine compartment. “Okay, go start your car.”
Vivian walked back to her car and turned the
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.
That nerdy grin was making her insides gooey
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.
It was stupid to be mad at herself just because
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 let her mouth slide into an easy smile as
she climbed out of the car.
“I really appreciate you coming to help me out.
That was above and beyond.”
“I’d like to think that someone would help me
someday too.”
Cute and genuinely nice. His wife was a lucky
lady—whoever she was.
Clayton took the cables off of the batteries
and rolled them around his arm. Vivian slammed down her hood and he did the
same.
“Amelia is with the inspector now getting
everything signed off on the daycare. If everything goes well, we should be
open next week.”
His eyes grew wide. “Oh, that’ll be great. My
girls talk about your girls non-stop. They’ll be glad to be around them all the
time.”
He was easy to look at and easy to talk to. She
found herself wanting to do just that—stare and talk.
“How is school going?” she asked, remembering
that he was a new school teacher in town.
“So far, not bad. I’ve been called Mr. South,
Mr. West, Mr. East, and Mr. Northbound.”
She chuckled and he eased his hip against his
car, which only made him cuter.
“Third graders are funny like that.”
“Sometimes sassier than high schoolers.”
When he crossed his arms over his chest, she
was reminded of that wedding ring on his finger. She didn’t want to be that
other woman to worry about.
Vivian pushed back her shoulders and held out
her hand. “Thank you, Mr. Northwest, for helping me out today.”
He grinned as he shook her hand. “My pleasure.”
“I look forward to seeing the girls next week.”
She turned back to her car and began to climb
inside.
“Hey,” he called. “I’m taking the fam out for
pizza on Saturday night. That place on the edge of town with the video games.”
She nodded. She knew the place too well. That
was where she and Adam had spent many of their teenage lustful nights.
“Anyway,” he continued. “Why don’t you and the
girls meet us there? We can have family pizza night for everyone.”
Vivian swallowed hard. “They’d like that.”
He gave her a wave as he climbed into his car
and motioned for her to drive ahead of him.
She put the car in gear and started back down
the road.
Looking back in her rearview mirror, she saw
him on his cell phone. No doubt talking to his wife.
She was a big enough woman to be friends with
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.
Nothing seemed off about that at all, she tried
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.

 

But it didn’t stop the fact that he was so
handsome and she wished he was single.
 
 
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Available from 5 Prince
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Paranormal
Release Date: October 9, 2014
Digital ISBN 13 978-1-63112-071-8 ISBN 10: 1631120719
Print ISBN 13 978-1-63112-072-5 ISBN 10:1631120727
Braving the Darkness
All have sacrificed, but one
will sacrifice all…
Just when Olivia thought she’d finally
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.
Liam has always been the angel that holds her heart. But
nothing will test the bonds of that love more than when a sick twist of fate
brings all their lives crashing back together again.
Bitter enemies in love with the same woman, Liam and Haden
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.
Love, sacrifice, and betrayal… It all comes to a
heart-stopping conclusion in Braving the Darkness.
Melynda Price:
An avid lover of paranormal romance, Melynda was inspired to
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.
She attended Bethel University in Minnesota and graduated in
2003, holding AA, ASN and BSN degrees.
She lives in Northern Minnesota where she has plenty of
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.
Redemption Series:
“Writing the Redemption Series has been a fantastic
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.”
Excerpt of Braving
the Darkness

Chapter One

“Olivia!”
The knot of unease tightened in Liam’s gut as
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.
As he entered the hall, he came to an abrupt
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.
“Olivia?”
When she didn’t respond, he took her face in
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.
Damn Haden! No doubt that bastard was to blame
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.
“Olivia, are you all right?” He tipped her face
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
his existence.
Her hand absently flittered to the flat of her
stomach, looking as if she was about to be sick. “I’m…fine.”
Her airy, haunted voice told him she was
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.
Come to think of it, she’d been ill a lot since
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.
“Do you have any of Rebecca’s ginger tea left?”
Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, he filled it with water and stuck it in the
microwave.
“No, but I think there’s some holiday spice in
the drawer by the stove. Liam…?”
He tensed at the uncertainty in her voice and
glanced over his shoulder. She worried at her bottom lip, a nervous habit that
gave away her unease. “Yeah?”
For a moment, she didn’t speak as if she wasn’t
certain she should or could put her thoughts into words. “What do you think
will happen to Haden once you get to court?”
So that’s what this was about? He ground his
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.”
The microwave stopped and the shrill beep stung his preternaturally acute
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
her.
“Umm… Liam? There’s something I have to tell
you.”
Well, this didn’t sound good. He took a seat
beside her and pressed his palm against her forehead, checking for a fever.
“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”
Despite her nod, he wasn’t the slightest bit
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.
Liam hadn’t seen her this shaken since the
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 way he’d staked her to the floor, the salt,
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
hell.
Olivia swallowed and the arid click in her
throat broke the silence stretching between. “Liam, I’m—.”
Bang!
Bang! Bang!

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
murderous glare.
“Come on!” the half-breed barked impatiently,
scowling through the glass. He lifted his wrist and tapped his finger where a
watch should have been.
“Just a minute,” Liam snapped. Had he ever
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
what?”
She hesitated, suddenly seeming unsure. Then,
as if decided on something, she exhaled a breath she’d been holding and blurted,
“I’m…I’m really going to miss you.”
Liam’s chest tightened as if an invisible hand
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.”
“Will you do me a favor?”
He nodded. “Of course…” Did she even have to
ask? There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.
“Please…tell Haden…thank you. And that I’m
sorry.”
At the mention of Haden’s name, Liam tensed; his
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.
She nodded, and once again he cursed his broken
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.
Resigned not to part from her with strife
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.”
She nodded, a pensive smile touching her
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.
He sensed no hesitation in her words. No deceit
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.
As far as Liam was concerned, he couldn’t part
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.
“It’s about damn time,” Haden growled as 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
over with.”
“Gladly.”
When the Neph approached, Liam stuck out his
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—.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Liam growled, grabbing
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.”
“Then by all means, here’s my other hand if you
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
Monday morning.
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COVER REVEAL AND PRE-ORDER Christmas Presence – Lisa J Hobman

On that very first fateful day when I stood on the Bridge Over the Atlantic at Clachan Seil I would never have imagined that I would, someday, have three books published all connected to the place. But as of November 6th that should be the case!

The actual Bridge Over the Atlantic in the Highlands that inspired my debut novel

The actual Bridge Over the Atlantic in the Highlands that inspired my debut novel

After finishing Bridge Over the Atlantic and Bridge of Hope I missed the characters so very much. Being a HUGE fan of the festive season I felt what better way than to spend more time with them than at my favourite time of year.

I have stepped out of my comfort zone a little (again) with this book and have branched into the paranormal. Not somewhere I ever thought I would go but that’s the thing about writing. You set out on a journey never really knowing where the characters will take you.

Christmas Presence should be read after the other two books although the others can be read as stand alone stories if you wish.

Cover and blurb:

Mallory got her happily ever after, but haunting loss in the past has her running scared that she will lose her beloved yet again. Can anything…or anyone make her realise she needs to let go of the past and live for today?

Lovely new cover for my upcoming Christmas release. Thanks to www.estrellacoverart.com once again.

Lovely new cover for my upcoming Christmas release. Thanks to http://www.estrellacoverart.com once again.

Christmas Presence will release on November 6th in eBook and soon after in paperback. but you can pre-order it now! Here are the links:

Amazon dot com

Amazon UK

Happy reading!

Lisa

The wonderful publishers who gave me a chance

The wonderful publishers who gave me a chance

Release Day! Penelope – The Three Mrs Monroes Book Two – Bernadette Marie

HUGE congratulations to my lovely friend and fellow 5 Prince Publishing author Bernadette Marie on the release of her latest novel Penelope!

Some men keep secrets…Adam Monroe kept
three.
 
Available from 5 Prince
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre Contemporary Romance:
Penelope Book two of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: August 28, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120409 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-040-4
Print ISBN-10: 1631120417 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-041-1
 
 
 
 
From loss breeds new life.
Penelope Monroe married on impulse and her heart had been broken by Adam Monroe’s lies.
Pregnant she wonders how she will survive, alone, with her baby.
Brock Romero held Adam Monroe when he died in combat. Now released from the Army he
makes it his priority to find Adam’s wife and share with her his last words.
On the verge of making the same mistake twice, Penelope must trust her
heart—especially when new lies are uncovered.
 
 
About the Author:
Bestselling 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.
When 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.
A 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.
 
 
How to reach Bernadette Marie
@writesromance on Twitter
 
 
Excerpt of Penelope:

Chapter One

 
God she was miserable.
Heat waves rose off the pavement and the air was thick and
still. Penelope Monroe sat on the front porch in one kitchen chair with her
feet up on another. With gentle strokes, she rubbed her pregnant belly. She
simply couldn’t believe how uncomfortable she was.
The smell of paint from inside the house wafted out and she
tried not to let it make her stomach churn. She’d been appointed to oversee the
two men putting in the new front window. That wasn’t much fun at all.
Both of their butt cracks stuck out of their pants and every
time they talked they cursed then looked at her and apologized. She wasn’t a
prude—well not really. She’d heard those words before, even if she didn’t use
them.
Penelope closed her eyes and wished for a slight breeze. Her
head was buzzing with paint fumes, curse words, and the events of the past few
months.
It had all started when she’d married Adam Monroe.
His image formed in her head and she let out a small sigh.
Those blue eyes and that blonde hair, he was like a god, she
thought. One she’d read about in books. He was a Marine, so his body was
chiseled hard and he carried himself—well, like a god.
He’d been a player. She’d known that. The night she’d first
laid eyes on him, he’d taken her friend home from the bar. At least he’d had
the sense to offer her a ride home before he drove off with Christina—her ex-friend. There were explicit details
from Christina she could do with forgetting.
That should have been her clue to never even talk to the man
again. Easy sex from women you picked up in bars wasn’t her style. She’d been a
virgin, after all. She’d been saving herself for her husband. It had been
Christina who thought differently of that. Christina liked the loud music, the
dancing, the beer, and the men. Usually she was considerate of Penelope’s
feelings when they went out. But that night Christina had gotten caught up in
Adam’s blue eyes, his hair, his body, and his voice delivering all the right
lines.
Penelope figured she was most mad about the evening because
she’d been having feelings she’d never had before. She thought, briefly, that
had she been given the chance to go home with Adam she’d have done it. She knew
she’d have chickened out, but he’d had a way with turning her heart to mush.
But it had been Christina he’d taken back to his place
and—well, again, she’d just like to forget that she knew every detail of that
night.
She couldn’t have imagined that a few nights later, when
Christina had abandoned her at the bar for another one night stand, that Adam
would walk in and change her life.
The words he used were different than the ones he’d used on
Christina. His moves were gentle and that hadn’t been a word Christina had used
when she’d given Penelope all of her details.
He was a gentleman.
They talked, walked, and dated a few nights. He was sweet
when she told him she was a virgin and she was saving herself for her husband.
Not once did he make a move or cross a line. Then he said he loved her and that
had changed everything.
When he’d asked her to marry him, there had been no
hesitation. They’d gotten married and, that night, she gave herself to him.
Penelope let out a breath and opened her eyes. Everything
changed in that one night.
She ran her hand over her growing stomach. A small part of
Adam grew inside of her, even though he was gone.
The day she’d come to Parson’s Gulch was the day they’d
buried Adam—the day she’d met one of his other wives and seen the other with
his children. She was only one of three Mrs. Monroes. One of three Adam had
lied to. One of three who now fought to move past him.
The very thought of Adam’s lies still made her sick.
But just because she now detested her husband of only a few
months, she couldn’t hate the life that grew inside of her. This child was hers
and in a few days she’d see the baby for the first time. Adam’s other wives
would be there too.
She let out a small chuckle which had the window installers
looking over at her. Kindly, she gave them a smile and closed her eyes again.
Amelia Monroe, Adam’s second wife, had taken her in. She was
kind though Penelope was sure she wasn’t used to being so kind But she’d given
her a place to stay and had just friended her when she’d needed someone to
care.
Vivian, on the other hand, had taken a little longer to warm
up to. But when she had, they’d bonded. Though Vivian wasn’t more than ten
years older than Penelope, she thought of her as a mother figure, where Amelia
was more of a big sister.
Adam’s lies had entangled them.
Adam’s death had brought them together.
Adam’s life grew inside of her.
Penelope opened her eyes and rubbed her aching side.
In just the past week, her stomach had grown so much bigger.
It stretched and Vivian was relentless with the cocoa butter routine. She had
stretch marks from Adam’s other two children and she was going to make sure
Penelope didn’t suffer the same fate.
More than just her stomach had changed though. A week ago,
the entire town changed in fifteen seconds when a tornado ripped through the
sky. There had only been a few injuries and no one had died—thank God!
Vivian’s home had been totaled and the front window of the
century-old house on Main and Pine had blown in. Penelope’s car had also been
totaled, but she thought she’d faired pretty well in that deal. Her beat up old
car, which didn’t always run well, had been replaced by her late husband’s
vintage Mustang.
Penelope had never been one for flashy, vintage cars, but
she couldn’t help herself—she loved this one. It sat against the curb within
view. Oh, she might look sexy in it now, from the neck up. But no one would
ever give her a second look when they saw a baby seat in the back in a few
months.
Sam Jackson, Adam’s lawyer, her boss, and now Amelia’s
fiancé, pulled tree branches around the side of the house and stacked them near
the porch.
“I have the misting fan set up in the kitchen. Maybe you
should go inside,” he called to her.
“Too much paint.”
He nodded as he took his cellphone out of his pocket. He
looked at it, smiled, and walked toward her giving the front window a glance
first. “Why don’t you go in, get yourself a cold bottle of water, and walk
upstairs.”
Penelope frowned. She knew it was much hotter upstairs.
Sam climbed the steps of the porch and held his hand out to
her. “C’mon. Amelia is up there. She just texted me. She has something to show
you.”
Penelope planted her feet on the floor, took Sam’s hand, and
stood with an umph.
“You start up,” he said placing his hand on her back and
walking her toward the door. “I’ll get you a bottle of water and meet you up
there.”
Penelope shifted him a glance and walked inside the house.
The heat was nearly unbearable, but she walked toward the
stairs and started up them.
Sam had redone every tread and in time, when she wasn’t
around, they would stain them and the rest of the floors in the century-old
house, which they were turning into a daycare center.
Adam’s father had donated the house to them. It was a kind
gesture, she thought as she neared the top step. He’d been gracious when they’d
needed it.
Amelia had come up with the great idea that they take what
Adam had and turn it into a business to take care of his children. Amelia
hadn’t asked for anything in return. But when pushed, she’d mentioned she’d
like a gym in the basement.
So far she hadn’t stumbled across the secret project
Penelope and Vivian had been working on. She seemed to be preoccupied with what
she was calling her office upstairs.
Penelope hadn’t been upstairs in weeks. It wasn’t worth the
climb. And now that she was at the top of the stairs and the air was thick and
horribly hot, she knew she’d been right to stay downstairs.
Sam was right behind her with a cold bottle of water. He
handed it to her.
“C’mon, go in,” he said.
“She’s been behind those doors for a week. I don’t want to
be the one who goes in unannounced.”
“You’re chicken.”
“Yeah. You go first. She loves you.”
Sam scowled and stepped forward. “Yeah, and I’m the one she
punched in the gut when I startled her too. I’m walking with heavy footsteps.”
He twisted the knob of one of the closed bedroom doors and
pushed it open. Sticking his head around the corner, he pushed it open just a
bit more.
“She’s afraid to come in. You’re not going to throw anything
are you?”
Penelope heard Amelia grunt and then the door swung open
hard. “Get in here.”
Penelope walked through the thick air toward the room and
gasped when she walked in.
Amelia, Vivian, and Vivian’s daughters were standing in the
room with enormous grins on their faces. “Well, what do you think?”
Penelope looked around at the transformed area. They had
taken the two bedrooms, which shared a Jack and Jill bathroom, and completely
renovated them.
The room she stood in was painted a very soothing shade of
pale green. There was a wrought iron bed with a lacy white spread. Over the
bed, was a painting that she knew Vivian had found in the basement. An antique
dresser and mirror sat against the wall and they’d also added a beautiful
armoire.
“This is magnificent,” she said with her breath wheezing
out. “This is what you’ve been working on?”
“Yes. You needed a place to stay,” Vivian said. “Amelia did
almost all of it.”
“For me?”
“You and the baby. This is your home now—when the fumes are
all gone.”
She felt the tears sting, but she tried to hold them back.
“I did that.” Emma, Vivian’s four year old daughter said as
she pointed to the rocking chair. “The Teddy bear. I made it at Build-a-Bear.”
Penelope covered her mouth and tears quickly rolled down her
cheeks.
“You’re such a girl,” Amelia teased as she put her arm
around Penelope’s shoulders. “C’mon, there’s more. Try not to cry too much or
you won’t be able to see anything.”
She walked her to the bathroom that joined the two rooms. It
was painted a soft brown and all the fixtures had been replaced with modern
replicas of older ones.
“This is gorgeous. I can’t believe I didn’t know you were
doing this.”
“That would have ruined the surprise. Okay, now you can cry
your eyes out,” Amelia said as she opened the door that led into the next
bedroom.”
When Penelope saw it, she did cry harder. The pastel yellow
room with handmade curtains depicting tumbling teddy bears hung from the
window. Matching bumpers adorned a crib against the wall. There was a matching
rocking chair in this room with a teddy bear on the seat.
Ava, Vivian’s two-year-old, tugged on Penelope’s shirt. “I
made that.”
Penelope batted her eyes and ran her hand over Ava’s braids
and smiled. Never in her life could she have expected such love. And to think,
these women and children had been jaded by Adam’s lies too. But they were there
for her and her baby. They embraced her. They loved her.
“I can’t…I don’t…Oh…” she sobbed.
Vivian moved to Penelope and wrapped her arms around her.
“Quit crying. You’re going to make me cry.”
“I don’t deserve this,” Penelope said.
“Sure you do,” Amelia added.
Penelope looked up to see her standing with her arms crossed
over her chest and Sam next to her with his arm around her shoulders. They made
a beautiful picture, she thought. Amelia was very lucky to have fallen in love
with him.
“You’ve all been so nice to me…”
“And we’re going to keep being nice.” Amelia walked toward
her and whispered, “Adam brought us together. We are all family now.” She took
Penelope’s hands in hers. “This is the least he could do to take care of you
and your baby.”
Again, Amelia was being sweet and that nearly made Penelope
want to laugh. But she’d learned this side of Amelia was as genuine as the side
that liked to kick men’s butts.
As Ava and Emma showed Penelope all the parts to their baby’s room, the doorbell rang.
They all exchanged glances and Vivian shook her head. “I’ll
get it. It’s probably those boobs putting in the window.”
Penelope watched her walk out of the room and then, hand in
hand, Sam and Amelia walked out too. She looked down at the sisters of her baby
and smiled. She’d be okay without Adam there or any other man for that matter.
She and her baby were loved. That’s all that mattered.
 
 

It’s here!! Bridge of Hope by me – Lisa J Hobman is released! Yay!

 
Well the day of book number four is finally here! This book means such a lot to me seeing as I wrote it on the request of the people who read and loved Bridge Over the Atlantic. Greg struck a chord with them (pardon the pun 😉 ) and they wanted more. I was happy to oblige. This is a companion novel which tells Greg’s own story from his POV. You will find out how he became the man he is in Bridge Over the Atlantic and you will see everything through his eyes whilst experiencing his emotions. I sincerely hope you enjoy it ❤
 
NB: This book is for ages 18+ only
 
 
 
 
 
 
Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Release Date: August 21, 2014
Digital ISBN 10:163112062X ISBN 13:978-1-63112-062-6
Print ISBN-10:1631120638 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-063-3
 
 
 
 
 
 
Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…
I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon;
my guitar.
 
But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could
melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I
took my anger out on her.
 
On Mallory.
 
But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from.
 
Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?
 
 
About Lisa J Hobman
Lisa is a happily married Mum of one with two crazy
dogs.  Originally from Yorkshire, England, Lisa now resides in Scotland – her favourite place in the world.
Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although
in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics.  The story in her debut novel had been building in her mind for a long while but until the relocation, she never had the time to put it down in black and white; working full time and studying swallowed up any spare time she had.  Making the move north of the border to Scotland has given Lisa the opportunity to spread her wings and fulfill her dream.  Writing is now a deep passion and she has enjoyed every minute of working towards being published.
 
How to contact Lisa J Hobman:
 
 
Excerpt of Bridge of Hope:

Chapter One

January 2011
It had been the same damned nightmare again.
I’d been experiencing what the doctor called night terrors ever since receiving the news that Mairi had been
declared dead. The love of my fucking life… dead.
There were no words to describe the physical pain knotting my insides every
time I realised it was true and not just a cruel dream.
There had been no body to bury. But apparently that’s not uncommon when
people are lost up the side of a mountain like K2. People can lie undiscovered
for years up there, so I’m told.
Sobering thought.
The stupid thing was that I wasn’t even there when it happened, but for
some bizarre reason my psyche had built up its own series of events and
insisted on torturing me with the movie of Mairi’s death every time I closed my
eyes.
What I wouldn’t give
for a peaceful night’s sleep.
I’d taken on extra work whenever I wasn’t on the water. The boat was
only a seasonal thing anyway. And although tourists loved the area surrounding
the bridge over the Atlantic, taking a trip out on Little Blue on choppy water wasn’t for fainthearted, unseasoned
sailors. So I’d taken on work as a handyman. I was fixing taps, sealing sinks,
unblocking drains. Oddly, all the jobs seemed to be water related. Maybe that
was because I had a combination of water and single malt running through ma veins.
Who knows?
Keeping busy was my intention. Being occupied was the only thing
stopping me from slipping into a deep depression, and I knew all too well how
easy it would’ve been just to let go and fall into the abyss like Mairi did in
my nightmares.
I’d met her when I was out walking. I’d pretty much given up hope of
ever falling in love for real. I’d had a shot at it before—Alice was her name,
but the less said about her right now the better. But life likes to throw in
curveballs every so often. And so there I was up by the Buckle, taking in the
scenery and fresh air, when this fiery-haired girl tripped over her laces and
into my arms. She had the most stunning smile I’d ever seen. And her eyes…
Let’s just say when she gazed up at me she melted my heart. We chatted for ages
and it was just… so natural.
I was never going to be the same again.
Our relationship progressed quickly and was very physical. I was a fair few years older than her but I had no
trouble keeping up, if you know what I mean. I loved every inch of her body
with a passion I’d never experienced before. It was raw and real. I’d sit
watching her as she studied maps and reference books about climbing. Every so
often she’d glance up and catch me staring and she’d just smile, climb into my
lap, and kiss me.
After Alice and I split—I won’t bore you with the details just yet,
let’s just say that she was a nasty piece of work who messed with my head and
broke my heart, more than once—I swore off love and all it entailed. I didn’t need a woman in my life. Or so I
thought. But when I lost Mairi, it was like someone had ripped out ma heart and
stamped on it whilst I watched. The pain was excruciating.
Physical, gut-twisting pain.
I felt sure they’d gotten it wrong. She went to K2 with experienced
climbers. She was an experienced mountaineer too. It’d been her dream for so long. I wasn’t about to stand in
her way, and the thought that she may not come back never even entered my head.
Not being able to say goodbye was the worst thing. The small memorial
service we held was devoid of emotion. It was as if her friends and family were
in some kind of denial.
I think I was too.
Thinking back to the morning she left for the trip broke my heart, but I
couldn’t stop myself.
June 2010
Her long, titian curls fanned out on the pillow beside me and she smiled
as she slept. She was exposed to me from the waist up and I lay there on my
side, willing her to awaken. I wasn’t going to see her for months and I wanted
to get my fill whilst I still could. I gently stroked her chin, down between
her creamy bare breasts to her navel. It was cruel but I wanted her to open her
eyes. Instead she whacked my hand away and muttered expletives. I burst out
laughing, trying my best to do it quietly but failing miserably.
She picked up one of the spare pillows and hit me on the head with it,
making me chuckle again. “Gregory McBradden, you’re a total shit. I was having
a really sexy dream,” she whined, eyes still closed.
I leaned in. With my mouth next to her ear, I whispered, “Open your eyes
and let’s make your dream come true, love.” That got her every time. Goose
bumps pricked her skin and she moaned. Her eyes sprang open and she pounced on
me, pushing me onto my back and straddling my waist.
God, she was so beautiful.
I gazed up at her. Her pert breasts begging for my touch. I was already
hard, but seeing her like this did something to my insides and brought out the
animalistic side of me. I gripped her hips as I inhaled a deep breath, trying
my best to calm the furnace raging beneath my skin. As she bent to take my
mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, her hair cascaded to my chest. Our tongues
slipped and slid together in an erotic dance, and every nerve in my body sprang
to life just for her. Every fibre of my being was drawn to her; needed her.
I swept the hair back from her face and fixed my eyes on hers.
“Do you know how much I love you, Mairi? Do you know how much I’m going
to miss you when you’re gone? It doesn’t matter how far apart we are. You’re
still in here,” I said, touching my head. “And in here.” I touched my chest
over my heart. She stared silently at me for a moment and then closed her eyes.
A tear slipped down her cheek and I caught it with my thumb. “Hey, what’s
wrong?”
She inhaled deeply. “Nothing. I’m just… really nervous about the whole
trip. K2 has been my dream for so long, but now… I’m terrified. What if I’m not
fit enough? What if I can’t do it, Greg?”
I slid my calloused hands up her smooth, taut thighs where they gripped
me, to the dip between her hip and waist as my eyes followed the journey of my
fingers. I swallowed hard at the feel of her muscles tightening under my
caress, and my breath caught in my throat as I replied, “Come on, love, you are fit enough and strong enough. You’ve
been working towards this for so long, how could you not be? You’re bound to be
nervous. But you’re fulfilling a dream, and there’s not many folk can say
they’ve done that. You’ll be fine. Absolutely fine. But I might not be.” I
stuck out my bottom lip, trying to lighten the mood. “My heart might break into
a million pieces when I’m left here by mysel’. What will I do?”
She bent and kissed my nose. And then with a sexy smile, she smoothed
her hands down my chest and it was my turn to shiver.
“You’ll have to dream of me naked on top of you like this, and that’ll
cheer you up.” She rolled her hips, making me bite my lip.
I inhaled deeply. “Aye, I suppose it will. But having you back here
again so I can do this again…” In one sweep of my arms I had her beneath me, my
body between her silky thighs. I sank into her, pleasure radiating from where
we were joined. “… is what I’ll be looking forward to.”
A breathy moan escaped through her full lips. She closed her eyes as she
welcomed me in and slipped her arms around my neck. I kissed her everywhere I
could reach, taking each nipple into my mouth slowly and nibbling on the little
buds as they tightened. Gasping, she fixed her eyes on mine as I moved deep
within her.
Overwhelming emotions ripped through me as I made love to her. My Mairi.
I took in every sensation and every look; my heart aching at the thought of
being apart from her for so long. As she pulsed around me and her orgasm took
her soaring off into the stratosphere, I kept my gaze locked on hers, hoping I
was conveying everything through my eyes that I couldn’t put into words, and I
followed soon after.
Afterwards, we lay there in each other’s arms for what felt like hours.
I was unwilling to let her go, telling myself I’d hold her for a few minutes
more. When she eventually withdrew from my embrace, I lay back and fought the
fears niggling deep within me.
Stupid fears.
What if she meets someone who’s more her age? What if she meets someone
who loves climbing the way she does? What if she doesn’t miss me as much as I
miss her? What if she loves it so much out there that she decides to stay? What
if? What if? What fucking if?
A couple of hours later we set off to the airport, and for the first
part of the journey we both sat in silent contemplation. There were so many
things I wanted to say, but the words never came and I cursed myself for being
so fucking useless at expressing myself.
Luckily, she knew what I was like. I’d spent the day before looking for
songs to express how I felt and I’d made a CD. The silence in the car was
deafening and so I reached over and hit play. I made eye contact with her for a
few moments as the opening chords to “I Will Remember You” by Ryan Cabrera
filled the small space between us. Turning my eyes back to the road, I saw her
in my peripheral vision, wiping her eyes as her lip trembled.
At the airport I pulled her into my arms and held her against my chest.
I knew she must have felt the rapid pounding of my heart as we stood inside the
terminal. Tears threatened. My eyes were desperate to give them up, but I tried
so hard not to make the situation more difficult than it already was.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled away and gazed into her emerald eyes
one last time.
My voice wavered as I told her, “I’m not going to say goodbye because I
hate that word and we’ll be back together before you know it anyway. So I’m
going to say have a great time and stay safe. And know that I’ll be thinking of
you every moment whilst you’re gone.”
Pulling me toward her, she kissed me with a ferocity that took my breath
away. I fisted my hands in her hair and returned the kiss with equal passion.
When I eventually pulled away, I cupped her face in my hands and stroked the
apples of her cheeks with my thumbs. “It’s just a few months, love. Go and show
’em what you’re made of, eh?”
She nodded and gripped my hands where they lay on her skin. Relentless
tears spilled from her eyes as she let go and turned to walk away. All my fears
bubbled to the surface once again and I couldn’t hold back. “I love you, Mairi.
And one day I want to marry you!” I shouted.
As soon as the words left my mouth I clamped it shut.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
We’d never discussed marriage before. But I have a tendency to say
what’s on my mind without thinking about the consequences, and this was one of
those times. I was filled with dread. Had I just given her a ticket to
Get-Out-Ville? Again, fuck! My heart hammered like it was trying to do a
fucking runner and my mouth went dry.
The people around us stopped and stared.
Mairi halted in her tracks and I froze. She turned to face me, her mouth
open in what I can only describe as utter, mind-frying shock. I swallowed hard,
my mind racing to find something to say to take the words back. But a beautiful
smile appeared on her face. She ran toward me and flung her arms around my
neck, her legs around my waist. Everyone around us applauded as I hugged her
into my body before letting her go and setting her down again. With one last
heart-melting smile she stroked my cheek, turned, and walked away.
 

Cover Reveal! A Gift For Chloe – Susan Lohrer

I am so excited to share the cover of my lovely friend’s upcoming release!

 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 4, 2014
Digital ISBN-10:1631120662 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-066-4
 
A Gift for Chloe
 
Her carefully ordered world is turning upside down…
Linda is the one who holds her family together. She’s an absolute rock—at least, she was until her daughter announced her pregnancy (wait, isn’t 40 way too young to become a grandmother?) and delivered the news that the baby has Down syndrome.
Now she finds herself standing in the middle of a bookstore, floundering to regain her equilibrium as her carefully ordered world tumbles willy-nilly around her. Instead of making a relatively simple decision about which book to buy, she’s spent an hour waffling between two titles and trying (and failing) to come to grips with this new reality she hasn’t had nearly enough chance to prepare for. It’s not that she hasn’t already fallen head over heels in love with baby Chloe, but this is something she’s not equipped to handle—she can’t even choose a self-help book on the subject, for goodness’ sake.
Her friends and the medical professionals blithely insist she’ll forget all about special needs the moment she sees her grandchild for the first time. Even the too-good-to-be-true, optimistic fellow customer she encounters in the aisle of the bookstore seems to think she’s worried over nothing.

This handsome stranger is obviously compassionate and knows a lot about Downs, but Linda is in no way interested in striking up a conversation with him, let alone a friendship, no matter how intriguing he is… until he performs a random act of kindness she can’t ignore.

Cover Reveal! Vivian (Book 3 of The Three Mrs Monroes) by Bernadette Marie

Another stunning cover from the new series by my lovely author friend Bernadette Marie!

 
Genre Contemporary Romance
Vivian Book three of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: September 18, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120425 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-042-8
Print ISBN-10: 1631120433 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-043-5
 
From loss breeds new beginnings
Vivian Monroe had been jaded. Her husband’s death only compounded the lies she’d only
come to learn about.
Clayton 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.
Midst new friendships and new romance, Vivian must let go of her pain and face the
woman who helped Adam Monroe weave his deceptive web.

Cover Reveal! Bernadette Marie Book 2 in her new series The Three Mrs Monroes! Penelope

Some
men keep secrets…Adam Monroe kept three.
Genre Contemporary Romance:
Penelope Book two of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: July 31, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120409 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-040-4
Print ISBN-10: 1631120417 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-041-1
From loss breeds new life.
Penelope Monroe married on impulse and her heart had been broken by Adam Monroe’s lies.
Pregnant she wonders how she will survive, alone, with her baby.
Brock Romero held Adam Monroe when he died in combat. Now released from the Army he makes it his priority to find Adam’s wife and share with her his last words.

On the verge of making the same mistake twice, Penelope must trust her heart—especially when new lies are uncovered.

 

COVER REVEAL – LISA J HOBMAN – BRIDGE OF HOPE :-D

Oh my WORD!!! I am sooooo excited to share this with you all!!

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Release Date: August 21, 2014
Digital ISBN 10:163112062X ISBN 13:978-1-63112-062-6
Print ISBN-10:1631120638 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-063-3
Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…
I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon; my guitar.
But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I took my anger out on her.
On Mallory.
But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from.

Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?

One Year On – The Rollercoaster Ride Continues!

Today marks the one year anniversary of the publishing of my debut novel Bridge Over the Atlantic. They say ‘Time flies when you’re having fun’ and I guess that, seeing as it feels like only yesterday, it must be true!  This year has seen some dramatic changes in my life. I became a full time writer firstly. That was something I never expected. But it has been an amazing experience.

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

I have appeared in national and local press and been featured on lots of blogs by fabulous bloggers who share my passion for books. It’s so wonderful to receive such positive support from people and I always try to reciprocate that support. I have made some really good friends out there in the writing world too, authors and readers alike and I love that I have so many people to communicate with about my passion. To be shortlisted for a national award by The Romantic Novelists Association was just astounding! I think after overcoming the shock I cried for an hour solid! The event that took place in London on March 17th was fantastic and I got to meet one of my favourite authors of all time – Lisa Jewell

Official pic of contemporary romance category shortlisted authors courtesy of The RNA

Official pic of contemporary romance category shortlisted authors courtesy of The RNA

Bridge Over the Atlantic will always be my novel ‘baby’. It was the first attempt I made at writing a book. I had no clue how it would go or if anyone would be in the slightest bit interested in what I had to say. But a year on and the response to the book—especially to Greg—has blown me away!

Quote from Greg - Bridge Over the Atlantic

Quote from Greg – Bridge Over the Atlantic

He probably should have his own fan club! When I wrote the book I always pictured Gerard Butler as Greg and it still is a dream of mine to one day see the book turned into a movie. I wonder if I could convince Mister Butler to play the part 😉 I suppose I have to be realistic though as I think every author probably shares that dream and it happens to so few books when you look at the great scheme of things. But I can still dream!

I have had some wonderful messages over this past year from people who have read Bridge Over the Atlantic and have fallen in love with Scotland and the Highlands as a result. It touches my heart to hear people telling me how my book reached them emotionally too as that was one of the things I was most nervous about; would the emotion come across?

The reviews—good and bad—have taught me so much and although it’s hard to read the more negative ones they have helped me to realise that I can’t please everyone. All I can do is try my best and write from the heart.

Editing has begun on the companion novel now and this will be out in October. That feels like such a long time away but I think we all know it will be here before we know it and so I won’t go wishing the time away.

Tag line pic from Bridge of Hope

Tag line pic from Bridge of Hope

What I will say finally is a HUGE thank you to my family, my friends and my publishing company 5 Prince Publishing for the continued encouragement and support.

Here are some of the images from this last year that tell the story of my journey as an author.

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

My first publicity shot taken by Craig at Craig Photography Studio

My first publicity shot taken by Craig at Craig Photography Studio

The stunning updated cover for my second novel

The stunning updated cover for my second novel

Me with Lisa Jewell

Me with Lisa Jewell at The RoNAs

RNA Awards Contemporary Romance Category 2014

RNA Awards Contemporary Romance Category 2014

Celebrating publishing

Celebrating publishing

My first book signing event!

My first book signing event!

Quote from Greg - Bridge Over the Atlantic

Quote from Greg – Bridge Over the Atlantic

Me and the fab cake I had at my launch party

Me and the fab cake I had at my launch party

My third novel The Girl Before Eve

My third novel The Girl Before Eve

The wonderful publishers who gave me a chance

The wonderful publishers who gave me a chance

The actual Bridge Over the Atlantic in the Highlands that inspired my debut novel

The actual Bridge Over the Atlantic in the Highlands that inspired my debut novel

Cover Reveal! Bernadette Marie – Indomitable Spirit

Today I’m delighted to share with you all the new cover for my friend and fellow author’s upcoming novel. Bernadette Marie is soon to be releasing Indomitable Spirit the next novel in her Aspen Creek series…

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: April 24, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-034-3 ISBN: 10: 1631120344
Print ISBN-10: 1631120352 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-035-0
Indomitable Spirit:
Caught between the traditional Korean culture of her mother and the fun-loving Irish heritage of her father, Kym O’Byrne has never felt truly at home … until she inherits the O’Byrne Karate School in the sleepy Colorado town of Aspen Creek. Staying focused and disciplined is her game, but something buried deep within the eyes of the grouchy handyman, John Larson—father of some of her most promising students—threatens to turn her strict world on its end …