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An exciting day for 5 Prince Publishing! Check out the new releases, including one of my own!!

It is certainly a busy month for my publisher!! I hope you will check out the new releases below! Some fantastic new titles from a very talented bunch of authors!

Enjoy!

Lisa 🙂

Available from 5 Prince
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Genre: Fiction, General, Literary,
Release Date: February 5, 2015
Digital ISBN: 13:978-1-63112-080-0 ISBN 10: 1631120808
Print ISBN: 13: 978-1-63112-081-7 ISBN 10: 1-63112-081-6
Permanent Spring Showers
Professor Rebecca Stanley-Wilson is having a very bad season. Her husband has just admitted to having an affair. And it was with one of her students.
Blame it on a desire for revenge (or way too much alcohol), she then has had one of her own. Unfortunately for her, her affair was with one of the great upcoming painters of his generation. The ramifications of that one torrid evening will not only be felt across her life but over the entire art world. 
Sexy, funny, and very surprising, Permanent Spring Showers is the tale of one very memorable springtime and how it impacts a group of unique artists and dreamers. From the writer who is creating a new literary movement (through outright manipulation), to the hopeful Olympian with the failing marriage, to the romantic wondering what he did wrong to drive his love from him, each tale walks the line between reality and fantasy. And waiting at the end of the line is a very important painting… and possibly the revolver used in the Lincoln Assassination. 
About Scott D. Southard
Scott D. Southard is the author of A Jane Austen
Daydream, Maximilian Standforth and the Case of the Dangerous Dare, My Problem
With Doors, Megan, 3 Days in Rome and Me Stuff. His eclectic writing has also
found its way into radio, as Scott was the creator of the radio comedy series
The Dante Experience. The production was honored with the Golden Headset Award
for Best MultiCast Audio and the Silver Ogle Award for Best Fantasy Audio Production. Scott received his Master’s in writing from the University of Southern California. Scott can be found on the internet via his writing blog “The Musings & Artful Blunders of Scott D. Southard” where he writes on topics ranging from writing, art, books, TV, writing, parenting, life, movies, and writing. He even shares original fiction on the site. His blog can be found at http://sdsouthard.com. Scott is also the fiction book reviewer for
WKAR’s daily radio show Current State.
How to Contact Scott D Southard
Website:
sdsouthard.com
Twitter:
@sdsouthard
 
 
 
 
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Genre: Fiction,
Romance Contemporary
Release Date:
February 5, 2015
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-097-8
ISBN 10: 1631120972
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-098-5 ISBN 10: 1631120980
Reasons to Stay
Just when she has learned to trust again Stevie’s life is once more thrust into uncertainty. Left with only the memories of her deeply passionate relationship she tries to piece together what is left of her heart.
Shocking news leaves her reeling once again as she tries to help her first love Jason’s brother, Dillon, to rebuild his life.
Will Stevie’s heart ever be mended? And if so who will be the man worthy of her trust? And will she ever get her happy ever after?
About Lisa J Hobman
Lisa is happily married to her soul-mate and they have a
daughter and two crazy dogs. She especially enjoys being creative and now
writes almost full time.
In 2012 Lisa and her family relocated from England to their
beloved Scotland; a place of happy holidays and memories for them. Her new
location now features in all of her books.
Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although
in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics. Some of which appear in
her stories.
Since she started writing in 2012 she has loved every minute
of becoming a published author.
How to Reach Lisa J Hobman
Twitter:
@LivingScottishD
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Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: February 5, 2015
Digital ISBN-10:1631121006 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-100-5
Print ISBN-10:1631121014 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-101-2
The Escape Clause
Longing to experience the life her mother once led—the life of a carefree Parisian heiress—Avery Keller opts to give up everything she’s ever known—family, home, and a love affair with her dearest friend Pete. But when the dream abroad becomes a nightmare, Avery must
count on her family and the man she loves to help her escape. But once home can she pick up where she left or will fate have stepped in and given Pete someone new to love?
About Bernadette
Marie
Bernadette Marie has been an
avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook
with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing
started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old
typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back
porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22
years.
In 2007—after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children—Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books.
In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary titles. She also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.
In 2012 Bernadette Marie began to find herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble to name a few. Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists. Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events—usually hockey. She is also an
accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An avid reader, she enjoys contemporary romances with humor and happily ever afters.
@writesromance on Twitter
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Release Day for 5 Prince Publishing!

Available from 5 Prince
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Genre: FICTION / Westerns
Release Date: November 6, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-077-0 ISBN 10: 1631120778
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-078-7  ISBN 10: 1631120786

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Sheriff Luke Atwell, a religious man, doubts his occupation after
accidentally shooting a female bystander during a gunfight. The violent
deaths of lawmen and criminals that follow heighten his questioning and he
joins the priesthood to counter evil as a man of peace. However, his
lawman instincts remain as he deals with crime in his inner-city parish.
Temporarily relieved of his priestly obligations, Atwell returns as sheriff to
the changed, now crime-ridden Kansas town to rethink his calling, joined by
unlikely reinforcements—an experienced but alcoholic deputy and a youthful
banjo player. The team, often outnumbered, confronts thieves and killers in a
series of gun battles. As Atwell fights lawlessness, he struggles with his
feelings toward a recent widow. Eventually he must decide:  keep the badge or again wear the clerical
collar.

 
 
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Genre: FICTION / African American / Contemporary Women
Release Date: November 6, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-075-6 ISBN 10:1631120751
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-076-3 ISBN 10:163112076X

 Sydnee Garrett has a lot on her
to-do list. Wrangle her young and rambunctious twin boys.
Check. Get her life back in order since her husband decided to leave her for a
much younger woman. Check. And buy a Christmas tree. Check.

What she wasn’t expecting was
adding one more thing to her list. A young, sexy personal trainer. Check.
Quinn Masters is a man who knows what he wants and doesnt take no for an answer. He isnt fazed by age or race differences and he does
everything in his power to win Sydnee over.
Will Sydnee continue to fight
for her orderly life or welcome in the chaos that’s threatening to change her
entire world?
 
 
 

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Genre: Fiction, Romance,
Historical, Alternative History
Release Date: March 13, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-082-4 ISBN 10: 1631120824
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-079-4 ISBN 10: 1631120794

Living abroad, Adela
Tilden has avoided the worst of the rebellion. But now that King William
has ordered her back on risk of disinheritance, it doesn’t seem she’ll be able
to stay out of the tumult. Of course, Adela has never abided being a pawn.

With two men ahead of
her, and one left behind, she has to hope she can control this game–or else she
might lose her life.

Between books 1 and 2
of the Broken Line series, The Copper Rebellion is a
glimpse into Antony and Adela’s lost years after The Copper Witch

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Genre: FICTION / Historical /Thrillers
Release Date: November 6, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-069-5 ISBN 10:1631120697
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-070-1 ISBN 10:1631120700

 On
Orders Of The Commandant
is an historical novel, set
inside a 1940’s concentration camp in Auschwitz, Poland.

It
is the story of four men who are imprisoned.
In their
afterwards struggle, they deal with several issues-desolation, losing their
family and freedom-but more importantly are confronted with the knowledge of a
machinated plot intended by an SS First Commandant right
under their noses.
A
plan is conceived, after having an underground exit pointed out to them,
to escape the concentration camp itself…
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Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary / Ghost / Paranormal
Release Date: November 6, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-073-2 ISBN 10:1631120735
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-074-9 ISBN 10:1631120743

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This novella follows on from Bridge Over the Atlantic and Bridge of Hope and should not be read as a stand alone
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?

 
 
 
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Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Release Date: November 6, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-067-1 ISBN 10:1631120670
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-068-8 ISBN 10:1631120689

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Johnny, an IT geek still lives at home with his parents. When
his brother and sister-in-law help a sick friend, he gets coerced into babysitting
his two year old niece, Zoe, on a weekly basis. Johnny reluctantly takes on the
challenge with humourous and often near-disastrous results. Over time, Zoe’s
independence-seeking and outgoing personality inspires Johnny to try to improve
his health, his fashion sense and even his love life. However, after a couple
of setbacks, Johnny wonders if it’s worth the effort and retreats to his former
habits. Can Zoe show him the way to true love?

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!

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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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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.

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.

New Release! Pete Abela – A Painted Room

Yet another new release from the wonderful 5 Prince Publishing! I am delighted to share news of Pete Abela’s book A Painted Room!

 

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction, Family Life
Release Date: August 7, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-055-8 ISBN 10: 1631120557
Print ISBN 13:978-1-63112-056-5 ISBN 10: 1631120565
 
 
 
 
 
 
A Painted Room
The best day in a
parent’s life turns into the worst.
For expectant parents, the origins of a
new life are usually accompanied by excitement, anticipation and just a touch
of anxiety about the future. There are classes to attend, prams to buy, and of
course, the baby’s room has to be painted.
This description fits Gary and Melinda quite nicely – except
Gary hasn’t painted the baby’s room yet. He finally gets around to starting the
job, but Melinda’s water breaks before he finishes the first coat.
From there, the situation rapidly deteriorates. Their baby,
Justin, is born via caesarean. Shortly after the birth Justin experiences
breathing difficulties and is transferred to intensive care a few hours later.
The story follows Gary over a tumultuous few days as Justin
undergoes emergency treatment. Gary and Melinda quickly discover that when a
baby’s life is on the line, it doesn’t really matter whether or not you have a
painted room.
About Pete Abela
Pete heralds from the city of Wollongong, just south of
Sydney in the state of New South Wales, Australia, where he lives with his wife
and four kids. His love of reading eventually led him to take up writing, a
difficult task which presents rewards and challenges in equal measure. A Painted Room is Pete’s second book,
and follows his debut novel, Wings
(2012).
When he’s not working, reading, writing or enjoying the
company of his family, Pete likes to sneak away for a bit of exercise – either
tennis, golf or a refreshing swim.
You can find more about Pete at his website and blog
(http://peteabela.com). The blog contains a number of bad jokes and puns. You
have been warned.
How to contact the author:
Twitter: @PeteAbela

 

CHAPTER ONE

Melinda waddled into
the bedroom, looked at the display on the luminous alarm clock and frowned.
Shaking her head, she trudged across the room and pulled herself slowly onto
the bed, wincing as her back registered its habitual protest.
She looked down at her
body, an expression of displeasure crossing her pretty face. A couple of
varicose veins featured prominently on her once smooth and unblemished legs.
She removed the chain from around her neck and unthreaded the wedding band.
Holding the ring in one hand, she tried to place it on her swollen ring finger first
then her pinkie, but could not get past the first knuckle with either of them.
Shaking her head, she replaced the ring on the chain. Her pajama top stretched
tightly over her eight-month belly. She tried to pull the top down to cover the
exposed band of skin at the bottom of her tummy, and snorted in disgust when it
sprang back, once again revealing her stretch marks.
Melinda picked up a
piece of paper from the bedside table and examined it closely. It did not give
her any more joy than the sight of her pregnant body had. In fact, she scowled
as she perused the paper.
It was a list of jobs.
A long list of jobs and
only a few of them had been crossed out. The spare bedroom still needed to be
cleaned out and painted. The cot required assembly and the plastic bags full of
nappies, bibs, clothes and toys still remained unsorted.
A leather bound diary
lay on the bed. Melinda turned to the yearly planner page and placed her finger
on a prominently circled date. She counted backwards, a week at a time on her
fingers, stopping at four. She looked from the list to her fingers and back
again with pursed lips. Reaching across to the alarm clock, she fiddled with
the settings.
The jangle of keys at
the front door interrupted her. She looked up expectantly, and then composed
her features to remove any trace of welcome. The keys were dropped, and a male
voice swore. The jangling resumed and the front door opened. Melinda sat back
on the bed with her arms crossed and looked down at her watch. “It’s about
time,” she greeted him icily.
“Hello to you too,”
replied Gary.
“Don’t give me hello.
Where have you been?”
“I just had a few boys
with the drinks,” slurred Gary. “It’s not even midnight. Why are you upset?”
“Where do I begin?”
asked Melinda. “For starters, you said you’d come straight home after soccer
and empty the spare room.” She picked up the list and waved it at Gary, before
throwing it in the air in disgust. Gary’s vacant eyes followed the list,
struggling to keep up with it as it floated gently to the floor. “You never
called and told me where you were. I’ve been stuck at home, resting under
doctor’s orders, not able to have a drink, not supposed to do anything, bored
and uncomfortable. All the while, you’re gallivanting around the country side,
getting drunk with your mates.”
Gary threw his arms
into the air. “I’ve been going out with the boys for years. I don’t know why
it’s a problem all of a sudden.”
“Were you even
listening to me?” pleaded Melinda, a solitary tear trickling down her cheek. “I
can’t go out. I can’t occupy myself. I’m stuck at home alone. I need you here with
me.” She flicked the switch on the bedside lamp, sending the room into
darkness. “I’m going to sleep.”
#
Gary groaned.
He fumbled and bashed
the alarm clock which had jolted him out of an unsettled sleep. He half-opened
one eye. The luminescent dials glowed brightly, searing into his glassy eyeball
like a hot poker. His befuddled brain struggled to make sense of his
surroundings. Was it Monday already? Surely not. It must be Sunday. But what
could cause the alarm to go off at quarter to six?
Melinda looked across
at him. “Morning dear,” she said in a loud and cheerful tone. “We’ve got a big
day today.”
“A what?” Gary shook
his head. “What on earth is going on? What are you talking about?”
“It’s Sunday. We’ve got
a heap of jobs to do. You promised me we’d finish the painting today. And since
we didn’t clear out the room yesterday afternoon, we’re going to have to get up
early in order to finish.”
“Hold on a minute. Take
it back to the start,” commanded Gary. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve woken
me up at sparrow’s fart on a Sunday morning so I can empty the spare bedroom?
You must be crazy. I’m going back to sleep.” He rolled over, pulling the pillow
over his head and digging into the quilt. However, his pounding head and
cardboard tongue prevented him from relaxing.
Another bout of beeping
broke out, this time from across the room.
“I think that’s your
phone dear,” suggested Melinda with just the hint of a smile. “Why don’t you
get it?”
Gary groaned. “I can
see I’m not going to get any more sleep this morning,” he grumbled as he
stumbled out of bed.
Everything hurt. His
legs and lower back were sore from the after-effects of the previous day’s
soccer match, his right foot throbbed, and his head pounded as a result of his
night on the town. “But I don’t think I’m going to be much good to anyone in
this state.”
“It might be good for
you,” suggested Melinda. “You’ll need some practice operating in a
sleep-deprived state for when the baby comes.”
“I’d rather put off the
practice and just cope with it when the time comes.”
“How about this for a
deal?” asked Melinda. “It’s the best offer you’re likely to get all day. If you
go and get started on the bedroom, I’ll whip up some bacon and eggs for
breakfast. I’ll chuck in a couple of Beroccas as well. That’ll get you into the
day, and hopefully we’ll get the things done we need to.”
“I might need to take
something before I start,” admitted Gary. “However, I did promise to do the
painting, so I’ll take you up on your offer.” He paused. “I’m sorry for last
night as well. I did mean to come home straight after soccer. But I scored the
winning goal and now we’re in the Grand Final. The boys pestered me to come
out. I was just going to have one drink but once I got there, I couldn’t say
no. I drank one, and then someone else put another drink in front of me.” He
walked to Melinda’s side of the bed, knelt down and took her hand. “I’m sorry I
didn’t come home on time. I’m sorry I didn’t call you to let you know where I
was, and I’m sorry I didn’t clean the baby’s room last night. I’ll try to make
up for it today, even if it kills me.”
“By the look of you, it
might actually do that,” laughed Melinda.
#
Gary looked at the
results of his work with pride. Despite feeling sore and lethargic, he had
worked diligently and made large inroads into his task of cleaning the spare
room in preparation for painting. Most of the cleared debris stemmed from the
numerous holidays taken over their nine years together. A pile of suitcases,
photo albums and souvenirs from all corners of the globe stood in a neat pile
in the hallway, ready to be placed in the attic.
He smiled at Melinda as
he entered the kitchen. “Brekkie smells good. The room’s looking good too.
Another half hour and I think we’ll be ready for painting, so there’s no reason
I shouldn’t get this done today.”
Melinda returned his
smile warmly as she carried his steaming plate to the table. “That sounds
great. It’ll be a big load off my mind.”
Gary picked up his
knife and fork. “Nothing but the best for you, my dear.” He tucked ravenously
into the food on his plate. “This is good. It really hits the spot. Even though
I’ve made some good progress this morning, I think I was running on empty.”
“Eat up then,” said
Melinda. “You’ve got a busy day in front of you.”
He looked at her
curiously. “I know it’s an important job, although I’m not sure I understand
why you’re so keen to get it done today. We’ve still got a few weeks to go.”
“There are no
guarantees about the timing – the baby could come tomorrow.” She patted her
bulging belly. “Looking at the size of me, it’s hard to imagine I could get
much bigger. And besides, there are lots of other jobs that are waiting on this
one. Now that I’ve finished work, I can potter around during the week in my own
time and apply the finishing touches.”
Gary looked at her with
concern. “Don’t forget that Dr. Downing said you have to take it easy. After
all, that’s the reason you’ve finished work. You’re meant to be putting your
feet up to ensure your blood pressure doesn’t rise any further.”
“The biggest thing
that’s likely to have an impact on my blood pressure is if you don’t finish the
painting.” Melinda smiled to show that she joked, although Gary could tell
there was a degree of truth in the statement. “If I wait for you, the jobs will
never get done. I won’t push myself. Even if I only spend an hour or two a day,
I’ll be able to keep myself occupied plus continue to get ready.”
“Not long to go now,”
said Gary. “Your blood pressure will drop, your belly will disappear and things
will go back to normal.”
Melinda raised an
eyebrow. “Back to normal? Are you joking?” She circled until she was opposite
Gary and leaned forward with both hands on the table. “The changes are just
about to start. Life as we know it will never be the same once this little
bundle pops out.”
“How hard can it be?”
Gary dipped the last piece of toast into the remains of his egg yolk and
scoffed it down. “Sure, we might be sleep-deprived for a while, but that never
hurt anyone.” He yawned. “Well, not much anyway. People have been having babies
for thousands of years, and doing it without any of the modern conveniences we
have. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“That’s not what my
girlfriends tell me,” commented Melinda. “They divide their lives into two –
Before Baby and After Baby – and if they are to be believed, there is no
comparison between the two.”
Gary stood, wiping his
mouth. “I’m sure we’ll be able to cope,” he said as he turned and walked back
to the bedroom.
#
Melinda dragged the
sheet across the floor in an attempt to cover the carpet before Gary could
spill any paint on it. He looked at her. “Sit down, love. You need to rest and
leave me to paint.”
Melinda looked up. “I’m
happy for you to do the painting. Just make sure you keep the floor covered.”
“No problem, Melinda.
I’m going fine. Just relax. You can sit there and watch if you like.”
Melinda smiled at Gary.
A surge of affection rose unbidden within her. Gary looked like a big kid,
dressed in his daggiest tracksuit pants and a faded Billy Joel t-shirt. Blobs
of paint were in evidence everywhere – on his shirt, on his pants and even one
large smear across his left cheek. His thinning black hair was dishevelled and
his paint-smudged face managed to simultaneously convey expressions of impish
mischievousness and gentle concern.
Melinda sank into the
large, padded armchair purchased for night feeds. She rested her feet on a
convenient paint tin and eased her neck and head into the back of the chair.
The long, slow strokes of the roller travelling up and down the wall possessed
a strangely hypnotic quality. She sat in silence, her eyes following the
roller’s progress as it transformed the wall from a dull peach to a light and
airy green.
“You look like you’re
falling asleep,” observed Gary.
Melinda sat up with a
start. “Sorry – just day-dreaming, remembering how long it took to get
pregnant.”
“I kind of miss those
days,” said Gary. “Too much was never enough.”
Melinda laughed. “As I
recall, you were doing it pretty tough. In fact -”
Melinda paused
mid-sentence. She touched her thighs with her hands and sat up straight in her
chair. She looked down at the ground.
“In fact what?” A look
of concern crossed Gary’s face. “Are you all right?”
“I’m all wet. I
think my waters have broken.”

Release Day! Bernadette Marie – Amelia #1 in The Three Mrs Monroes Series

I am over the moon to be sharing this latest release with you all! Bernadette is a good friend of mine and a talented bestselling author too. This is the first release in a new series and I’m sure you will join me in wishing Bernadette every success with this new set of wonderful stories!

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Amelia Book one of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: July 31, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120387 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-038-1
Print ISBN-10: 1631120395 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-039-8
From loss breeds new opportunity.
Amelia Monroe had felt the sharp pain from the loss of a soldier before—Adam Monroe’s death didn’t have that same effect.
Sam Jackson had one job—deliver Adam Monroe’s revised will. Even he couldn’t have anticipated that he’d be entangled in the web of lies his client had woven.
Doing what is right had been inbred in Amelia. She’d planned to say her goodbyes and start fresh. Staying in Adam’s small town with his other lies, that wasn’t part of her plan.
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 Amelia:
Chapter One
God she was miserable Amelia Monroe rolled up the window on her Ford
Blazer as she turned down the dirt road which led to the small church. She’d
only been to Parson’s Gulch, Oklahoma once, and she certainly hadn’t been privy
to its back roads.
No, her husband Adam didn’t want anything to do with the small town—and now she knew why.
She pulled into the lot of the small church and her heart began to race and a pain in her chest forced her to suck in a deep breath. She’d filed for divorce three months ago. Adam Monroe had lied to her for two years. There had been so much more to him and she’d failed to see it.
Now she sat in her truck, the heat suffocating
her, as she watched his other wife and their two children climb from the black
limousine and walk into the church.
The bastard had been married, with a family,
long before he and Amelia had met. That was the end of her marriage. In that
moment, she’d even contemplated killing him, but that wasn’t how she did
things—she was just angry.
Amelia Monroe had been raised to think calmly
and use her words to fight, not her hands—though she could. She was plenty
capable of killing the man. She was a trained martial artist. There were
hundreds of ways she could have taken him down.
There had been no need to do that though. A land
mine in Iraq had ended his life.
She sucked back tears as she thought about it.
Damn it, he might have been a bastard, but she’d loved him. His death wasn’t
what she’d wanted—not really anyway.
She’d just wanted him to suffer for
his lies and his deceptions. She didn’t want him to be taken from his
children—now that she knew he had them.
But here she was at the funeral of her husband and she’d opted to not be singled out. There would be no front pew in the church. She didn’t want a flag or a limo. It would be better off if no one knew she was here.
She’d made the trek for peace of mind and, well, he was her husband. The fact that the attorney wanted to meet with her and Adam’s other wife after the funeral also had pushed her to attend.
After all, there was a lot to sort out.
Well, Amelia wasn’t one to run. She’d hold her chin high and she’d face the woman Adam had lied to first. The children were only four and two. She wouldn’t do anything to upset them. There wasn’t a need for it. Besides, she knew one thing that the other woman didn’t.
The day was only going to get worse.
In the front pew of the church sat Adam’s first wife, her children and what Amelia would assume were her parents. On the other side were his parents.
She’d never met them, but she recognized them from pictures. In fact, only until five months ago she was under the impression they were both dead.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she sat down in the back pew of the church.
A man in a gray tailored suit stood at the end of the pew. “Are you Amelia?”
She held her breath. This wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want anyone to know who she was. With a slow nod she acknowledged that she was indeed Amelia.
“Sam Jackson, Adam’s attorney.” The man extended his hand and she
shook it. The tension in her shoulders began to slide away. At least this man carried as many secrets with him as she did.
“Do you mind if I sit with you? I don’t know anyone else.”
Amelia moved over and Sam sat down next to her. “You don’t know Vivian?” she whispered and nodded toward Adam’s
other wife.
“No. My business with Adam was
mostly done in Oklahoma City. I never met his wife. Wives.” He gritted his teeth.
“Sorry.”
Amelia clasped her hands in her lap.
“Not as sorry as I am.”
The small church had filled. The
mourners were obviously from the community and had probably known Adam since he
was a child. Many had gone to the front and hugged his mother and Vivian. The children, one on each side, stayed close to her.
As the pastor spoke to the congregation, Amelia’s eyes were glued to the casket draped with an American flag. She hadn’t seen Adam in months. The last time they’d spoken, they’d fought. She’d told him she’d wanted a divorce and he argued with her over it.
He said it had all been a big mistake, but she knew that was a lie.
Oh, she’d hoped he’d pay for what he did. This, however, wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
She lowered her head and wiped her hand across her forehead.
Sam bent his head down. “Are you alright?”
She nodded. “I’m fine. It’s just a bit warm in here.”
The funeral was almost over when another woman
walked through the door. She looked frazzled as if she’d taken that first dirt
road and not the second, which Amelia had been warned about.
She’d been crying—a lot. Sam nodded to Amelia to scoot down and then signaled to the woman to sit next to him. She finally did so.
Amelia looked over at the woman who now was sobbing uncontrollably. She’d like to have cried over him like that too. Wasn’t the widow of a man supposed to be in the front row of the church?
Wasn’t the widow of a U.S. solider supposed to know that she’d married an
honorable man? Wasn’t…
She let out a long breath as the pastor walked toward Adam’s other wife and gave her a hug.
There was no reason to cause a scene. Sam was Adam’s attorney. He was the only reason Amelia had made the trip. Obviously, Adam thought enough to have left her something and that’s why she was here.
She wasn’t one to point fingers and make others mad, that was why she’d asked for a divorce. She wasn’t the kind of woman to show up on Vivian Monroe’s doorstep and tell her that her husband of ten years had been married to her for two years. What good would that have done
for his children?
Amelia watched as Vivian’s daughter clung to her and her other daughter was held by her grandfather. Anger was quickly creeping into the areas that mourning hadn’t filled. How could Adam have done this to his children
The pall bearers stood as the pastor began to walk down the aisle. They carried the casket in a procession and his wife, children, and family followed.
As Vivian reached the back of the church she turned her head and gave Amelia a very knowing glance. One that said
you don’t belong here.
Sam touched her arm. “Are you sure
you’re okay?”
“I wish you wouldn’t have asked me to be here.”
“I appreciate it,” he said as the
woman next to him began to sob even harder.
Sam turned to her. “Ma’am, are you
going to be okay?”
The woman, with her blonde curls
bouncing every time she tried to suck in a breath, shook her head. “Was that
his wife? His other wife?”
Amelia felt a pain shoot through her
chest. She leaned across, in front of Sam as the other mourners left the
church, and looked the woman in her bloodshot eyes.
“Are you Penelope?” she asked
through gritted teeth and the woman slowly nodded.
Amelia sat back against the pew as
the church emptied out and crossed her arms over her chest.
The first Mrs. Monroe had escorted
her husband out of the church.
The second Mrs. Monroe was hidden in
the back, as if she hadn’t existed.
And the third Mrs. Monroe had walked in late.

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.

 

Release Day – Lilac Lane – Ann Swann

 

Available from 5 Prince
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Suspense
Release Date: July 24, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-060-2   ISBN 10: 1631120603
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-061-9      ISBN 10: 1631120611

 

Lilac Lane
Ella and her son survived her ex-husband’s drunken wrath.
They are starting a new life in a new town, Stutter Creek. She’s even met a
real man. A gentle wild life biologist named Chet Boone. But now, her ex has
been released from prison early. Is that him driving past their new house late
at night? Is he the one causing the strange sounds and flickering lights? Can
they survive a second round with a madman?
About the Author:
Ann lives in Texas with her handsome hubby and several
rescue pets.  Return to Stutter Creek is the second book in this Romantic
Suspense series, the first being the aptly named, Stutter Creek. Ann’s first book with 5 Prince Publishing was All For Love, a heartbreaking story of
ill-fated romance. She is also the author of The Phantom Series.  Book One
is Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot, Book Two is Stevie-girl and the Phantom Student, and Book Three is Stevie-girl and the Phantom of Crybaby Bridge.  Ann has also published short fiction in the
anthologies Timeless (paranormal love
stories) and Tales of Terror (horror)
as well as a speculative short story, Chems.
Her current work-in-progress is a full-length horror novel.  When she isn’t writing, Ann is reading. Her to-be-read list has grown so large it has taken on a life of its own. She calls it Herman.
Public contact information
Twitter: @ann_swann
Excerpt of Lilac Lane:
Chapter One
“I really like it, don’t you?” Ella asked.
Nick, her ten-year-old son, looked up at her. “It’s okay, I guess.” His expression said more than his words.
Ella hugged him to her side. “It will be all right,” she said. “Stutter Creek isn’t that far from Albuquerque. It’s just a little resort town. Skiing in the winter, camping and fishing in the summer. It backs right up to the National Park, you know. That’s why it’s such a
tourist town.”
Nick didn’t say anything.
“Don’t worry,” she rattled on. “We’ll be
going to visit Nana all the time, and I’m hoping she’ll come to visit us a lot,
too. We’ll even fix up the spare bedroom just for her.”
She ruffled his dark hair and climbed
the porch steps of their new rental. It was a quaint old house that had seen
better days, but the realtor assured her that all the important stuff, like
plumbing and wiring, had been recently updated. It was only the exterior that
needed a little TLC. “Well, that we
can do,” Ella had replied. “I’ve painted a few houses in my time. My dad was a
carpenter. One of my greatest joys was helping him finish out the houses he
built.” Maybe if we paint it we can get a break on the rent, she thought. But
she didn’t say anything. They had more than enough to worry about at the
moment.
“I don’t see why we had to move anyway,”
Nick pouted, interrupting her reverie. He trudged up the steps behind his mom.
He’d been very brave the whole time they
were packing and moving, but now that they were here, it had suddenly become
real.
Ella felt her spirits slump. “I know,
sweetie, I wish we could have stayed put, too. But this little diner—they call
it The Drugstore—just beckoned me.” She glanced down and smoothed the hair
she’d just tousled. She never came right out and told him they moved specifically
to hide from his stepfather. She just tried to make it sound like one big
adventure. “We could never have bought anything like this back home. The prices
here are half what they are in the city. And there is only one other eating
establishment in the whole town—if you don’t count the convenience store—and I
don’t.” She squeezed his shoulder. “I hope you understand. I just didn’t want
to keep waiting tables forever. I want more, for me and for you.”
Nick shrugged and plopped the box he was
carrying on the sofa. Fortunately it held only books.
He’s just a child, she thought. Am I doing the right thing? She
remembered the bright red handprint on his cheek the day she’d left him in Anson’s
care. It was the day she’d been called into work unexpectedly. Up until then,
her mom had always kept Nick. When Anson tried to tell her Nick had been
disrespectful, thus giving him cause
for a face-slap, she’d become so distraught he wound up shoving her across the
kitchen. When she told him to leave, he’d simply laughed and shoved her again. This
time, her face hit the doorframe. Then he went back to the bedroom and packed her suitcase. But Ella was no one’s
victim. She called the police and had him arrested. She never slapped her
child, she certainly wasn’t going to stand idly by and let someone else do it. When
the officers arrived, Anson was convinced he could talk his way out of going to
jail.
“The boy’s just worthless,” he’d told
the senior officer. “He ain’t mine, you know. Takes after his mother. Or maybe
his old man; who knows? That worthless piece never even claimed him. Now I see
why. Too bad I didn’t know this before I took them in and gave them a home.” He
was talking to the gray-haired cop as if they were sharing confidences over
coffee. He seemed to think every man felt the way he did. Ella assumed it was
the beer talking. Once he got started drinking, things usually got ugly. But
this was the first time they’d gotten physical.
She remembered standing in the doorway
with Nick safely ensconced behind her. “Does he need to see a doctor?” the
younger officer asked.
Glancing back at Nick, the red handprint
standing out on his face like day-glo under black light, Ella shook her head. “No,
he’ll be okay as long as we get away from that madman.” Her eyes were crusty where
she’d accidentally wiped blood from her cheek into her lashes.
“I’ll need you to come to the station
and file an official report. But first, the hospital for an x-ray.” The officer
nodded toward her swelling cheek. “I’m no doctor, but I think you’ve got a
fracture there.”
Tears spilled from her eyes when he said
that. They mixed with the smear of blood and left red trails down her face. “I
feel so stupid,” she said. “How could I have let this happen?”
The officer was kind. “You didn’t let it
happen, and you didn’t cause it. You’re going to follow through and get him put
away.” He hesitated as if gauging his next words carefully. “And you won’t back
out when it comes time to testify. You won’t go back to him and make all this
night’s work be for nothing, right?”
Ella looked at him as if he were crazy. “Of
course I won’t go back to him. I’m not that
stupid.”
“You’d be surprised how often it
happens,” the officer replied. “You would be surprised.”
The paramedics came, but Ella insisted
she could drive herself to the hospital. She didn’t want to start off her
single life with a huge ambulance bill hanging over her head.
As she took her keys from her purse, she
saw the senior officer snap the cuffs on Anson.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” he yelled
in between curse words. “I’ll sue the whole department. I’ll have your fucking
job! What’s your badge number? It ain’t no crime to swat a smart mouth kid. Especially
not one as worthless as that punk.” When he said that, he turned and looked
right at her and Nick.
They’d been trying to get out of the
house without having to confront him.
“Worthless,” he bellowed, struggling
against the cuffs. His face turned the exact shade of an overripe plum, eyes
bugging out as if they would leap on Nick and Ella and finish the beating. “Both
of ‘em. Not worth shit!” He lunged forward, catching the officer off balance.
“Hey!” The gray-haired cop leapt on
Anson’s back and took him to the floor.
“I’ll kill ‘em,” Anson was screeching. “They’ll
be sorry they did this to me!”
The younger officer shielded Ella and
Nick and hurried them outside. “A woman from Children’s Services will meet you
at the hospital to look after him and take your story.”
That terrified Ella. “Let me call my
mother. She’ll meet us there, too. She’ll help us. I know she will. Please,
don’t let anyone take my boy.”
The paramedic patted her hand. “Settle
down,” he’d said. “No one’s going to take your boy.”
But Ella wasn’t listening.
She was pressing her mother’s picture
icon on her cell phone.
Ella swept the painful memories to the
back of her mind and crossed into the kitchen where she deposited her own box
full of dishes and various utensils. “As soon as we get the rest of these boxes
unloaded, we’ll go to The Drugstore, then explore a bit.”
The movers had done all the heavy work,
but Ella hadn’t trusted them with her grandmother’s china. She also had several
more boxes in the Jeep that contained photos and artwork taken from the walls
of their old house. It had been a cramped ride to their new home, but now that
they were here, in the mountains, Ella was thankful they had the Wrangler. The
roads were beautiful but steep. Even the driveway leading up to the house was
narrow and uneven.
We’ll rent for a while, she thought. And
if it doesn’t work out, we can always go back to Nana’s house. The thought stuck
in her craw, though. Not only did she hate the thought of going back to mama,
but Anson had made such ugly threats when she had him arrested, she was afraid
to be anywhere near him, even if he was in the county jail. It was obvious how
much he had grown to despise both her and Nick. He blamed her for every bad thing
that had happened—even though he was the one who hurt them.
Her hand went to her cheekbone. There
was a permanent indentation there; small, hardly noticeable, but what would it
have looked like the next time she did something that displeased him? And what
would Nick look like the next time he “swatted” him? How long before it
escalated to closed fist rather than open-handed slap?
She couldn’t believe she’d fallen for
someone so mean and hateful. Of course, he hadn’t been either of those things
in the beginning. She recalled all the news stories of wives who had married men
who turned out to be psychopaths in disguise. When the wife disappeared, the
authorities almost always looked at the husband first. One woman disappeared
right off the cruise ship while they were on their honeymoon. Another
disappeared when she discovered her husband had been lying about being a med
student. Her body was later found in the local landfill. And what about that
poor pregnant woman whose husband sunk her body in the ocean? She had been
eight months pregnant.
It’s hard to really know someone, Ella
thought. Especially when they seek to deceive.
Bing-bong.
“Is that the doorbell?” It was the first
time she’d heard it from inside the house. Her first inclination was to call
out, “Come on in!” but her second thought was to yell at Nick not to answer it.
She compromised by hurrying toward the door. “Just a minute, I’m coming!”
When she rounded the corner between the
kitchen and the living room, she could see a woman standing outside the door.
She opened the screen. “Hello?”
The woman held out her hand. “Norma,”
she said. “From next door, well, you know, down the road.” She grinned and
indicated the direction with a wave of her hand. All the houses in this area
were set back from the road at the end of their own stumpy, humpy driveways. Each
one occupied several acres separated from each other by tall pines and junipers.
“Nice to meet you.” Ella took the
proffered hand.
Norma swept streaky gray hair off her
forehead and smiled. “Saw you two unloading boxes and thought I’d stop by and offer
to help. My husband is a long-haul trucker, hardly ever home. So I know how
welcome an extra pair of hands can be.”
Ella returned the woman’s grin even
though she wondered how Norma could possibly know it was just the two of them. How does she know I don’t have a husband lurking
around somewhere?
“Hope you don’t think I’m too forward,”
Norma said, as if she’d read Ella’s thoughts. “Your realtor is my second cousin.
She told me to check in on you guys and make sure you were getting settled.” She
held up a small brown bag that Ella hadn’t even noticed hanging from her arm. “Brownies,”
she said.
Ella laughed and stepped aside so she could
come in. “Nick will love those. Thank you so much. And trust me, we’d welcome
another set of hands if you’re sure you don’t mind.”
Norma passed the bag to Ella and patted
her arm. “Just point me in the right direction.”
Ella called Nick to come in and meet
their new neighbor, and then she showed him the brownies.
“Pleased to meet you,” Nick said
politely. “Do you have any kids?”
Norma shook her head. “Sorry, buddy. My
only daughter is grown and gone. She hasn’t even blessed me with grandchildren
yet.”
Nick’s face fell.
“But don’t you worry.” Her voice was
sympathetic. “We’ve got a wonderful little school here in Stutter Creek. You’ll
make lots of friends. Besides,” her face grew thoughtful. “I’ve got a godson
who is just a bit younger than you. His name is Danny and he just turned
eight.” She glanced at Ella. “I’ll be glad to introduce the two of them—well,
all of you, of course, when you’re ready. Beth and John are excellent parents. In
fact, Beth is a teacher at Stutter Creek Elementary.”
Ella shot her a look of thanks, then led
the way to the kitchen. “Nick is in fifth grade,” she said. “What grade does
Beth teach?”
Norma clucked her tongue. “Can you
believe she teaches fifth grade? Will wonders never cease?”
“That is wonderful,” Ella replied. “I
can’t wait to meet her.”
She waved a hand toward the kitchen. “We
haven’t bought any groceries yet.” She opened the bag containing the homemade
brownies. “But as soon as we finish unloading the Jeep, I’ll run to town and
get some milk to go with these.”
“Couldn’t I have just one,” Nick
wheedled, obviously won over by the cook. “I don’t have to have milk.”
Ella smiled. She’d thought that would be
his response. He was just like her when it came to chocolate. “Of course you
may.” She handed him a still-warm square and pinched off a little taste for
herself. “Sit at the table, kiddo,” she instructed. “I have no idea where the
napkins are. Hmmm, these are delicious.”
Nick sat at the table and sunk his teeth
into the first moist bite.
Together, the two women backtracked to
the Jeep and began carrying in the rest of the boxes.
It was easy to put the cartons in the
appropriate rooms. Ella’s mom had insisted on labeling each one with a giant
Sharpie while helping them pack up the house back in Albuquerque. “Half the
work is done in the preparation,” she’d said. Ella hated to admit it, but it
had made unloading things a lot easier. Even the movers had commented on it.
When the boxes were stowed away, just
waiting to be unpacked, Norma insisted it was time for her to go. But she
invited them to come over for a visit. “Just stop by anytime,” she said. “It’s
the first one on your right when you head back toward town.”
“Can we drop you there on our way to the
grocery store?” Ella glanced out the front window. “I don’t see your car.”
Norma shook her head, gray-streaked
curls bouncing. “I walked. It’s my greatest pleasure, walking these hilly roads.
Good for my heart and my hips.” She winked at Ella. “Besides, it’s only a mile.”
Ella gave her a brief hug. “I’m in awe,”
she said. “Once we get things all figured out, maybe I’ll just join you sometime.”
“I’d love that,” Norma replied. “And
Nicky, too. We’ve got lots of wildlife in these old woods. And I know a trail
that goes straight from my house to yours.”
Nick’s eyes lit up. “I’d like to see
that. We lived in town before.”
“Well, that’s a date then. The first
chance you get, you two stop by and we’ll go exploring.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Ella said.
Norma walked down the porch steps then
turned and gave a little wave. Just past the edge of the drive, she headed into
the woods. Ella could see the beginning of the trail—in another moment, Norma
was invisible.
Wow.
Guess the woods are thicker than I thought.
That gave her a moment’s pause. Finding such a bargain for
rent seemed ideal yesterday, but now she wasn’t so sure. Yep. We definitely have to explore that trail. Face the unknown. Otherwise,
I’ll be imagining all sorts of things lurking there.
Anson’s face popped
into her head. But not him, she thought. He’s in jail. And when he does get
out, he has no way of finding us.
Grabbing her purse and keys, she swept
away tendrils of brunette hair that had escaped her ponytail.
“Remind me to pick up the ingredients
for a caramel pie,” she told Nick as they drove into town. “I’ll make one for
Norma to thank her for coming over and helping us get settled.”
“And for the brownies,” Nick added,
patting his midsection comically. “I liked her. I can’t wait to check out that
trail. You think we could camp out in the woods behind the house? Please?”
Ella laughed. “I’ll bet we can before it
gets too cold. But I guess we’d need a tent, right?”
Nick laughed, too. “And sleeping bags,
and a lantern, you know to see by, and—”
Ella rolled her eyes. “And more money to
buy all this stuff!”
She pointed to a neat white house with
butter colored trim on the right side of the road. The house sat back behind a
lush garden of fall mums, bright purple kale, and shiny green holly bushes
graced with tiny red berries. “Must be Norma’s house,” Ella said. “Wonder how
long it takes her to walk a mile anyhow?”
Nick shrugged. “I’ll bet I could run to
her house and back in no time!”
“I’ll bet you could,” Ella replied. “I’ll
bet you could.”

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?

Cover Reveal! The Painted Room – Pete Abela

5 Prince Publishing has another new author! Pete Abela is today celebrating the cover reveal of his upcoming novel. Check it out below along with the blurb for what sounds like a fascinating story!

 

Genre: Fiction, Family Life
Release Date: August 7, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-055-8 ISBN 10: 1631120557

 

Print ISBN 13:978-1-63112-056-5 ISBN 10: 1631120565
A Painted Room
The best day in a parent’s life turns into the worst.For expectant parents, the origins of a new life are usually accompanied by excitement, anticipation and just a touch of anxiety about the future. There are classes to attend, prams to buy, and of course, the baby’s room has to be painted.
This description fits Gary and Melinda quite nicely – except Gary hasn’t painted the baby’s room yet. He finally gets around to starting the
job, but Melinda’s water breaks before he finishes the first coat.
From there, the situation rapidly deteriorates. Their baby,
Justin, is born via caesarean. Shortly after the birth Justin experiences
breathing difficulties and is transferred to intensive care a few hours later.
The story follows Gary over a tumultuous few days as Justin undergoes emergency treatment. Gary and Melinda quickly discover that when a
baby’s life is on the line, it doesn’t really matter whether or not you have a
painted room.