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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
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
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
 
 
 
 
Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
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
Available from 5 Prince
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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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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
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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.

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.
 
 

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.

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! Bernadette Marie – The Acceptance

I am over the moon to share with you Bernadette Marie’s SEVENTEENTH novel release! Yes you read that right SEVENTEEN!! Go Bernadette!

Available from 5 Prince
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: June 26, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120360 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-036-7
Print ISBN-10: 1631120379 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-037-4
The Acceptance:
Tyler Benson’s world was shaken with the news that he had a sister—one he never knew he had. Though he loves his sister, and his family remains a tightly woven unit, he simply can’t shake the feeling of betrayal from his mother. After a sabbatical from his family to find himself it is time to head back home and try to pick up the pieces of his life.
Courtney Fields has learned to deal with many tragedies. Losing her sight at eight-years-old was only a challenge that gave her many other skills. Now dealing with the loss of her brother in combat will no doubt teach her new lessons in life.
When Tyler meets Courtney on a South bound flight to Nashville he couldn’t possibly have expected that she’d be his lesson in accepting the things he cannot change or control. But can he reciprocate in helping her accept the loss of her brother when she learns the truth of his death?
About Bernadette Marie
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 from The Acceptance

There was something about an airport. People were coming and
going. Some were heading out for adventure and some were heading home—just like
Tyler Benson.

Nashville would always be home. He’d taken nearly three
years to see the world and think his life through. He wasn’t sure he had a
better grasp on it yet, but he knew one thing—he missed his family.
Why had he let his mother’s choices affect him so much?
Things must have been pretty bad for her if she gave up a child and never spoke
of it again.
The man in him understood. She was protecting him and his
brother from what had happened to her when she’d fallen in love with an abusive
man who tried to kill her. But the boy in him was still hurt.
Heading back wouldn’t fix everything. He assumed there’d be
a lot of late night talks over the kitchen table as there had been when he was
a teenager. His father already had offered him a good job in the construction
firm which had been in the family for generations. And—he needed to finally get
to really know his sister.
Darcy had been as shocked as Tyler when she’d learned who
her mother was. After all, she’d fallen in love with Tyler’s cousin—that had to
have been a little odd. But the Keller family was eclectic. It was made up of
lots of adopted children, but they were still one big family.
His cousin Ed and his sister Darcy had been married over a
year now. Their wedding had been the only time Tyler had been home in three
years. Now it was time to face his parents and ask for some forgiveness, though
he was sure they’d give it to him. Everyone understood his need to find
himself.
They called his flight from New York to Nashville and it was
time to board the plane. He stood and moved toward the line as a woman ran
right into him.
“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly.
“It’s no problem.” He looked down and noticed she’d dropped
her scarf. “You dropped this.” He bent down to pick it up and hand it to her.
The woman only held out her hand, but didn’t reach for it.
Tyler placed it in her open hand.
“Oh, thank you. I lose more things.” She gave a casual laugh
and continued on. It was then he noticed the cane in her other hand.
“Do you need an arm to get on the plane?”
She smiled at him, though her eyes were shielded behind big
sunglasses. “Are you a nice man or do you feel sorry for me?”
That was quite a question, he thought. “Well, I’d like to
think it was because I was raised right.”
“You’re from the South.” She thought a moment. “Tennessee?”
“Yes. Born and raised in Nashville.”
She leaned in closer to him. “I guessed from your accent and
since we’re getting on a flight bound that way.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Offer still holds.”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Tyler. Tyler Benson.”
“Courtney Fields and, Mr. Benson, I’d love to have you guide
me if you don’t mind.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
He let her take his arm, though she didn’t interlock elbows,
instead she held the back of his arm just above his elbow.
When they approached the door Courtney held out her ticket
and the woman scanned the ticket and placed the stub back in her hand. She then
did the same for Tyler.
Once checked in, they walked down the jet bridge.
“Do you travel a lot, Mr. Benson?”
“It’s Tyler, and I’ve been doing my fair share the past few
years. How about you?”
“I’ve been seeing the world, though not intentionally. So
yes. I travel quite a bit. But this is a special trip back home.”
He desperately wanted to ask her why she said she’d been
seeing the world. Could she see? Was it just a figure of speech?
“Hello, Ms. Fields.” The stewardess greeted her as they
walked on board.
“Celia.” Courtney smiled, having obviously recognized the
woman’s voice. “I didn’t expect you on this flight.”
“I’m state side now.” Celia took Courtney’s hand which still
held her cane and patted it. “I’ve heard we have your brother on board,” she
said softly.
Courtney nodded. “Finally.”
“Your family has been in my thoughts for a long time.”
“Thank you,” Courtney said. “Oh, Celia, this is Tyler. My
arm candy for the walk down the jet way.”
Celia looked at Tyler and then back at Courtney. “I thought
you had an escort.”
“It’s always good to make a new friend. How’s he look?”
Celia scanned another look over him. “You did good.”
Tyler forced a smile. “Thank you?”
Celia laughed. “Courtney, can I help you find your seat?”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll use my arm candy.”
Tyler looked at her ticket. “You’re in 3A.”
“Yep, that sounds right. Where are you?”
“I’m in 4F.”
“You like the window too?”
“Luck of the draw really.”
Courtney stopped and turned back to Celia. “Can you see if
you can arrange my escort to trade to 4F?”
The smile on Celia’s face and the look she casually gave to
Tyler made him a little nervous. His good deed had warranted him a seat change?
“Do you mind sitting by me on the flight? I could use some
good company,” Courtney asked.
Tyler thought about the past three years and wondered if he
could be good company. But, like he’d told her before, he’d been raised right.
And if the woman wanted to sit by him who was he to turn her down?
“If the other passenger doesn’t mind changing I’d be happy
to switch.”
“I still like the window. I hope that’s okay,” she said as
she walked toward her seat.
Once they were seated Courtney turned to him. “Thank you for
picking up my scarf.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Thanks for keeping me company. This trip home is a hard one
and it’ll be nice to have a handsome man to talk to.”
He wondered what made her trip so hard, besides the obvious
hindrance of not being able to see the world around her.
“How do you know I’m so handsome? Celia might have been
lying to you.”
She smiled. “Oh, I can tell you’re handsome. And you’re not
married. I would guess you’re in your mid to late twenties. You were well
educated. You’re about six-two. And you have blue eyes.”
He knew that staring at her with his eyes wide open wasn’t
going to make her aware of how stunned he was, but for some reason he was sure
she knew.
“How do you know all that?”
The smile on her mouth turned into a playful pucker forcing
her cheeks to dimple on both sides. “You handed me my scarf with your left
hand. You don’t have a ring.”
“You felt for a ring?”
“I dropped the scarf on purpose. You smelled good.”
That made him laugh aloud. “Okay, keep going.”
“I’ve held the arms of many people. I’m five-five, so I know
my heights from there.”
“I’m six-three.”
“I was close.”
“My education?”
“You have an accent, but your words have a refined quality
to them. I’d guess you can speak more than one language.”
“My father speaks French, and so does my aunt. I’ve always
known both.”
She nodded slowly as though she were collecting her reward
for knowing so much.
“Okay, those are all logical. How do you know I have blue
eyes?”
“That one was a guess, but I was right. You just told me.”
“You have quite a talent.”
Courtney turned her head toward the window. “You also seemed
lost.”
“I beg your pardon. How would you know that?”
“I could feel it. It felt as though you could use some
company and I sure know I could.”
He wasn’t sure how this woman could tell so much about him,
but she had a keen sense of the world around her.
The last passenger to board the plane was a soldier in
uniform. As he passed by their row he looked down at Courtney as if he knew
she’d be there and then he continued to his seat which Tyler noted was the seat
he was to have occupied.
As the doors were secured the pilot came over the speaker.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be starting our flight
shortly. I wanted to inform you that we have the honor of flying a vet home to
his final resting place today.”
The air in the plane grew thick and Tyler could hear the
many gasps and even sobs which had come from that announcement. He turned
toward Courtney who had gripped her hands in front of her and pressed her
forehead to her white knuckles.
“Are you okay?”
She lifted her head and he could see the tears streak down
her cheek from under her sunglasses. Hesitantly she nodded.
“I’m finally getting to make the journey to take my brother
home.”
Tyler let out a long breath and watched as this woman he’d
just met turned her face toward the warmth of the sun coming in through the small
window.
He’d gained a sister and felt like his world had ended.
Courtney had lost a brother and yet was thankful to be with
him on his final ride home.
Tyler rested his head against the back of his seat. His life
didn’t make any more sense than it had three years ago when he’d left
Nashville. But at least when he got there his brother, sister, and his parents
would be there.
What was there for Courtney?

Bernadette Marie’s Aspen Creek Box Set – Released Today! Yay!

Oh I am so delighted to share this news with you all today! Bernadette is a good friend and I love this series. You can now grab all the books at once in this fab new box set!

 

Aspen Creek Boxed Set 1
Just $9.99 Wow! What a Deal!
Available from 5 Prince
Publishing
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: May 29, 2014
Digital ONLY
ISBN: 13:978-1-63112-057-2
ISBN: 10:1631120573
Aspen Creek Boxed Set 1
Aspen Creek, Colorado is a small town full of big stories. Find out why those who grew up here come home and why celebrities find it the perfect place to have private lives away from the lime light. The Aspen Creek Series Box Set includes the stories of FIRST KISS (Cade and Olivia), UNEXPECTED ADMIRER (Jesse and Melissa), ON THIN ICE (Christopher and Mallory), and INDOMITABLE SPIRIT (John and Kym.)
About Bernadette Marie
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

Release Day! Bernadette Marie – Indomitable Spirit

This author is my idol! I’m delighted once again to be able to share the release of Bernadette Marie’s latest novel in the Aspen Creek Series!

Available from 5 Prince
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
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 …
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

 

Excerpt of Indomitable Spirit
Crisp wind blew off the lake and down through the small mountain town. The streets were bare as the sun crested the mountaintop and sent the lake shimmering in gold and orange hues. Kym O’Bryne stood on her
deck, wrapped in her heavy robe and fuzzy slippers, nursing a warm cup of
coffee that steamed in the brisk November air.
She’d lived in many places. Korea, Ireland, California, and New York to name a few. Each place held its own mystique when fall began to give way to winter. But she’d never experienced anything like the change in the seasons in Colorado.
Already she’d been up for hours. She’d tended to her grandfather. In April he’d turned ninety, and though sharp as a tack, he was becoming frail. It had become her duty to take care of him and she did so with honor. She’d run three miles on her treadmill, within her warm house, and had trained in her dojang, which was downstairs from where she lived. She’d inherited the failing karate school for her thirtieth birthday.
Kym shook her head at the thought. She always assumed she’d run a school. What had made her father purchase the school and hand it over to her, she’d never know. It wasn’t what she considered an ideal location. It was, however, her grandfather’s dream to see his grandchildren carry on the family
tradition. Though, when you saw the name O’Bryne on the door of a karate
school, it didn’t actually give the impression of traditional Korean training.
She shook off the cold and walked back into her home, slipped a piece of bread into the toaster, and finished her cup of coffee. Kym thought of her brothers and their minimal success with their schools. Both of her brothers, Ian and Liam, were Irish through and through. Ian with his blond hair and Liam with his red, both sported emerald green eyes like hers. They’d inherited them from their father, Todd O’Bryne of Dublin, Ireland.
She took her toast from the toaster when it popped and buttered it generously and then slathered strawberry jelly on top of it. It was her little bit of indulgence.
With her toast in hand she sat at the kitchen table, flipped open her laptop, and was pleased to find an email from her mother. She smiled. Oh, it was a grand thought that Todd and Mi Sun O’Bryne had retired back to Dublin, where her father was born. Her mother sent a picture of them standing in front of a pub once owned by her father’s family. They looked happy.
Her mother’s name fit her so well. Mi Sun stood for beauty and goodness and that was what her mother always radiated. Her parents’ was a love story you’d have read in a book or seen in a movie. The tall, gangly Irishman who followed his wanderlust and landed in Korea, where he met the small, beautiful, and graceful daughter of a rice farmer. Both father and daughter dreamed of seeing the world. Todd and Mi Sun were married and lived in Korea for five years, where Ian was born. Then Todd took his family, father-in-law included, and moved to Ireland. That was where Kym was born.
Named after her mother’s family Kym, Kym was born with the Korean features of her mother, except for the emerald green eyes she’d inherited from her father.
After five years it was off to America to live in Sacramento where little Irish Liam was born and the first school of the Kyms and O’Brynes was started.
It seems like a lifetime ago, Kym thought as she cleared her place at the table. She closed her laptop and moved to the cabinet to find the tea to make for her grandfather.
Now Ian, Liam, and she owned schools all over the country that taught Tang Soo Do to the masses, changing lives as they went along. Kym, however, never thought her chance to change lives would be tucked in a small community in the Colorado mountains with less than three thousand people.
When she reached for the canister of tea, she found it was empty. That she should have known, it was on her list, but she’d forgotten to stop at the store. She wished she’d remembered, because the temperature had dropped at least thirty degrees from the day before and now she would have to bundle up, warm her car, and head out to find tea for her grandfather.
John Larson pushed through the front door of the Aspen Creek
Market. How, he wondered, could kids eat through four boxes of cereal, two
boxes of Pop-Tarts, and a box of frozen waffles in a week? They were going to
break him.
He pulled out a cart, and with his head down, he started on
his mission.
“Good morning, John. How are you this lovely morning?”
On a slight oath he turned to see Gloria, the cheerful
clerk, standing at the register with her red apron barely encompassing her
oversized chest and stomach.
“Mornin’.” He pushed forward as quickly as he could. The last
thing he needed on a Sunday morning was to be caught up in one of Gloria’s
hour-long renditions of what her grandbabies did this week that no other child
has done before—like eat and poop. He just didn’t need it.
He fretted over the cereals that his sons liked because
there was a heroic character on them and then over to the ones with a princess,
for his little Abby. But in the end he reached for the generic bag of cereal
with the name that sounded name brand, but wasn’t. He threw two different ones
into his cart and with a grunt he took off to finish his shopping.
A woman’s yelp made him shoot his head up when his cart
collided with another. He found himself staring into the most mesmerizing green
eyes he’d ever seen. How odd they seemed on the very petite Asian woman
standing before him.
His tongue swelled in his mouth and he couldn’t speak to
apologize as she glared at him.
“Sir, don’t you think an apology is in order?”
He stood there, staring at the long, dark hair that fell
from beneath her sensible stocking cap, over her shoulders and down her back.
It had been a very long time since a woman’s beauty had rendered him unable to
think or talk.
“Well, then I’ll apologize for having my cart simply parked
here in the way of your moving one.” She huffed out, reached for a box of tea
bags, and tossed it into her cart.
He simply watched as she backed up her cart and started
around him. She stood erect, and, though she was probably only five feet tall,
he thought she could easily walk among the city streets without anyone messing
with the little ball of beauty and fire.
She stopped and shot him another look with those beautiful,
cool eyes. “I haven’t found too many people in this town who weren’t treated to
manners as a child, but I guess there is always a first.” She went on her way,
moving down the next aisle as John continued to get his breath back.
Once he shook off the utter irritation and delight of the
little woman, John went back to filling his cart with things his children
would, no doubt, devour before he got home from work the next day.
When he headed toward Gloria to check out, he noticed the
dark-haired woman who had stunned his brain with just a few words walk out of
the store.
He unloaded his items onto the conveyor as Gloria began to
scan the boxes, bags, and cans.
“Where’s your veggies?” she asked, analyzing his purchases.
“Pardon me?”
“Those kids need veggies.”
“Yeah, I’ll get some next time.” That would shut her up for
a moment, he hoped. Then he realized he needed information, and if anyone in town
had it, it would be Gloria. “Hey, who was that woman that was just in here?”
“Oh, Kym?”
“Kym?”
“Just took over the karate school. Lives above it with her
grandfather. Surprised you didn’t know about it.”
He shrugged. “Been busy, I guess.”
“Heard. Fixing up Malory’s bakery?”
“Yeah.”
He wondered if he’d heard about her moving to town. Then
again, people were always talking, and he was usually in his own world. There
was too much on his plate to worry about town gossip. Until now.
He carried the bags to his truck and tossed them in the
back. As he did he saw her, Kym, he reminded himself, dart out of Malory’s
bakery with a cup of coffee. No doubt it was one of those fancy blends that
she’d brought in just for those who had to have it. He didn’t see the point,
but then again John didn’t need anything that was fancy.

 Kym hurried to her small Honda and drove away. John stood at the back of his truck and watched her disappear around the curve of the lake and behind the trees. It was a good thing she lived and worked at the same place, he figured. Sooner or later it was going to snow, and that little car wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Cover Reveal! Bernadette Marie – Three Mrs Monroes

Amelia, Penelope, Vivian
The Three Mrs. Monroes
Bernadette Marie

 

Some men keep secrets…Adam Monroe kept
three.
 

Genre Contemporary Romance:

Amelia Book one of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: June 26, 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 inbreed 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.

Penelope Book two of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: July 31, 2014
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.
 
 
 
Vivian Book three of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: August 28, 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.