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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.
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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?

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?

Cover Reveal! Ann Swann – Lilac Lane

I’m happy to be sharing the stunning new cover from my fellow 5 Prince Publishing Author, Ann Swann. Lilac Lane is set to release on July 24th!

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?

 

Release Day! The Letter Drawer – Sarah Galloway

My publishing company 5 Prince Publishing are growing and expanding which means I get to be a part of an even bigger, more wonderful team! AND I get to share the news about wonderful authors joining us!

But my favourite part is getting to share the news of new releases! I am so excited for Sarah and can’t wait to read this book! I get shivers just reading the excerpt!

 

 

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre:  Fiction, Christian, Romance
Release Date: June 12, 2014
Digital ISBN ISBN-10:
1631120506 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-050-3
Print ISBN-10:
1631120514 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-051-0

 

The Letter Drawer
True love never dies, but is it enough to heal a broken faith?
Claire and Evan met when they were children. They grew up together and fell in love. When Evan became a soldier, he and Claire held onto their love, remaining faithful to one another through every deployment. As the years passed, it seemed that life had given them everything they ever wanted … until tragedy struck.
Evan, left in the wake of tragedies, is now forced to decide what is most precious to him. Will love heal him or will devastation destroy his faith? Can Evan’s family show him the way? Can love truly set him free?
About Sarah Galloway
Sarah Galloway is an
Army wife and a mother to four wonderful children. She began writing as a child and continued her love of writing throughout her life. Sarah wrote The
Letter Drawer
while her husband was deployed in Afghanistan in 2012. She
and her husband are residents of Colorado Springs, CO, but are currently stationed in beautiful Monterey, CA.
Sarah and her husband are both avid readers and enjoy a library of books that they keep along the length of their wall in their home office. One of her favorite past times is curling up with a good book while her Great Dane snores at her feet.
Sarah is also a Registered Nurse and spent many sleepless nights working in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit in Colorado Springs. She is very humbled by the tiny miracles that she saw during her years there and she loves all of the babies
and families that she had the opportunity to care for. Sarah is continuing her
education to become a Family Nurse Practitioner and plans to graduate at the
end of 2014. Sarah’s passions include writing, healing people, and providing
comfort to those who need it most.
How to reach Sarah Galloway

Facebook www.facebook.com/nurse.izzy

Twitter @sddlnscp
Excerpt of The
Letter Drawer
They had been so young, so very young. She remembered walking to the school bus, alone and scared. Her first day of first grade and then there he was, a young boy in a dress shirt and slacks, a lunch box in his hand and a blue and red backpack on his back. Tall and quiet, the boy’s eyes did not meet hers. His dark brown hair was well cropped above his big brown eyes. She saw him and lost some of her fear. Walking up next to him, she stood silently as they waited for the bus.
That was the beginning of it. From that moment on, they were never far from one another. She chose a seat next to him in class and she always picked the seat next to him on the bus ride home. They sat in silence at first, both looking straight ahead with their hands folded neatly in their lap.
Later, when she could finally stand the silence no more, she glanced over at him. “My name is Claire, what’s yours?”
The boy’s voice was quiet. “Evan.”
“Evan,” she repeated softly. “Okay.”
He gave her a puzzled look. “Okay what?”
“Okay, I like your name Evan. You can be my friend.”
Evan looked at her, a small, confused smile playing at the corner of his lips.
Time went on. They played, built forts, explored the forest behind their neighborhood, and laughed. They grew up together. They became best friends, and that did not change.
Middle school approached and Evan became an awkward, lanky boy while Claire was a dark-haired, green-eyed beauty. She didn’t seem to care. All of the sudden, the boys noticed Claire, but still, she stayed by Evan.
“Hey Claire,” they would say. “Want to come hang out with us after school?”
“No thanks,” replied Claire.
“Why not?”
“I’m studying with Evan.”
Despite the whispering, whining, and complaining that came from the other boys, Claire never wavered. When she left school, she always walked to the bus with Evan. She rode with him, laughed, and told jokes with him, even when the others snickered or sneered.
One day, as they rode next to each other, Claire realized that what she felt for Evan was more than just friendship. She reached over and took his strong, masculine hand, clasping it in her own much smaller one. He looked up at her, waiting for something.
Wondering what was on her mind, he interrupted the silence. “Claire?”
“Yes, Evan?”
Brown eyes sparkled back at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Evan.”
The gaze lasted a moment longer. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Evan.”
He left his hand sandwiched between hers. “Alright then.”
When the bus came to a stop, Claire stood and waited for Evan to stand beside her and they walked off together, as they always did.
Standing there on the sidewalk, Claire silently stared at Evan, not moving.
Evan was clearly confused. “Ummm, did you want to come over and study?”
“Not really.”
Absently, he scratched the top of his head. “Alright then. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“No.” She halted him with her hand on his shoulder. “Come with me.”
Pausing for a moment, he gave her an inquiring look. “Where are we going?”
She clasped his hand in hers. “Just come.”
They were seventeen and when she took his hand this time, it was because she loved him. She led him into the forest and back through trees they hadn’t been under in years. They walked through the thick underbrush and finally came to a clearing. He looked at it and smiled. A couple of old, beat-up pieces of plywood leaned together were held there by nails creating a sanctuary fashioned by children. Various odd blankets and pieces of bark and wood that were tattered and faded and barely recognizable lay underneath them.
Confused, he glanced from her to their favorite childhood place. “Claire, this is our old fort.”
She pulled him toward it. “Yes.”
“I had forgotten about this place.”
The light breeze rushed through her hair. “Do you remember when we built it?”
Nostalgia was obvious on his features. “Of course I do! Oh gosh, how old were we, nine, ten maybe?” “We were in third grade. It was fun. Come and sit with me under it now, will you?”
As she pulled him forward, he laughed. “Okay Claire.”
On their hands and knees, the dusty ground was cool and soft as they crawled into the tattered old fort. When they were sitting under it, there was barely enough room for both of them and Evan’s body was cramped against Claire’s so that they would fit.
Claire smiled at Evan and touched his forehead, brushing a lock of fallen hair away from his eyes.
A serious expression fell across his face. “Claire, can I ask you something?”          
“Of course.”
Evan’s eyes trailed off to the horizon. “Why do you still stay with me?”
“What do you mean?”
He shifted his gaze back to her. “I mean, you’re … well, you’re beautiful Claire. All those guys want to be with you, the good looking ones, the ones all the girls want to be with, and you still always hang out with me.”
“Well,” said Claire blushing. “That’s part of what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“What is?”
Unblinking eyes stared back at her as she spoke. “Evan, I think I’m in love with you.”
A friendly bear hug enveloped her. “I love you too, Claire.”
“No, you don’t understand. Not like a friend, not like we are best friends. I think I have fallen in love with you.”
He looked at her, as though he was barely registering what she was saying. She looked back into his dark brown eyes. Still, he said nothing. Finally, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was a soft and tender kiss, yet it was warm and inviting, too. And it was perfect, like they had done it all of their lives.
The words fell out of her mouth in a whisper. “Evan, I mean it. I love you.”
His voice was soft and tender. “Oh Claire, I love you too.”
Now he put his arms around her and she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body. They stayed that way, he held her and she curled up within his arms, finally able to relax now that she knew that he loved her too.
That had been twenty years ago.
Claire thought back on the memory and smiled. Twenty years. Has
it really been that long?
Twenty years since she realized that she truly
did love Evan. It seems like only yesterday.
She closed her eyes and pictured him as he looked now. Sharp jaw, strong features, tall and lean and handsome. Evan was the kind of guy that women looked at twice when he walked by, although he didn’t realize it. Those soft, gentle brown eyes that she loved and adored still made her feel weak and he still had the shock of deep brown hair that he had to trim constantly because it grew so quickly.
He had been such a scrawny kid that nobody understood why she went for him when she could have any boy in the school, had she wanted them. They simply didn’t understand love. She had belonged to Evan from the first time she saw him. She had always been his.
Evan had taken more convincing. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Claire, because he did. It was more that he was terrified of her. He was scared to death that she would realize how amazing she was and that she would go fleeting off into the arms of one of the rough looking muscled guys that were always hitting on her. Eventually though, he realized that she only saw him and he began to feel safe with her. In time he learned that they truly did belong together and that she would never leave him. He didn’t quite understand why, but he knew it to be true all the same.
Claire closed her eyes and pictured Evan next to her. She could almost feel his breath on her skin. But it was too soon, he wouldn’t be home for another five months. Sighing, she forced herself up to make breakfast.
Claire pulled the contents from her cupboard to make pancakes and began mixing the batter. As she was holding the bowl under one arm and whisking with the other, she heard Eve’s soft footsteps on the linoleum. The quiet, dainty sound of Eve’s feet were soon overshadowed by Connor’s much louder thuds.
Her two children came into the kitchen, both still half-asleep. Seventeen-year-old Connor was in sweatpants and a t-shirt, while thirteen-year-old Eve stood in a long night shirt and knit sleep pants.
Claire greeted them warmly. “Good morning kids.”
“Mmmph,” groaned Connor.
Eve yawned. “Morning.”
“Oh come on now you two, it’s a beautiful day, just look outside.”
They both looked out the window, indifference on their faces.
Jackson, the family pet, came meandering into the kitchen when he heard the kids. The huge, black Great Dane pressed himself against Connor.
“Oooph.” The air rushed out of Connor. “Jackson, it’s too early.”
The dog quite happily moseyed away to Eve who patted him lightly on the head. Then he walked to Claire and sat down next to her. She leaned playfully on him while she waited for the pancake in the skillet to be ready to flip, he didn’t budge.
Connor got out the milk and poured himself a glass. “Do you want some Eve? Mom?”
“Yeah,” yawned Eve as she took her place at the table, wiping sleep from her eyes.
Claire flipped a pancake in the skillet. “No thank you honey.”
Connor poured a second glass and walked it to Eve who took it, thanked him and sipped at it as she tried to will herself awake. Claire finished cooking breakfast and put some on the plates, handing them to the kids. She watched as Connor carefully poured syrup onto each pancake and then handed the bottle to his sister. Eve cut up her pancakes with a fork first, and then lathered syrup all over the small
fragments.
Eve handed the bottle to her Mom. Claire put a tiny dollop of syrup on her single pancake and then spread it across in a thin, even layer. She smiled as she watched the kids eat. Slowly, they began to wake up.
Connor finished first, his voice still hazy. “I’m gonna shower.”
“Okay,” said Claire.
Connor left and Eve sat at the table with her daughter.
There was silence before Eve finally spoke. “Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“I miss Dad.”
Claire sighed. “So do I. Five more months and he’ll be home.”
Eve’s face drooped. “It’s still so long.”
Claire’s heart ached as she looked across the table at her daughter. “I know honey. I miss him too. Soon, soon he will be home.”
Eve looked up at her mother with solemn eyes. “Can he stay this time?”
Patting her daughter’s hand, she spoke. “I hope so honey.”
“Me too.”
Eve’s young face flushed and Claire could tell she was holding back tears. Claire opened her arms and Eve walked to her mother and hugged her. Claire held her daughter and silently thanked God that, unlike most thirteen year olds, Eve still let her comfort her this way. She stroked Eve’s dark brown hair until she finally let
go.
Her daughter’s eyes looked moist, but she no longer looked as though she would begin to cry. “Are you okay honey?”
“Yeah, it’s just one of those days I guess. I’m gonna get ready.”
She watched Eve disappear down the hallway to her room. Alone in the kitchen, Claire began picking up plates and putting them in the sink. She heard the shower stop and a few minutes later, Connor emerged looking much more like the bright, chipper boy that he was. He takes after his father so much. He was tall and lean, just like Evan, and he had those same deep brown eyes. Claire smiled at him and he returned the grin.
As she finished rinsing the dishes, she looked over at him. “Connor?”
He slung his backpack over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Would you mind dropping Eve off at school this morning? I am going to write your father a letter.”
His free arm wrapped around her shoulder and hugged her. “Sure Mom.”
“Thanks honey.”
“You’re welcome.” He was such a good boy.
They were both good kids. She was so thankful for them.            
“C’mon Eve,” Connor called from the kitchen. “Five minutes.”
Eve’s voice trailed in from her bedroom. “Okay, I’ll be there.”
Just in time, Eve appeared with her book bag slung over her shoulder and Connor walked with her to the door. Eve looked as though she were a little less sad and Claire felt relieved.
Claire lifted her hand to wave goodbye to her children. “Have a good day guys.”
“We will Mom,” replied Eve. “Love you.”
“Love you,” chimed Connor.
Her heart swelled with joy. “I love you both, too.” Her children were so good to her. She watched out the window as they climbed into Connor’s old but reliable car, laughing about something. Then she returned to the nook.
As they pulled away, Claire sat in the warm light that shone through the window onto the breakfast table. The glossy surface was cool against her wrists, but the sun was warm on her back. She brushed her hair back with her hands, feeling the soft curls run through her fingers. Retrieving a piece of paper from the little drawer hidden under the surface of the table, Claire began to write.
My Dearest Evan…
Claire wrote the letter, telling him everything that was in her heart. She read it over. When she was satisfied that she had said everything that she needed to say, she signed it:
Your wife,
Claire
She placed a red lipstick kiss at the corner of it by her name. She slipped the letter into an envelope and addressed it to the APO address where the Army would receive the mail before dispensing it to the soldiers.
She closed her eyes for a moment, holding the letter in her hand and feeling the sun on her back. In that moment, she felt at peace. Her white, gauzy nightgown flowed softly in the ruffle of the breeze coming in through the window. It brushed against her thigh and then floated away as quickly as a whisper. Her hair fluttered against her face and she closed her eyes, embracing the wind. As she opened her eyes and rose, she felt the sun’s rays leave her back. Placing the letter on the edge of the kitchen counter, she walked to the bedroom. As she slipped into a pair of
jeans, she retrieved a lemon yellow blouse that was well fitted to her figure.
She could almost hear Evan telling her how beautiful she was and how he could
get lost in her eyes forever. Moving back to the kitchen, she paused to pick up
her car keys. She glanced at the letter before deciding she would place it in
the outgoing mail in the afternoon. When she climbed into her car, a soft smile
rested gently on her lips.
That was the last time Claire’s family ever saw her alive.


Cover Reveal! The Porcelain Child – Jessica Dall

Well it appears our wonderful cover designer at 5 Prince Publishing has done it again. Check out this stunning cover!

 

Genre: Fiction, Alternative History, Romance, Historical,
Family Saga
Release Date: July 3, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-058-9   ISBN 10: 1631120581
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-059-6      ISBN 10: 163112059X
The Porcelain Child
With less than a decade of stable rule behind them, Lord
Protector Richard Seymour has passed away leaving the country once again in
turmoil. With her connection to the old regimes, seemingly on all sides thanks
to her mother, Adela, Mary might find herself pulled into the heat of battle
whether she wants it or not.
Book 2 of The Broken Line Series, The Porcelain Child picks
up with the next generation thrown into the mix.

Release Day – The Ice Goddess – Hannelore Moore

I am delighted to be able to share the release of my fellow 5 Prince Publishing Author Hannelore Moore’s new release The Ice Goddess…

Available from 5 Prince
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Genre: Fiction/Romance/Historical
Release Date: May 1, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120328 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-032-9
Print ISBN-10: 1631120336 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-033-6
In the bitter winter of 1752, Evangeline Grey is determined to return to London, claim her inheritance, and lead a solitary, uneventful existence. York holds too many sad memories for her now, and she’s ready to leave it
behind.  When she finds out that her guardian has designs on her — and her pending fortune — Evangeline manages to escape, but her journey south is fraught with uncertainty and danger. Mourning the murder of her brother,
still reeling from her aunt’s recent death, and close to penniless until she
finds her way back to London, she’s never been more alone.
And then, on a desolate Northern English moor, she meets a
benevolent stranger who changes everything.
Kendall Beaumont is a man running from a few demons of his own. On his way to his home in remote Almsborough, he stops to help the pretty, young runaway.
The future seems fairly bleak for the both of them — until he
decides to make her an offer she can’t refuse…
 
About Hannelore Moore:
In 2012, Hannelore published a short story in Timeless, a young adult anthology from Cool Well Press. Since then, her work has appeared in The Rusty Nail literary magazine and on the Flash Fiction World website, among other places. In June 2013, she won The Iron Writer Challenge #17. Hannelore is a rabid
Anglophile, as you’ll discover when you read her work, and recently published her first novel, Tower Bridge. You can
find more information about her on Hannelore’s
Happenings
(http://hanneloreshappenings.blogspot.com/)
How to reach Hannelore Moore:
Twitter:  @HanneloreMoore1
Excerpt of The Ice Goddess:
1752
Evangeline
I’m worried about my Aunt Caroline. Her laughter is infrequent these days, and she seems to be walking through the house in a sort of haze. Once, in the dining room, I even saw her clutch onto the back of a chair, as though she were steadying herself. When I rushed over to ask what was wrong, she gently held up her hand to prevent any help I might offer and said she was fine; she just hadn’t slept well the night before. As I stand by the window and stare out
into the dull, February afternoon, I have a marvelous hope: perhaps she is with
child. That would make her unbelievably happy. She’s always wanted a baby but
was never so fortunate with her first husband, Andrew.
I turn to see Gregory walk into the small study, and I smile at him slightly, wondering if he suspects the same thing about his wife. I think he’s surprised by my expression, for it’s rare that I interact with him at all.
After two years, I still can’t get over Gregory’s youth and good looks. He’s so handsome with his chiseled features and pale blue eyes that it’s almost distracting. He wears wool breeches and one of his heaviest dress coats, for the day is exceedingly cold, despite the bright, dancing fire in the grate. He was muttering about the price of perukes the other day – maybe that’s why he’s powdered his own dark-blond hair and pulled it back into a queue. From what I understand, he’s nothing like Andrew Bingham, who was portly and jolly and near sixty when he died. Indeed, in Andrew’s simple, scholarly house, filled with books and maps that I treasure, Gregory sometimes appears at a loss.
I’ve always suspected that he wasn’t too pleased when Em and I came from London to live here. Nevertheless, he’s treated us with kindness — or maybe a better word is indifference. For some reason, though, my brother has openly showed disdain towards him ever since we arrived in York. Em never told me exactly why Gregory bothered him so, but perhaps he saw or heard things that were kept from me. Then again, Em treats most people scornfully.
Gregory toys with the chess set on the elm tripod table. Lately, I’ve been running into him more often, it seems. That musky cologne he wears always precedes him. He wanders into various rooms when I’m already there or ends up at the stables planning to ride when I’m preparing my own horse for an outing. Right now, he picks up a knight made of veined white marble and studies it absently.
“Would you like to play?” I ask, wishing I were more comfortable with him so I could broach the subject of my aunt. But I can wait. Such news is out in good time.
“Play?” he echoes, looking up at me, and the light in those eyes makes me think he’s talking about something else. There’s a lilt in his voice as he says, “Not just now, Evangeline.”
I nod. It’s probably better, anyway. We had a game once, and I won, easily. Gregory was angry about that, although he tried to pretend otherwise. Em stood in the background, smiling broadly, not attempting in the least to hide his glee over Gregory’s loss.
We can hear the pounding at the front door from here. As surprising and desperate as the summons is, I’m glad of it, for Gregory’s eyes haven’t left me. They’re steady and contemplative. I get nervous when people pay too much attention to me, always thankful for anything that might distract them.
We both step out of the study as Caroline starts down the stairs. Our butler is leading David, the innkeeper’s son, through the entryway. I push Gregory to the back of my mind because too many things about this new scene disturb me. Why is David here, wearing that torn black greatcoat? He set off to Oxford with Em just a fortnight ago to serve as a valet. Em, you see, wouldn’t hear of living on his own without a manservant. The boy is dirty and ragged, quite a different creature from the proud, well-scrubbed assistant we sent south. At that time, he preened in his new clothes, looking as much the proper young man as Em. Even my brother, usually self-absorbed with his own concerns, complimented him on his aplomb.
And then there’s Aunt Caroline, approaching David now, her eyes worried and afraid. She looks terrible. I realize she wasn’t feeling well today, which explains why she decided to rest after dinner, but the malady afflicting her is more than a simple headache. There’s something dreadfully wrong with her. She should have stayed in bed. I know she is too curious, though, and evidently struggled downstairs again to see who was calling. Despite the fact that she wears a loose sack dress, it’s obvious she’s lost weight. Against the dull, snuff-brown linen of her garment, her skin is pale. Not fashionably so, but sallow and waxy and damp with perspiration. I try to convince myself that women appear this way in the first months of their pregnancy, but I give that up quickly enough. My aunt isn’t with child and probably never will be.
She leads David into the withdrawing room. Gregory and I follow, even though I want to run in the opposite direction. Out the front door, to the stables so I can saddle my horse and ride far away from here. I watch, becoming detached, as she tells David to sit before the fire. The boy doubles over in a worn upholstered chair and begins to cry. I don’t want to feel what he’s feeling; I don’t want to know what he’s going to say. After a while, he calms down, for, despite her illness, Caroline’s easy presence soothes him. She has a way of doing that, of making people comfortable. “Can you tell me now?” she asks in her
sweet voice.
David stares at the unadorned, wooden hearth, and then, with dull, heavy words, he relates a story about highwaymen and the Oxford coach. Somewhere south of Nottingham, they blocked its progress.
The occupants were mercilessly shot, including Em. Only David managed to
escape. It has taken him this long to return to York, and he misses his mother
very much — more than he ever thought he would. But before he saw her, before
he went home, he wanted to come here to let us know what happened.
I continue to look at David as he speaks, refusing to believe him. Em can’t be dead. Not Em, who has so much planned for himself. He intends to write a great novel, just like Mr. Fielding, his idol. And as long as I can remember, he’s looked forward to teaching at Oxford. He loves poetry and prose and hopes to help others appreciate the beauty of the written word. A mere pistol shot wouldn’t hurt someone like him. His sarcasm and that condescending manner of his make him invulnerable.
“No,” I say to David, almost apologetically. “Not true.”
Gregory steps over and takes my hand in his, but I continue to study David. The boy is wrong. He has to be. “Do you think I’m making this up?” David says. “Why would I tell such a lie?”
“You’re mistaken.” I shake my head and feel very dizzy all of a sudden. Gregory has to steady me, apparently, by wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“Have Abby take Evangeline up to her room.” I hear Aunt Caroline say, and the next thing I know, I’m climbing the faded wooden stairs, my lady’s maid at my side. We are at my threshold and then in my room, and it’s so incredibly cold. Abby leads me to my plain bed and I have the presence of mind to sit down on the edge. I stare past her, seeing nothing.
“You must rest.” I hear the catch in her voice and wonder why she would be upset, because it’s obvious that David is wrong.
I nod anyway, to appease her, and allow her to prepare me for bed. The day is gray and never seems to end.

 

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.

Cover Reveal! Bernadette Marie – The Acceptance

Once again it is my absolute pleasure to be a part of the Cover Reveal for my dear friend Bernadette Marie and the next installment in the Keller Family Series! The book is out on May 29th. More info below!

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: May 29, 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?