Celebrations is a collection of short stories, each based on different holiday we celebrate in the U.K. Whether you’re having a coffee break, or just have a spare half an hour, each story will transport you to a totally different world. Sit back, relax, and enjoy each individual book.
USA Today Bestselling author, Elisabeth Grace, has a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males! She currently lives outside Toronto, Canada with her hubby and two small children. Life is busy, but never too busy for a good story and to share her love of reading and writing with others. For more of the lowdown feel free to visit her author website at http://www.Elisabeth-Grace.com
ABOUT MICHELLE LYNN
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She loves all thing romance and cries at happy endings! Visit her at www.michellelynnbooks.comE
I’m a full-time single dad to three daughters and CFO at Cloverleigh Farms. I don’t have time to fall in love—I’m too busy trying to run a business, keep the red socks out of the white laundry, and get the damn pillowcases on without owing a dollar to the swear jar.Sure, Frannie Sawyer is beautiful and sweet, but she’s twenty-seven, the boss’s daughter, and my new part-time nanny—which means she’s completely off-limits. It’s bad enough I can’t stop fantasizing about her, what kind of jerk would I be if I acted on the impulse to kiss her? (Exactly the kind of jerk you’re thinking.) Actually, I’m worse than that—because I didn’t stop with a kiss, and now I can’t stay away. She makes me feel like myself again. She reminds me what it’s like to want something just for me. She’s everything I ever needed, but nothing I ever imagined. I’m a former Marine. I should have had the strength to resist her from the start. But I didn’t. And now I have to choose between the life I want and the life she deserves. Even if it means giving her up.
MY REVIEW by CEE CEE HOUSTON
Irresistible is the perfect title for this book. Once you read the blurb, that’s it. You just have to read it. And what a book! So sweet, yet angsty in the best possible way.
I loved Frannie, she was like a piece of fresh air to jaded and lovelorn Mack.
Mack’s newly minted single dad left to raise three daughters on his own by his ex-wife (what a b*tch, she is too) But, Frannie has been crushing on him from afar now that he’s available, she can’t stop thinking about him.
Mack is not looking for love or relationships, his ex-wife made his leery of all that, but he is more than interested in a little hooking up, but not with Frannie. He thinks she’s too young for him, but when they are forced to spend a snowy night together, things start to get heated and he begins to see Frannie in a new light.
But, he still thinks he’s not the man for her. It’s up to Frannie to show him the error of his ways. Don’t second guess buying this, just One-Click it now, I promise you’ll love it as much as I did.
AMelanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.Melanie is the author of the AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
The man’s a fool, his list was some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read. And the funniest.
We laughed hard…and loved harder.
You can outrun everything……except your past. And his has caught up.
Wild handsome players don’t fall for wholesome girls like me, Or do they?
MY REVIEW by CEE CEE HOUSTON
After having read an excerpt of this book, I thought I’d chosen some sort of historical time travelling story as the language structure of the two main characters seemed set in the past (the Victorian past) but I was wrong.This is just the way TL Swan has chosen to write her words.This is the story of Spencer Jones a.k.a Mr Spencer as Lady Charlotte Preston refers to him. Charlotte is a member of the British aristocracy, she is pure and innocent compared to the wonton player that Spencer is. Neither expected to share the feelings they do, but don’t want to ignore them either.Charlotte starts off as a bit of a bet, and a challenge for Spencer but it’s not long before he’s casting all those thoughts aside in favor of getting to know the real Lottie behind the demure shell she shows the world.This is a fairly emotional ride for both characters, hard not to be when they are so different.Spencer is wealthy and likes to play the field, or he did until he met Charlotte, now he just wants her overbearing and protective family to allow them to be together.Will they be given the chance?This story had a true depth to it, with plenty of banter and chemistry, lots of sassy one liners that brought a smile to my face. I cried too. This book will take you through a gummut of feelings but leave you content at the end.
“Who is that woman?” I ask, completely distracted.He frowns. “Which one?” “Pink dress. Charlotte.” His eyes widen, and he chuckles. “Stay away from that one, old boy. She’s out of your league.” “And why would you say that?” “Every man in the county is after her and she won’t give any of them the time of day.”I feel my skin prickle at the challenge. “Really?” “Yes. And then you have to get past her father and brothers even if she is interested at all.” I frown. “What do you mean?” “That’s her father on the right. If I stand correct, he is the third wealthiest man in the country. He owns casinos around the world and has connections everywhere. On the left of her is her older brother Edward. Complete and utter bastard.” I narrow my eyes as I watch him. “What does Edward do for a coin?” “Guard Charlotte, from what I hear. He doesn’t let her out of his sight. It’s a full-time fucking job.” I raise my glass to him in a silent toast. He shakes his head. “Not her, Spencer. She really is off limits. Way too pure for you.” Excitement rolls over me. “The thrill of the chase is alive and well, my friend.” He chuckles. “Or the thrill of a death wish. You fuck around with her and her father will murder you without a second thought.” I smile as I turn to watch Charlotte talk to the two men. “Challenge accepted, old boy.” He laughs into his beer and shakes his head. “Next time I see you, it may be your funeral.” My eyes dance with delight. “Give me a good wrap in the eulogy, hey? I’m sure it will be worth it. ”He chuckles, and with a shake of his head, he disappears through the crowd.I stand on my own simply watching her. She is the most beautiful thing I have seen in a very long time. At once, she glances up and her eyes fall on me, holding my gaze. I smile and raise my beer to her in a silent toast. She immediately looks away and fidgets with her hands in front of her. I smile to myself as I watch her. Run along, boys. I want her alone.
Charlotte. Mr Spencer smiles sexily and raises his glass in my direction. I bite my bottom lip nervously. Is he doing that to me? He’s standing alone in the crowd, a beer in one hand, his other hand tucked away in his expensive suit pocket. I snap my eyes away as my stomach flips with excitement.Stop it! He’s probably not even aiming it at me. “Charlotte, I have someone I want you to meet,” my father says. “Dad, not now. I don’t want to meet any of your boring friends.” I sigh. He rolls his eyes, and I glance back over at Mr Spencer still staring at me. I glance back up to my father. “What is it?” I ask with a huff. “His name is Evan. I know his family, and he happens to be a lawyer.” I cringe. “Father, please,” I moan. “Stop. I’m not dating one of your boring friend’s sons.” My brother Edward looks at my father and scowls. “Yes, please stop. The thought makes me murderous.” I roll my eyes at my overbearing brother. “You, too.” My father and Edward fall into conversation, leaving me to glance back over at Mr Spencer. As soon as our eyes connect, he crooks his finger and gestures for me to go to him. Me? I frown, look around, and point to my chest. He nods with a sexy smile. I look around, instantly filled with some kind of guilt, and I subtly shake my head. Oh my God. My stomach flips over. He crooks his finger again, and I find myself biting my bottom lip and dropping my head to hide my smile. “Would you like a drink, Charlotte?” my brother asks. “Please.” I smile as I concentrate on not looking Mr Spencer’s way again. My father falls into conversation with a man who walks past, and I glance around nervously. I’m not sure whether to go and talk to Mr Spencer or not. No, that’s a bad idea. Perhaps I’ll go and get some fresh air instead. “I’m heading to the bathroom,” I whisper to my father. “All right, love.” He smiles as I put my hand on his shoulder. I walk through the ballroom and out onto the back terrace and down the steps. Fairy lights are strewn across the garden giving it a romantic feel. Waiters are circling the garden with trays of fancy cocktails and champagne. This wedding has been amazing, and the attention to detail has been impeccable. Every detail is perfect. I walk along the pathway down to the outdoor bathrooms. Once there, I head inside and close the door behind me. Peace at last. I can hear the music in the distance as I stare at my reflection in the mirror and reapply my fuchsia lipstick. My thick shoulder-length blonde hair is down and pulled back on one side behind my ear. My pink strapless dress fits perfectly and clings to my curves. I roll my lips as I stare at my reflection. Eventually, I exhale heavily and snap my lipstick back into my silver clutch. Most eligible bachelor in London, an appalling rake. Great. The first man I’ve been attracted to in forever and he’s a womaniser. Typical. For once, I would like to meet an honourable man who is actually appealing. Why does it have to be one or the other? Who made this god forsaken rule that any man who is a tad interesting must be a player? And why are all the good men as boring as hell? God must definitely be a man. With one last look at myself, I head back out into the garden and make my way up the path towards the party. “Charlotte,” a deep voice calls from behind me. I turn and falter, taken aback. It’s him. It’s Mr Spencer. He smiles sexily and his eyes hold mine. “Hello.” My heart rate spikes. “H-hi.” I smile nervously. He steps towards me and takes my hand in his, and I inhale sharply. He holds my hand up in the air and nods, as if bowing. “Forgive me for following you, but I had to come and meet the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.” He kisses the back of my hand tenderly, and I raise my brows. “My name is Spencer.” He smiles against my skin. Oh, he’s really quite…I pull my hand away sharply. “I know who you are, Mr Spencer.” He smirks harder, and his mischievous eyes hold mine. “You do?” he asks smoothly with a raise of his brow. I clasp my hands nervously in front of me. “Your reputation precedes you.” His smirk breaks out into a broad smile. “Ah, you can’t believe everything you hear, now, can you?” His voice is deep and permeating. It somehow sinks into my bones when he speaks. “Can I help you with something?” I ask. What the hell does he want? “I hope so.” He smiles and picks up my hand again. “Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?” I swallow nervously, and he smiles and drops his lips to the back of my hand to kiss me softly. His sexy eyes stay fixed on mine. Okay, hell… he’s good. Really good. “I…” I stop talking because I really can’t concentrate when he’s touching me. He’s so forward. “Charlotte?” he repeats, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shake my head in a fluster. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He turns my hand over to gently kiss the inside of my wrist. I feel his touch deep inside my stomach. “Why not?” He gently licks my wrist and my knees nearly buckle out from underneath me. ”Oh, for the love of God!“My father and brother…” I frown as my voice trails off. How in the hell am I supposed to string two words together when he’s doing that to me? He steps forward and takes me into his arms. “We’ll dance here then.” What? He pulls me close to him, takes one of my hands in his, and he smiles down at me as he begins to sway to the music. “You’re a wonderful dancer, Lady Charlotte.” He smiles mischievously. I smirk at his sheer audacity. “Does this routine work on every woman you meet?” He smiles his first genuine smile and I feel the effects of it hit me deep in my stomach. “Please don’t talk about other women. I’m in the courting zone, concentrating on you and only you.” He spins me around, and we both chuckle at his ridiculousness. He lets me go and holds one hand up, and then he spins me in his arms and pulls me back to his body at force until we come face to face. I stare up at him, my heart skipping a beat. “I have to go,” I whisper. “Why?” his intoxicating breath washes over my face. “My father will be looking for me.” “How old are you, Lady Charlotte?” “Too young for you, Mr Spencer.” He smiles softly. “I have no doubt.” He bends down and softly kisses my lips. My chest constricts. He kisses me again, soft and tenderly, hovering his lips over mine. Unable to help it, I smile, and that’s when he kisses me again but this time more urgently, his arms curling around my waist and bringing me to his body. I’ve never been kissed like this. His tongue sweeps through my open mouth and our tongues dance together. For three whole minutes, I drink him in as we kiss like teenagers. “Jesus fucking Christ, Charlotte,” he gasps as he kisses me again. I lose control and my hands go to his hair, and then I feel something hard up against my stomach. Is that…?I instantly pull out of the kiss and step back, panting for breath. He reaches for me again, but I step back farther. “Don’t touch me!” I whisper sharply, holding my hand up in defence. “What? Why?” I shake my head. “I’m not the kind of girl you are used to, Mr Spencer.” He scowls hard. “And what kind of girl is that?” “I’m not one of those high society sluts. Y-you should go back inside and find someone else to… entertain you,” I stammer. “I don’t want anyone else!” he snaps. “If I overstepped the line, I apologise. I never… I mean…” He’s tripping over his words, trying to right the situation. I step back again, creating more distance. “You have stepped over the line… by a lot.” I glance up and I can see my father is out on the terrace looking for me. “I have to go.” I brush past Mr Spencer, walk up the path and up the stairs. My father smiles the second he sees me. “Are you ready to leave, Charlotte?” “Please,” I say quietly. My eyes fall back down to the garden where Mr Spencer stands. My father puts his arm around me and we walk around to the front of the house to get into the back of his Bentley. His driver shuts the door and I peer out just in time to see Mr Spencer appearing from the shadows next to the house, watching me leave. He smiles softly and blows me a kiss, and I drop my head at once, gripping my clutch on my lap. “That was a great night, wasn’t it?” My father smiles as the car slowly pulls out. “It was.” I force a smile. My fingertips rise to brush my lips which still tingle from Mr Spencer’s touch. I smile to myself softly. No wonder he’s the most eligible bachelor in London. He’s perfect. And he’s trouble.
Lover of her husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.When she is not writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with friends.Writing is her passion. Books by T L Swan Stanton Adore Stanton Unconditional Stanton Completely Stanton Bliss Find Me Alastar Play Along Dr. Stanton Dr. Stantons: The Epilogue Marx Girl Mr. Masters Gym Junkie Mr. Spencer
Note to My Past Self: Do NOT get married to the handsome stranger.
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About the Author
I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face even when smiling is the last thing on your mind. Crushing on fictional characters is also another bonus. Through my words, if I can manage to make even one person smile, it means I’ve done my job well. Writing became my world and I can’t imagine myself doing anything other than creating new characters and telling their stories. You know how some things simply make your heart burst with happiness? A really good book, a puppy, hugging someone you’ve been missing like crazy? That’s what writing does to me. And all the hard work, all the sleepless nights, all the anxiety that comes with publishing…everything is worth it at the end.
This college jock is a total player. He’s used to getting who and what he wants. Until her…Katrina
The hottest guy on campus won’t stop asking me out. I know that sounds like a good problem to have, but this guy… this guy has no idea how complicated my life is trying to juggle being a single mom and college student.Every Thursday, he shows up at the café where I work. His cheesy pickup lines and arrogance should have me completely annoyed. I’m not. I can’t say yes, but Thursday is my favorite day of the week.Joel
The hottest girl on campus won’t go out with me. I know, I know, that sounds presumptuous, but this girl… this girl has gotten under my skin, and I can’t seem to walk away.Every Thursday, I show up at the café where she works. She’s fed me every excuse in the book. I should give up and bang one of the many girls blowing up my phone. I’m not. Even when she says no, Thursday is my favorite day of the week.
Rebecca Jenshak is a self-proclaimed margarita addict, college basketball fanatic, and lover of the Hallmark channel. A Midwest native transplanted to the desert, she likes being outdoors (drinking on patios) and singing (in the shower) when she isn’t writing books about hot guys and the girls who love them.
All I want to do is get to work on time.
But a Prince Harry look-a-like is trying to steal my cab,
And I’ll fight for it to the bitter end.
In the midst of our verbal battle,
I discover I lost my wallet.
So I bargain—a free ride for a kiss.
What starts out as innocent quickly steams up the windows.
His lips are soft, and when he tugs me closer,
I press my entire body against his hard muscles, and practically strip him from his expensive suit.
This is the best taxi ride of my life.
Until it ends just as quickly as it began.
Embarrassed over my behavior, I rush out without so much as a goodbye.
But fate, that bitch,
Has us pounding on the same locked door.
Already knowing I’m going to be fired,
I curse my new boss and his new rules.
The hot suit laughs, and dares me to tell my new boss what a dick he’s being.
With nothing to lose, I accept.
Never in a million years could I have imagined he is my new boss.
And totally off-limits.
Dating him is against the rules.
He doesn’t seem to care.
Until I dare him not to fall in love with me.
Even then he says that’s easy.
That the only four-letter word he lives by is duty.
But this would-be-king is about to fall hard…for a commoner.
MY REVIEW by CEE CEE HOUSTON
The second book in this series of standalones, Would Be King is a whirlwind of feisty feminine wiles and sexy, mercurial royalty. A red hot blooded, not to mention red-headed anti-heir to a throne. I was a big fan of the preceding book, Washed Up Royal and didn’t hesitate to read this one. But, that cover and the blurb, do draw you in even so.
Max is the unwilling ginger majesty and Gigi, his whimsical accomplice in this flight of delicious, tantalizing fantasy. She doesn’t expect to meet a gentleman in NYC nevermind one of royal blood. Or her new boss, so when she finds out who he really is beneath the debonair suits and swanky talk, she has no option but to swoon. She’s a smart girl but she’s no match for Max.
But can a country girl make it in the world of courts and palatial intrigue?
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About the Author
Reader * Chocolate Lover * Writer * Coffee Lover * Romantic * Beach Lover * Yoga Beginner Kim Karr is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of eighteen novels. Best known for writing sexy contemporary love stories, she enjoys bringing flawed characters to life and creating romances that are page worthy. Her stories are raw, real, and explosive. Her characters will make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel. And her happily-ever-afters are always swoon worthy. From the brooding rock star to the arrogant millionaire to the Football Player. From the witty damsel-in-distress to the sassy high-powered businesswoman to the boutique owner. No two storylines are ever alike. If Kim’s not writing, you can find her wandering through antique stores with her husband, trying out new fitness classes with her sons, venturing out to new coffee shops with her daughter, or with her nose stuck in a book.
An all-new STANDALONE from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent
It all started with the wrong Help Wanted ad. Of course it did.
I’m a professional fluffer. It’s NOT what you think. I stage homes for a living. Real estate agents love me, and my work stands on its own merits.
Sigh. Get your mind out of the gutter. Go ahead. Laugh. I’ll wait.
See? That’s the problem. My career has used the term “fluffer” for decades. I didn’t even know there was a more… lascivious definition of the term.
Until it was too late.
The ad for a “professional fluffer” on Craigslist seemed like divine intervention. My last unemployment check was in the bank. I was desperate. Rent was due. The ad said cash paid at the end of the day.
The perfect job!
Staging homes means showing your best angle. The same principle applies in making a certain kind of movie. Turns out a “fluffer” doesn’t arrange decorative pillows on a couch.
They arrange other soft, round-ish objects.
The job isn’t hard. Er, I mean, it is — it’s about being hard. Or, well… helping other people to be hard.
And that’s the other problem. A man. No, not one of the stars on the movie set. Will Lotham – my high school crush. The owner of the house where we’re filming. Illegally. In a vacation rental.
By the time the cops show up, what I thought was just a great house staging gig turned into a nightmare involving pictures of me with a naked star, Will rescuing me from an arrest, and a humiliating lesson in my own naivete.
My job turned out to be so much harder than I expected. But you know what’s easier than I ever imagined?
Seducing the Billionaire’s Brother, a standalone contemporary ‘friends to lovers’ billionaire romance by New York Times Bestselling Author Marquita Valentine, is coming March 28th
Seducing the Billionaire’s Brother by Marquita Valentine
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publishing Date: March 28th, 2019
Cover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Pleasure before business. Always.
Connor Montgomery doesn’t give a damn about his world-renowned last name or the endless list of women who only want him for his billions. There’s only one woman for him… his best friend since childhood, Faith. Unfortunately, as a vital employee of his family’s company, she’s beyond off-limits.
Too bad he’s never been one to follow the rules.
Faith Holt is in desperate need of money… for all the wrong reasons. Stuck between coming clean and falling off the face of the earth, she comes up with a crazy, over the top plan.
But to pull it off, she realizes that the only person who can help is the last person she wants to involve since it may require crossing the line.
Too bad she can’t stop herself from resisting Connor and his wicked ways.
After years of being “just friends” and looking out for each other in the best of ways, Connor and Faith may have to decide what’s worse: resisting the temptation that’s always existed between them or finally giving in to it.
This is a contemporary ‘friends to lovers’ billionaire romance.
Marquita Valentine is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Holland Springs and Boys of the South series.
Since first taking the plunge in July of 2012 to self publish, Marquita Valentine has appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling Ebooks Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes&Noble. She’s been called “one of the best new voices in romance” (Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews) and her books have been accused of being “a sexy, fun, and slightly addicting contemporary read” (The Book Queen).
When she’s not writing sexy heroes who adore their sassy heroines, she enjoys shopping, reading, and spending time with her family and friends. Married to her high school sweetheart, Marquita lives in a seriously small town in the south with her husband, two kids, and a dog.