The Heroes of Brookhollow by Jennifer Snow w/an entire set of Brookhollow ebooks giveaway!

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Harlie:  You’ve got to love a friends to lovers, childhood sweethearts, second chance romance.  This book has it all in spades.  :)

 

Hero #1

Luke Dawson

Age 34

6’0 185 lbs

Blond hair, blue eyes

Architect-owns Dawson Contracting

Has been in love with his high school sweetheart-Victoria Mason forever. This holiday season, fate brings her home to Brookhollow and Luke is determined to make to remember how great life in the small town…life with him could be.

Favorite ‘Luke Moment’ in The Trouble With Mistletoe:

Shivering as a blast of cold rustled the thin football jersey, Victoria said, “No, Luke, wait.”

He kept walking.

“I love you.”

He paused, then continued walking.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she asked, running the few feet to catch up to him and grabbing his arm.

“Yes, I heard you.” He removed her hand from his arm.

Her heart sank. “And?” Did she dare hope he still wanted her, too?

“That’s it?”

“Yes.” That was huge.

Luke shrugged. “So? I’ve loved you since the second grade and look where it’s gotten us. I wasn’t the one who left Brookhollow two weeks before our wedding. I’ve always love you enough to put us first. You were the one who chose your career—twice.”

“If that’s true why didn’t you fight for us?” Victoria demanded. “I may have left Brookhollow, but you didn’t try to stop me.” She rubbed her chilled arms for heat.

“Would it have worked?” he challenged her.

She hesitated. “I don’t know.”

“I do,” Luke said, moving toward her. “You see, I’ve finally learned that there’s no point chasing something already gone. Even if you’d stayed, your dream was New York.”

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Harlie:  I have to admit this is the one book that I haven’t read.  *hangs head in shame*

Hero #2

Ethan Bishop

Age 28

6’ 0 180 lbs

Brown hair, Brown eyes

Firefighter

He has been friends with Bailey Sheppard for so long that it is impossible to see her as anything but his cool chick, best friend, but when Bailey decides that she wants more than friendship from Ethan, he starts to see his friend in a whole new light…

Favorite ‘Ethan Moment’ in What A Girl Wants:

Moving toward her, he took the box from her and covered her hands with his. His grip tightened when she tried to pull away. “Bailey, for the first time in my life, I’m feeling something real, something exciting. I haven’t been able to sleep or eat. My stomach turned at the mere notion of you with Adams…or anyone else for that matter.” He paused. “Look at me, please.” His voice was gentle as he lifted her chin. He rested his forehead against hers. “I’m falling for you, Bailey, and my biggest regret is not having realized how perfect, how beautiful, how strong and compassionate you are before now…when it’s too late.”

Pushing him away, Bailey backed up until her back hit the wooden shelf. She shook her head, avoiding his eyes. “No, Ethan, I’m sorry. I don’t know what you think was happening between us….”

“Stop. You’re a terrible liar.” What was she saying? That she didn’t have feelings for him? That was crap and they both knew it.

Touching her cheek, he wiped a tear away, but another fell in its place. “I’m sorry.” The words were so empty, so meaningless. But they were all he had.

Her smile looked forced when her pained eyes met his. “You get her back. It was what you wanted.”

“You think this is what I wanted?” She couldn’t be more wrong.

“Please go now,” she whispered, moving past him.

“Bailey, what do we do now?”

“The same thing we’ve always done.”

“Can you do that?” he choked out.

“Maybe not today…or tomorrow, but eventually. Like you, I have no other choice. Bye, Ethan.”

 

 

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Harlie here:  Logan was so funny.  Leigh was his perfect match and I loved watching them fall in love.  Plus, reading his novel through Leigh’s eyes…awesome.  A must read…

 

Hero #4-Logan Walters

Age 39

5’9 175 lbs

Best-selling NY Times Mystery Author

He is in Brookhollow to finish his novel, the last thing he expected was to fall in love with the woman next door to his B & B.

Favorite ‘Logan Moment’ in Falling for Leigh:

“Okay, so the first line of dialogue is, ‘Don’t go down there.’”

“Wait,” she (Leigh) interrupted.

“What?”

“Who’s saying this?”

“The detective.”

She frowned and pursed her lips.

“What?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. This was his book. “Nothing,” she said, typing in the dialogue.

Logan held a hand out to stop her. “No, really, what?” He frowned, studying the words on the page.

Leigh sighed. “Okay, it’s just that it doesn’t make sense.”

“What doesn’t make sense?”

“That the detective would say, ‘Don’t go down there.’ It’s kind of like telling a child, ‘Don’t look

in the cupboard for a cookie.’ Of course they’re going to do it now, even if they hadn’t planned to.”

“Exactly,” Logan said with a nod.

“You want the bad guy to go downstairs? But in the next scene, that doesn’t work in the detective’s favor.”

“Not in that scene, but eventually it will.” Logan reached for his notes and flipped ahead. “See,

here.” He pointed to a scribbled paragraph, written diagonally across a length of cash register

receipt.

“Is this from the grocery store?” Leigh picked it up and turned it over.

“Yes.” Logan took it from her and turned it back, scribbled side up. “See here, when the detective sneaks out of the basement through the door leading to the root cellar…”

“Where did the root cellar come from?” Leigh frowned.

“Chapter one—you didn’t read it.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Can we continue now? Me doing the writing—you typing?” Logan asked with amusement.

 

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Harlie here:  In my opinion, the most tortured of the heroes.  I really felt for him and also for Melody.  My heart was so close to breaking reading their story but in the end…  :)

 

Hero #3-Brad Monroe

Age-34

6’2 190 lbs

Blonde hair, one green eye, one blue eye

Country Music Star

Going home for the holidays for the first time since the death of his best friend, Brad is determined to get in and out of Brookhollow as quickly as possible, causing the least amount of emotional damage to Patrick’s widow-Melody Myers, but when he finds himself falling in love with her…things get a little complicated…

Favorite ‘Brad Moment’ in The Mistletoe Melody:

“SO, SHOULD I DRIVE you back to Luke’s for your rental car?” Melody asked as Brad climbed into the passenger side of the minivan. While he’d been in the clinic, she’d dropped the boys back home with the babysitter and changed for her evening shift at the Green Gator.

“Um…no, I shouldn’t drive while I’m on these prescription painkillers,” he said, putting on his seat belt.

“Back to the tree lot, then?” She turned the van out onto the street.

Brad eyed her. “You changed.” He turned and glanced into the backseat. “Where are the boys?”

“I drove them back to my place. I have to work at the Gator tonight. So, home?”

He hesitated. “How busy will it be there tonight?”

“At your house?” How would she know? She suspected the farm might be a little busy…

“At the Gator.”

“Oh, completely dead,” she said. The nasty weather and driving conditions tended to keep families at home this time of year. “Maybe a couple of staff parties…” She glanced at him. “But surely yourhead hurts too much for even the slightest noise.”

“Have you been to my house this time of year?” He laughed. “Ow.” He rubbed the back of his

head.

He had a point. “Okay, the Green Gator it is.”

He sniffed the air and scanned the van. Giving her a puzzled look, he leaned closer and smelled her hair.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” she asked, moving away from him. She hadn’t had time to shower.

The last thing she wanted was him sniffing her.

“I smell gingerbread cookies again,” he said.

“I don’t know…” Then she realized. Her new holiday-scented lotion. “Oh, it’s my body lotion. It’s ginger spice.”

“That delicious smell is coming from your skin?” he asked, intrigued.

 

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Excerpt from Meet Me in the Garden by Rosa Sophia w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

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Meet Me in the Garden by Rosa Sophia

Genre: Romance 

 

Memories of another life, and the garden where it all began, keep Amalie Jarvis awake at night.

 

A columnist for a popular magazine, she attends a function in Palm Beach at the famous Breakers Hotel, only to cross paths with graphic designer Ian Gardner—who appears to hold the key to her visions. The more time they spend together, the more Amalie realizes how much she wants to be with him. And how much she fears admitting that she loves him.

 

Ian can’t remember the past, but he is drawn to Amalie with an intense passion he’s never felt before.

 

Many moons ago, they met in a garden. Different names, different faces—but their souls were still the same. Unable to resist her, Ian falls deeply in love. He remains by her side as she battles severe facial pain, not knowing what it is or if it could kill her. Frightened for her, he swears his adoration without ever speaking the words.

 

But their devotion has dangers, and they’re about to be faced by hazards neither of them could have foreseen…

 

~Excerpt~

 

“Amalie, is it getting worse?” Jean repeated, tucking her clipboard against her chest.

 

“Yes.”

 

“I’ll hurry the doctor along then. I’ll be right back.”

 

The minutes passed as though they were hours. Finally, the doctor arrived and introduced himself. He was a middle-aged man with glasses and graying hair, and he greeted Amalie with a warm smile.

 

“Jean says you’re not feeling too well, so we’ll hurry this along as best we can.”

 

Remembering previous episodes, Amalie looked him squarely in the eye and croaked, “It’s getting worse. If it gets really bad, I might have a panic attack.” Ian didn’t know that about her, but she’d had them when she was younger. When the pain hit in high school, she’d been unable to breathe, and she’d sobbed and gasped, certain she was dying, until the worst of the pain had passed.

 

The doctor nodded as though he’d heard this before. “Okay. We’ll go as quick as we can.”

 

Each image taken of the inside of her mouth was more awkward than the last. Amalie had to open her mouth wide, which made the shocks lancing through her face worsen, and Jean inserted some kind of device into her mouth. The shape of it made her very uncomfortable. When it was in place, she had to bite down on it, after which Jean would press a button and the picture would be taken. A series of images appeared on a screen to the right, Amalie’s teeth from various angles. Although she was not a dentist, she saw nothing odd about them.

 

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed or how many x-rays they’d taken before she began to fall apart. They’d turned off the television at her request, but the light in the room was so blaring it was playing havoc on her senses.

 

As Jean prepared the device again, Amalie cringed when another pain in her face made her stomach churn. She was clutching the arms of the chair, digging her nails in, her chest heaving. She could feel her eyes begin to water. She breathed out her mouth; breathing through her nose only caused more pain.

 

She glanced up and saw Jean set the tool down.

 

“How are you doing?”

 

Amalie forced words out between her quivering lips. “Not good. It’s bad, very bad.” Unable to handle it anymore, she groaned and curled up, rocking to the side.

 

This was when she drifted away. She was no longer herself. Darkness fell over her, and she knew that anything she said or did, or how she reacted, was not anything Amalie would have done. Amalie was no longer there. Only the pain presided over her body. It was the only real thing inside her. She became the pain.

 

Somewhere out of the darkness, Jean asked her if she wanted the light turned off. Amalie heard her own voice emerge as a weak mumble, and within seconds the light was out. A moment later, she squinted through the shadows and saw a white lab coat. The voice of Doctor Horowitz encouraged her to go to the hospital, and asked if there was anyone they could call. She was in no condition to drive.

 

The pain slammed against her cheek, like a chisel being driven straight into her bone.

 

“Do you have any family here?”

 

The question was innocent enough, but as the stabbing continued from the inside, Amalie thought of her mother, then her father, then her distant relatives in Maine, and her cousins, aunts, and uncles scattered across the country. Somehow she managed to say no. The memories would fade later, but she did drag her cell phone out of her pocket and hand it to the doctor, telling him to call the one man who would help her, who had promised to be there for her whenever she needed him, the man who made her feel safe.

 

Ian Gardner.

 

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Rosa Sophia is a novelist and full-time editorial consultant. With a degree in Automotive Technology, she adores writing and editing as well as fixing cars. Rosa is also a crazy cat lady in training, and currently divides her time between South Florida and Pennsylvania.

 

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Happy Release Day to Bitter Sweet Deception by Tara Oakes

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This novella is intended for those 18+ of age and contains strong language, sexual content, and adult situations.The Kingsmen M.C’s saga continues in this newest installment of Tara Oakes’ tantalizing new series. In the first three novella’s you’ve come to know and love the characters within the club. Jay and Lil’s have had their epic love story play out over the pages of “A Lil’ Less Broken”, followed by “A Lil’ Less Lost” and finally, “A Lil’ Less Hopeless”. While their fairytale is far from over, the next arc in the series concentrates on some of the other intriguing characters that have been woven throughout Jay and Lil’s storyline.The question on everyone’s mind is…. WHO IS CHARLIE? And what is she hiding?
Planting herself deep within the club’s inner circle, Charlie came to Chisolm with one goal in mind… to destroy the Kingsmen, M.C., no matter the personal cost. An unknown hatred fuels her mission to take them down. Pairing herself up with one of the club’s bad boy’s, the M.C.’s enforcer, Clink, seemed like just the ticket to get her in the door.

Once inside the club she had been eyeing from afar, she comes to realizes things are very different from what she had imagined them to be. Villainizing the group as a whole for an injustice that was done to her many years earlier no longer seemed to fit with growing attachments and relationships she was forming.

And then there’s Clink. He may very well be the wild card thrown into the mix that derailed Charlie’s plans from the get go. Originally, serving as nothing but a way in to the club, and a body to warm her sheets at night, Clink has thrown Charlie for a loop. Determined from an early age to never need a man, Charlie can’t help but find herself drawn to him in a carnal and ethereal way. She’s tried to fight it, to deny it, but it was in vain. He calls her sugar… but, she’s anything but sweet.

A chance twist of luck placed Charlie right in the middle of club politics, where she was able to help free the club’s Vice President, Jay, from serving time for murder he did not commit, but willingly confessed to in Book 2. Her risk earned her the hard earned respect and admiration that is hard to come by in the world of the M.C.

Now that she finally has a place of her own in life, a place where she belongs and is wanted… is she willing to give it up? Give Him up? Willing to let it all slip through her fingers? Find out in Book 4 of Tara Oakes’ Kingsmen M.C. series, “Bitter Sweet Deception”

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Happy Release Day to Adele Downs Her Immortal Viking!

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Viking Warrior. Immortal Slave. Freed by Love.

Penny pleads for divine intervention from overwork and mountainous debt one desperate, lonely night. She sings songs of praise, chants like a yogi, and rubs her belly like Buddha until the crystal charm on her navel shimmers, hoping to draw the attention of someone up there.

From the place between heaven and earth, in the west beyond the seas, an immortal hears Penny’s cries. Once a fearless Viking warrior, Gunnar has been cast into eternal servitude by an angry god and made a Light Elf. While Penny sleeps, he comes to earth from Alfheim for a single night to complete her tasks. When she awakens and confronts him, the handsome immortal kisses her, sparking a night of forbidden passion. By dawn, the couple has fallen in love.

Dark forces target Penny, seeking revenge for Gunnar’s earthly misdeeds. To protect his mortal lover, Gunnar takes up his sword to defend her. Though his strength and courage are unmatched, it might be the power of Gunnar and Penny’s love that saves them both.

Excerpt:

He smoothed her hair and rubbed a thick tendril between his thumb and forefinger. “I am Gunnar.” He pronounced the name Goo-nar.

An emblem of the sun, surrounded by a circle, had been branded on the back of his powerful hand. Penny touched the scar while he held a length of her hair, recognizing Freyr’s sacred insignia from her textbooks. “The pain must have been excruciating.” Without thinking, she lifted the old wound to her mouth and laid kisses along its perimeter before pressing a kiss to the icon inside.

Tremors vibrated across her lips when they touched the ancient symbol and her body tingled with the contact. The brand grew warm and then hot against her mouth, though it did not burn. She ran her tongue over the thick scars to erase the heat, and then licked the center, finishing with a tiny swirl.

Gunnar’s gasp of surprise was the last thing she expected when she lifted her head. He released her hair and drew away.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. Have I offended you?” She’d always been popular with men, and comfortable around them, but her behavior with Gunnar was bold, even for her. She sat up. “Am I under some kind of spell?”

Gunnar shook his head. “I used my powers to heal you, but your free will remains intact.”

She searched his face for clues about what to do next, because desire shone behind the wary expression in his eyes. Something else shone there, too. Gratitude. Penny waited for Gunnar’s reply without letting go of his disfigured hand.

He said, “Kindness isn’t something I’m used to finding. Perhaps you’d be less inclined toward compassion if you knew what I’d done to deserve this brand of servitude.”

She reached out and draped an arm around his neck to bring him closer. Their gazes locked and held. Gunnar’s eyes were like pools of ice blue water that pulled her in and down.

Her breathing slowed while the sound of her heartbeat rushed blood through her ears. “I am Penelope. And if you’re from Alfheim, I know who and what you are. I just don’t understand why you’re here.” How could she deserve his rare, benevolent gifts? She was just an ordinary woman from an ordinary town, barely scraping by.

His warm breath grazed her cheek in shallow rushes, lifting goose bumps across her skin. His wide, firm mouth smelled of sweet ground parsley and fresh-picked mint. “Sometimes we get what we need, simply because we ask. That’s the beauty and power of the unexpected.”

About the Author:

Adele Downs writes best-selling contemporary romance inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania home. She is a former journalist, published in newspapers and magazines inside the USA, UK, and Caribbean.

Adele is an active member of Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as a past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance Writers Report) and has presented workshops for writers.

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Excerpt from Easy Like Sunday Mourning by Jennie Marts w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

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Easy Like Sunday Mourning by Jennie Marts

Genre: Romantic Comedy

 

 

Dating is hard…

 

Single mom Maggie Hayes puts up a tough front to hide her loneliness, spending her days in the courtroom as a lawyer and her evenings as a closet video gamer. Another heartache isn’t worth the risk, not after her husband left her last year for a Hooters waitress. When she decides to try dating again, a cute video game-designing nerd seems like a safe bet….Until he becomes the prime suspect in a murder.

 

 

But falling in love can be murder…

 

Jeremy Rogers makes a good living designing video games, but nothing prepares him for the real world adventure of being accused of poisoning his own employee. Add in falling for a sassy attorney with a competitive ex-husband, a clingy blonde coworker, and a mammoth-size dog that eats his furniture. Suddenly fighting off a screen full of zombies or preventing an alien invasion seems like child’s play.

 

Game over!

 

Maggie and Jeremy find themselves embroiled in a game of death threats, lies, and betrayal. Maggie must learn to trust again while playing the most dangerous game of all. Because defeat could mean not only losing her heart, but also her life…

 

Revisit the quaint Colorado town of Pleasant Valley and sit in with the Page Turners Book Club, a group of book-loving women who double as extremely amateur detectives. Join them as they set out to help their friend, while devouring good literature and some really great desserts.

 

 

 

~Excerpt~

 

 

 

Maggie knocked on Jeremy’s door, her heart in her throat. She knew it was late, and she prayed he would be glad to see her.

 

 

She had no phone to call ahead and warn him that she was coming. Her purse was at the bottom of the lake. Thank goodness she hadn’t taken her car keys out on their date.

 

 

She was in such a hurry to get to Jeremy, to do something spontaneous for once, that she just grabbed a jacket, threw it on over her nightgown, and jumped in the car. The jacket barely covered her short pajamas and left her legs bare. She had scribbled a quick note saying she went for a drive and would be back soon, and left it on her nightstand just in case anyone came looking for her.

 

 

She had no shoes, no driver’s license, no wallet. She’d watched her speed as she had driven over, more worried about a cop catching her in a short black satin nightgown with no bra than with no license.

 

 

The front door opened, and Jeremy stood there, in a pair of black boxers with a picture of Han Solo and a caption about his light saber on them. His hair was smooshed and stood up in little spikes on the side of his head. He squinted at her through his thick black glasses. He couldn’t have looked more nerdy. Or more adorable. And she knew that she loved him.

 

 

She gave him a little wave. “Hi.”

 

 

“Maggie? Is that really you?” He stood back from the door and let her in. The house was dark except for the light from the flames thrown off by the fire that glowed in the fireplace. A pillow and a throw blanket lay haphazardly on the sofa. “I fell asleep on the couch and was just having a dream about you. Am I still dreaming?”

 

 

“If you are, then I’m dreaming too. And I don’t want to wake up.”

 

 

He shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

 

 

“Is that okay? That I just showed up? I know it’s late.”

 

 

His face broke into a grin, as if he had just received his favorite gift at Christmas time. “Heck ya, it’s okay. It’s awesome.” He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off her feet and planting a kiss on her lips.

 

 

She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his hands slide down her back and cup her bottom under the jacket.

 

 

Jeremy pulled back, a mischievous look on his face. “Are you wearing a thong?”

 

 

Maggie’s face broke into a naughty grin. “Maybe.”

 

 

“Is it my birthday?”

 

 

“It might as well be.” She nibbled at the spot she loved, right under his earlobe. “You’ll have to unwrap me to get your gift.”

 

 

He smiled at her, a grin so big it nearly split his face. “Challenge accepted.” He carried her into the living room, her legs still tight around his waist, and dumped her onto the sofa. He straddled her and grasped the belt that tied her light jacket shut. “Should I just rip the wrapper off my present to see what’s inside? Or should I take it slow and savor the process?”

 

 

Maggie looked up at him, the flames of the fire reflected in his brown eyes. She searched his face and all she saw was love and wonder and passion. She felt this was right. This moment was exactly where she was supposed to be, and she knew she loved this man. Her voice was husky and low. “We’ve got all night. I think you should savor it and take it slow. Really slow.”

 

 

 

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~About the Author~

 

 

Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves stories filled with love, friendship and intrigue. She writes for Entangled Publishing and is the Kindle Bestselling author of the Page Turners series, which includes the romantic comedies: Another Saturday Night & I Ain’t Got No Body, Easy Like Sunday Mourning, and Just Another Maniac Monday. Reviewers call her books “laugh out loud” funny and full of great characters that are “endearing and relatable.”

 

She writes from the mountains of Colorado where she lives with her husband, two sons, a golden retriever named Cooper and a Sheltie puppy named Maggie. Jennie enjoys being a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Colorado Indie Authors, and Pikes Peak Writers.

 

Jennie is addicted to Diet Coke and adores Cheetos. She loves playing volleyball and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes or friends.

 

Jennie loves to hear from readers.

 

 

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