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SNOWFLAKE BAY & a Christmas wedding with Donna Kauffman

Hello!  Thanks for joining me on my blog tour for my latest Brides of Blueberry Cove release, SNOWFLAKE BAY, and thanks, Manic Readers, for having me as a guest blogger! This book was particularly enjoyable to dive into because I got to combine some of my favorite things: Christmas, snow, Maine….and weddings!  In SNOWFLAKE BAY, our heroine, successful interior designer, Fiona McCrae, has been pulled into double duty as both maid of honor and wedding planner for her older sister, Hannah.  This enterprise was made a bit trickier by the fact that Hannah and her fiancé had decided to get married on Christmas Day.  And adding to that challenge was the part where the happy couple didn’t make that decision until Thanksgiving!  So Fiona is thrown head first into the wedding planning melee that ensues.

I know May and June are the more traditional wedding months, but I loved the idea of having a winter wedding, and adding in all the holiday traditions only made it that much more special.  Of course, nothing goes according to plan, but that’s half the fun! (Well, for the one writing it, it was!)  It would never have occurred to me to tie my own wedding to any holiday, especially Christmas, but I have been to a Christmas Day wedding and it was so beautiful and romantic, I knew I had to write one someday, and it was perfect for Fiona’s sister, Hannah, and her husband-to-be, Calder Blue (who readers get to meet in the first Brides of Blueberry Cove book, SEA GLASS SUNRISE.)

Have you ever been to a winter wedding?  Or maybe your own wedding was around—or on—a big holiday?  Was it in a snowy, winter weather locale or did you take the Destination: Anywhere Warm option?  I’d love to hear about it!  (Who knows, you could inspire another fictional wedding!)




There’s no place like seaside Blueberry Cove, Maine, at Christmas—and there’s nothing like a wedding, the warmth of the holidays, and an old crush, to create the perfect new start…  

Interior designer Fiona McCrae has left fast-paced Manhattan to move back home to peaceful Blueberry Cove. But she’s barely arrived before she’s hooked into planning her big sister Hannah’s Christmas wedding—in less than seven weeks. The last thing she needs is for her first love, Ben Campbell, to return to neighboring Snowflake Bay…

As kids, Fiona was the bratty little sister Ben mercilessly teased—while pining after Hannah. But Fi never once thought of Ben like a brother. And that hasn’t changed. Except Fi is all grown up. Will Ben notice her now?  More importantly, with her life in a jumble, should he? Or might the romance of the occasion, the spirit of the season, and the gifts of time ignite a long-held flame for many Christmases to come…

Something old might just become something new… 

Includes a DIY wedding project!


“Kauffman’s stories show that the bravery to reach for a connection is all we need to discover joy.”  –Publishers Weekly on Sandpiper Island

USA Today bestselling author of the Bachelors of Blueberry Cove series, DONNA KAUFFMAN has been gratified to see her books get rave reviews in venues ranging from Kirkus Reviews and Library Journal to Entertainment Weekly and Cosmopolitan. She lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains in western Virginia, where she is presently applying her crafty DIY skills to decorating her new mountainside abode. Well, when she isn’t busy trying to keep the bears from hanging out in her flower and vegetable garden all day and night!  With her new Brides of Blueberry Cove series, Donna’s been having a blast applying those same restoration and design skills to doing some fictional wedding planning. Of course, if that means haunting all those lovely antique shops and flea markets that are so plentiful in her new neck of the woods, well, it’s a sacrifice she’s willing to make. When she’s not finding ways to take her love of all things rustic and vintage and give them a fabulous seaside, coastal Maine wedding party twist, she loves to hear from readers!  You can contact her through her website at


ALLIANCE ~ A Timewalker Novel by M.L. Callahan

Alexa took a deep breath and waited for the panic rising to go back down into her gut where it belonged. She needed help. That was blatantly obvious to her now. She couldn’t get onto their computers. She had no idea where they kept the virus samples or how to destroy them. She had the guard’s access key card in her pocket, but as soon as they discovered him, they’d most likely turn it off.

Lifting her head, she inspected the man in front of her. He obviously hated Trent Georges. He was angry that they planned to experiment on human beings. And, by his own admission, Luke was on the team that was working with the M-6 Mutation of Ebola.

If he was smart enough to create a vaccine, he should know how to kill it.

Maybe he wasn’t beyond saving. Judging by the fury of his clenched jaw and fists, he was not happy with the way things were going here.

Maybe, just maybe, she should take a chance and trust him.

He could actually get into the lab. He knew how to wear the bio-protection suits that looked like they belonged in a cheesy sci-fi horror movie. He knew what he was doing. He had access to everything. Computer files. Viral cultures. Records. And he knew the building, the people, and the routines inside and out.

Maybe, just maybe, she could get him to listen.

In a sudden move that made her jump, Luke slammed his hand against the top of his desk. “Screw this.”

Luke slammed out of his office.

Alexa would have leapt for joy, but she barely had the energy to keep pace as she quietly opened his door to sneak out after him. His much longer legs ate up the distance through the long hallways.

She followed him into the elevator, got off when he did, and followed him past security and into the parking lot where the smell of fresh air, trees and open sky greeted her. She jogged to keep up as he walked toward his parked SUV.

He had the driver’s door open before she realized that he was about to leave her behind.

Alexa ran to the back of his car and ducked down before screaming his name. “Luke! Luke Lawson. Over here.”

He walked a couple steps past her, his eyes scanning the parking area. “Hello?”

While he waited for an answer that wasn’t going to come, Alexa streaked past him to his still open driver’s side door and climbed in, crawled into the second-row seats, and then kept going to the cargo area in the back. Other than a couple things in the passenger seat, the car was spotless.

The moment the engine came to life she curled into a ball on her side and tried to stay small. They went through a checkpoint, after which Luke hit the gas. Immediately, the tension drained from her shoulders and her entire body relaxed into a puddle of raw nerves and exhaustion. She’d never bent light for that length of time. It took a lot of concentration, effort and energy.

She was tired, hungry, discouraged and about to risk the lives of billions of people on one man’s honor. And if Luke Lawson turned out to be a grade-A asshole?

A shiver raced over her spine. She really didn’t want to think about the answer to that question.


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For centuries aliens have waged a covert war for control of Earth using time travel as a weapon. A select group of humans become their soldiers, genetically modified pawns destined to be caught in the crossfire. But this time, the pawns have a plan of their own…and the fate of all mankind rests in their hands.

Don’t miss ALLIANCE, Book 1 in The Timewalker Chronicles, a series ten years in the making featuring time travel, aliens, special ops, genetic engineering, action, adventure, danger, gadgets, spaceships, and romance. Don’t miss it!


M.L. Callahan is a sci-fi fanatic and full time writer. Alliance is Callahan’s twelfth novel. Fans of Hugh Howey’s Wool series, Wayward Pines, Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark, Sherrilyn Kenyon’s League Series, or Karen Marie Moning’s Fever Series will not be able to resist Callahan’s complex world building, twisting plot lines, or unique premise. Callahan writes something brand new in the science fiction arena with character driven stories that read more like adventure books than hard science manuals. The Timewalker Chronicles are like nothing you’ve ever read before. Don’t miss this book!

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Lucy Farago’s SIN ON THE STRIP

What happens in Las Vegas always burns bright, especially after hours. In this sizzling new series, the city’s 24/7 glitz hides one woman’s darkest nightmares—and one investigator’s seductive secrets…

Control is everything to gorgeous Maggie Anderson. Her exclusive club gives abused and troubled women a refuge from Vegas’s merciless streets—and helps her reclaim her shattered sense of freedom. But now someone is brutally murdering those she fights so hard to save. And baring her deepest fears to the one man who insists on protecting her could be the one move she won’t survive…

Elite private investigator Christian Beck knows this particular serial killer’s MO—and his own wrenching failure to find him—all too well. But staying two steps ahead of Maggie’s determination to uncover the truth pushes his well-honed skills past the limit—and ignites his most naked instincts. Now every clue is a lie, each irresistible desire a lethal trap. And the closer he and Maggie get, their shattering secrets will either save them—or torch their lives to glittering ash…


Maggie glanced down at his hand white-knuckling his phone. “What are you two not telling me?”
“That was Cooper.”
“Really? I hadn’t figured that out.”
Again, he debated over what to say. She was tough, but even the strongest crumbled and blamed themselves for events beyond their control. He knew that only too well. Cooper hadn’t said anything, but Christian didn’t doubt for one second that this last victim, like Heather Mackenzie, had worked for Maggie.
“He wants to see me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “And?”
Call it a flashback from his childhood, but whatever his reason, he wouldn’t be the one to tell her. “I have to go.” She stared back at him, not so much angry as hurt. Setting his jaw, he stepped around Maggie and headed back to the pool house.
“Wait,” she called after him. Hot on his heels, inside, she slammed the door, shaking it on its hinges.
“I need to get dressed.” He kept his back to her, not trusting himself to stay on track.
“What did Horace want?” she demanded. “He wouldn’t have called you for nothing,” her voice growing louder, more determined.
He suspected mama bear would rear her head and growl, and this time he wasn’t sure how he’d respond.
“Look.” He turned, taken aback by the blend of emotions on her face. Stubborn determination, rage, and alarm all played across her soft features. He’d seen the look before, in his mother’s eyes, right be- fore she’d made his father tell her how her baby girl had died. The Vegas sun had really baked his brain, because if Christian stayed any longer, those baby blues would have him confessing everything.

Lucy Farago knows there is nothing like a happy sigh at the end of a good book. With the encouragement of her loving husband, she wrote her first manuscript. An unpublished historical, it sits in a file on her computer, there to remind her how much fun she had learning the craft and becoming part of an industry whose books make you believe anything is possible. A big fan of Agatha Christie, she set out to write her first romantic suspense novel. Thrilled to be a published author, Lucy also teaches yoga, enjoys cooking, and saying what other people are thinking. In her fantasy world, her beautiful Siberian husky, Loki, doesn’t shed and her three kids clean up after themselves. Alas, that fantasy will never see fruition.
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NO REGRETS ~ Kate L. Mary

Liam’s lips twitched and his eyebrows shot up. I slammed my mouth shut because I knew I was babbling. Most of the time guys hated that about me. I did not want Liam to hate me. It’s just that I had a really tough time controlling the stuff that came out of my mouth.

“Nervous talker?” Liam’s eyes twinkled like I was the most amusing thing he’d ever seen.

I snorted, and even though I knew it was a really bad idea to let all the stuff swirling around in my head come out, there was no way I could keep my mouth shut after that comment. “No! You must have a pretty high opinion of yourself if you think your British accent and imitation sex hair can somehow make me all tongue-tied and awkward. I just talk a lot. Let’s face it, most people don’t have many interesting things to say, but I do. I have gobs and gobs of fascinating thoughts going through my head at any given moment, and I feel like it’s my duty to share them with the world.”

“Imitation sex hair?” Liam pressed his lips together like he was trying to hold back a chuckle, but it forced its way out. It was so adorable, I swear my knees wobbled.

I maintained as much composure as possible as I waved my hand toward his head, almost like I was trying to cast a spell. “Yeah. Isn’t that what you have going on there? I’m on to your little scheme. Guys like you have that sexy, messy hair for a reason. It’s specifically designed to make girls wonder how it came to be so messy, and wish they’d been the one to help you with it in the first place. Bam!” I clapped my hands in front of his face. “Next thing you know you’re in bed together.”

“Bam?” Liam smirked and leaned against the wall. “I don’t recall that sound effect ever gracing my bedroom.”

My cheeks flushed when my mind wandered to what went on in his bedroom and the sound effects that would mostly likely go along with it. Just like that, I was back to thinking about running my fingers through his blond hair. Damn him and his imitation sex hair!

College is supposed to be fun…

Go to parties

Pick up guys

Maybe get in a little trouble

On the surface Cami is your average, wild teenager out to have a good time, but inside she’s struggling. Almost a year ago her best friend was in a car accident, an accident Cami feels responsible for. Since then, she’s made it her personal mission to experience everything life has to offer, both for herself and for Julie, who will never have fun again.

Then she meets Liam, her cousin’s sexy roommate. Hooking up with a hot British dude seems like the perfect way to start off the school year, but the more time she spends with him, the more she finds herself actually liking the guy. Which totally screws up her plans to live life with no regrets…



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Kate L. Mary is a stay-at-home mother of four and an Air Force wife. She grew up in a small town just north of Dayton, Ohio where she and her husband met at the age of twelve. Since their marriage in 2002, they have lived in Georgia, Mississippi, South Carolina, and California. She currently resides in Oklahoma with her husband and children.

STONE COLD CASE Feature & review


Rock shop owner Morgan Iverson’s discovery of human remains reopens a cold case and unhealed wounds in a Colorado mountain town, while her find of a rare gemstone sparks a dangerous treasure hunt.

Sixteen years ago, prom queen Carlee Kruger vanished. When Carlee’s mother asks Morgan to investigate her death, the clues seem as convoluted as the coils on a fossilized ammonite. The hunt for the truth heats up as the local newspaper editor helps Morgan uncover the past. The rock shop’s mascot donkeys and an elderly cowboy chase after a Sasquatch look-alike who may hold the key to Carlee’s death. Whoever knows what happened to Carlee will do anything to keep the truth buried.

In book two of the Rock Shop Mystery series, amateur sleuth Morgan Iverson digs into gemstone prospecting to solve a Stone Cold Case. 

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My thoughts……3.5 stars

This is my first experience with Morgan and her Rock Shop in Golden Springs, CO.  Ms. Dilts has created an appealing town and inhabitant’s readers can easily envision, colorful but realistic and well rounded. While Del appealed immediately, it took me a while to warm to Morgan.  Can’t put my finger on the exact reason but mid way she grew on me.  I confess at this point my favorite characters are Del, Adelaide, and Houdini. I was aware that goats and ducks could be excellent guard “dogs” but who knew donkey’s fit the bill too?

STONE COLD CASE has a fifteen year old cold case disappearance mystery that centers on the geology of the area. Cold cases give readers something different. They aren’t solved in the same way and give readers a change of pace while staying in the genre.

In addition to giving readers thought processes a good work out, there’s an entry level course on mineral, gems, etc…The way the two combine is quite interesting. Ms. Dilts knows her rocks and the area. For readers who enjoy learning side knowledge as well as solving puzzles, STONE COLD CASE should be highly appealing.


To Catherine Dilts, rock shops are like geodes – both contain amazing treasures hidden inside their plain-as-dirt exteriors. Catherine caught mountain fever after a childhood vacation in Rocky Mountain National Park. Determined to give up her flat–lander ways, she moved from Oklahoma to Colorado. Her husband, a Colorado native, proposed to her as they hiked Barr Trail on Pikes Peak. Catherine works as an environmental scientist, and plays at heirloom vegetable gardening, camping, and fishing. Her short stories appear in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine. In her spare time, she attempts to lure wild donkeys to her property in the mountains. 

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Karyn Good ~ Small town romance & EXPOSED

For a city gal I sure love small town romances. Then again I did grow up on a farm. The closest town was small. Very, very small. When I hit my teenage years I knew it wasn’t the place for me. But just because I couldn’t wait to leave, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the appeal or have fond memories.

As a writer, it’s fun to play with the traditional values connected to small town settings. To delve into the darker aspects of rural living. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Problems exist in these seemingly idyllic small places. Bullying, prejudice, stalking, and the list goes on. Problems erupt from everyone thinking they know everyone’s story and the continued optimism one can keep something, anything, a secret.

But there’s also a very real sense of place in small town romances. The town is a character all its own, supported by a cast of often quirky secondary characters. The connection the characters feel to each other and the setting draws readers in. There is the promise of a loyalty that seems unshakeable, the charm of living life at a slower pace. A place where technology takes a backseat. A place with traditions and values unique to a way of life that promotes a simpler, gentler way of doing things.

But not always. My fictional town of Aspen Lake is set in the middle of Canada’s breadbasket. It is surrounded by farms and ranches and supported by the oil and gas industry. There are rivalries, bad blood, and trouble weaves it way into the lives of the characters that call Aspen Lake home. No place can claim perfection. My heroine, Kate Logan, is determined to redeem her reputation. My hero, Seth Stone, is searching for solitude. But wanting something doesn’t make it so.

What are your thoughts on small town romances?

Kate Logan needs a safe haven, a place to start over after her modeling career disintegrates in scandal. But her hometown of Aspen Lake isn’t the sanctuary she hoped. Her vow of a low-key life is disrupted by a break-in and other strange happenings at her boutique. As the chair of Aspen Lake’s Gothic Revival Festival, she’s also drawn the ire of a religious fanatic. Kate is up to her stilettos in drama and intrigue including one sexy carpenter who’s determined to get in her way.

New to town, Seth Stone is seeking inspiration and solitude to concentrate on his art. Short on funds, he agrees to take on a second job restoring the damage to Kate’s Closet. Trouble erupts along with the desire to get to know Kate better. When he’s used as a pawn in a smear campaign against his gorgeous boss Seth fights back. But now the whole town is watching. Including the man determined to further his own agenda. Time is running out with nowhere to hide.

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His eyes flashed. Kate didn’t imagine it. Didn’t think either. She simply reacted, leaning in with the certainty he’d meet her halfway. Instead, he withdrew a fraction of an inch. Not far but undoubtedly a retreat.

Oh, God.

I…” Kate closed her eyes in horror. Or denial. But no, it was happening. She knew this because she opened her eyes and he was still there. Close enough to smell the sweat of humiliation pooling out of her pores. He was staring at her in ear shattering silence. With nowhere to go, she stood up. Wiped her hands down the side of her skirt.

Pull it together, Kate.

She refused to gasp out an apology like a fish. “I shouldn’t have done that. I crossed a line. I’m sorry.”

Kate.” He got to his feet. “It’s not that I don’t want to—”

No need to explain.” Please, do not explain. “It won’t happen again.” So, so, so not happening again. “I promise.”

Why was he moving in closer? He smoothed a knuckle over her cheek. Her skin tingled in response, proving humiliation didn’t kill desire. It was merely trampled and ready to rear its ugly head again. Then he shoved his hands in his pockets. “It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you. I’m just not in a position to right now.”

You’re involved with someone.” Relief washed through her. It wasn’t that she was a horrible person. He had a good reason. One she could live with. “I understand.”

He shook his head. “I moved here with the intention of concentrating on my art. I can’t afford to get involved with anyone right now. No matter how beautiful or appealing. You don’t seem like the sex and forget it type. And that’s all I have in me right now.”

Wasn’t that the story of her life? Men wanting to have sex with her but not interested in getting to know the real her? All they saw was the face.

She knew how to deal with men like that. She froze them out. “Well, thank you for being honest with me.”

Really, it was for the best. Did she want him to get to know the neurotic, insecure woman she’d become in the last six years? Did she want this beautiful man to see the real her? She should back away. Put more than two feet of distance between them.

Tell me I’m wrong.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Then ask me to stay and I will.”

No, you’re not wrong.” Kate looked away. Too tempted by far to risk being carefree enough to sleep with him. To kiss him goodbye afterwards. To work with him the next day like nothing had happened. Wished she didn’t believe in consequences. Or guilt.

I should go.” He ran a hand over the stumble forming along his jawline before retrieving his shirt. At the door, with his back to her, he said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She nodded, but he didn’t see it. He was out the door. His boot treads fading as he jogged down the stairs.

Then silence.

The kind that stretched to fill the four corners of a room. A quiet that left little doubt you were utterly and completely alone.


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Astrologer, fortuneteller, and self-styled detective Kiyoshi Mitarai must in one week solve a macabre murder mystery that has baffled Japan for 40 years. Who murdered the artist Umezawa, raped and killed his daughter, and then chopped up the bodies of six others to create Azoth, the supreme woman? With maps, charts, and other illustrations, this story of magic and illusion, pieced together like a great stage tragedy, challenges the reader to unravel the mystery before the final curtain.From the Trade Paperback edition & Amazon’s book page

 With more than a passing nod to Holmes & Watson THE TOKYO ZODIAC MURDERS owes much to the iconic duo and acknowledges that with Kazumi Ishioka’s love of detective fiction. Admittedly the beginning is a rough go. The letter that opens the book is long, rambling, and a bit on the esoteric side regarding alchemy, the zodiac (Western not Chinese) and the metallurgic relations to the signs. I
almost gave up. The action, and story, picks up and improves dramatically with the appearance of Kiyoshi Mitarai & Kazumi Ishioka. Kazumi has given Kiyoshi the book to read. He’s eager to discuss and attempt to solve the murder case with him, thinking to lift Kiyoshi from his doldrums. After they’re given a letter with inside information into the mystery and an encounter with the letter writer’s son, Kiyoshi promises to solve the mystery in a week. Kiyoshi and Kazumi go to various locations and each pursues their own line of
The author actually interjects himself into the narrative at a couple of points to let readers know they have all the clues required to solve the mystery and encouraging them to do so before reading further. Reading the afterword is recommended. It explains that this is actually a sub-genre of Japanese mystery fiction meaning authentic, it relies on plotting and delivering the clues to the reader so they too can solve it, as well as other info of interest.
I’ve read many translations of international mysteries. Typically there’s an initial adjustment period for me to familiarize myself
with names, places, and cultural differences before getting lost in the mystery. The story no longer feels foreign. That wasn’t the case with THE TOKYO ZODIAC MURDERS. Even after getting wrapped up in the mystery I still felt like a visitor to Japan.
I think that’s actually part of the appeal. It’s a mini murder mystery vacation.
THE TOKYO ZODIAC MURDERS, once past the long winded letter, is interesting and different enough to appeal to those who enjoy a good mystery and relish solving it along with or even before the “detective”. Kiyoshi Mitarai appears in a series of books for those who’d like to read more of him and his “cases”.

4 stars


I knew you were listening, and I knew you didn’t have it in you to be a silent anything. Why are you using your mom’s last name? Hiding from someone?”

Cassie closed her eyes and counted to ten, again. The words, we’re both professionals, Mr. Amador, let’s begin by treating each other as such, were at the tip of her tongue. True words. A perfect comeback. But she and Sam had been the best of childhood friends, and Sam’s words were just as true. After all, he had somehow known she was listening. But he didn’t have to know that if she could crawl through the airwaves, come out the other side, and hit him with his phone, she would.


Sam leaned back in his chair and tried to think above the many feelings coursing through him. Part of him had gone back to a time when he’d known Cassie like the back of his hand, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the situation. Ten years might have passed, but there was no doubt in his mind she’d hit him over the head with his own phone at that moment if she could.

Sam?” she finally spoke.

I’m here.” It was a normal response, but something within him recognized a deeper truth. He swallowed hard.

Life is funny, right? It looks like our old shared interests have brought about the possibility of a business partnership. I can guarantee we’re right for the job, and I’d like my associate to meet with you soon to discuss it. When would be a good time for you?”

All business. He’d never heard her like that. They weren’t the same people they’d once been. Maybe she didn’t even want to hit him over the head with his phone.

The Amador brothers are committed to a new beginning for their quirky, storybook town. But they’re learning that every house needs a heart to be a home…

Growing up, Cassie McGillicuddy was the one person who consistently made Sam Amador lose his steadfast outward cool. She was always full of both brilliant and harebrained ideas, and being around her had made him feel more alive.

Until her biggest harebrained idea of them all. Asking him to teach her how to be a good kisser. Soon after, they’d broken each other’s hearts, and she’d disappeared.

But now Cassie was back. And she meant business.

Author Bio:

Inés Saint was born in Zaragoza, Spain. She’s bilingual and bicultural and has spent the last decade raising her fun, inspiring little boys and sharing her life with the man of her dreams. Her greatest joy is spending quality time with the family members and close friends who happen to provide the inspiration for both the nutty and wise things her characters say and do.

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He laughs. “It was a matter of survival. Leah’s idea of cooking is slapping peanut butter and jelly on burnt toast.”

After his reaction in the living room, I’ve been careful not to mention her or the picture, but since he brought her up, I figure she’s fair game now. “So, do you really not see a resemblance between me and Leah?”

A lot of women have long dark hair and brown eyes, Gina.” He picks up his plate and takes it to the sink. I do the same.

It’s more than that,” I say as he rinses his plate.

He yanks on the handle of the faucet to shut the water off. “Believe me, Gina, you’re nothing alike.” I can’t tell if it’s a good thing, the way he says it. We work in silence. When the kitchen is clean, he wraps his arms around me. “Sorry. Leah’s hundreds of miles away, and she’s still screwing up my life. Believe me, you’re nothing alike. You’re so much prettier than she is.” He kisses me softly, and my body responds the same way it always does. It’s not unusual for men to be attracted to a certain type of woman, I think, as I kiss him back. Ethan’s type is dark hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. No different from me liking men with blue eyes and dark hair. He’s backed me against the counter, and his kisses are rougher now. He whispers again as his fingers glide down my body unfastening buttons, “And so much sexier.” I feel the counter’s hard edge cutting into my back as Ethan’s body presses into mine. By the time he lifts me and carries me into his room, I’ve forgotten all about the picture of Leah.


Though she always dreamed about being the shortstop for the Boston Red Sox, Diane Barnes is a marketing writer in Massachusetts. She participates in two monthly writing groups and regularly attends novel writing workshops in Boston and Worcester, Massachusetts. She started “Waiting for Ethan” as a challenge to participate in National Novel Writing Month. The original story was about a character who dated a string of freshly divorced men who all had issues with their ex-wives. She won’t say if it was autobiographical. 

In 2012, Diane was one of eight writers who attended the Boston Writers’ Studio, an exclusive four-day intense writing workshop taught by bestselling author Elizabeth Berg. Diane says having her idol read her work was a moment she’ll never forget.

When not crafting novels, Diane spends her time playing tennis, going to the beach or watching her beloved Red Sox. She completed her first half marathon last year (to combat her love of chocolate) and lives in central Massachusetts with her husband Steve; they often fantasize about moving to Turks and Caicos – for the winter months at least.

Waiting For Ethan

When Gina Rossi was in junior high, her best friend’s psychic grandmother got everything right—from predicting that Gina would break her arm and travel to Italy, all the way to leading police to a missing neighborhood child. The one time Gina didn’t listen to her, she almost got herself killed. So when she says that Gina will marry a man named Ethan—but she will have to wait for him—Gina believes her, and waits…

Now thirty-six, Gina’s Mr. Right is nowhere in sight—until the day she’s stranded in a snowstorm, and rescued by the last type of Ethan she expected. It’s very romantic, yet surprisingly not. This Ethan is sexy, and clearly her hero. Still, instead of her “Aha” moment, Gina’s confused. And when Ethan is happy to discover she’s single, does Gina dare tell him, It’s because I’ve been waiting for you? But the bigger question is, does she dare question destiny—by taking it into her own hands? And is she brave enough to handle what happens once it’s time to stop waiting—and start living?

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American-set historical romance? Say it ain’t so!

For years, editors have told me (not my current one, thank goodness) that historical romances set in America are the death knell for an author. Geez, I thought American history was pretty interesting! But listening to their advice (after all, they knew the industry better than I did) I began setting all of my books in England. I adore UK-set Regencies and Victorians just as much as the next person, so it really wasn’t all that big a sacrifice.
But in my brain, there lived a story that was just dying to get out. Unfortunately, it was set in America and so I put in the backburner of my brain where it grew and nagged and finally fought its way to the front and I had to write it. I’m so glad I did! I adore Mitch and Genny—and for full disclosure, she is the granddaughter of a duke and does travel to London—but the majority of the story is set in the good ol’ USA. The second Lost Heiress book (How to Please a Lady) is also split between New York and England, and the third (I’m writing it now—Lady Lost) is set in the moors of England with a hero who hasn’t quite mastered the art of brooding and a heroine who has a penchant for lighting up a room. Thanks for reading!

Jane Goodger


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The Lost Heiresses

It’s one thing for a girl to lose her way, quite another to lose her heart…

Genny Hayes could charm a bear away from a pot of honey. But raised in the forests of Yosemite, she’s met precious few men to practice her smiles upon. Until a marvelously handsome photographer appears in her little corner of the wilderness and she convinces him to take her clear across the country and over the seas to England, where she has a titled grandmother and grandfather waiting to claim her. On their whirlwind journey, she’ll have the chance to bedazzle and befuddle store clerks and train robbers, society matrons and big city reporters, maids and madams, but the one man she most wants to beguile seems determined to play the gentleman and leave her untouched. Until love steps in and knocks them both head over heels…




He slipped the key in the door. “What?”

Do you think I’m pretty?”

He gave her a quick look. At the moment, even with her green eyes glazed with whiskey and her hair slightly askew, she looked more than pretty. “Sure.”

Did you think Minnie was pretty?”


I think she was,” Genny said a bit wistfully.

He pushed the door open and Genny heaved herself off the wall to walk into the room. She fell onto her bed, face first. “Tired,” she said, the word muffled by the blankets.

Mitch lit a gas lamp, then allowed himself to take her in, her mussed-up hair, her trim waist, her arms akimbo. He shook his head and smiled, then let out a sigh, sat down on the bed, lifted one of her feet and started unlacing her shoe. He tried not to think about her slim ankle or the silk stocking that was so smooth beneath his calloused hand, and so he worked quickly, tossing the shoes one by one onto the floor. When he had her shoes off, she turned around and settled properly onto the bed. He wasn’t about to undress her completely, so he stood up. Let her worry about her wrinkled dress in the morning. It would be a good lesson for her.



Could you kiss me goodnight?”

Jesus. “Sure, kiddo.” He leaned over her, intending to kiss her forehead, but she lifted her head at the last moment and her lips pressed against his. He meant to pull back, and did a bit, but she followed him, pressing closer as he jammed one fist into the blanket beside her to stop himself from pulling her against him. It was obvious she didn’t know how to kiss, and that was one thing Mitch was thankful for. She kept her mouth closed, but her lips were so damned soft, all he could think about was nudging down her jaw gently and tasting her. But he didn’t.

He pulled back slowly and she smiled drunkenly up at him. “Minnie said you looked like a man who could kiss.”

Yeah, well, most men can.”

Good night, Mitch.”.

He grunted at her and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. She wouldn’t remember that kiss in the morning. At least he prayed she wouldn’t. God knew he’d remember, and that was enough for the two of them.

So readers, how do you feel about historical romances set stateside?  Yea, nay, or do you have exceptions? One (1) lucky commenter will win a green sea glass necklace with a braided silver chain made by Jane herself! Pretty special huh? Giveaway ends  9-15 with the winner announced shortly thereafter. Good luck y’all.

The award-winning author of more than 16 historical romances, Jane Goodger lives in Rhode Island with her family, juggling three kids, a full-time job, a writing career, and a business. She’s gotten pretty good at juggling. In her free time (bwahaha) Jane likes to read, shop, and once in a great while cook a decent meal.

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