Sunday, January 17, 2021

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: A Detestable Name by Arabella Brown @ERomNews #Giveaway #Historical #NewRelease

 

 

A Detestable Name
by Arabella Brown
Genre: Chaste Regency Romance


Pitchforked into the title by his brother’s death, the new Lord Newsam arrives at the grim family home in Yorkshire to face daunting challenges. His peevish, self-absorbed mother despises him. The servants are insubordinate. He hardly knows his sisters, for whom he’s expected to find husbands. The estate is ill-run and unprofitable, and the bailiff obstructive. And in the midst of all this, he must find a wife for himself – but the only woman he wants won’t have him. 
To widowed, impoverished Mary Thorpe, the very name of Newsam is detestable: his brother drove her husband to suicide and made her a social outcast. But Lord Newsam insists on rescuing her from penury. The shocking realisation that she is falling in love with him in spite of herself makes her situation even more complicated. How can she let him ruin his own family’s reputation by marrying her? There seems to be no solution – until every objection is swept away by a ball nobody wants to attend and a startling discovery on their return.





Mrs. Thorpe sobered. "My lord, I have no wish to ruin this wonderful day, but you must not persist in this familiarity. No other relationship is possible. I assure you I am perfectly adamant, for your sake and for the sake of Gomersall." She forced a smile. "But I have not had so lighthearted a time since I cannot remember when! And for that, I do say 'thank you', my very good friend."

She gave him both her hands; he took them for only a moment, though it seemed to her he would have liked to have held them for longer; and then, saying nothing, he returned to the tilbury and drove back to the Hall.

 He was met at the door by Badger, who approached him with the disdainful look that Lord Newsam was convinced he reserved exclusively for him.

"My lord, Lady Newsam and Miss Newsam desire your presence in my lady's parlour with the utmost celerity," he announced in the pompous tone that always irritated Lord Newsam.

"All right," said Lord Newsam briefly, and went upstairs. "Did you want me, Mama?" he asked mildly as he entered. He observed that Lady Newsam appeared to be in a state of prostration, lying on the couch while Amelia offered her occasional sniffs at the vinaigrette and fanned her face. Charlotte was absent.

"Granville! At last!" his mother exclaimed feebly. "Amelia will tell you what has occurred!"

The memory of the pleasurable day he had spent away from Gomersall only exacerbated Lord Newsam's vexation at being confronted by difficulties the instant he returned. "Great heavens, not another domestic crisis!" he exclaimed uncharitably.

"I am so sorry, Granville, I am afraid it is!" said Amelia regretfully. "It is Charlotte, you see! For some reason she has been down in the kitchens – I cannot imagine what has attracted her; she has never displayed any interest in them before! – and she seems to have been poking around and asking questions and Philippe – the cook, you know! – has taken offence – he is always temperamental and I have often had to mollify him – I am sure it is a consequence of his being a Comte in exile – and he has given notice, and nothing I say will change his mind!"

"Let him go, then!" said Lord Newsam shortly.

Lady Newsam gave a piteous moan. Amelia said, "Nobody has ever suited Mama half so well! He knows just how to please her!"

"Let Badger try to persuade him, then!" said her brother.

Amelia shook her head. "He considers Badger his inferior," she informed him discouragingly. "Granville, you are the court of last resort! Do, please, try!" she implored.

Lord Newsam acceded with an ill grace and ordered the cook to attend him in his office. Not long afterwards, Philippe entered, a weedy individual with an air of offended self-consequence.

"I understand that you have given notice," said Lord Newsam indifferently.

"Oui! I 'ave been insult' more zan 'uman can bear!" Philippe averred. "I leave at ze week end!"

"All right," said Lord Newsam.

The cook stared at him, dumfounded. "I am leave'!" he reiterated.

"You need not wait until the weekend; you may go now," Lord Newsam offered helpfully. "I shall get the cook in from the Dower House."

"What! A mere wooman in ze Gomersall kitchen!" exclaimed Philippe in horror. "Zis cannot be!"

"Well, we must eat," Lord Newsam pointed out practically. "And I am not particular about my food, in any case."

"But Madame! She will wizzer away!"

"Not at all; she will learn to do without the dainties you provide: that is all." Lord Newsam remained unmoved.

"Non! You are torture' your own muzzer! She tell me all ze time 'ow she love my cooking! You 'ave no feeling, milor'!"

"Granted, I have no sympathy for her delicate palate!" agreed Lord Newsam. "But it is you who have no feeling, deserting my mother over some silly nonsense!"

"Silly nonsense! When Miss Charlotte, she come ask' question – where I get zis? 'ow I make zat? – I am not good enough? I am good enough for Madame but not good enough for Mademoiselle?" explained Philippe indignantly. "Is zis 'ow I am treat'?"

"Has it not occurred to you that she was not criticising, she was asking to learn? And asking the greatest expert she knew? And for this you wish to give notice?"  Lord Newsam made a shooing motion. "Go, then, if you cannot even understand the greatest compliment of all!"

The cook stood silent. He was not accustomed to thinking further than the week's menus, and this complex philosophical point came close to evading him. At length, however, he grasped the issue. "She wish me to teach 'er?" he asked, his eyes lighting. "Ze noble Mademoiselle a student of Philippe? Ciel! Why she not say before? But of course!"

Lord Newsam held up a finger. "Only one day a week! She has many other duties!"  He could visualise the cook demanding Charlotte at all hours of the day; the man was capable of it.

"Ah, oui!" responded the cook, only a little disappointed. "One day a week, I teach Mademoiselle to cook comme des anges!"  He departed borne upon clouds of imagined glory.



Although she now lives in the U.K., Arabella Brown grew up in a small U.S. town. She spent most of her youth in the local Carnegie Public Library (thank you, Mr. Carnegie!), where she learned that intensive reading does more to broaden your horizons than school does. She still reads voraciously and her house is lined with thousands of books. Despite her emphasis on meticulous research, it’s the plot and the characters she particularly loves to create. She enjoys Jane Austen’s and Georgette Heyer’s novels and wishes there were more of them.
Under another name, Ms Brown has published a number of novels set in periods ranging from the 12th century to the 1960’s. This is her first Regency.





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Tuesday, January 12, 2021

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Bride on the Run by Anna J. Stewart @AJStewartWriter #Giveaway #Heartwarming @ERomNews #NewRelease

 

 


Bride on the Run
Butterfly Harbor Stories Book 9
by Anna J. Stewart
Genre: Clean Contemporary Romance


Finding true love…

In the unlikeliest places!

Sienna Fairchild never imagined she’d be a runaway bride. Or that she’d stow away on a worn-down boat belonging to handsome tour operator Monty Bettencourt. Monty’s used to navigating rough seas, but Sienna might overturn his whole life, and avoiding drama is tough in such close quarters! If Sienna’s sure she doesn’t know what she wants, then why does running away feel so much like coming home?





“You look wiped out,” Monty said. “Why don’t you get some rest? There’s a separate berth right down there.” He pointed at the narrow hall ahead of him. “I’ve already grabbed the one at the back.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” He was racking up serious Sir Galahad points. She hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks. The idea of even a few hours sounded like heaven.

“Not at all. I’ve got stuff to do on the boat before I can leave the marina, and then I’ll hit that gift shop. Oh, and I’ll see if I can get the gossip about your nonwedding wedding.”

Tears burned her eyes again, but she blinked them back. “I’ll never be able to thank you for all this.”

“Nothing to thank me for. That look on your fiancé’s face was enough.” Richard. Her father. The reality of what waited for her beyond the marina rushed over her like a tidal wave. But her anxiety and fear about what to do next disappeared for the moment, thanks to a stranger’s kindness. “You haven’t asked me.”

“Asked you what?”

“Why I ran away,” she stated.

Monty’s half smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s none of my business. If you want to talk about it, I’m happy to listen. Otherwise, consider this sanctuary until you decide what you want to do.”

“Just be gone before the morning tide, right?” Sienna forced a laugh as she struggled out of the booth. The pinching and tightening of her dress reminded her of the uncomfortable situation she was currently in. “There is one thing I need your help with. If you don’t mind?”

“Name it.”

Her face went hot. “I’d really love to get this dress off.” She turned around so she wouldn’t have to look at him. She pulled her hair into one hand, then drew it over her shoulder. “There’s no way to get these buttons myself. Could you just—”

“Yeah.” His strangled response had her biting back a smile. “Sure. I can do that.”



USA Today and national bestselling author Anna J Stewart writes sweet to sexy romances for Harlequin and ARC Manor’s Caezik Romance. Her sweet Heartwarming books include the Butterfly Harbor series as well as the ongoing Blackwell saga. She also writes the Honor Bound series for Harlequin Romantic Suspense and contributes to the bestselling Coltons. A former Golden Heart, Daphne, and National Reader’s Choice finalist, Anna loves writing big community stories where family found is always the theme. Since her first published novella with Harlequin in 2014, Anna has released more than forty novels and novellas and hopes to branch out even more thanks to Caezik Romance. Anna lives in Northern California where (at the best times) she loves going to the movies, attending fan conventions, and heading to Disneyland, her favorite place on earth. When she’s not writing, she is usually binge-watching her newest TV addiction, re-watching her all-time favorite show, Supernatural, and wrangling two monstrous cats named Rosie and Sherlock.  You can read more about Anna at her website, www.AuthorAnnaStewart.com.





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Monday, December 21, 2020

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Dating Mr. Darcy by Kate O'Keeffe #Giveaway @ERomNews #RomBks4Chris200 @prismbooktours @kateokeeffe4

 

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Dating Mr. Darcy
(Love Manor #1)
By Kate O'Keeffe
Chick-Lit, RomCom
Paperback & ebook, 307 Pages
August 25, 2020 Wild Lime Books

Is it a truth universally acknowledged, that a girl must compete on reality TV to win a modern-day Mr. Darcy's heart?

Emma Brady is having doubts about how far she'll go to promote her new activewear line. Sure, being on a reality show could be the big break her business so desperately needs, but is putting up with a Mr. Darcy wannabe worth it?

Sebastian Huntington-Ross is straight out of an Austen novel. But it's hard to focus on his chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and wickedly sexy accent when all Emma can see is his pride, arrogance, and smug demeanor.

Sparks fly when Emma realizes Sebastian has his own agenda for being on the show. Will Emma hold fast and keep the aristocratic Sebastian at arm's length? Or will she put her reservations aside when the lines between reality and "reality show" start to blur?

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How on this sweet Earth did I get myself into this position?

I’m not talking metaphorically or spiritually or anything like that here, you understand.

Oh, no. I’m being much more literal.

Right now, I’m all alone in the back of the limo, whizzing through the outskirts of Houston on my way to some ranch out in banjo territory. I’ve managed to remove my mic, which was a feat all its own, and now I’m wrangling with my Timothy leggings. With an almighty effort, I pull them up to my thighs, my dress bunched up under my chin. Ever bunched up a sequin dress under your chin? Not comfortable.

As the car turns corners, my task becomes increasingly complex. Just when I scoop my butt up off the seat to pull the leggings up, the car turns, and I go crashing into the door. Luckily it’s firmly shut or I’d be splattered across the road somewhere.

By the time I’m halfway done, I’m hot and sweaty and panting like I’ve gone three rounds in the ring with Muhammad Ali. Or some other boxer from this century. (Fighting’s so not my thing).

My leggings finally in place, I heave a sigh of relief. Time for my Timothy top. I pull my sequined dress over my head, only for it to get snagged on my hair.

I tug at the dress. It pulls at my hair but it holds tight. I tug again. This thing is not budging.

The car begins to slow. I peer out the smoky glass window and see a large house at the end of the long drive. It looks like a ranch in the middle of nowhere.

Uh-oh.

Panic begins to set in. I need to get this darn dress off and pull on my T-shirt over my strapless bra, and I need to do it now.

As the car slows to a stop, I yank on the dress, hard, only to cry out in pain as my hair refuses to untangle itself from the many sequins.

I hear a car door thud closed and know the driver is about to walk around to open my door.

No! We can’t be here already!

Think, Emma, think!

In just my leggings and strapless bra, my dress acting as some sort of weird hair extension, I’m not only going to be the laughing stock of the nation, but I’m sure the Mr. Darcy wannabe will send me home before he can say “that one was totally cray cray.” Penny’s and my dream will amount to nothing.

With probably less than about three seconds to go before the driver reaches my door, I ditch the near-impossible hair issue and focus on getting my top on. I grab it out of my clutch and loop one leg through, then the next. With a strength that would impress Wonder Woman herself, I yank the top up over my thighs, and begin to loop an arm through one side. So far, so good. All I’ve got to do now is loop the other arm through and ...

The next thing I know, the wall I’m leaning up against gives way and I fall backwards out of the privacy of the limo and land with a thud on my butt.

Ooof.

As my butt meets the hard, unforgiving ground, the wind is instantly sucked out of me and the pain sears. Trying to regain my balance, my legs flail in the air like I’m some kind of insect that can’t get itself back up. At least twelve different cuss words erupt from my mouth. Cuss words my mother would blush to hear me say.

Everything goes quiet around me.

Smooth, Emma. Real smooth.

“Well, that was quite an entrance,” a voice says.

Excerpted from Dating Mr. Darcy by Kate O'Keeffe. Copyright © Kate O'Keeffe. Published by Wild Lime Books.

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Kate O'Keeffe is a bestselling author of fun, feel-good chick lit and romantic comedies. She lives and loves in beautiful Hawke's Bay, New Zealand with her family, two scruffy dogs, and a cat who thinks he's a scruffy dog too. He's not: he's a cat.

When she's not penning her latest story, Kate can be found hiking up hills (slowly), traveling to different countries around the globe, and eating chocolate. A lot of it.


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December 11th: Delaney Cameron - Because You Loved Me
December 12th: Rachelle Paige Campbell - Love Overboard
December 13th: Raneé S. Clark - Finding Taylor
December 14th: Chrissy Elliot - Finding Home on Winslow Island 
December 15th: Aspen Hadley - Suits and Spark Plugs
December 16th: Shanna Hatfield - The Christmas Bargain
December 17th: D. E. Malone - Love, Lies and Mistletoe
December 18th: Melissa McClone - Sweet Yuletide
December 19th: Sarah L. McConkie - The Promise of Miss Spencer
December 20th: Kimberley Montpetit - Mostly Dangerous
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Friday, December 18, 2020

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Sweet Yuletide by Melissa McClone #Giveaway @ERomNews @melissamcclone #RomBks4Chris200 @prismbooktours

 

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Sweet Yuletide
(Indigo Bay Christmas Romances #4)
By Melissa McClone
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 230 Pages
October 8, 2020 by Cardinal Press, LLC

One beach cottage, two strangers, and a secret that could ruin everything…

Sheridan DeMarco would rather be anywhere than home for the holidays. Housesitting in South Carolina, far away from her new and chaotic blended family, sounds like the perfect way to spend Christmas. Until she arrives and realizes she isn’t as blissfully alone as she thought she would be…

Michael "Mikey" Patterson has a secret, one that requires him to stay out of sight until his attorney gives him the all clear. He finds the anonymity he needs in a small coastal town, but there’s a problem. Mikey isn’t the only one at the charming beach cottage, and the last thing he needs is a beautiful roommate named Sheridan who pushes all of his buttons.

All it takes is a sprig of mistletoe and one memorable kiss to make Sheridan and Mikey forget their plans to stay away from each other. But when his secret is revealed, can their newfound bond outlive the holiday season? Or will their happily ever after get tossed out with the discarded wrapping paper, ribbons, and tinsel?

Sweet Yuletide is the fourth book in the Indigo Bay Christmas Romance Series, but it and the other stories are standalone and can be read in any order.

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The interior was more impressive now with the 360-degree view. Floor-to-ceiling windows along the far wall showed an overcast sky and the Atlantic Ocean. Hope mentioned the place was on the beach, but Sheridan hadn't expected it to be backyard close. Halfway to the glass, she let go of her suitcase and left it behind. The wheels might damage the floor.

As she stood at the window with a sense of awe, her breath left a patch of fog on the glass. Christmas lights and garland were strung along the deck. An unexpected sight with the beach grass, giving a touch of color to the sand below. Gentle waves rolled in. A couple with their dog walked along the beach.

“I’m not in Berry Lake anymore.”

And that was A-okay. She would be—

Something crashed. A grunt followed.

The hair on the back of Sheridan’s neck stood straight, and she whirled around.

A tall, bearded, shirtless man with wide shoulders and a broad chest rubbed his knee. He stared at her suitcase on the floor.

She gasped.

His gaze jerked to hers. Eyes widening, he straightened.

Icy fear flowed through her veins. Headlines about a murdered tourist in a charming beach house flashed through her mind. Her mom would blame herself for not stopping Sheridan from flying to South Carolina. Face it, nothing like this ever happened in Berry Lake. A break-in while people were on vacation or a broken car window when someone left valuables in plain view, but there hadn’t been a murder in years.

Well, if she was going to die, she wanted to know who the killer was. She might be able to spell out the name in her blood before she lost consciousness. “Who are you?”

He didn’t flinch. His eyebrows drew together. “Who are you?”

Sheridan searched for something to use as a weapon. A dining room chair was too heavy, and there was no centerpiece on the table. Her backpack hung off one shoulder. If she hit him with that, it might stun him long enough to escape, but her keys, ID, and phone were inside. All things she needed.

So, she balled her fist and raised her chin to add an inch to her height. He still towered over her, which meant he was six-two or three and muscled like an athlete. No way would she be able to take him, but she’d go down fighting.

Sheridan swallowed around the lump of fear lodged in her throat. “I asked first.”

A beat passed and then another.

She held her ground.

“I’m Michael Patterson. My sister Marley is engaged to Von.” His posture was ramrod straight. “Your turn.”

Okay, this guy knew Hope’s brother’s name, so he might not be a psychopathic murderer.

Michael crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m waiting.”

“Sheridan DeMarco. I’m house-sitting for Hope.”

“Von asked me to house-sit.”

That made no sense. “Hope gave me a key.”

“Von gave one to me.”

Stalemate.

Excerpted from Sweet Yuletide by Melissa McClone. Copyright © Melissa McClone. Published by Cardinal Press, LLC.

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USA TODAY bestselling author Melissa McClone writes heartwarming women’s fiction and sweet contemporary romance novels for Cardinal Press, Tule Publishing Group, and Harlequin Books. When she’s not writing relatable characters and sigh-worthy happy endings, she spends rainy Pacific Northwest reading from her Kindle’s ever-growing TBR, napping, and decorating her Happy Planner. Melissa lives in Washington state with her husband, three children, a Norwegian Elkhound, and three cats who think they rule the house. They do!

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December 18th: Melissa McClone - Sweet Yuletide
December 19th: Sarah L. McConkie - The Promise of Miss Spencer
December 20th: Kimberley Montpetit - Mostly Dangerous
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Wednesday, December 16, 2020

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: The Christmas Bargain by Shanna Hatfield #RomBks4Chris200 #Giveaway @ERomNews @ShannaHatfield @prismbooktours

 

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The Christmas Bargain
(Hardman Holidays Book #1)
By Shanna Hatfield
Sweet Historical Romance
Paperback, Audiobook & ebook, 229 Pages
November 18, 2013 by Wholesome Hearts Publishing

The death of her mother left Philamena Booth grieving and at the mercy of her drunken father. After spending more than a decade held captive on their run-down farm, she’s left speechless and dazed when her father strikes a bargain to settle a long overdue debt. In lieu of payment, a handsome cowboy agrees to take her. Mortified yet relieved to leave the farm, Philamena unexpectedly finds herself married to a charismatic, caring man.

Luke Granger might own Hardman’s bank and the fanciest house in this Eastern Oregon town, but he’d much rather be outside riding his horses or wrangling his herd of cattle than keeping his account books straight. In a strange, unsettling turn of events, he finds himself accepting a farmer’s daughter instead of money to cover a loan. If the man hadn’t threatened to sell her to the saloon owner, Luke might have refused. He has no idea what to do with beautiful Filly or their marriage of convenience, but he’s about to get far more than he bargained for.

Full of Victorian and western charm, The Christmas Bargain is a sweet holiday romance filled with the spirit of the season.


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Luke waited to catch a glimpse of his bride. Chauncy kept him updated on her progress during the week. Sincerely hoping his friend hadn’t exaggerated, Luke felt it best to give Philamena plenty of space to adjust to being off the farm and away from her father.

Eventually, with enough time and encouragement, he hoped they could become friends. If they were stuck living under the same roof for goodness only knew how long, it would be nice if they could get along.

With his gaze focused on the back of the church, Luke watched Chauncy step into the aisle accompanied by a vision in white. He caught his breath. The regal woman walking toward him could not possibly be Philamena Booth, his intended. Transfixed, all Luke could do was gape at her in wide-eyed bewilderment.

When the minister asked who gave Philamena in marriage, Chauncy answered that he and Abby did, placing her hand on Luke’s arm. Mindful of his befuddled state, Chauncy stepped beside him and nudged him gently in the ribs. Luke continued to stare at his bride, unable to speak.

The minister cleared his throat and smiled. “Shall we begin?” he asked, turning toward Luke as Philamena took a hesitant step forward.

Luke finally came out of his trance and stood beside her, a look of confusion on his face. This enchanting woman couldn’t be the plain, frightened girl he rescued not even a week ago. The soft rose scent floating around him filled his nose, and Luke decided being married might not be such a hardship after all.

Excerpted from The Christmas Bargain by Shanna Hatfield. Copyright © Shanna Hatfield. Published by Wholesome Hearts Publishing.

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USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.


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December 12th: Rachelle Paige Campbell - Love Overboard
December 13th: Raneé S. Clark - Finding Taylor
December 14th: Chrissy Elliot - Finding Home on Winslow Island 
December 15th: Aspen Hadley - Suits and Spark Plugs
December 16th: Shanna Hatfield - The Christmas Bargain
December 17th: D. E. Malone - Love, Lies and Mistletoe
December 18th: Melissa McClone - Sweet Yuletide
December 19th: Sarah L. McConkie - The Promise of Miss Spencer
December 20th: Kimberley Montpetit - Mostly Dangerous
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Friday, December 11, 2020

BOOK SPOTLIGHT: Because you Loved Me by Delaney Cameron @prismbooktours @ERomNews #Giveaway #RomBks4Chris20

 

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Because You Loved Me
(The Billionaires of Sawgrass #1)
By Delaney Cameron
Contemporary Romance
Audiobook & ebook, 182 Pages
April 5, 2019 by Wisteria Press

He’s in love with the boss’s daughter. She’s secretly engaged to someone else.

Graham fell for Bridget the moment he laid eyes on her. He was fully aware that he’d unwittingly done what his best friend and mentor wanted all along. Unfortunately, it takes two people to make a relationship, and the female part of this equation isn’t interested. Being something of a realist, Graham accepted the inevitable. It wasn’t so with Bridget’s father. He continued to play matchmaker, stubbornly refusing to admit that his interference only made the situation worse. Graham’s only comfort is the fact that none of Bridget’s relationships have as yet become permanent. But even that false hope is ripped away when she drops her bombshell.

Bridget can’t deny she’s led a somewhat charmed life. As the eldest daughter of a successful businessman, she’s never wanted for anything. After graduating from a prestigious college in New York, she didn’t have to draft résumés or suffer through stressful job interviews. Instead she went to work for her father creating updated interiors for his hotel flipping company. The only gray cloud in her personal sky is her father’s ridiculous idea that his ex-Navy pilot protégé and his daughter constitute a match made in heaven. His embarrassing attempts to force her and Graham together have made it necessary to keep her engagement to the man she does love a secret. But it’s only a temporary thing. She has no doubt about her ability to bring her father around to her way of thinking.

The best laid plans, right? When destiny shuffles the cards and deals out a new hand, unrequited love and an unsuitable fiancé could turn out to be the least of Graham and Bridget’s problems.

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Bridget smiled a little as she led the way to the stairs. “I guess that means my brother and sister are behaving. I hope you realize it won’t always be like that.”

“I’d be disappointed if it was. It’s natural for kids to test their limits.”

“Is that what you did?”

She heard him chuckle.

“I still do it.”

She glanced over her shoulder and met his amused glance. “I’m not surprised.”

“You looked and sounded very smug when you said that. Didn’t you ever color outside the lines?”

By this time, they’d reached the wide landing on the second floor. Bridget did a quick mental debate and turned to the right. “I never wanted to.”

He came up beside her, looming over everything. “Maybe you didn’t have enough incentive.”

There weren’t many people who could make Bridget unaware of her most noticeable physical characteristic. She was taller than most of the people she ran across on a daily basis, including Roman. That wasn’t the case with Graham. Not even the high heels she wore in the office made any difference. In the tennis shoes she was wearing at the moment, his height advantage was apparent.

“Could be,” she said. “It’s not something I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about.”

“That’s too bad.”

Bridget rolled her eyes as they entered Caden’s room. “Why?”

He sat the containers on the bed, a half-amused, half-serious look on his face. “You miss out on a lot of things when you play it safe.”

“Oh, really? Can I assume you limit the use of this…strategy to your personal life?”

His eyes started to twinkle, something she’d seen happen when he was speaking to someone else. It was quite a different experience to find it directed at her.

“Of course. I always play by the rules in business.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a subtle jab at Roman or not. “That’s what I thought.” She pointed to the set of folding doors covered with Ironman and Hulk posters. “You can start on the closet. I’ll work on the chest of drawers.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled a plastic tote from the top of the pile and maneuvered past her. Bridget smiled to herself as she waited for him to open the closet doors. There was a few seconds of what could only be stunned silence, and then, “Shazam!”

She laughed so hard she had to sit down on the bed.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his obvious confusion setting her off again.

Bridget pointed at him while she tried to catch her breath. “You! I didn’t expect to hear that from a battle-hardened ex-Navy pilot.”

“I adjusted my response to my audience.”

“How considerate of you! Are you ever caught off-guard?”

“A lot more than you think.” He waved a hand at the disaster behind him. “Any suggestions?”

“Start at the top and work your way down.” Bridget grabbed a box, walked over to the dresser, and opened the top drawer. It wasn’t in much better condition than the closet. Caden hadn’t inherited their father’s talent for organization. “Liesl’s room will be less chaotic. She’s not nearly as messy, plus she’s more into clothes and jewelry than Legos, video games, and action figures.”

“I noticed she likes to read. Other than her bedroom, my library is her favorite room in the house.”

When Bridget looked in his direction, the words forming on her lips dried up. Graham was reaching over his head for something on the top shelf. Her eyes locked on the ripple of muscles moving down his arms and across his back with the accuracy of a heat-seeking missile. Something stirred in the region of her belly. This was followed by a wave of warmth that defied the coolness of the room. Alarmed and embarrassed, she turned away, relieved he hadn’t witnessed her strange and completely unwanted reaction.

* * * * * 

Graham usually preferred silence when he was working, but at the moment, he could have used some noise (no matter what form it was in) to take his mind off the woman standing a few yards away. He’d thought their brief, casual encounters at work were unnerving. Being alone with Bridget here was an entirely different level of disturbing. His highly-tuned senses sizzled with awareness, registering every breath, movement, and flip of her ponytail.

Dealing with these unsettling reactions didn’t keep him from knowing how difficult this was for her. When she let him in the house, he’d seen the trace of tears on her cheeks and heard the tremor in her voice. It had taken every ounce of self-control he had not to drop the boxes on the floor and take her into his arms, an action that would have embarrassed both of them.

If only he could think of something to say, but the light banter he employed with moderate success everywhere else seemed to have deserted him at the door of Caden’s room. All his addled brain could come up with as a conversation starter was ‘You smell really nice.’ Even as a compliment, it lacked imagination.

Behind him, he heard a drawer close. It was the perfect excuse to glance over his shoulder. Bridget looked up and met his eyes. Then she smiled. Graham’s heart did an award-worthy nose dive into his shoes.

“I was thinking of coming back with you today to spend some time with Liesl and Caden. Is that okay?”

Okay? It was the best news he’d had all week. “Of course. You’re welcome anytime. Liesl and Caden will love it. They miss you.”

“I miss them, too. It’s sad that it takes something tragic to make you aware of things like that.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. All of us are guilty of having tunnel vision. The pace of life is faster than ever. It’s challenging to fit in everything.”

“It comes down to priorities. We make time for what we believe to be most important, all the while thinking that there’ll be plenty of time to get to those other things.”

“Sometimes we do get to them. It’s only after a window of opportunity closes that you realize how precarious life really is. There are no guarantees. There’s no insurance policy to protect you from the unknown.”

“Having served in the military means you know that more than anyone.”

He nodded. “It gave me a better appreciation of life as well as the freedoms we so often take for granted. This is off the subject, but I’m planning to take the kids to an air show. Caden mentioned wanting you to come, too.”

“An air show?” she asked, grinning. “That sounds right up your alley. When is it?”

“Two weeks from today.”

“I should be able to make it.”

He forced himself to say the rest. “Caden thought you might like to invite Roman, too. That reminds me of something I should have mentioned before. You’re welcome to bring Roman to the house when you come.”

He didn’t imagine the blush that entered her cheeks. Was it because she was still embarrassed about asking Graham for the money? Or was she remembering the remarks he made about Roman facing the consequences of his actions?

“That’s very nice of you. He hasn’t had many opportunities to get to know Liesl and Caden. That’s something I’m hoping to change.”

Graham was torn between wishing Roman would refuse and wanting the chance to size up the other man in person. Neither of those sentiments could be voiced aloud. “You’ll get to meet my mother today. She’s in town for the weekend.”

“What does she think about you being a guardian?”

“Nothing much surprises my mother. She has a unique talent for disregarding whatever doesn’t directly pertain to her.”

“That’s an interesting answer.”

“It’ll make perfect sense once you meet her.”

“Hmm. You’ve definitely excited my curiosity.”

That was something at least.

You’ll have me interfering in your life for at least ten more years.”

There was nothing he’d like more. He snapped the lid on the box. “A fate worse than death.”

“I bet you didn’t take that into consideration when you agreed to be a guardian.”

“A very premature action on my part.”

She grinned in acknowledgment, but he could tell she’d already moved on to something else.

“That’s probably what he had in mind all along.”

“Who?”

“Dad, of course. Don’t tell me you didn’t know he wanted you and me to…” she stopped suddenly, looking very much like her younger sister.

He knew what she meant, but couldn’t resist teasing her. “He wanted you and me to what?”

She sent him an exasperated glance that still managed to quicken his pulse. “Don’t act so innocent, Graham. You know what I’m trying to say.”

He laughed, thinking how pretty she was when she blushed and wishing he could kiss every inch of her pink cheeks. “I do know. What I can’t figure out is why you’re having so much trouble saying it. There’s no one here but us.”

He was given an excellent view of her profile, which was no less adorable than the rest of her.

“It’s embarrassing. I wish I hadn’t brought it up.”

“Why? It’s always better to get something out in the open rather than ignore it. Yes, it was uncomfortable, but in reality, it was harmless. We both know your father meant well. I took it as a compliment that he thought me good enough for you.”

Her head turned just enough to allow their eyes to meet. “There were few people Dad really liked and even fewer that he trusted. The fact that you were in both those groups says a lot. But what Dad didn’t want to accept is that love can’t be forced. It can’t be manipulated by throwing two people together. If it’s meant to happen, it will. If it’s not, then all the planning and scheming in the world won’t make any difference.”

Graham could testify to that. “I couldn’t have said it better myself. As awkward as this conversation has been, we probably should have had it sooner.”

“I think you’re right. It wouldn’t have made all Dad’s machinations any less annoying, but at least we wouldn’t have been worried about what the other person was thinking.”

“I thought we handled ourselves very professionally.”

“Me, too, but there were times when I wanted to sink right into the floor.”

“Would one of those times be when Daniel arranged a business lunch, and you and I were the only ones who showed up at the restaurant?”

“Yes. I don’t think I said fifty words throughout the entire meal.”

“It was probably less than thirty, but who’s counting?”

“That’s what happens when I get really angry and really embarrassed at the same time. My brain goes on strike. Anyway, that’s all in the past. Who knows? Maybe one day we’ll be able to laugh about it.”

“Anything’s possible,” he said, reaching for another plastic container.

The sultry notes of “Havana” by Camila Cabello filled the room. Bridget reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out her phone. Graham could tell who was on the other end by the look on her face. He’d give anything to have her look that way for him.

“Excuse me for a minute,” she said, walking toward the door.

“No problem.”

A ragged sigh escaped him as he turned back to the closet. Everything Bridget said about love was true. It can’t be forced or manipulated. Love happens on its own terms, and once it takes hold, it stubbornly resists every effort by its unsuspecting host to withdraw. Having become one of those helpless victims, he thought it very unlikely that he’d ever be able to ‘laugh’ about it.

Excerpted from Because You Loved Me by Delaney Cameron. Copyright © Delaney Cameron. Published by Wisteria Press.

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About the Author


I'm a Georgia girl at heart if not by birth. I love to read, watch college football, and spend time with my husband. I'm a hopeless romantic so there will always be a happily ever after in my stories. I also like to write about second chances because love doesn't always work out the first time.

I write sweet romances set in both contemporary and regency settings. My stories are about the journey to love, from that first meeting to the point where two people know their hearts are no longer their own. My characters aren't perfect. They make mistakes and have faults like the rest of us. They learn the sometimes painful truth that the path to love isn't always smooth, but it's a road worth traveling.


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December 8th: Launch
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December 12th: Rachelle Paige Campbell - Love Overboard
December 13th: Raneé S. Clark - Finding Taylor
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