$20 Amazon Gift Code Giveaway: The Ever After Groom by Carly Morgan

The Ever After Groom by Carly Morgan

A Valentine’s bet and the man trying to slip past her defenses!

Nate Decker, offensive tackle for the Denver Storm and affectionately called Captain handsome by the media, doesn’t want to attend a masquerade ball. But he’s surprised when he’s tricked into a bet for charity, and finds himself asking the prettiest woman in the room to dance. He never expected to be staring into the beautiful eyes of the woman who slipped away from him two years ago and he really isn’t expecting all the old feelings to instantly come back.
The kind and talented doctor, Hazel Marten, only attended the masquerade ball to represent Denver Hospital in support of the fundraiser for ALS. When she finds herself dancing with the man she divorced, she’s more than stunned–she’s struck by memories of the past–including the one of losing her little boy. But her heart instantly remembers his goodness, and the same attraction that’s always been between them seems to sizzle instantly back to life. When she gets a call that her sister’s in the hospital in Ever After, Montana–somehow it just feels right to have Nate swoop in and fly her there on his plane. But it shouldn’t, right? She divorced him.
When Nate offers to stay in Ever After and help her save her sister’s cookie shop, they find themselves up to their elbows in thirty dozen sugar cookies for a wedding, uncovering clues to figure out who hurt her sister, and trying to resist this incessant need to kiss each other.
When they stumble into a world of trouble tracking down her sister’s assailant, they have to make a choice–face the past and forgive each other or walk away from the only true love they’ve ever known.

 

Praise for The Ever After Groom

This was a great book. Carly keeps you in her book from page one until the end.

This is the first book I’ve read by Carly Morgan, but it won’t be my last. I loved this second chance story about Nate and Hazel.

This is a sweet and beautiful love story with endearing and charming characters that will have you enjoying each and every moment of this journey towards happily ever after and family.

 

Author Carly Morgan

Carly Morgan is RaShelle Workman’s pen name as she writes sweet, contemporary romance novels with a hint of mystery as well as cozy mysteries filled with heart. She enjoys chocolate, dancing, and reading a good book, not to mention kissing her husband, and jogging the trails behind her house.

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$25 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway: The Lioness of Egypt by Leigh Anderson & Alice Wilde

A murdered pharaoh. An evil sorceress. And three lion shifter kings.

Sanura would do whatever it took to be the next queen of Egypt – even if it meant marrying her younger half-brother and waging war on all of Africa. But when the pharaoh is murdered and Sanura blamed for the crime, she barely escapes the city with her life.

With nothing and no one to help her, Sanura finds herself at the mercy of a lion shifter African king. One of Egypt’s sworn enemies. A man who would be better off with her dead.

And he’s not the only lion king she needs to worry about.

THE LIONESS OF EGYPT is the first full-length reverse harem historical fantasy book in the SHIFTERS OF AFRICA trilogy.

 

 

 

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The Lioness of Egypt
by Leigh Anderson & Alice Wilde

Series
The Shifters of Africa Book One

Genre
Adult
Reverse Harem
Paranormal Romance

Publisher
Red Empress Publishing

Publication Date
February 7, 2019

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About Leigh Anderson

LEIGH ANDERSON loves all things Gothic and paranormal. Her master’s thesis was on vampire imagery in Gothic novels and she met her husband while assuming the role of a vampire online. She currently teaches writing at several universities and has a rather impressive collection of tiny hats. She lives in a small town in the mountains with her husband, human child, and two fur-children. She is currently working on too many writing projects, and yet not enough.

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About Alice Wilde

ALICE WILDE grew up with a love of reading and spent her teens writing and submitting her essays as fantasy stories, much to the annoyance, but often high marks, of her teachers. Now, she spends much of her days writing historical fantasy paranormal romances (filled with gorgeous men and, of course, magic) that she hopes will spark a flame in readers as much as they do in herself.

Alice is currently living with her cat in a bustling city she never sees much of, as she’s too busy dreaming up, writing down, and living in her next paranormal RH romance, though she generally finds enough time for a real life date or two… We all need a bit of inspiration now and again, right?

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Book Giveaway: OUTRUSH by Errin Stevens

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Series: The Mer Chronicles Book 3
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: February 14, 2019
Maya finds she can’t out-swim that guy who got away…
Maya’s headlong rush into marriage isn’t working out… and it isn’t the only collision course she’s on these days. Her saltwater distractions aside, her father-in-law wants her gunned down for reasons unknown, and her pesky bodyguard – when he’s around – seems intent on drowning her in want and regret.
Maya is desperate to hold onto any small part of herself she understands. When escape becomes her only option, she finds herself in a race against a past – and a man – she can’t outrun.

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In the last moments of her run, the voices around her as well as the clamor of sirens and car horns faded. Because she saw only the man outside the walkway, and his presence muffled everything else. Her lungs burned now and a slight, pleasant asphyxia blurred her senses. Finally at the barricade, she perceived – in addition to Aiden’s figure before her – her own breath and heartbeat, then his, but no other sight or sound.
She didn’t remember climbing through the mesh… but she must have because Aiden had her crushed against him. She heard the loud click of a gun being cocked, and dimly registered the shouted warnings from police to stay back.
Aiden’s smile reflected pure, uncomplicated joy, however. He set her down and cradled her face in his hands. “God. It’s so good to see you, Maya.”
He was happy? Sweet heaven, so was she. An easy lightness blossomed in her chest, expanding like a balloon that threatened to lift her bodily from where she stood. In the ensuing contentment that took her over, she realized again how careworn she’d become, how small her definition of happiness had shrunk since her days in Griffins Bay, especially this past year. She smiled openly in response to him, indifferent to the context of their reunion and their precarious perch on the lip of the bridge.
Aiden stared at her intently, kindly. This will be okay, he assured her. And of course they would be okay – they were together. He then tucked her forehead into his neck, wrapped her tightly against him, and leaned toward the water.

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About Errin Stevens

Errin Stevens

Errin Stevens writes paranormal suspense/romance from her home in Minnesota, where she lives with her husband and son. When not wrestling with unruly narrative – or reading everything from mythology to contemporary romance to literary novels – you’ll find her swooning over seed catalogs (winter), or digging in the garden (the other three days of the year). Visit her blog site at http://errinstevens.com for release updates and random essays on writing and mothering.
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$10 Amazon Gift Card: Not Far from the Peach Tree by Sabrina Falk

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Not Far from the Peach Tree

by Sabrina Falk

Publication Date: February 1, 2019

Publisher: Peasantry Press
Anxiety has become the only thing Abigail Hartley can count on. Jobless, dreamless, loveless and stuck living with her parents—this isn’t the 22 she had in mind.

But when tragic news rattles the Hartley household and years of secrecy begin to surface, Abigail can no longer hide behind her fears. She joins forces with her sarcastic, pre-teen sister and heads to the only place that might have the answers she’s looking for. One month in Georgia is all it takes to change everything Abigail knows about, well, everything.

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Excerpt – Not Far from the Peach Tree – Chapter Six – Pages 57-59

…I’m infuriated by his self-assuredness. “Who are you?”
“The landscaper.” Losing all sense of the situation, I round the corner. He’s tall and much bigger than I am. Now I wish I really had called the cops. But upon seeing me, his stance softens. “What are you doing in Mrs. Mayfield’s house?”

I’m flooded with relief. He knows Mae. “She’s my grandmother.”

His brown eyes become apologetic. “I’m sorry. If I’d have known—well, I wouldn’t have just barged in here like this. Name’s James Walden.” He extends a hand to me. His calloused grip confirms that he works, not thieves, for a living.

“I’m Abigail Hartley.”

He seems a little older than me, but not by much. His skin is darkened by the sun—probably from working long days outside. On a spectrum, his hair would fall smack dab in the middle of Maddy’s blonde and my dark brown.

“He’s not going to kill us?” Maddy asks from around the corner.

James cracks a somehow perfect smile. “Not today.”

I laugh, then become aware of myself. Thankfully, I changed out of my pajamas, but my socks are mismatched and my hair’s unbrushed.

Maddy surfaces beside me to investigate. “I’m Maddy,” she says, then gestures her thumb toward me. “This one’s my sister.” “Pleased to meet you both.” His face stirs with a thought.

“How’d y’all get here? Mine was the only vehicle outside.”
“We bused to town,” I explain. “Then walked.”
“And walked”—Maddy’s head goes limp from side to side—

“and walked, and walked, and walked.”
“Come on, Maddy, you’re a New Yorker. You should be

used to walking.”
“Not when it’s that hot outside.”
“I hear ya,” James says. “It can sure feel like the sun’s frying you up for breakfast sometimes.” His eyes turn down to my side. “But you should know all about that.”

I follow his stare to the frying pan still clutched in my hands. “Oh, ha,” I say, tucking the pan behind me. “You caught us in the middle of making lunch.”

 

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“What are they?” Maddy asks with a quizzical brow.

James laughs. “They’re bikes. What else?”

I’m with Maddy on this one. They look more like relics than functional machines. The putrid green paint on both bikes is chipped, with spots of rust dotting the frame and wheel wells. The tires are so flat, they’re sagging, and some of the spokes are just plain missing. It’s clear they’ve been sitting unused in that shed for a long time.

I fold my arms. “I’m not getting on that thing.”

“What? It’ll be fine.” He pats the bike seat. “Here, hop on, Maddy.”

“You first.”

“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Okay.” James straddles the bike. The pedals stick at first but eventually ease into motion. He circles around us on the grass. “I can’t remember the last time I was on one of these.”

“Perhaps the eighteen hundreds.” Sarcasm is Maddy’s second language, arguably her first. She points and laughs. “You’re about as rusty as that chain.”

She’s also the queen of lame jokes.

“That bad, huh?” He hops off the bike and stares at it sideways. “I’ll grease up the gears and pump up the tires. They’ll work like new.”

He leaves for his truck, parked in front of the house. It’s an old truck, perhaps from the same time period as the bikes. Dad would affectionately refer to a truck like his as a rust bucket.

James steps up on the back wheel of the truck and leans over to grab a toolbox and bicycle pump.

Maddy nudges my arm. “He’s got a cute butt.”
“Maddy!”
“What?”
I mean, she’s right. Obviously. I guess it’s just weird hearing my thoughts voiced out loud. “He’s a little old for you, don’t you think, Maddy?”

“Yeah, but not for you,” she says, wiggling her brows.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Sabrina Falk is a Canadian Writer from Southern Manitoba. She received an English Language Arts scholarship at NCI in her graduating year. She is also the co-creator of Matt Falk’s Awful Podcast and played Melissa in the World Vision tour of POOF across Manitoba. She loves traveling all over the world with her family, but Southern Manitoba has always been her home.

Not Far from the Peach Tree is Sabrina Falk’s debut novel.

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$25 Amazon Gift Code Giveaway: Abigail by Jess Heileman

 

 

It was several minutes into the first course that Uncle Stanton leaned toward me. “By whom do I have the privilege of sitting this evening?”

“Miss Blakeslee, sir.” I offered, perplexed how he had forgotten our introduction already. “We met just now in the drawing room.”

“Of course. Miss Blakeslee. Such a pretty sounding girl. And I have heard you are quite exquisite though I wish I could see you for myself.”

It was only then I noticed the cloudiness of his eyes. “Forgive me, sir. I did not realize you—” the words to finish seemed too harsh to speak.

“That I am blind?” He chuckled. “I’m flattered you took so long to realize. Was it my handsome face that made you overlook the defect or the confident way I hold myself?”

I was convinced it was the darkness of the drawing room, but I had no intention of saying so. “I believe it was both, sir.”

He chuckled again and reached a hand toward me. Placing my hand atop his, I gave it a gentle squeeze which he affectionately returned.

After some general small talk around the table, a few failed attempts to entreat Miss Hawkins into conversation, and seeing the focused regard Sir Wycliffe paid to Hannah, I gladly directed my attention to Uncle Stanton. There was something about his openness that endeared him to me immediately.

“And, if you don’t mind me asking, Mr. Stanton—”

“My friends and relations call me Uncle, and, if you find no offense in being placed amongst that group, I must insist you do also.”

“I would be honored, Uncle.”

“And I’m guessing by how you began to phrase your question, you were curious how I lost my eyesight?”

Now that he said it aloud it sounded alarmingly impolite, and I felt relieved he couldn’t witness the color that filled my cheeks. I still needed to learn to not let my curiosity take precedence to propriety. “I—well, I—” I stumbled over my words, endeavoring to think of another question to propose.

“Truly, I don’t mind,” he said, sensing my hesitation. “But I fear there is little to tell. A few years ago, I began having problems with my vision. Things grew dark at the edges and gradually expanded toward the center until all I now have is a general sense of light and dark. I sought the best physician in London, who assured me there was nothing to be done. So, I have resigned myself to enjoying the world through my other senses.”

I smiled. “That is a commendable outlook on such a hardship.”

“As I see it, I only had two choices—to be bitter or to not. I simply chose the more enjoyable of the two. Though I will admit, I often wish I could create a more romantic story surrounding it all. You see, I have a very dull imagination—” he hesitated, “not that I care to mislead anyone, but the truth is hardly worthy of attention.”

“I don’t credit myself with much creativity, but perhaps both our minds together might come to a tale worth sharing—or, in the least, to entertain ourselves?”

“Miss Blakeslee, that is a capital idea!”

“Well then, let us think. The grandest stories are always believable,” I paused, trying to determine an appropriate setting. “You were just telling me of your time in the British Fleet.” He nodded. “It would be fitting, and perfectly romantic, if your tale occurred at sea. Perhaps a heroic rescue?”

One side of his mouth lifted. “I daresay I prefer to play the hero.”

“And nothing is as heroic as rescuing a damsel in distress, do you not agree?”

“I most certainly do.”

I couldn’t resist grinning as a story surfaced in my mind. “I believe it must occur at night, for the mystery of things is always greater at night. You are walking the deck as Captains do, on watch for pirates or smugglers, when you hear the cry of a woman. You follow the sound to the starboard side of the ship and search the water, wondering who could be in such a state of anguish. The water is dark, with only an occasional reflection of light from the moon dancing off the waves. It would be impossible for someone to be out there, but then—” I nearly giggled at the intensity of Uncle Stanton’s concentration.

“Well, what was it I saw?” he asked eagerly.

“A woman, of course.”

“In the sea?”

“In the sea! And the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on. But what was most peculiar was how her cry transformed to a song—an entrancing melody that wrapped around you, pulling you toward her.”

“But she is in the water? How is she rescued?”

“You are a hero, Uncle. You must jump in to save her!” He lifted his eyebrows in surprise, and I covered my mouth stifling a laugh. “Don’t look so startled at the notion, I daresay if it were a real occurrence you wouldn’t hesitate a moment. And our story must be accurate—that is why I came to this conclusion.”

His face beamed with pride. “I’ve always had a propensity for acting brashly around beautiful women.”

“And so, this is no different. And after you jump into the freezing water, as extremes make the account more exciting, you swim to where you expect her to be but find nothing. You search frantically, diving under the water and yelling for her—for now that you have seen her you will save her or die in the attempt. But you grow tired and, just as your strength is exhausted and you begin to sink, you are pulled from the sea.”

“And how should I be saved?”

“A shipmate would be a reasonable rescuer. Possibly a fellow watchman or someone who heard your distress as you searched?” I received a reassuring nod. “When they got you on deck, although you had taken in much water, your only concern was for the woman. ‘Woman?’ they’d say, ‘There was no woman in the water.’ Had they not heard the cry or the mesmerizing song? Were they not lucky enough to behold the enchanting face? They’d surely blame it on your longing imagination—though we know how dull it is—or likely a bad meal. And I fear she would forever be a mystery to you, plaguing your very existence— the image of this siren etched in your mind and her song on your heart. And your eyes would ultimately grow dim because nothing in this world could compare with the splendor you once beheld.”

A satisfied smile lit his face and my own expression soon mirrored his.

“You have given me quite a story, Miss Blakeslee; yet I am certain I shall never tell it as well. I’d ask you to transcribe it, so I might memorize it,” he chuckled, “but that would do little good as I’m no longer able to read.”

His laugh was contagious, and I easily joined him. Glancing around to make sure no one had observed my casual behavior, my eyes locked with Mr. Edwin Stanton. His stern look took the smile from my lips and drove my gaze to my plate.

“What is it, Miss Blakeslee?” Uncle Stanton asked gently.

I marveled at his discernment, most people with perfect eyesight would fail to perceive what he did. “I believe I have offended your great nephew with my behavior.”

“And how did you come to that conclusion?”

“The intensity of his stare—as though he is condemning me from across the table.”

“Many emotions can cause intensity, Miss Blakeslee. But, if he is displeased, let me ease your mind—you can hardly be the cause. These last few years he has had no difficulty finding things to aggravate him. Perhaps it is his way of being hospitable—ensuring he treats us all equally.”

“Perhaps,” I said, taking comfort in the idea his ill temper hadn’t began with my arrival. Looking back toward the other side of the table our eyes met again, but this time he redirected his attention to the smiling face of Helena.

 

 

 

 

Ooh, I really enjoyed this story! It definitely had a Pride and Prejudice sort of feel for me with the brooding hero, the passionate and intelligent heroine and plenty of misunderstand and judgments on both sides.
Abigail is so easy to love. Honestly, she is kind, compassionate and freely herself even when it goes against what is “proper”. She is a defender of people and exceptionally loyal. See? What’s not to love? ~Aimee brown

I bought this book last night and then ended up staying up way to late to finish it! But I was enjoying it so much I couldn’t put it down! It reminded me of Edenbrooke in style and that I loved the heroine, Abigail, and her desire to stand up for good causes despite society pressures- she had so much goodness! I loved her story and how it all connected. ~Crystal

This is Jess Heileman’s first novel, and I am excited for her to write more! Edwin and Abigail were easy to love and cheer for, and there was a host of secondary characters who were also fun to get to know! ~Alisa

Abigail sucked me in from the first page and I had a hard time putting it down. A sweet Regency romance with all the back and forth love vs duty inherent in this type of book- which helps make them one of my favorite! The characters are well developed and believable. ~Cheryl-Lynn

 

 

Author Jess Heileman

In kindergarten, Jess won a first prize ribbon for her original creation Pigs in Wigs. It was a solid storyline: there was this pig that wore a wig–and it rhymed. Not impressed? Neither were her children when shown the very masterpiece that influenced her to become an author. “You won a ribbon for that?” Yes. Yes, she did.

Thankfully, life has since exposed her to a thorough education with its share of awards and accolades–and, more importantly, to the trials and human experiences that form the heart of a storyteller and the substance of great stories.

Besides her love of writing, Jess is an avid reader, shameless people observer, international café loiterer, and partially retired photographer. She loves being a mother to five amazing humans and a wife to the greatest man she knows.

 

 

 

 

 

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Spotlight: MUST LOVE COFFEE by Leigh Lennon

 

 

The first book in the highly anticipated 425 Madison series is now live! Read MUST LOVE COFFEE by Leigh Lennon today.

 

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Gwen
I was stripped of all my own desires and wants when I was married to my ex-husband. I now carry a list with me—a list that will help me choose a man that will put me first in life. Then the storm cloud of an entitled millionaire appears in my life and knocks me off my axis. This man sends so many mixed signals, my body either quakes with anger or passion when I’m around him.

I’m his son’s teacher and his tenant, but I find myself wanting more.

Leo
My life is run with precision with little regard for others until a woman in crazy clothes challenges me to be a better father. She’s one of the few people that puts me in my place and maybe for this very reason—I want her more than I can articulate. With her failed marriage and list of requests she needs from her next partner, I know she’s my future. My life is less than perfect, and with it—baggage that follows me everywhere. Does she want my kind of crazy in her life?

I’m her landlord and an a**hole, but  I find myself wanting more.

Where to begin? For starters, you must love coffee…

After all, 425 Madison Avenue is the perfect place to fall in love.

*Each story is completely standalone.
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Leo stands with so much force it pushes his chair over, bumping the table and knocking some of Teague’s test results to the floor.

 

“Mason, this teacher is clearly incompetent and I want her replaced—no, fuck that—I want her fired.”

 

I don’t give Mason much time to reply. I stand just as fast and, though he has a good six inches on me,  I’m in his face.

 

“Okay, Mr. Eastman, you want me fired so badly, answer me this. How much time do you spend with Teague each day on his homework? I’ve sent home small readers with questions to be answered each day, even if you have to write the responses for him. I’ve never gotten a completed form in return.” As I speak, the harsh teacher tone takes over and demands his attention. I don’t miss how his hands curl into fists when I continue. “I’ve sent him home with a phonetical set of flash cards and a completion sheet. After ten times, he gets a reward. I have yet to receive that back. The same goes for number recognition. So, you tell me I’m not doing my job. But, since turnabout is fair play, how are you doing on your end? It takes a village, Mr. Eastman. Let me know when you move in and we can talk.”

 

Leo:

 

How is it that a man who has access to countless hot women wakes on the morning of his kid’s playdate like it’s fucking Christmas? And with a jolly ripe boner at the thought of his son’s teacher. Yeah, this guy here. I’m not ashamed of it but is it appropriate to ask this woman out while we are essentially chaperoning our daughters? See, I haven’t always been a manwhore. With Dez, I was the most committed father and husband—I only had eyes for her. And maybe these new feelings make it obvious I’m ready to start over again.

 

With the first glance at my phone, I’m accosted with a shit-ton of texts from Donna. She invited me over last night but I’d told her I was taking my kids to the movies. This crazy, bleached-blonde tried to invite herself with us to see Venom. She had no idea it was a Marvel movie, in addition to being oblivious to the fact that I’d never let her get within arm’s reach of my kids. A good fuck she’s been but that’s all she ever could be. And now, after imagining the teacher as a person I want more than sex with, I’m on the offensive with today’s playdate. But don’t fucking get me wrong—I sure as fuck want to fill her up—but I want more than that. I can’t fucking believe that I, Leo Eastman, am admitting to this.  

 

Shit, shit, shit. But it’s true.

 

 
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Leigh Lennon is a mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. One could say she loves pretty nails, big earrings, and spiky hair. She can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.

 

 

 

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About the 425 Madison Series

 

Welcome to 425 Madison Ave the perfect place to fall in love. Nine delicious romances set in fast-paced & sexy NYC just waiting for you to read.

 

The series features stories from some of your favorite romance authors: Leigh Lennon, MK Moore, Allie York, Aubree Valentine, Kay Gordon, Lauren Helms, Sylvia Kane, Katy Ames, and C. Lesbirel.

 

Join these authors as they come together, each with a standalone romance for you to enjoy.

 

Featuring some of readers’ favorite tropes: second-chance romance, best friends sibling romance to a good ol’ enemies to lovers romance. We’ve got you covered with a sports romance, a fake relationship and even an ugly duckling or two. Don’t forget a brother’s best friend and falling for your soul mate. Maybe a little love triangle as well. Each tale offers you something new, something different. After all, 425

 

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Books two and three in the series are coming soon! Add them to your Goodreads shelf today!

 

Let Me Love You by MK Moore, Book #2

 

A Best Friend’s Sibling Romance

 

 

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Just Swipe Right by Allie York, Book #3

 

 

A Love Triangle Romance

 

 

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