Thursday, December 31, 2020

BEST OF 2020


It's that time again, on the last day of the year, when we gather round and share our BEST OF lists from the many books we've read in 2020.

It's been a long, drawn-out year that seemed so much longer than its 366 days, don't you think? We hope that this New Year's Eve finds you well and your loved ones in good health and good spirits. We hope that you haven't been negatively impacted by this horrid pandemic, and that you found time to read despite the horror show this year has been.

Without any further ado, here are our lists for this year's winning books...


  1. To Have It All by Jill Wexler


  1. The Family We Make by Dan Wingreen


  1. Familiar Beginnings (Demon Magic #2) by Alice Winters


  1. Fakers (Licking Thicket #1) by Lucy Lennox


  1. Date Me, Bryson Keller by Kevin van Whye


  1. The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune


  1. Face Offs & Cheap Shots (CU Hockey #2) by Eden Finley


  1. Better Be True (Harrison Campus #3) by Anyta Sunday


  1. Spotlight (Famous #2) by Eden Finley


  1. Feralsong (Green Creek #3.5) by T.J. Klune 


1. The Dichotomy of Angels by N.R. Walker

2. Hemingway's Notebook by Jackie North

3. Charlie Sunshine by Lily Morton 

4. The Last Kiss by Sally Malcolm

5. The Redemption of River by Eli Easton

6. A Sweet Man by Jaime Reese

7. Down Low by Parker St. John

8. Merry Measure by Lily Morton 

1. Straight as a Wheel by K.A. Merikan

2, Better Than Beginnings by Lane Hayes

3. When Death Frees the Devil (Death and the Devil #3) by L.J. Hayward

4. Wheels Up (Out of Uniform #4) by Annabeth Albert  (re-read, I hope it's okay to include it)

5. Just a Bit Wrecked (Straight Guys #11) by Alessandra Hazard

6. Unnatural (The Wrong Alpha #1) by Alessandra Hazard

7. Unraveling by Rick R. Reed

8. What Remains by Garrett Leigh


1. Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall

2. A Very Punchable Face by Colin Jost

3. The Redemption of River by Eli Easton

4. Emerald Blaze by Ilona Andrews

5. When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn

7. Spoiler Alert by Olivia Dade

8. In a Holidaze by Christina Lauren

9. Dances Long Forgotten by Ruby Moone

10. The Obesity Code by Jason Fung


2. To See the Sun by Kelly Jensen (audio)  

3.  Kiss Me Again by Garrett Leigh (audio) 

4.  Slow Dances Under an Orange Moon by V. L. Locey  

6. The Edge of the World by Garrett Leigh  

7. The Christmas Pundit by V. L. Locey


3. The Making of Jonty Bloom by Barbara Elsborg

4. Perfect Day (New Milton #1) by Sally Malcolm

5. Decision (Diversion #8) by Eden Winters

7. To Have It All by Jill Wexler

8. Auctioned (Auctioned, #1) by Cara Dee

9. Hard Knox (Havenwood #3) by Riley Hart

10. Down Low by Parker St John

1. His Horizon by Con Riley

2. Protecting His Pack by Morgan Elektra

3. The Family We Make by Dan Wingreen

4. Unraveling by Rick R. Reed

5. Blind Faith by Delphia Baisden

6. Socks For An Otter by Posy Roberts

7. Companion Required by Brian Lancaster

8. Under A Sky Of Ash by Brandon Witt

And there you have it, dear reader. Are any of your favorites on our lists? What were your best reads of the year? Talk to us in the comments...

From all of us to all of you, thank you for being on this reading journey with us, and may you ever find another great book to read!

Happy reading!!

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Blogtour: A Refuge Bay Christmas by Susan Saxx


A Refuge Bay Christmas
A Men of Refuge Bay Novel
by Susan Saxx
Genre: Contemporary M/M Holiday Romance

Two Gay Men. Their Adopted Daughter. Her First Real Christmas.

Welcome to Refuge Bay!
Where trouble is brewing in a little girl's heart this holiday season...

When Nathan and Og fell in love, little did they realize their union would end up in an unexpected adoption: that of the six-year old runaway child they found at Hope House. Now her first Christmas is fast approaching, and everything is hard for the orphan who’s never had a real family. She’s still dealing with ghosts of the past, and she's trying to do it alone. How can Nathan, Og, and the whole gang at Hope House, show her everything Christmas can be, in a forever family? Most importantly, how can they make sure that the Refuge Bay community’s unparalleled Christmas magic will work its special miracle…on her?

It's the holidays. Come and celebrate with all of Refuge Bay this holiday season...

*This book can be read as a standalone, though readers will enjoy 
the additional details provided by the main series.

* This holiday sub-series is part of the main Men of Refuge Bay series, beginning with book 1, Nathan Unwrapped. Book 2, Zachary Undone, is slated for publication in early 2021.

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Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Blogtour: Limits and Stakes by Jacqueline Grey

Title: Limits and Stakes

Series: Suit of Harte's, Book Three

Author: Jacqueline Grey

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 12/21/2020

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 32500

Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, BDSM, Gay, Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Sensation Play, Professor/Student

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Professor Danny Stone doesn’t date students. Though the university does not forbid such relationships, he’d rather be safe than sorry, but with his sparkling blue eyes and silky blond hair, Christopher Owen is a temptation begging him to break the rules. He already bent them when he kissed Chris over winter break.

Spring break will be different. Danny’s plan is to spend the week at a BDSM club a few towns over. Playing with a sub or two who have no connection to his university will do him a world of good, and he can put Chris out of his mind.

But when the first sub that catches his eye turns out to be Christopher, Danny’s willpower is put to the ultimate test. Chris is brand new to the scene and feels safest with Danny. Will Danny be able to introduce him to the wonders of BDSM without crossing too many lines? Or will fate pull them together and show them sometimes rules are destined to be broken?

Thank you so much for having me here today. 

As we move from fall to winter, I have been looking at the fallen leaves on my lawn that will eventually be covered in snow, and I am a little sad to see them disappear so soon. I love autumn. I love the colors of the changing leaves and the crisp air of the season. I’ve always loved forests where I can be surrounded by colorful trees, and the thought of that made me think of hiking.

There are a few scenes in Limits and Stakes where Chris Owen and Daniel Stone go hiking. Their hikes are a little…intense, to say the least.

…He finished setting Chris’s clothing in place and turned away, heading toward a sign marking the beginning of a path.

The pressure from the ring, along with his already throbbing need, was overwhelming, and Chris had no idea how he’d walk, let alone hike.

“I’ll turn the vibrator back on if you don’t get a move on,” Stone warned.

Normally the idea of a vibrating plug would have thrilled Chris, but more stimulation at that moment would have killed him. He hurried as best he could after Stone, half waddling, half groaning from the sensation of his pants sliding over his tortured skin.

Stone pushed Chris ahead of him, obviously wanting to enjoy his submissive’s struggle as they hiked. At least it was an easy trail, but in Chris’s predicament, he was soon sweating bullets.

“How long are we hiking?” Chris panted.

“We have a couple of hours before sunset, so we can take our time.”

Chris wanted to fall to his knees and beg. He’d barely last a few more minutes, let alone a couple hours. Thankfully, Stone wasn’t done talking.

“We’ll come to our first rest stop just around the corner.”

“Oh, thank god,” Chris cried in relief.

“God has nothing to do with it. It’s me you should be thanking.”

Grateful wasn’t the emotion Chris wanted to express while his balls felt like melons between his legs.

A few years ago, my best match and I went on vacation to Colorado.  The initial inspiration was to go to the Dushanbe Teahouse for the Rocky Mountain Tea Festival. The festival was a lot of fun, and the teahouse is gorgeous, but it wasn’t enough to fill up a week’s vacation. So, after our weekend at the festival we traveled to Estes Park for some hiking. It was beautiful up in the mountains.  On one trail we stopped for a snack of fresh bread and dipping oil on a boulder that jutted out from the mountainside.  It gave us a beautiful view of the world below which accompanied the meal quite nicely.

“So, you like hiking?”

“I prefer it for exercise rather than a gym.”

“Are your hikes always so…intense?” Chris asked.

The other man smiled. “Sometimes.”

“I’ve never been one for hiking, but I can see myself getting into it now.”

“Not every hike has an orgasm attached.”

“I’ll only sign up for the ones that do.”

My best match often goes hiking. I am sad to say I am less motivated to do so even though there are trails around my home.  I need someone to get me out of the house or remind me that hiking is an option of something to do when I have free time. Plus, it’s always nice going hiking with someone else. I hope one day my best match and I will have another vacation where we can discover new trails and pretty views to snack at. Though I think we’ll leave the outdoor orgasms to Chris and Daniel.

Daniel nodded once. “Get some rest. We’ll go in the morning; then I’d like to take you on another hike.”

Chris smiled. “Will this be anything like the last one?”

“Not if you end up being bratty about it, it won’t. Go to sleep.”


Limits and Stakes
Jacqueline Grey © 2020
All Rights Reserved

It was spring break, and Daniel Stone was enjoying a full week of student-free days. Dressed head-to-toe in tight black leather and itching to play, Daniel entered the Lock & Key. The club wasn’t as big as the one he’d been a member of before moving to Georgia, and membership wasn’t as exclusive, but it was well-recommended, and the staff kept an eye out for the patrons. Most of the members seemed to be well-versed in the lifestyle as well, enough to give him the confidence that, if he were to play with someone, they would at least know what they were doing or say something if they didn’t.

The club was a sufficient distance from where he worked, so he didn’t have to worry about being spotted as a familiar face outside of the scene. A BDSM club in a college town was not where a professor wanted to be found, no matter how liberal the residents claimed to be. A five-hour drive and the expense of a hotel room for the week was a worthy price for freedom.

He ordered a bottle of water and scanned the crowd for potential company. A small group of men caught his eye. Two of the three he disregarded immediately, but the third, a lean blond in the skimpiest pair of leather shorts he’d ever seen, held his attention. He was unable to tear his gaze from all that pale skin or the way the leather hugged his perfectly round bottom.

The boy was obviously new to the scene. There was uncertainty in his movements, but he was doing his best to keep up the conversation. Daniel had full confidence the young man would succeed. Anyone brave enough to go out in public in shorts like those could hold a simple conversation.

When the group moved toward the bar, Daniel finally saw the young man’s face. He froze in surprise. Of the students crowding Georgia State University campus, he now faced the one he’d wanted to avoid the most, the one he wanted to forget. Against his better judgment, he intercepted the group.

“Chris,” he said.

Chris Owen looked up at him, startled. His eyes widened in recognition, and his mouth fell open.

“Pr—” He stopped himself just in time. “Mr. Stone.”

Monday, December 28, 2020

Audiobook Review: Boy Shattered by Eli Easton

You’ll make it out of here, Brian. I swear.
I had everything—school quarterback, popular with girls, and my dad was proud of me. I told myself it didn’t matter no one knew the real me. And then I nearly died. Landon saved my life. He’s the bravest guy I know. He came out a few years ago, proud and fierce, and he ran into gunfire to help others. Me, I’m a mess. Can’t even stand to be in a room with the curtains open. But here’s the thing about losing it all: You get a chance to start over and be someone new. Only how can I move on when the two shooters who attacked our school were never caught? And why do I feel like I’m still in the crosshairs?

Will you kiss me?
When I came across Brian Marshall,the hottest guy in school, dying on the cafeteria floor, I did what anyone would do. I tried to save him. His request surprised me, but I figured he needed comfort, so I kissed him on the forehead. When he survived and came back to school, he was broken in body and mind. He still needed me, and soon we were unlikely besties. But what I saw at school that day woke me up. I want to demand action on gun control, lead protests, raise my fist. I’ll tear the world down if I have to. And if I can get the man of my dreams and save the world at the same time? I’ll take it. Only I didn’t understand that the horror at Jefferson Waller High wasn’t over.

Karen's review:

‘Boy Shattered’ starts with a rather violent event…an event that sadly the world is all too familiar with…a school shooting. One that leaves over 40 people dead and several others injured. However, make no mistake ‘Boy Shattered’ isn’t about the actual event so much as it’s about the aftermath of the event.

Landon’s the young man who happens to be in the right place at the right time to keep Brian alive and while it didn’t take anything as dramatic as mass murder to bring these two men to each other’s attention, it was unfortunately the catalyst for their meeting.

The story takes up through the lives of Brian, Landon and their friends as they say good-bye to dear friends and try to find their way back to a feeling of safety and security and ultimately…a new normal.

Brian and Landon’s story was, to say the least, hopeful. Two young men surviving what no child should ever have to survive…but not only did they survive in their own way, they fought back.

Brian with his efforts to figure out who the shooters were…yes, one of my disappointments here was that to be quite honest the cops in this one were…potentially TSTL!!! I should never have been left for Brian to deal with catching a killer much less a potentially a killer who in my eyes was very much mentally unstable. But there you have it, folks…sadly another case of the system failing the victims.

Landon wants to be there for Brian, but he also wants to see reform enacted that will hopefully keep anyone else from going through what he and Landon endured. I honestly get where both of these men were coming from. Brian wanted to feel safe again and as long as the men who shot him and killed his fellow classmates were free to repeat their horrors…he’s not going to feel safe.

Landon wants a safer world for everyone…two objectives, both admirable.

As with most stories by Ms Easton, there’s a solid cast of supporting characters that helped to give depth and perspective to things. Did I love all of them…no, absolutely not. But there were also characters whom I adored but also who also gave such a touch of realism to the story.

Release Blitz: Kelpie Blue by Mell Eight


Title: Kelpie Blue

Series: Out of Underhill, Book One

Author: Mell Eight

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 01/04/2021

Heat Level: 2 - Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 49500

Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, disability, fairies/faes, magic users, shape-shifter, fantasy, romance

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When a beautiful blue horse asks Rin to go for a swim, Rin doesn’t realize how much his life is about to change. Blue is unlike anyone else Rin has ever met, and the magic of the fae, and of this particular kelpie, is wondrous, but deadly. Rin learns too late he might be in for a swim he won’t survive.


Kelpie Blue
Mell Eight © 2020
All Rights Reserved

Mama was a cowboy. Okay, technically she was a cowgirl, but that’s beside the point. She grew up in the South, with a capital S. Her childhood was full of Bible-thumping, cattle, and hay. There wasn’t much room for school, especially since she was a girl. Her job was to help around the farmhouse, milk the cows, get married, and have a brood of kids who would grow up to work the farm too.

But, like I said, Mama was a cowboy. She wore pants and rode horses. She skipped church to nurse a sick calf. She could milk the damned cows, cook, and clean, but she didn’t have to like it. Her parents tried to set her straight, but Mama would sneak out to play with the colts in the paddock instead of sewing with her girlfriends. She would go out to the movies or even drive to a club in the neighboring city with friends who had never heard that girls only ever wore full skirts.

There were girls like Mama who cropped up in farm families from time to time, and the general consensus was she’d grow out of it soon. It was childhood rebellion, and it would fade.

Then I appeared. No, not like magic—poof, suddenly there was a baby in Mama’s arms. At first, her Sunday dresses were a bit too tight, and then her jeans wouldn’t button. Babies were fine in the South, so long as there was a husband to go along with them. Mama didn’t even have a man offering to court her, let alone a boyfriend or a fiancĂ©. She had met a drifter, someone who came with the cows from Texas and was gone a few days later. There were men who thought Mama was beautiful despite her prickly personality and the baby growing inside, and they offered for her hand, thinking she couldn’t say no. Her parents were relieved—they could cover up the baby mistake with a quick wedding—but Mama always said no.

Her parents turned her out. Mama said she thought they were planning to set up a wedding anyway, so when she crawled back to them in desperation, they could tuck her firmly under their thumbs and end her rebellion forever. Instead, Mama hopped on the first train heading north and never looked back.

She worked as a waitress, saving every dime, until labor pains made her supervisor call an ambulance. Her tips were huge that day, enough that when she got out of the hospital, she could finally afford to buy an old farm left unoccupied for the last decade. The forest on part of the land was haunted, the locals told her, and people kept disappearing. No one would buy it; the bank practically gave it away to Mama for free.

Sunday, December 27, 2020

ARC Review: The Footman and I by Valerie Bowman

From the blurb:

Let the games begin...

Every fortune-hunting female in London is after the newly titled Earl of Kendall, but he’s intent on finding a wife whose heart is true. So, while drunkenly jesting with his friends in a pub one night, he has an idea—what if the ladies of the ton didn’t know he was a wealthy earl? All he has to do is pose as a servant at his friend’s summer country house party and make sure the guest list is full of beautiful, eligible debutantes. What could possibly go wrong?

May the best footman win.

Miss Frances Wharton is far more interested in fighting for the rights of the poor than in marriage, but her mother insists she attend a summer house party—and find herself a husband. Frances would rather wed a goat than the pompous man her mother has in mind, so in order to dissuade the would-be suitor, she vows to behave like a shrew. The only person she can be herself with is the kind, handsome footman she runs into at every turn. Their connection is undeniable, and the divide between them is no match for the passion they feel. But what will happen when Frances learns that the footman she adores is actually the earl she despises? In a game where everything is false, can they convince each other that their love is true?

Heather's rating: 

I really enjoy Valerie Bowman, and I liked The Footman and I, but the central plotline was so stressful and unbelievable for me that I rushed through it and didn't enjoy it as much as I was expecting.

You know when you are reading a story and you know there is deception afoot, and it's only a matter of time before the other shoe drops? I felt like I was waiting for the whole relationship to crash and burn for the entirety of the story. I mean, a relationship where one person is pretending to be someone completely different until almost the very end cannot end well.

Saturday, December 26, 2020

ARC Review: Witch Under Wraps by E.J. Russell

From the blurb:

When supernatural secrets collide, it’ll take more than coffee to brew the perfect love.

When Ky Hernández bonded with his familiar, Zuri, his life changed forever. Their connection turned him into a practicing witch and led him to his calling as a medimagical professional. However, it totally tanked his love life—what guy would settle for eternal second place behind a parrot? So Ky keeps his witchy nature under wraps and sticks to hookups with humans, which can never go anywhere. But the mouthwatering barista at the coffee shop next door makes him thirst for more than a caffeine fix.

The charms Ewan Jones uses to appear human are inconvenient, disorienting, and . . . necessary. Ewan and his siblings are achubyddion, metaphysical healers whose powers are coveted by unscrupulous supernatural beings. And let’s face it: all supes are unscrupulous, given the right incentive. He’s grateful for the protections that hide his little family, and for the barista job that keeps them housed and fed. He’s just so lonely. And his regular, Ky, the super-hot, commitment-averse EMT, seems like the perfect candidate for a one-night shot at intimacy. After all, humans are no threat.

It takes a clumsy coffee shop intern, a mysterious werewolf epidemic, and one snarky parrot to unravel their pasts—and give them a chance at a future.

Heather's rating: 


As the endless months of Covid rage on, I find myself being more and more difficult to please with my romance books. However, amidst my bookslump came Witch Under Wraps by E.J.Russell, and it totally charmed me.

As other reviewers mentioned, it helps a lot if you've read a few of E.J.Russell's other books, like the Supernatural Selection or Fae Out of Water series, as many of the characters repeat and it helps understand the world-building. However, I didn't read Howling on Hold before reading Witch Under Wraps and I had no problem following along.

Friday, December 25, 2020

Merry Christmas


From our homes to yours, we wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Blogtour: In the Winter Woods by Isabelle Adler

Title: In the Winter Woods

Author: Isabelle Adler

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: December 14, 2020

Heat Level: 1 - No Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 61800

Genre: Contemporary Holiday, LGBTQIA+, contemporary, romance, gay, bi, seasonal/holiday, Christmas, Vermont, writer, law enforcement, crime, crime procedure, mystery, small town, maple syrup

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Declan Kensington isn’t really in the mood for Christmas. His latest mystery book sales are tanking, his finances are in a dismal state, and his spirits are anything but festive. Perhaps spending the holidays alone at his family lakeside cabin in the small village of Maplewood, Vermont, will provide him much-needed peace and quiet. Then he might finally get to work on a new book and (hopefully) jumpstart his stalling writing career. 
When he starts receiving anonymous letters threatening him to leave, Declan realizes his solitary writer’s retreat isn’t at all what he bargained for. And if the threats aren’t enough, a killer strikes, casting Declan in the role of the most likely suspect. Now it’s up to him and the handsome local Public Safety Commissioner Curtis Monroe to find out the truth before Declan spends Christmas (and the rest of his life) in jail. But as dead bodies pile up and dark secrets are revealed beneath Maplewood’s picture-perfect facade, Declan’s heart may yet be in more danger than his life…


In the Winter Woods 
Isabelle Adler 
© 2020 All Rights Reserved

Dusk was beginning to settle by the time I arrived at the cabin. It looked much as it did when I was a child—a robust two-bedroom bungalow, situated about three hundred feet from the shoreline, which was almost concealed from view by the thick growth of pine, ash, and maple. A small deck with a couple of ancient Adirondack chairs faced the lake, and a narrow winding path led from it down to the water’s edge.

Everything was covered in a thin layer fresh snow, and I would have stopped to admire the lovely picture it presented were I not cold, tired, and hungry. Commissioner Monroe was right about the taillight, but I figured it was too late in the day to go looking for a car repair shop. It wasn’t as though I was going anywhere anytime soon; I could take care of it next time I was in town.

I glimpsed another house nestled between the trees a few hundred yards away, light coming out of a tiny window. It was situated farther away from the water than mine, and the forest was thicker around it, giving it more privacy. As a disgruntled teenager forced to endure what then had felt like pointless weekends away with my family, I hadn’t paid much heed to the neighbors, and now I couldn’t recall whose cabin that was. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to brave the hardships of rough living. Besides, I had to admit I was a little relieved at not being all alone in the woods at night.

I parked my Honda at the end of the driveway and hurried to get inside with my groceries. The lock was a little clunky, but thankfully, the key fit, and I let myself in. The damp, musty smell of a house long left unoccupied wafted in my face.

I switched the lights on and was greeted by the sight of the old plaid sofa and the brown rug in front of the fireplace, which was surrounded by tall bookcases. The worn spines beckoned to me like old friends from a simpler, happier time; I remembered reading them on the deck while Dad and Jenny were fishing.

Tears stung my eyes, and I blinked them away, even if there was no one here to see me cry. I had too much to do before I could let myself break down—like maybe getting the heat going. The officer hadn’t been kidding when he said it was freezing up here.

That was the trouble with rash decisions. I hadn’t let myself think about the practicalities of living in what essentially was a summer cottage and the small matter of a lack of central heating. But that was part of the reason I’d come, wasn’t it? To shake things up, get out of the rut, both personally and creatively. And if that meant chopping wood and shoveling the snow in the driveway, I was willing to give it the old college try.

Leaving the lights on, I brought the rest of my things from the car before it became truly dark outside. I’d left most of my stuff in storage and brought only what would fit into a large duffel bag. Looking at it now, I probably hadn’t packed nearly enough for a prolonged stay, but I didn’t need that many changes of clothes while being here on my own.

Coming up the driveway, I’d spotted a tarp-covered firewood rack right next to the cellar door, on the south wall. I flipped on the light on the deck for some illumination and slipped outside to get some kindling for the fireplace.

My breath came out in white puffs as I pulled out the bits of wood, struggling to balance them in my arms. To distract myself from the cold creeping beneath the layers of my clothing, I turned my thoughts to my next project. If I was here to restart my career, I might as well jump right at it.

My dashing detective, Owen Graves, was losing steam. My agent had been increasingly blunt about it, and even if she hadn’t been, my recent royalty statements painted a rather unequivocal picture. Maybe there was some way I could inject new life into the series. Send Owen on a mad adventure abroad to partake in a political plot of global proportions, James Bond-style? Break his heart and have him find a new romance while exposing a government cover-up?

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Blogtour: The Gift Counselor by Sheila M. Cronin


The Gift Counselor
Gift Counselor Book 1
by Sheila M. Cronin
Genre: Holiday Romance

Do all gifts have strings attached?

Yes, believes Jonquil Bloom and she intends to prove it. She's a psychologist who uses her skills in a department store to help shoppers of all ages become good gift givers. Yet, her ten-year-old son wants a dog she won’t let him have.

Enter the handsome bachelor who is ready to settle down.

A timeless mix of romance, family drama, psychological and inspirational breakthroughs, all served with humor, this story will warm your heart year round. Winner of Beverly Hills Book Award, shortlisted for the UK Wishing Shelf Book Award.

The Gift Counselor is suitable for young adults. Book club recommended.

**Only .99 cents!! **


Monday, December 1st

JONQUIL HAD JUST sat down to her desk at Children’s Home when she heard a faint tap on her door. Two things occurred to her at once: the Coles kid was standing outside her door and he was being discharged that morning.

It’s open!” she called out brightly.

The Coles kid negotiated the entire visit in under nine seconds, barely making eye contact and stuttering in that adolescent twang of his. “M-Ms. Bloom, th-thanks f-for helping m-me. I m-m-made this f-for you.”

He dropped something into her lap. Then, before she could react, he bolted out the door, the squishy sounds of his sneakers echoing down the linoleum corridor.

Left to make the discovery in private, she held the object up to the light. It was one of his woodcarvings made in art therapy, she surmised. Roughly four inches long, it appeared to be a crude rendering of a reclining Irish Setter. Pet dog? She couldn’t recall him ever mentioning one, so she examined the piece more closely as her analytical skills kicked into gear. Why a setter? Why the literal pose? Could this be a good omen, another sign of his passivity or—

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Blogtour: A Romance for Christmas by Kayelle Allen


A Romance for Christmas
by Kayelle Allen
Genre: Sweet Holiday Romance

A sweet holiday romance showcasing love, loss, and the spirit of giving.

Can you fall in love again when the love of your life has gone?

On Christmas Eve, the love of Dara's life passed away in a tragic accident, leaving Dara with their three-year-old daughter. Though insurance paid for the basics, there wasn't much left. Now it's Christmas Eve again, there's no money for a tree, and everything Dara loves has been sold to survive.

A knock on the door reveals a cop, with a gift that will change her entire life.

A romance full of hope, so sweet there's not even a kiss...

**Only .99 cents!!**


"Mommy?" Christine's young voice broke in on her thoughts. 

Dara put down the romance she'd been re-reading, the favorite she'd had since she was sixteen. She'd sold all her others at a yard sale the previous week. "What is it, sweetie?" 

"Why don't we has a real tree for Chribmas?" 

"Why don't we 'have'," she corrected. "Come sit by me." Dara patted the couch and tucked her chenille robe closer around her. 

One arm around Matilda, her cloth doll, Christine climbed up beside her mother and cuddled. 

Matilda's going to need stuffing before long. Her head flopped forward, face against her flat chest. When did the lace on her dress get so ragged? Dara smoothed the doll's dress. "Remember when Daddy went home to heaven before Christmas last year?" 

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