A Curvy Holiday Anthology
Release Date: December 3, 2019
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Photography: CW3 Designs & Photography/Claudia Bost
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A Curvy Christmas is a compilation of eleven stories brought to you by eleven amazing authors. The characters in these stories aren’t your typical heroes and heroines. These characters are sexy, curvaceous women and men and the people that love them! 

 

Come join us for wildly fun, sexy, and inspirational holiday stories! 

 

Royalties from this anthology will be donated to The National Council on Child Abuse and Family Violence. To find out more about the charity, visit their website.

 

 

 

Sandra Daniels

 

Sandra Daniels is a small business owner, mother of three grown sons, and the wife of a Sheriff’s Deputy. She also just so happens to lead a double life as a writer of the books she loves to read—stories with relatable characters, humor, angst, hot sex, and just enough mayhem thrown in to make things interesting. And she manages to do it all with just a touch of southern flair. 

 

When she’s not writing, she loves reading, watching SEC football, lunching with friends, and spending time with her family—that is when she’s not chasing after the family’s chocolate lab, Rosco, who generally has one of her shoes. 

 

Lulu M Sylvian 

 

Bio-engineered to be the only redhead in a generation of blonds, Lulu feels that “aliens” may actually be the best answer for a lifetime of being asked, “Where did you get that red hair from?”
She did not come into writing from years of scribbling words on paper. Her background is rooted in visual arts and making pictures. Encouraged to make those pictures out of words Lulu began writing just to see what would happen. What happened was two full-length manuscripts in three months.
Lulu cannot ride a horse, a motorcycle, spin a hula hoop, or play roller derby. Yes, she has attempted all of those, even if it has been decades since she’s been on a horse or a motorcycle. She embraces the crazy that comes with that one little genetic mutation and attempts to live up to the reputation that proceeds her. Lulu would like to apologize for her contribution to the hole in the ozone layer from her use of hairspray in the 1980’s.

 

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Barb Shuler 

 

Barb is a Carolina Girl by right and a Texan by birth. By day she’s a desk jockey for a rural transportation company and a book lover – reading through as many books as she can. At night, though, she turns into her alter ego, a writer. Cape, optional, depending on her mood.
Her stories are a mix of real life events, her own personal experiences, the crazy workings of her imagination, and the imaginations of her best friends. And with their imaginations together, it can get a bit nutty at times. Barb writes in multiple genres, encounters new adventures, creates new worlds and has a fantastic time breathing life into new stories. Creating something she hopes inspires anyone who reads them to fall in love with them as much as she has.
Barb lives by one little rule, tomorrow is never guaranteed so make sure you live each day to its fullest.

 

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Sarah L Roth

 

Just a Long Island girl living in a Southern world…..
20 years ago, a Jew moved from the comfort of her Long Island home for parts unknown of South Carolina. She had to learn and adapt to the ways of the South, real quick like. For years, she was on a quest for Northern goodies in a Southern town. The journey for the proper bagel and the perfect NYC pizza always eluded her. The ever-loving theater geek, she craved the bright lights of the big city and planned to return some day. All her plans changed when she attempted to settle down. The “Experiments” came exactly five years apart (one boy and one girl) and both are every bit as eclectic as she. Boy Experiment sings The Beastie Boys and Taylor Swift on demand, while Girl Experiment shouts “Where is Thumpkin” with gusto of a head-banging Metal God.
Once adapted, she made a life with her B.A. in Theatre Performance in hand, and continued to find balance between Faith and the delights of slower Southern living. Now fluent in “Bless your hearts” and understanding the importance of pearl-clutching, she visits the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple, but loves coming home to her children. Her family humors her and the kids enjoy her antics.  

 

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R. S. James

 

An up and coming contemporary romance author and avid reader. A mother of two active kids who keep this sports mom hopping from one event to the next and practice in there also! A wife to a hunter and fisherman who enjoys spending time with our family and friends. I’m a big believer in family and I love being a sister,aunt,daughter,mother. I love to sit on the porch while talking with my friends. The voices of my characters demanded that their stories come to life so here I am letting you in on the going ins and outside of my mind. 

 

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Lindsey Taylor

 

Being a mother of two, wife and full time employee, Lindsey still manages to find time to write. She is passionate about all genres of writing, earning her BA in Journalism and MFA is Creative writing and English. She has been published in many newspapers and magazines nationwide, as well as blogs and online mediums. Lindsey has also been published with Pulse Publishing for her debut fiction novel, The Novel Within. She has also been a part of two anthologies.  Lindsey is currently working on her second fiction manuscript, a poetry memoir and another anthology.

 

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Ree L Diehl

 

Ree L. Diehl was born on a misty morning in the mind of a multi-genre author who wanted to pen erotica but put her own stamp on it.  The result was the Unbillable Hours Series, serving up erotica with a dash of romantic comedy. The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor is the first in a series of standalone erotic stories where the best things happen off the clock.  Reviewer: Ree L. Diehl mixes the perfect combo of sizzle, plot & a touch of humor to make the reader want more! 

 

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Nia Farrell

 

Nia Farrell is the award-winning author of one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016, a four-times Golden Flogger Finalist, and a founding member of the Wicked Pens.  She writes hot sex and happy endings in multiple genres and subgenres, including BDSM, ménage (MFM and MMF), paranormal, MC (motorcycle club), and Mafia. Regardless of genre, ultimately, her books are about the healing power of love.

 

Nia writes erotic romance as Nia Farrell, historical romance as Erinn Ellender Quinn (the Ellender is a family name), and erotica/romantic comedy as Ree L. Diehl.  Her three pen names share a webpage at http://niafarrell.wordpress.com, where you can view slideshows of tantalizing teasers and read steamy excerpts. As one reviewer put it, “If you love sensual, emotional and powerful romance with a definite D/s dynamic, you should be reading Author Nia Farrell.”

 

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Courtney Lynn Rose

 

Courtney grew up in Baltimore and is pretty sure she threw her ability to give a f**k into the Inner Harbor long before high school. Like almost every writer on the planet, she started writing at a very young age. Her “way with words” led to her being the go-to person for writing funeral speeches for a long time. She tried poetry during that typical teenage phase when, like most, she thought it was her sole purpose to contemplate the existence of life and love and all the other things she thought she knew about.

 

For fourteen years she left the writing world behind and worked full-time as a paranormal investigator and demonologist until retiring in 2014. During that time, she had three children, earned degrees in Abnormal Psychology, Criminal Justice, and English Literature, and eventually got back to writing. While all things paranormal will always be Courtney’s heart and soul, closing the door on that career opened up a plethora of ways to use that knowledge and experience to scare the hell out of people through her writing and public talks.

 

Today, she lives in East Tennessee with her children and spends a majority of her time writing things that make people smile while cutting their emotions deep, and running her own professional editing company— Full Bloom Editorial. Courtney is also proud to be the Acquisitions Editor for the small press publisher, Knox Publishing, LLC.
Her novels pull from life and bring to light the things she holds fiercely in her DNA— abuse and addiction survival, domestic violence, and above all, the notion and belief that love, loyalty, and friendship are the bonds which hold every relationship together. Courtney also dabbles in the world of cover modeling and is honored and humbled by every cover she’s asked to be on for her fellow authors.

 

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Alexis R Craig

 

Author Alexis Craig resides on 10 acres of wooded wonderland in rural North Carolina with her soulmate, who understands her little quirks.  She enjoys reading, hiking, coffee shops, and spending time with her husband. She writes all forms of romance… from sweet to super steamy. 

 

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Nicole Garcia

 

N.Y. Times Bestselling author Nicole Garcia has a degree in Nursing but has been a stay at home mom for the past 10 years. Her passion is reading and decided to make a career out of sharing her love for books. Nicole started writing poetry when she was just a little girl and had always loved the feeling it gave her. She now writes full-time. Currently, she writes steamy Contemporary and Paranormal Romance but plans to write other genres in the future. Hope you will join her in all the fun ahead. 

 

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Today is release day for Retreat, Anne Conley’s latest.  It’s actually the first in a new series, Rocco Securities, a spin off of Pierce Securities.  So if you love her Pierce Boys, wait until you meet the Rocco team!

Introducing, Rocco Securities:
When their vacation turns into another crime to solve, Evan and Jordan Rocco jump on the case. With the bad guys locked away, they’re ready to head home. Then, the unthinkable happens, forcing them to make a decision.
The brothers have struck out on their own—new team, new office, new city.
Join the Pierce Securities men as they write a new chapter in their lives: Rocco Securities.
Retreat, Book One (Special release week sale price of .99!)
Indie lives in hell.  Her life is nothing like she expected it to be, so when Evan Rocco and his wife Paige offer to take her away for a while, she jumps at the chance.
Montana is just what she needs:  mountains, streams, wide-open spaces … and Cash.
Cash’s life isn’t anything like he’d planned … until Indie shows up at the ranch where he works.
There’s something about her that tugs at his protective instincts, and he simply can’t resist her.
Unfortunately, finding each other doesn’t mean life is going to go the way they expect it to.
This book has triggers.  Lots of them.  That’s your warning.

 

Excerpt (without the triggers):

Indie awoke to sunlight streaming through the rafters and a rough horse blanket tucked over her. She was still in the corner of the stall, covered in kittens. The mama cat sat in the corner opposite her looking with lowered lids as if to say, “What the hell do you think you’re doing with my babies all over you?”
She’d slept here. In a barn. All fucking night.
“Indie!” Evan called from the yard.
If she’d slept out here all night, they were probably worried about her. She gingerly stood, trying to replace the kittens without dumping them, creating a raucous chorus of mewls.
Her back and neck were stiffer than she’d ever felt before, but even with that, she felt amazing. Maybe it was sleeping in the outside air? Under moonlight? No blue screens? No TV in the background?
She didn’t know, but Indie suddenly didn’t feel like Montana for a month was a mistake.
Indie managed to make it out into the sunlight, still holding the horse blanket.
Folding it, she called out, “I’m over here, Evan. Sorry.”
Evan trotted to the barn entrance, and she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing over, she saw Cash and the horse in the round pen next to the barn. He watched her closely but didn’t say anything.
“How long have you been out here? When did you wake up?”
She shrugged, not sure if she wanted to admit she’d spent all night there. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I was exploring and found some kittens.”
Evan grinned, relief written all over his face. “Kittens are good medicine. You want some breakfast? Mom and Flo have cooked enough food to feed a million people.”
“I’ll be inside in a minute.” Indie didn’t relish the thought of that many people around a table, not this early in the morning.
“Hey, I get it. This place can be overwhelming. Just let me know what I can do to help, okay?” He touched her shoulder but knew she didn’t like to be touched, so Indie was grateful it was just a graze. Evan was good at reading her and never touched her more than necessary. Paige was the same way. “The ladies are going to be canning later this afternoon. If you’d like to see how pickles are made, you’re more than welcome to join in.” His smile dropped. “No pressure, Indie, but don’t disappear again. I don’t have the Wi-Fi to enable your tracking device.”
She blanched. “You have a tracker on me?” His answering grin revealed he was joking. “Sorry. That was stupid.”
“Not stupid. It was a joke. I do that sometimes. You’ll like them. I promise.” With a wave to Cash, Evan trotted back to the house.
“Indie?” A low, deep voice came from her side, where Cash suddenly stood, blocking the low-slung sun as it ascended into the sky.
She involuntarily took a step back from the massive man. “Yeah?”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to—” he began, his hands absently curling a rope between strong fingers. “Um, did you sleep well in the barn?”
He tugged the loops of rope in his hands, and Indie reminded herself it was a tool for him, not a sadistic thing. Not every man she met was him, and this guy was not about to tie her to anything.
She swallowed as his question filtered through the terror in her veins. “How did you know?” The words came out a choked whisper.
He motioned to the horse blanket she clutched to her chest, a barrier against the world. “You were in there when I came home, and I put that on you.” His low chuckle filled her tummy with lava, uncomfortable yet enticing. “You were still there when I came in to work this morning.”
She looked up to see his lips quirked into a small smile. It was a nice smile. His mouth was a bit too large by conventional standards, but nice lips, a dimple in one cheek, great teeth. Indie had yet to see his eyes—he had his back to the sun and the wide brim of his hat pulled low, but she imagined they were dark like him.
“Oh. Yeah. I did. Surprisingly so.” Her words didn’t work around this guy, but she spilled them out anyway. “Something about the barn was comforting to me last night. I didn’t mean to sleep there. I was just playing with the kittens. There was too much noise inside. Too many people.” Her fragmented thoughts vocalized themselves, and to her mortification, his smile got bigger.
“Definitely too many people. I get that. If you want, there’s a cot in the bunkhouse I can set up in that stall so you can sleep there more.”
Cash shuffled his feet, and when she looked up at him, all she saw was hat as he dipped his head to watch his feet. Was he shy around her?
“Uh, I don’t think I should make a habit of it.” Even if she wanted to. She’d slept better last night than she had in months. But the idea of people knowing she was sleeping in the barn kind of took away the anonymity of being there, which Indie thought had helped things.
Cash took a step toward her, invading her space as he lifted his hand to her hair. Indie froze as his scent overwhelmed her. Jesus Christ, did a man have to smell so good? Her body heated as the aromas of leather, some sort of body wash, and earthy man filled her. When he touched her hair, she flinched, but he didn’t move, continuing his assault on her senses. He twirled a piece of her hair with his fingers, and she stared at his chest covered in a long-sleeved button-down shirt with pearl snaps. It was worn at the cuffs and frayed at the collar, and yet another piece of evidence of how real cowboys wore clothes.
She closed her eyes and inhaled, trying to still her spinning thoughts as this man’s presence quickly stunned and frightened her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she inadvertently took another step back, hitting the side of the barn door with her shoulder.
“You have hay in your hair,” he muttered, holding up a clump of the offending material.
Her hands immediately flew to her head. “Crap. Of course, I do.” She started running her fingers through her hair, trying to remove as much as she could before she went inside.
“You want me to distract them all while you sneak in the back?”
She looked up at him. “Would you?” She had no idea how to explain the bed was too bed-like for her to sleep in it and she’d spent her first night outside at these accommodating people’s house.
“No worries. They’re overwhelming on a good day. I get it.” He started to reach for her again, but she shied away, so he spun around. “Come on.”
His long legs took them around the back of the house to a door nestled in the corner between some giant flowering shrubs. He opened the door and let her in.
“I hope you made me some gravy to go with those biscuits, Ma!” he hollered before gesturing to some stairs she hadn’t seen. “These go up to the second floor, the opposite end of where your room probably is.”
“Thanks.”
But he’d already strode through the mudroom and to wherever the door led, so she followed his directions and made it to her room.

 

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And great news!  Audio books are happening!  The first two stories, Craze and Wire, are already in audio, and Click is in the works as we speak.  Anne has a tenth book in the series coming in a few months, so in the meanwhile, check in on the Roccos and see what they’re up to.
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has five romance series and one in the works. Stories of Serendipity explores real people living real lives in small-town Texas. The Four Winds chronicles God’s four closest archangels—Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael—falling in love and becoming human. Pierce Securities is comprised of nine books that follow a crew of misfits who come together to fight crime and also find love along the way. The Book B!tches is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas, who get into all sorts of shenanigans while trying to dodge the serial killer targeting the town. Playing with Fire is filled with sizzling-hot firemen and plenty of suspense and mystery with an arsonist on the loose. Rocco Securities, a Pierce Securities spinoff, is coming soon.
 
She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
 
Pierce Securities Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/MenOfPierceSecurities/

 

Haunted Raine

Author: R.E. Hargrave

Narrator: Penny McPherson

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Length: 1.3 hours

Distracted by the everyday routine of raising children, being a wife, and keeping a home, Lorraine Morrissey let life pass her by. Her wake up call comes when she realizes that with their children gone, her husband Richard is rarely home, and she’s filling her solitary days with trivial tasks. A crazy idea to save her marriage leads to a summer beach vacation unlike any she’s ever taken; one that involves unknowingly buying a haunted house.
“This is a terrific story that pulls you right in. Great characters.”
“This was certainly not what I expected. I absolutely loved it.”
“The whole story was skillfully told in so few words and it was a really good one.”
 
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Also available in audio… by R.E. Hargrave 

 

 

 

Today is the official cover reveal for Anne Conley’s newest series!  Wait until you guys sink your teeth into these bad boys.

Did I mention most of them are cowboys?

Retreat, Book #1 of Rocco Securities
By: Anne Conley
Edited by: Beyond DEF
Cover design: Book Wiz
Photographer: Jeffrey Roberson
AND INTRODUCING Model: Griffen Jones
When their vacation turns into another crime to solve, Evan and Jordan Rocco jump on the case. With the bad guys locked away, they’re ready to head home. Then, the unthinkable happens, forcing them to make a decision.
The brothers have struck out on their own—new team, new office, new city.
Join the Pierce Securities men as they write a new chapter in their lives: Rocco Securities.
Indie lives in hell.  Her life is nothing like she expected it to be, so when Evan Rocco and his wife Paige offer to take her away for a while, she jumps at the chance.
Montana is just what she needs:  mountains, streams, wide-open spaces … and Cash.
Cash’s life isn’t anything like he’d planned … until Indie shows up at the ranch where he works.  There’s something about her that tugs at his protective instincts, and he simply can’t resist her.
Unfortunately, finding each other doesn’t mean life is going to go the way they expect it to.
Preorder your copy today at the special price of .99!
Ain’t it pretty?  Just wait for release day.  Anne will have a HUGE announcement on that day, and you’re not going to want to miss it!  Sign up for her newsletter, HERE to get all the news.
About Anne: Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has five romance series and one in the works. Stories of Serendipity explores real people living real lives in small-town Texas. The Four Winds chronicles God’s four closest archangels—Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael—falling in love and becoming human. Pierce Securities is comprised of nine books that follow a crew of misfits who come together to fight crime and also find love along the way. The Book B!tches is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas, who get into all sorts of shenanigans while trying to dodge the serial killer targeting the town. Playing with Fire is filled with sizzling-hot firemen and plenty of suspense and mystery with an arsonist on the loose. Rocco Securities, a Pierce Securities spinoff, is coming soon.
 
She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
 
Pierce Securities Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/MenOfPierceSecurities/

 

 

Hunt for Love is LIVE!!!  The Book B!tches, book #3 is HERE!
A haunted town. A murder mystery. The find of the century. 
Kristie Hunt has it all: her dream job, a fiancé she loves, and her b!tches to keep her sane. The ongoing mysteries of Mystic have forced her to push her job to the back burner. When her life flips upside down, Kristie snaps. Thankfully, there’s somebody to help hold her together.
Jessie Burgess has come to Mystic to translate a diary Kristie found. It’s the discovery of a lifetime and will help lend him legitimacy in a family that has become a cliché. Of course, the sexy blond goddess in charge of the exhibit isn’t hard to look at, and he doesn’t mind being the shoulder Kristie leans on while she sorts out the mess with her ex.
They’re just messing around—Kristie’s come off something serious, and Jessie’s not looking for another woman to try to change him—but when Kristie’s life is targeted, he realizes how much he truly cares for her.
Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.
Here’s an excerpt, for you reading pleasure!
“Comanche regard valor and bravery above all else. When we see something we want, we take it, and we fight like hell to keep it.”
The intensity in his eyes as he spoke those words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, leaving a pool of heat in her panties. She crossed her legs and ignored the tingles erupting across her skin as his eyes continued flashing at her.
Kristie could read into his words but decided not to. She chose to believe he was speaking about the woman who’d written the journal and the man who’d taken her. She didn’t want to believe that Jesse had seen her, wanted her, and was going to fight like hell to keep her. That would complicate things. A lot.
Kristie swallowed against the rising lust in her throat. Feeling awkward, she shifted in her seat, touching his thigh. A self-satisfied smile flickered across his features and he lowered his head.
“Well, did you get anything translated last night?” Eager to change the subject, she watched him shuffle some sheets of paper.
Ignoring the brush of his hand against hers, she took the proffered papers as he pulled a pair of glasses from his satchel. He read aloud from the document and paused to transpose it onto his laptop.
Okay, Jesse in glasses? She was doomed. Truly doomed. She desperately tried to come up with a reason not to launch herself at this man and finally managed to remember Shane coming out of the room where he’d fucked his secretary at a funeral.
But the glasses. And the biceps. And the long, dark hair. And the air of power.
Jesse was talking to himself. And it was wholly distracting.
The words were a husky murmur in a language of harsh consonants and excessive grunting. Coming from Jesse, it was pure eroticism washing over her skin and leaving her flushed.
Holy shit. She honestly didn’t see how she was supposed to actually work like this.
Swallowing and hoping her words weren’t about to sound rude, she cleared her throat. “Do you have to read it aloud?”
His eyes twinkled. Did he know his voice reading in Comanche was disintegrating her panties?
“You said it yourself. This woman isn’t Comanche. Our alphabet only has eighteen letters in it, and some of those aren’t in the English alphabet at all. So yes, I do have to read it out loud to hear it and know what I’m saying. Is it a problem? I can work in another room if it would be easier for you to read.”
His eyebrows rose. He was offering to take his laptop and the book and go elsewhere so she could read in his room in peace?
“No. That’s all right.”
Dropping her eyes to the pages, Kristie forced herself to focus on the printed paper in front of her and not his delicious voice. In time, the Comanche murmur was a pleasant backdrop and added a flair of authenticity to the diary.
 
 
If you haven’t read this series, jump on it now!  The first in the series, Power of Love is FREE for a limited time:  http://bit.ly/2Z5jPNa 
 
Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.
Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving. She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors. Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. And then there’s the handyman.
Linc Ward holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package which is built for nothing short of sin.
Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con. Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa? Probably not.
They are both looking for a new start in life. Will they be able to find it together? Or will something sinister keep them apart?
 
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A captivating contemporary gothic romance…
Mystic, Texas has a serial killer on the loose, and Tiffany appears to be on his list.
 
After the loss of her husband, Tiffany Masters finds herself in Mystic, a town with a past more haunted than hers. The local book club, The Book B!tches, gives her the courage to be herself without worrying about adult things, like bills, parenting, and supper. However, her new boss may be more than she can handle.
Nick takes pride in his business. Being the only bar owner in town has its challenges, the biggest being his new employee. Tiffany’s a fireball–sexy as hell, with a temper to match–and off-limits. She’s got kids; he’s been there, done that, didn’t care to get the t-shirt. But she brings out buried urges in him he doesn’t know how to deal with.
When their heated attraction sparks a spat, the sheriff gives them an ultimatum: settle their shit or go to jail. He’s got a crime to solve–a woman’s dead, Wren’s still missing, and there’s another possible victim.
**Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.**

 

“The more I get of Mystic, the more I want!!”- Tami Czenkus, Amazon Review
 
 
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About Anne Conley:
 
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
 
Currently, she has five romance series.  Playing with Fire explores the trials and tribulations of a small team of fire fighters in the fictional mountain town of Pamona Gulch. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, Jordan, Hollerman, and Simon. Her favorite series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human.
Website/newsletter/blog: www.anneconley.com
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New Release!  This one was inspired by Hurricane Harvey, and is dedicated to all the  first responders who dropped everythingjobs, family-life, missed vacationsand drove to Houston with a flat-botttom boat, and cases of water to get the people out of rising flood waters.  

One woman in hiding. A man desperate to escape his future. A union that can’t ever happen.

A bad girl meets a good guy who is just trying to do the right thing.

Dawn takes jobs—the jobs people need done, but don’t want to get their hands dirty with—because she’s good. But this job may be her last. She not sure if she’ll survive it.

Jackson is reluctant to fit into his father’s mold. The Mayor’s son, he’s ready to live his life on his own terms, but it seems his life is already laid out for him.

When he rescues her from a “job” in the middle of a hurricane wracking their fair city, the two paths collide.

And the consequences could be dire.

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Excerpt:

Her first thought was of his proposition. She couldn’t imagine what he would want, except sex. She wasn’t immune to his charms in that regard, but Dawn repeated her earlier thoughts to herself. He wouldn’t want just sex. He looked like the sort to dissect things, talk about feelings, put labels on what they were and shit. She wasn’t the sort who did that type of thing. Not anymore.
Her second thought was all about the creature comforts. She hadn’t brushed her teeth, needed a shower, and if she ever wore this fucking body suit again, it would be too soon. Dawn needed clean underwear in the worst way, and her bed screamed at her from where it sat across town.
And she wanted to look at the laptop that had Twitch so fired up.
She sighed, and Jackson’s gaze snapped to hers. “You said you lived by Freed Park?”
She nodded, just now starting her pancakes. The buttery, syrupy batter melted on her tongue, and she let out a small moan. Jackson stared at her with a stark heat in his eyes that had her swallowing hard.
“It’s all underwater over there. Like, a ton of water.”
She ate another bite, shoveling it down because it tasted amazing. She honestly wasn’t hungry but didn’t know when she would get another chance to eat a meal cooked this well. Breakfast might be all the people got. She could be relegated to granola bars, or worse, the rest of the day.
She was smart enough to know not to turn down perfectly good food.
So Dawn ignored him and cleaned her plate, letting out a soft belch when she was finished before pushing the plate away. Jackson picked it up and threw it in the trash in the corner before coming back to sit in the seat next to her. The air thickened between them, and he tugged her chair closer to him, placing her between his knees. He leaned down so they shared the same air. It was totally unnecessary in the largish space of the room that only held the two of them, but she allowed it.
Reveled in it, actually.
She could see his greenish-gray eyes in the light of the morning. At night, they had glittered in the darkness, but she hadn’t been able to tell what color they were.
Dawn was hopelessly lost in them. His sandy-blond hair was cut short on the sides, still standing up on the top of his head, but it had been tamed a bit since last night. And his breath smelled slightly minty.
Son of a bitch had found a toothbrush.
“I think I can use you,” he said, breaking the pregnant silence with words that held a double entendre she couldn’t not laugh at. He blushed, and it was cuter than she cared to admit. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Okay. I do need you, but not the way that came out.”
She sighed, angry at her curiosity for rearing its head. She just knew she was going to get in too deep with this guy. Dawn could feel it in her gut.
 
About the author:
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.
Currently, she has five romance series.  Playing with Fire explores the trials and tribulations of a small team of fire fighters in the fictional mountain town of Pamona Gulch. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, Jordan, Hollerman, and Simon. Her favorite series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human.



 

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