#GuestPost Meet the Character Day: Chatting with Luther from “Loving a Wild Stranger” by Kelli A. Wilkins

This “Meet the Character Day” blog is part of a series examining my romance novels. In each “Behind the Scenes” blog, I talk about why I wrote the book, share my thoughts on the plot and/or characters, and reveal what I loved most (or least) about writing the book. The “Meet the Character Day” blogs are fun chats with the heroes and heroines from my romances. Warning: blogs may contain spoilers.
Loving a Wild Stranger

Please give a warm welcome to Luther Dubois from Loving a Wild Stranger, a historical romance by Kelli A. Wilkins. Today we sit down and see what makes Luther tick.

 What was your life like before your author started pulling your strings?

Well, as readers may know, I live in a cabin in the Michigan Territory. Up until I met Michelle, my world was pretty much centered on tending to my daily chores, hunting, trapping, and staying alive. The lifestyle I lead isn’t easy, and my greatest challenges include what most modern, civilized folks take for granted: food, water, and shelter.

I lived alone for several years and learned to adapt to the harsh conditions. When Michelle became my wife, she had a hard time adjusting. She’s from a very wealthy family in New York and was used to a fancy house with lots of luxuries. When she came out west, she wasn’t prepared for life in the wilderness and had to learn a whole new way of living.

Please tell us about your first-meet with Michelle.

I thought she was pretty, and vulnerable. I felt sorry for her because she was all alone in a strange place, and she seemed lost. I was thrilled when she told me she was my mail order bride. I’d been waiting for one for so long, that I couldn’t believe she had finally arrived.

Michelle is a beautiful lady and I was honored that she’d be coming home with me. Of course, once we got back to my cabin, things didn’t go the way I had imagined… Michelle wasn’t expecting to live in a secluded cabin in the woods with a stranger and that made her nervous and a bit annoyed… We got into an argument and I wasn’t sure things would ever work out between us.

We really got off to a bad start… If you’ve read the book, you know we had our ups and downs, and it took a while for us to learn how to get along.

What’s the one trait you like most about yourself?
I’m reliable. I take my responsibilities seriously, and I know how important it is to be prepared for anything. But I also have a good sense of humor and like to have fun.

What do you like least about yourself?

Sometimes I’m very stubborn, and that’s gotten me into a few bad situations.

What are some of your favorite things to do to pass the time?

I enjoy being outside as much as possible, so my favorite things are hiking in the woods, swimming in the lake, or admiring a spectacular sunrise. I’m part Ojibwa, and I have a great respect for nature and the environment.

What is it about Michelle that makes you crazy in a good way?

How many can I choose? (Laughs.) Michelle has been making me crazy from the minute I met her and brought her to my cabin.

At first, it wasn’t always ‘crazy’ in the good way, but I’ve come to love her, quirks and all. She’s stubborn and opinionated and likes to do things her own way—until someone can explain ‘why’ she shouldn’t. Although at times that makes me crazy, I admire her.

She’s a strong woman who has overcome a lot of obstacles, and yet she also has a very passionate, feminine side that drives me crazy in a very good, but very naughty, way!

Do you sometimes want to strangle your writer for the things she makes you do?

On one hand, yes, absolutely! My life would be so much easier and less complicated if Kelli hadn’t dropped one bad thing after another on me. I’ve had troubles with the local townspeople, I’ve been in jail, gotten into fights, nearly lost Michelle twice, had conflicts with my family, and I was almost killed by a bear and a raging psycho. Thanks, Kelli!

Although Kelli always gets me out of these messes, it would be nice if things were easy once in a while. However, I have to thank her. If it weren’t for Kelli bringing Michelle and me together, my life would be very lonely.

Favorite food?
I’d say venison (or rabbit) with wild rice. Living in the wilderness doesn’t offer a lot of exotic food choices.

Describe yourself in four words.

Loyal, honest, passionate, and caring.

What do you do for a living?

I’m a trapper and trader, and I make my living selling pelts and skins. I also make furniture and do wood carvings.

What do you fear the most?

One of my biggest fears is losing Michelle. I already nearly lost her twice and she’s very precious to me. I also sometimes fear that something could happen to me—and then I wonder, what would happen to Michelle? But now that I’ve reconnected with my family, I have their support, and I know that Michelle and I are going to be just fine for many years to come.

Tell us a little something about your author. Where can readers find her website/blog?

Kelli asked me to tell readers that she is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 20 romance novels, 5 horror ebooks, and 7 non-fiction books. She just released two new mysteries: More Than I Bargained For and Silent Sentinel.

She says readers can visit her website www.KelliWilkins.com to learn more about all of her writings.

I can’t wait to read all of her historical romances. I want to see what other interesting characters she has written about and follow their adventures.

Thank you for letting me chat here today. I hope everyone reads Loving a Wild Stranger and all of Kelli’s other romances. If you missed any blog in this series, you can catch up here: https://www.kelliwilkins.com/blog


Here’s the book summary and links…

Loving a Wild Stranger

A woman running from her past… straight into the arms of an untamed man

In a moment of desperation, Kathleen Stanton flees her pampered life in Kingston, New York and ends up stranded in a small town in the Michigan Territory. Out of money and forced to rely on her instincts, she impersonates a handsome stranger’s mail-order bride.

Committed to her deception, Kathleen calls herself Michelle and starts her new life with Luther in an isolated cabin in the wilderness. Luther can’t believe his luck when his beautiful bride arrives, but something doesn’t feel right about his new wife. Michelle has terrifying nightmares involving a man named Roger and is reluctant to talk about where she came from.

Luther’s friend, Redfeather visits and tries to convince Luther to send Michelle back east. Distrusting Michelle, he warns Luther that his bride is not what she seems. But Luther is in love with Michelle, and he is harboring a secret of his own—one that might force Michelle to reject him when she learns the truth.

Michelle falls in love with Luther and adapts to her new way of life. Together, they face off against brutal townspeople and overcome harsh living conditions. When they finally give in to their desires and agree to become a proper man and wife, a dark figure from Michelle’s past resurfaces and threatens to destroy everything.

Loving a Wild Stranger

Order Loving a Wild Stranger here:

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Read reviews here: https://www.kelliwilkins.com/loving-a-wild-stranger

Kelli made a Facebook page for her historical romances. Check it out here: https://www.facebook.com/Historical-Romances-by-Kelli-A-Wilkins-1703805359922371/



Kelli A Wilkins

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 20+ romance novels, 7 non-fiction books, and 5 horror ebooks. Her romances span many genres and settings, and she likes to scare readers with her horror stories.

Her non-fiction tale, “The Dog That Wouldn’t Bark” recently appeared in the Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Hilarious, Heroic, Human Dog anthology.

She also released two horror shorts, More Than I Bargained For and Silent Sentinel in 2021.

In January 2021, Kelli published Journaling Every Week: 52 Topics to Get You Writing. This fun and innovative guide to journaling is filled with hundreds of thought-provoking prompts designed to get you writing about your feelings and emotions.

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKelliWilkins and Twitter: www.Twitter.com/KWilkinsauthor.

Visit her website/blog www.KelliWilkins.com for a full title list and to find all her social media links.

#BookBlitz “Bishop’s War (Bishop Series, Book 1)” by Rafael Amadeus Hines


Bishop Series, Book 1

Thriller, Action-Thriller, Military-Thriller, Crime Thriller

This fast-paced and action-packed suspense thriller introduces us to Special Forces Sergeant John Bishop, decorated war hero, and nephew of crime boss, Gonzalo Valdez.

After returning home from Afghanistan John’s hopes for a peaceful future are quickly shattered when he is catapulted back into the global war on terror through a succession of life-threatening events and corrupt intrigue. He battles against terrorist operatives in New York, a powerful Afghan warlord, and a psychopathic billionaire with powerful White House connections. When John’s uncle gets involved, he proceeds to treat John’s enemies to a bitter taste of mob vengeance. From that point on the ride speeds up and the reader will have to hold on for dear life. This is a thriller not to be matched for intensity and breathless excitement—not for the faint-hearted.


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Bishop’s Law

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In his debut novel, Bishop’s War, author Rafael Amadeus Hines delivered a knock-out punch! The international bestselling action-thriller introduced us to former US Special Forces Sgt. John Bishop, his Spec Ops team, and John’s crime boss uncle, Gonzalo Valdez, as they united to take on terrorists, contract killers, a psychotic billionaire, and Afghan warlords. In the eagerly anticipated sequel, Bishop’s Law, the nonstop action continues with Bishop and his team battling against ISIS terror cells, a family of Pakistani assassins, and the Russian mob. Hang on for an action-packed and suspense-filled thrill ride! Once again—not for the faint-hearted.

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Rafael Amadeus Hines is a native New Yorker with Panamanian, Jamaican, and Irish roots, who was born and raised on Manhattan’s Lower East Side. Dipping into his early Alphabet City memories, he loosely based many of the characters in his first novel, Bishop’s War, on the gangsters, cops, and combat veterans he grew up with, and adapted many of his own experiences into the book as well.

Rafael is a former Jazz club owner and restaurateur, and has worked in the financial and energy markets for over twenty years. On 9/11 he watched his office along with all the others in the Twin Towers come crashing down and, like many New Yorkers on that day, he anticipated follow up attacks to take place throughout the city. Years later he envisioned a lone citizen soldier preventing these attacks and the hero Sgt. John Bishop appeared on paper.

Rafael is the father of three and still lives in the New York neighborhood where he grew up. A voracious reader of suspense thrillers, his writing career was inspired by legendary artist-authors Elmore Leonard, Vince Flynn, John Sandford, Stephen Hunter, Walter Mosley, James Lee Burke, and Tom Clancy. He is currently working on the third novel in the Bishop series.

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#NewRelease “The One (The Real Bachelors of Sweetland Bay Book 1)” by Yancey Braxton

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Kaiya O’Neal, the former chief of staff to the mayor of New York City, can’t get out of town fast enough. After her public breakup and humiliation are broadcasted on TMZ, she heads home to Sweetland Bay to hide. Ahem, regroup. Needing to get her career back on track, she accepts the county’s judge position, which is in line with her plans to make a bid for the White House in the next five years. All is going well until a sexy firefighter disrupts her courtroom and she’s forced to throw the hottie in jail.

Getting thrown into jail is a lousy way for Blaise Jefferson to first appear in the media days before the premiere of his new reality TV show, The Real Bachelors of Sweetland Bay. The upheaval of his small-town life and peaceful existence is mostly due to cameras following him everywhere. But it’s the feistiness of the new judge, and a kiss that catches him totally off guard, that has him re-evaluating every aspect of his life. He wants to explore the intense attraction pulsing between them, but the judge is laser focused on her career…until she isn’t.

Kaiya never imagined she’d date a younger man, but Blaise is too tempting to resist. When she finally opens her heart and takes a chance on love, her destiny collides with Blaise’s past. Will he choose responsibility over love? Or will they both hold on to the love they so passionately desire?


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Chapter One


          My heart beats double time. Palms sweat. Knees lock. Shoulders square. I hold my posture rigid, a coping mechanism, a refusal to allow frayed nerves to quake any part of my body. Inside, chaos runs rampant. Outside, a perfect picture of badass woman, in-control confidence. Filled with ambition, I ride the notion until the wheels fall off, bask in the cliché. Never let them see you sweat. Isn’t that what they say?

                   It’s 8:00 a.m., and I’m at the municipal courthouse waiting for the proceedings to begin. Back home in Sweetland Bay. Six weeks ago, I would have bet any sum that I would be any place but here. Truth, six weeks ago, returning to Sweetland seemed like the ultimate sin. Yet, here I stand.

          “All rise for the Honorable Judge O’Neal.”

          My nerves are shot. Bailiff Stan Griffin’s voice is barely audible over the pound of my pulse and the rush of blood to my head.

          The officer swings open the door to Courtroom A.

          “Game face on,” I mumble, zipping my black robe, patting down the white lace collar. Entering through the oak-paneled door, I strut into the courtroom, draped in a confidence I’m determined to own. My gaze roams the wooden benches before I nod at Bailiff Griffin. “Good morning,” I say, addressing the room. With a proud smile, I slip into the comfort of my high-back Italian leather chair, just delivered not even twenty minutes ago.

          “You may be seated,” Bailiff Griffin says.

          “Shit snackin’ crackers…”

          Oh God! My stomach tanks, settling somewhere near my calves.

            “…that’s our gal, Nate. Kaiya Lynn is a for-real judge.”

          All eyes in the drafty room volley from me to my aunt, Beulah Mae James, and back to me again.

          “Ain’t she pretty.” Beulah Mae jabs Nate in his side. My baby brother’s wide hazel eyes snag on mine, pleading forgiveness.

          But neither those eyes nor his “I’m sorry, Sis” grimace are going to help Nate escape my wrath. Wait ’til I get that traitor alone. How dare he bring Aunt Bea here? Really, Nate, it’s my first day on the bench.

          “Look at her in that robe. That fancy lace collar is beautiful. Ain’t she got style? Our Kaiya Lynn is the prettiest gal in Sweetland Bay, just like her mama used to be,” Aunt Bea says.

          I refrain from rolling my eyes.

          “Gawd rest the soul of my dead sister, Catherine Anne.” After puckering her lips against two arthritic fingers, Beulah Mae lifts them and her gaze to the exposed beamed ceiling.

          I shift slightly, my spine ramrod straight, hands gripping the arms of the soft leather chair that suddenly feels like a sinkhole. I pick up the gavel for the very first time in an official capacity.

          Tap. Tap. Tap.

          “Quiet in the courtroom.”

          “Oops, sorry, Sugarlump.”

          Resisting the urge to roll my eyes is becoming an epic battle. No, Aunt Bea did not just call me Sugarlump in my courtroom. This has to be grounds for contempt. If I send the old woman to jail—

          Beulah Mae springs up off the old wooden courtroom bench, yanking me from my thoughts.

          Not waiting to witness what comes next, I paste on a straight-line, no curves, Etch A Sketch smile, eyeing my brother with a “Really? You brought the old lady” leer.

          Bang! Bang! Bang!

          The black gavel pummels the lacquered oak. “Order! There will be no more shenanigans in this courtroom.”

          Leaning in close to Beulah Mae, Nate whispers in her ear. Seconds later, the twosome glances up and nods at me.

          I rein in my emotions, reminding myself that my aunt always has only the best intentions. There was never a question on whether she loved Nate and me.

          Beulah Mae had been there when Mama wore high heels and pretty dresses and danced around the house. Beulah Mae had been there when Mama didn’t cook, didn’t clean, didn’t do laundry. Beulah Mae had been there when Mama didn’t want to live another day. Beulah Mae had been there when they pulled Mama’s body out of Sweetland Bay.

          Ignoring the tight knot forming in my chest, I push down thoughts of my mother and move on to the business at hand.

          Bailiff Griffin steps up to the bench and hands me a manila folder marked State v. Jefferson. Perching reading glasses, a pair that took three months to find, onto the bridge of my nose, a slight tremor vibrates my hands, and I don’t feel judicial. Thank goodness this case, my first case, will be easy, couldn’t be more open and shut.

          I peer over the square frames of the red leather reading glasses. “Are all of the parties present?”

          To my left, the state’s flushed-cheek prosecutor stands, scraping the chair harshly against the planks of the old hardwood floors. “Sorry, Your Honor, ASA Kerry Wiley, for the state,” she says, smoothing the collar of a starched white blouse over the lapel of a boxy navy suit jacket.

          Attorney Wiley’s I’m-new-and-eager attire makes me smile. Women attorneys often start out believing they have to dress like the men, censoring their femininity. A rookie ploy to gain acceptance into the club. Time, and the stark reality of the good-old boys’ club door slammed against a wide-open nose, will teach ASA Wiley women are never truly accepted into that fold.

          Tolerated? Maybe. Respected? Sometimes. Embraced? Never!

          To my right, at the defendant’s table, a more seasoned attorney’s liver-spotted head peeks through the thin strands of a comb-over. “Michael Warner, present, Your Honor. I represent the defendant, young Mr. Wood Jefferson,” he says, motioning the teenage boy to stand.

          Sweet Jesus.

          It’s the man seated next to the boy drawing my attention. A charcoal Adonis. A stunning man. Raw masculinity seeps through his pores.

          His midnight skin is rich and dark. Even the morning sun peeks through the window and beams directly on him as if its only function is to be his personal spotlight. His jawline is hard and rugged, but his skin appears soft, its sheen inviting and supple like an exquisite velvet.

          My fingers twitch. Drawing them back out of sight, my hands curl into a tight fist. I fight an inexplicable desire to reach out, run my fingers along the boxy square of his perfectly sculpted chin.

          Then our eyes lock, and his, a shocking grey surrounded by a blanket of darkness, jar me like a fist rammed into my throat. Wrenching my thoughts out of a temporary stupor, my eyes away from the man’s heat-seeking gaze, lightly I pat my chest. “Ahem…ahem…ahem.”

          Bailiff Griffin grabs the silver decanter, pours water into a crystal glass, and hands me the libation.

          “Thank you,” I say, nodding in appreciation. Downing the ice-cold water, I utilize the time to clear the fog occupying my brain.

          “Excuse me…Good morning, gentlemen, it is my understanding…ahem…that Mr. Wood Jefferson has entered a plea of guilty to the charge of criminal mischief.”

          “Yes, Your Honor, we have agreed to a sentence of one hundred hours of community service, to be served over a six-month period,” Attorney Warner responds.

          “Does Mr. Jefferson understand the ramifications—”

          “If I may interject, Your Honor.” The wiry Assistant State Attorney Wiley leans forward, thumbing through a stack of manila folders neatly placed at the front edge of the prosecutor’s table. “I have here”—she plucks a file from the stack—“the final accounting of Mr. Jefferson’s willful act of mischief. May I approach?”

          “I’ll take that.” Bailiff Griffin cuts the young ASA off.

          “I’ve included extra copies for the defense, Your Honor,” says ASA Wiley.

          I nod. My readers slide along the bridge of my nose as I peer down. Noting a chip in my French manicure, I make a mental note to schedule an appointment at the nail bar and slide the readers back into place.

          “This is a considerable hit to the district’s budget,” I say, leafing through reports and bills detailing the impact to the budgets of the school’s administration, as well as the transportation and repair departments.

          I remove my glasses and, head cocked slightly, peer at the defendant. “Mr. Jefferson, the cost of your actions is significant. Hammering nails into the tires of the entire fleet of Sweetland Bay school buses the night before the first day of school was not just mischievous. Your actions were malicious.” Reaching across the bench, trying to block out Charcoal Adonis, I don’t break eye contact with the boy. “Bailiff Griffin, please give these copies to Attorney Warner.”

          Attorney Warner reviews the documents. Leaning forward, he huddles with his client and Charcoal Adonis.

          Granting the defense a moment to confer, I address the ASA. “Attorney Wiley, why has this information not been presented to the court before now?”

          The prosecutor pops out of her seat. “Sorry, Your Honor. Unfortunately, the final figures have just become available. The bureaucracy of the Barris County School System is difficult to weed through. But given the final accounting, I’m certain Your Honor agrees—”

            “Attorney Wiley. Do not think for the court. If you have a motion, you may state it, and the court will decide if it agrees or not.”

          Like a week-old clipped rose, Attorney Wiley’s shoulders sag and her posture wilts. “Sorry, Your Honor. In light of the final balance, the SA’s office would like to withdraw the plea deal—”

            Attorney Warner rears up out of his seat. “Absolutely not, the defense is appalled—”

           “Appalled or not, the fact remains this crime is no longer a misdemeanor. It’s now a Class B felony, punishable—”




          “Order.” I fire a sharp warning gaze at both attorneys. “We will not talk over one another in this courtroom. The state will not renege on a previously negotiated plea. ASA Wiley, you should have gathered all of your facts before negotiating. The plea will remain. However, in light of the impact to the education budget, one hundred hours of community service is not a sufficient punishment. Mr. Jefferson, I’m modifying the sentence to one thousand hours of community service to be served over a period of one year.”

     “No! You can’t do that.” Charcoal Adonis speaks in a deep southern drawl that conjures memories of Pop-Pop and the evenings we spent at the bay drinking extra-sweet tea and catching fireflies in mason jars. He pops out of his seat, standing at least six-feet-three inches tall, a dark grey suit molded to his athletic build. Even with the starched white shirt and tailored suit jacket, there’s no denying his torso is chiseled to perfection.



         “But Your Honor.” Charcoal Adonis flails his long arms and massive hands in the air, biceps straining against the seams of the jacket. “Football—”


          “His scholarship—”




          “Order. Sir!”

          I lean forward, fasten my gaze to those bedroom eyes, heart pummeling my rib cage in a quick succession of traitorous thumps. God, this man is stunning.

          “Sit down.” I scowl, hating how sappy my directive sounds.

          Okay, Kaiya. I have a come-to-Jesus moment in my head. This is your job. You are a sitting judge. Pull yourself together. You’re not doing weak-kneed or silly woman over a chiseled chin or those doggone smoky eyes. You did that for ten years with Sutton. How’d that work out for you?

          “Attorney Warner, who is this man? What is his relationship to the defendant?” I inquire.

           “Blaise Jefferson, I’m his brother.”

           “Blaise Jefferson, his guardian.”

          Both Charcoal Adonis and the defense attorney speak at the same time, their words colliding.


          Did he say Blaze? Nope, couldn’t be. What kind of name is that?

          “Attorney Warner, Mr. Jefferson is one word away from a contempt charge and overnight accommodations courtesy of Barris County.” Once again I dare to peer into those mesmerizing eyes. “Sir, you are not to utter another sound while in my courtroom.”

           “Yes, Your Honor.” Attorney Warner nods and places a stern hand on Mr. Jefferson’s shoulder.

           “Sorry, Your Honor,” Mr. Jefferson says.

           Arrogant jerk! I told him not to speak. I stand, seething over his defiance. “My ruling on this case stands as is. Mr. Jefferson, you’re in contempt! The deputies will take this man into custody. Immediately! Court is in recess for thirty minutes.”


          I march toward my chambers.

           “I didn’t mean any disrespect. I was only acknowledging that I understood. I’m sorry, my apologies to the court.” His deep baritone voice is hypnotic, even as he pleas.

          Turning around, I do a double take. Nate has rushed over to the defendant’s table and is speaking in a hushed tone. My brother seems to be the only one who can calm this man. Mr. Jefferson says nothing, but shakes his head as if he can’t believe what’s happening.

          Following the deputy’s directive, he finally laces both hands behind his back. The simple gesture spotlights his broad chest and bulging biceps.

           Mercy. I run a finger under my collar, lifting the lace from my sweat-soaked skin.

“Mr. Jefferson”—my voice is stern in a way that I don’t feel—“those last words will get you three additional meals, compliments of Barris County. When I said not another sound, that’s exactly what I meant.”

          I unzip my robe as I exit the courtroom. Blaze, really! Why are the good-looking ones always jerks?



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#PromoTour “The Perfect Fake Date (Billionaires of Boston, Book 3)” by Naima Simone

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When keeping it just friends proves just plain impossible in this Billionaires of Boston novel by USA TODAY bestselling author Naima Simone.

“It’s just a kiss, Eve…

I’m only holding up my end of the bargain.”

As the secret son of Boston’s wealthiest, most coldhearted billionaire, Kenan Rhodes knows that everyone is watching him when he stakes his family claim. Proving himself won’t be easy and he needs backup. So Kenan makes a deal with his best friend, lingerie designer Eve Burke. She’ll help him professionally, and he’ll help Eve catch his brother’s eye. But soon Kenan wants his gorgeous best friend for himself, crossing that line between fake dates and something dangerously irresistible…




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Published since 2009, USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone loves writing sizzling romances with heart, a touch of humor and snark. Her books have been featured in The Washington Post and Entertainment Weekly, and described as balancing “crackling, electric love scenes with exquisitely rendered characters caught in emotional turmoil.”

She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.





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#PromoTour “The Bad Boy Experiment (The Bourbon Brothers, Book 6)” by Reese Ryan

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A steamy fling with an old crush who doesn’t do commitment? What was she thinking! Find out in the conclusion to Reese Ryan’s Bourbon Brothers series.

What happens when you say yes to a bad boy?

Even if divorcée Renee Lockwood were willing to give love a second chance, she wouldn’t choose Cole Abbott. The sexy, successful real estate developer doesn’t do commitment. But he’s perfect for a no-strings fling—exactly what Ren needs now that she’s moved back home to raise her son. Mind-blowing pleasure with the man she once crushed on is harder to quit than Ren expected. Impossible, in fact. Is time running out before the bad boy bolts…or will the results of her experiment surprise her?







Reese Ryan writes sexy, emotional romance with captivating family drama, surprising secrets, and a cast of complicated, sometimes messy, characters. And she’s the host of Story Behind the Story—her interactive YouTube show where romance readers and authors connect.

A Midwesterner with deep Southern roots, Reese currently resides in semi-small-town North Carolina where she’s an avid reader, a music junkie, and a self-declared connoisseur of cheesy grits.




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