#BookSale “Like Some Old Country Song (Summer Lake Silver Book 1)” by SJ McCoy

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You know those stories – where guy meets girl, they fall for each other, life does its best to tear them apart, but in the end, love conquers all and they embark on their life together?

Yeah? Well, this isn’t one of those stories. This is more like some old country song. A song about a man and a woman who’ve already lived through great highs and lows. A man and a woman who’ve reached their fifties and who, despite humble beginnings have achieved great things in different ways.

He’s had an amazing career as one of country music’s biggest names. She’s raised a daughter and given her everything she needed to go out and succeed in the world.

They’ve both given their all to their chosen path in life, and when those paths cross, two lonely hearts finally see their chance at true happiness.

It’s hardly a spoiler to say that an old country song might end with the sun setting over two rocking chairs on a front porch. You’ll have to pick up your copy of this heart-warming romance today to find out if Marianne and Clay’s story ends that way.

This book is intended for readers age 18+
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Summer Lake Silver series features couples in their fifties and older. Just because a few decades – or more – have skipped by since you were in your twenties it doesn’t mean you can’t find love, does it? Summer Lake Silver stories find happily ever afters for those who remember being thirty-something—vaguely.

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#BookTour “Sandy (Vested Interest)” by Melanie Moreland


Title: Sandy
Series: Vested Interest
Author: Melanie Moreland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 11, 2020
Cover Design: Melissa Ringuette of Monark Design Services

Melanie’s words are truly magical and I will always be thankful to her for introducing me to the men and to the women, to the family, of BAM.” ~Carol’s Reviews


“From the beginning of Bentley’s story to the last word in Sandy’s the journey of the Bam boys has been filled with so many emotions and showed us what family is even if it’s not the family your born into but the family you make!” ~Goodreads Review (Sandy)

Behind every successful man there is a woman.

What happens when you’re the woman behind an entire team?

Sandy Preston has been den mother, friend, confidante, and the guiding force behind the men of BAM for years. 

Now they have new lives, and hers has drastically changed. 

Can she move on and find love a second time around?

Will the men she considers family accept the changes?


Hell broke loose about three o’clock. Reid rushed past my desk, casting a worried glance my way as he hurried by, disappearing into Aiden’s office. With a frown, I asked the person I was speaking with on the phone to repeat themselves, only to be startled by the loud curse coming from Aiden’s office. Seconds later, they both disappeared into Maddox’s office. I shook my head, wondering what crisis was occurring now. Something big in IT land or a glitch in the security system Reid was diligently working on, adding upgrades or tweaking. 
I had my answer soon enough when the three of them appeared in front of my desk. Their countenances were serious, and they looked upset. 
A flicker of fear went through my chest. 
“What is it?” I asked. “Bentley? Is he all right?” I had spoken with him not long ago, and he said he was on his way back to the office. Had there been an accident?
Aiden shook his head. “Bent’s fine. He’ll be here in a moment. We need to talk to you.”
I furrowed my brow. “Fine. About?” My gaze fell to Reid’s hand. He was holding his phone, which was nothing new, but what was on the screen explained the intensity of their expressions and the tense set of their shoulders. 
My profile on Mature Matchups was on his phone. And the protective, worried faces were exactly what I knew would happen if they discovered it.


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NYT/WSJ/USAT international bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them. 

While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip. 

Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.

Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at  flavia@bookcaseagency.com

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#ReleaseBlitz “Sandy (Vested Interest)” by Melanie Moreland

Title: Sandy

Series: Vested Interest
Author: Melanie Moreland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 11, 2020

Behind every successful man there is a woman.

What happens when you’re the woman behind an entire team?

Sandy Preston has been den mother, friend, confidante, and the guiding force behind the men of BAM for years. 

Now they have new lives, and hers has drastically changed. 

Can she move on and find love a second time around?

Will the men she considers family accept the changes?




SANDY WILL BE IN KINDLE UNLIMITED STARTING JUNE 14, 2020
NYT/WSJ/USAT international bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them. 

While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip. 

Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.

Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at  flavia@bookcaseagency.com

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#CoverReveal “Sandy (Vested Interest)” by Melanie Moreland

Title: Sandy

Series: Vested Interest
Author: Melanie Moreland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 11, 2020
Cover Design: Melissa Ringuette of Monark Design Services


Behind every successful man there is a woman.

What happens when you’re the woman behind an entire team?

Sandy Preston has been den mother, friend, confidante, and the guiding force behind the men of BAM for years. 

Now they have new lives, and hers has drastically changed. 

Can she move on and find love a second time around?

Will the men she considers family accept the changes?


NOTE: Sandy will be available in 
Kindle Unlimited on June 14, 2020





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NYT/WSJ/USAT international bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them. While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.  

Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at  flavia@bookcaseagency.com

New York Times/Wall Street Journal/USA Today International Bestselling Author

Into The Storm – Moreland Books Inc
Beneath The Scars – Moreland Books Inc
Over The Fence – Moreland Books Inc
The Contract – Moreland Books Inc
The Baby Clause – Moreland Books Inc
The Amendment – Moreland Books Inc.
My Image of You – Loveswept/Random House
Vested Interest Series – Moreland Books Inc
It Started With A Kiss – Moreland Books Inc
An Instant Connection – Moreland Books Inc
Christmas Sugar – Moreland Books Inc
An Unexpected Gift – Moreland Books Inc. 
Changing Roles – Moreland Books Inc.
The Summer of Us – Moreland Books Inc.

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“Gone Wild” by Dakota Madison #ReleaseBlitz #Review

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Book Title: Gone Wild
Author: Dakota Madison
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 15, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions

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Go BACK TO BOOKMAN with USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Dakota Madison’s new #LoveinMidlife #ComingofMiddleAge romantic comedy series.

Tenured English professor Bly Daniels believes the short walk from her campus office to the university library is too much exposure to the harsh elements of the outdoors. She would prefer to spend her days (and nights) comfortably seated indoors reading classic literature.

When Bly is arrested for reading one of the great books while driving home, a judge sentences her to thirty days of community service with The Wild Way, a therapeutic wilderness program for troubled teens.

There she meets Turner Wild, the owner and operate of the wilderness program. Turner is everything Bly despises: rugged, unrefined and outdoorsy. For Bly a trip to hell sounds more desirable than spending an entire month with Turner and his band of hooligans as they traverse the woods of rural northwest New Jersey communing with nature.

Bly certainly never expects to form a bond with the troubled teens she’s been assigned to mentor and forge an unlikely relationship with their fearless leader, Turner Wild.

Each full-length novel in Dakota Madison’s LOVE IN MIDLIFE romantic comedy series can be read as a stand-alone or as part of the series. Each story features one of the graduates of Bookman College attending their 25th reunion.

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“This is as far as I go,” the crusty old cab driver barks as he stops in front of a long dirt road that disappears into the woods.

“How far is it to the wilderness camp?” I ask.

“Pretty far, I would imagine. It’s not visible from the road at all.”

“And how am I supposed to get there?”

“I guess you’re just going to have to walk.”

I laugh until I realize he’s not joking. He expects me to walk into the woods on a dirt road that is God knows how long.

Then I realize I’ll also have to carry my bag as well. I could barely carry my suitcase to the front stoop for him to place in his truck.

“I can only take the cab on paved roads,” he tells me. “Company rules.”

Is that supposed to make me feel better? It doesn’t.

I heave a huge sigh. “How much do I owe you?”

“Thirty.”

I hand him three ten dollar bills, plus a five dollar tip.

“Let me get your bag out of the trunk.”

When he exits the cab I take a moment to compose myself. I’m already so far out of my comfort zone I feel like I’m having a panic attack, and I haven’t even made it to the camp yet.

You’re an intelligent woman with a doctoral degree, I remind myself. You can do this.

By the time I exit the cab my bag is already on the side of the road waiting for me.

“Good luck,” the cab driver says.

“Thanks.”

It probably wasn’t the smartest idea I ever had to wear a dress and pumps. In my defense I don’t have much else in my wardrobe. Work attire and lounging outfits for around the house are about it. When I teach I always wear a dress or a suit with dress shoes. I wouldn’t be caught dead outside of my home in one of my lounging outfits.

Calling the dirt pathway a road is extremely generous. The trail is much rockier and uneven than I initially thought. The shoes I’m wearing are not even close to being appropriate for the conditions. I’ll be lucky if I don’t turn an ankle.

My suitcase is another problem entirely. I can barely make it a few feet before I have to set it down. The muscles in my arms are already throbbing and I haven’t even made it far enough to spot the end of the trail yet.

Luckily it’s still early in the day. I’ve got many hours of sunlight left. Even if it takes me several hours walking a few steps at a time I should make it there before dark.

Unless it’s a few miles to the camp, then I’ll be in a bit of trouble.

Two hours and thirty seven minutes later I’ve had about all that I can take. My feet are blistered and aching. I’m afraid when I finally remove my shoes my feet will be bloody as well.

My arms are so weak I don’t think I can lift the suitcase again.

And I’m on the verge of complete exhaustion.

What was I thinking packing so much stuff? I was thinking I’ll be here an entire month and I need reading materials.

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road.

Those words from T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land’ seem appropriate right now. I take a seat on my suitcase and wipe the sweat from my brow with a tissue that I just happened to have shoved in my pocket. I can’t even remember the last time I sweated. It may have been in high school when we were forced to play those utterly horrendous sports in our Physical Education classes.

I was supposed to be at the apex of my career this year. I was finally promoted from Associate to Full Professor. Edgar had been hinting that when he retired I was first in line to take over as Chairperson of the English Department. I was just a few months away from paying off the mortgage on my house.

Now it looks like I might lose everything, and I’m sitting in the middle of the woods helpless to do anything about it. Edgar was not happy when I told him I needed to take a month of personal leave and he’d need to find a substitute to teach my classes. That coupled with the fact that my arrest and conviction has tarnished the reputation of the institution does not bode well for me still having a career upon my return from this journey into the wilderness.

The sun is starting to get higher overhead, and it’s beating down on me. I’m not sure how much of the blistering brightness my pale skin can take. I should probably edge closer to the tree line where it’s shaded, but I’m too exhausted to move.

I’m just about to fall asleep seated on my suitcase when a large pickup truck whizzes by. I try to raise a hand to wave the driver over, but to no avail. My arm won’t lift high enough.

Instead I choke on the dust left in the truck’s wake.

Then to my surprise the trucks comes to a screeching halt, reverses and heads back towards me.

When I rise to greet the driver my legs feel like cooked noodles. They’re so weak I can barely control them as I move towards the truck.

My eyes go wide when I see who has hopped out of the vehicle. The driver is a young, petite woman of Asian descent.

From the neck up she’s beautiful, with long silky dark hair and perfect features. From the neck down she’s dressed like a man. She’s wearing well-worn jeans, black combat boots and a green Army jacket.

“Are you lost?” Her tone is accusatory, definitely not friendly.

I shake my head.

“You know this road leads to a wilderness camp for troubled teens.”

“I do.”

She looks me up and down. “You don’t look like you’re ready for the wilderness, and you’re definitely not a teenager.”

“I’m aware of that.” My voice is weary. “I’m court ordered to be here. Community service.”

She rolls her eyes. “Lucky us.”

“Unfortunately the cab driver wouldn’t take me beyond the main road. I’ve been walking for hours.”

“Would you like a lift?” She raises an eyebrow.

“That would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.”

She lets down the tailgate of the pickup, presumably for me to place my luggage in the empty truck bed.

I do my best to drag the suitcase over to the truck, but I feel like my muscles are on fire. There is no way I’m going to be able to lift the suitcase into the back of the vehicle.

The woman and I both stare at the suitcase for several moments.

“You can’t lift it, can you?” she asks finally.

I shake my head.

“Unbelievable.” She grabs the suitcase like it’s no heavier than a rag doll and tosses it into the back of her truck. Then she slams the tailgate of the truck closed.

She glares at me for several seconds. “I have some advice for you. Never pack more than you can carry.”

Before I have a chance to respond she marches over to the driver’s side of the truck and hops in.

I hurry over to the passenger side of the vehicle and stare at it for a few moments. I’m five feet seven inches tall. The woman is easily five inches shorter than me and she got into the truck with very little effort. I have no idea how I’m going to climb into this thing, particularly in my dress and heels.

“Are you coming?” She glares at me again. She’s very good at glaring. Despite her small stature she’s quite intimidating.

“If you’ll give me just a few seconds I need to figure out how to get inside of this truck.”

“Oh, for God’s sake.”

She jumps back out of the vehicle, makes her way around to my side then gives me an extremely hard shove right on my buttocks which propels me enough that I’m able to climb into the seat.

She stomps back over to her side of the truck, leaps into her seat with the ease of a rabbit then slams her door shut.

“Your truck is very high off the ground,” I observe.

“No shit, Sherlock. Now fasten your seatbelt.”

The woman doesn’t say another word to me as we head down the dusty road toward the camp.

Thankfully she parks extremely close to what appears to be a main building. It has a placard which says: The Wild Way Administration.

I do my best to hop out of the truck in my heels. The woman opens the back of the truck, hoists my suitcase out of the truck bed and tosses it on the ground.

She doesn’t wait for me to say anything, not even a thank you. She marches back over to the driver’s side, leaps into the truck like a frog, and drives somewhere behind the administration building.

I’m not sure what to do. I don’t feel like dealing with my suitcase so I just leave it where the woman tossed it. There’s not another soul anywhere so I don’t think it’s in danger of being stolen. Not that my clothing and books would be of value to anyone but me.

I walk up the small set of stairs to the administration office. The building is really just a large cabin, much like all of the other smaller cabins scattered about the heavily wooded property.

Unfortunately the front door is locked. I try knocking, then pounding, but to no avail. The place appears to be deserted.

The person with whom I spoke on the phone, Turner Wild, the program director, told me specifically to report to the camp today. I even wrote it down. He was very short with me, much the way the Asian American woman was, so I wasn’t able to get him to commit to a specific time.

My feet are throbbing. I’m not that motivated to walk over to any of the other cabins, which are a significant distance from this one, several hundred yards at least.

The small porch that I’m standing on doesn’t have any chairs, or seats of any kind, so I guess I’m stuck standing here for a while until someone appears, or I figure out something else to do.

I wait for what feels like an hour, but when I glance at my watch I realize only twenty minutes have actually gone by. Time seems to pass very slowly when I don’t have my nose firmly planted in a book.

That’s when I hear rustling on the roof of the administration building. Panic begins to set in when some tree debris fly off the roof and nearly hit me.

What’s up there? Is it some kind of animal?

Then I hear stomping—loud, heavy stomping—right above me. Is it possible for a bear to climb on a rooftop?

My chest tightens and I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m going to get killed by a bear and I haven’t even started working here yet.

More tree debris rain down on me: branches, bark, pine cones.

What is going on up there?

Then I hear hammering. To my knowledge bears don’t know how to use hammers. Is Turner Wild on the roof? Or maybe the woman who gave me a lift in her truck?

“Hello?” I shout when the hammering stops. “Hello?”

“You made it,” a male voice shouts back.

I nearly jump out of my shoes when the guy, presumably Turner Wild, jumps down from the roof and lands on the porch next to me.

“Community service?” He places his hammer on the porch rail next to him and wipes his dirty hands on the sides of his jeans.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

The man is different than how I pictured him from our very brief phone conversation. I thought he’d be a lot younger, maybe late twenties or early thirties, but he looks more like he’s my age, mid-to-late forties.

That’s not to say there isn’t a youthful air about him.

Everything about this man is rugged and outdoorsy. His brown hair is cut in a short, military-style haircut. His strong features look a bit rough and weatherworn. His dark jeans and t-shirt are tight fitting and display every one of the large muscles on his exceptionally masculine body.

And he’s wearing a very large knife hanging from his belt. I’m not surprised he runs a wilderness camp. It would be difficult to imagine someone who looks the way he does doing anything else.

Well, maybe serving in those Special Operations Forces in the military. I could picture him in one of those SEAL teams like the one that killed Bin Laden.

I decide there are only two likely vocations for this man: killing bears or killing Bin Laden.

His sea green eyes are like lasers as he stares at me. I’m immediately uncomfortable. I wonder if there is any way I could contact the judge and tell her I’ve changed my mind. Fifteen months in jail is starting to seem much more desirable than a month in the woods with this frightening character.

I extend a hand because I’m not sure what else to do. “Hello, I’m Dr. Daniels.”

He stares at my limb like I’m a leper. Then he looks me up and down. “What kind of doctor are you?”

I clear my throat. “I’m an English professor.”

He laughs. “So you’re not a real doctor.”

I immediately bristle at his ignorant comment. I hate when people say that. “For your information the word doctor is derived from the Latin word docēre which means to teach. The title Doctor has been used for centuries in Europe as a designation for someone who has obtained a research doctorate such as a Ph.D. Thus a person with a medical degree is more accurately described as a physician, not a doctor.”

He pats my shoulder in the most condescending way imaginable, like I’m some kind of pet. “Whatever you say, Doc.”

“Why are you touching me?” His hand is still on my arm. I can feel the heat from his body move through mine. It’s extremely disconcerting.

“Sorry.” He stares at me for a long moment before he removes his hand.

I try to brush away the tingly feeling flowing down my limb. “Why did you call me Doc? This isn’t a cartoon. You’re not Bugs Bunny.”

He laughs again. I don’t like people who laugh so easily. I’m immediately suspicious of them.

“I’m serious,” I tell him. “There’s no reason to laugh.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re wound up tighter than Dick’s hatband?”

I glare at him. Does that expression even make sense? I have no idea what he means, but it feels like an insult. And he’s smirking, which makes it worse.

He looks me up and down. “You can’t wear that.”

“Why not?”

“This is a wilderness camp, Doc. We’ll be getting down and dirty. Living in the woods. You can’t wear a dress and heels.”

“I’d appreciate it if you called me something other than Doc. Dr. Daniels would be fine. Or Ms. Daniels. Or my first name, Bly, if you insist. Just not Doc.”

“I could call you Community Service. Would that be better?”

I shake my head.

“That’s what I thought. What about the clothes, Doc?”

~ ~ ~ My Review ~ ~ ~

4/5 Stars!

I’m known for getting wrapped up in the stories I read, and “Gone Wild” was no exception. I was excited about this story! Mature leads who weren’t nineteen – now, you’re talking! YAAY for my team! This was going to be good! But, by midway through the fourth chapter, I’d wanted to fling my Kindle more than once, and had thought of several ways to kill off a fictional character…including a vat of “Dip”, ala ‘Roger Rabbit!’

Bly Daniels may be a tenured college professor with a Ph.D, but that is all she is. She is totally unlikable. She comes off as a snooty, elitist who is rude and condescending to everyone. Except for Rayleen and Gus, she’s not even polite. I hated her and I was horrified! I had VOLUNTEERED to read this? How could I get out of it? I knew I couldn’t. Like any avid reader and dedicated reviewer, I put on my big girl panties and soldiered on…

…and got to know Bly. I started to understand her and why she was so cold and unfeeling. Nothing seemed to go her way, including the job she loved. But then she realized it was because she had stopped investing HERSELF in life. People didn’t like her, and she really couldn’t blame them.

A chance encounter between her car and a parking meter sends her to a therapeutic wilderness camp for at-risk teens for court-ordered community service, and we see the stiff, stodgy Bly, who hates the outdoors and exerting energy in things like …walking, find her humanity. Still out of her element, I loved that Bly was able to connect with one teen through books, and a real bond grew from that relationship. One that would test Bly before the story’s end.

But of course, the best part is watching Bly get to know camp owner, Turner Wild. Bly’s rude, condescending nature is suddenly snarky and fun…because Turner gives it right back to her! There are several laugh out loud moments whenever they’re together. Turner seems to enjoy getting under her skin, and she’s annoyed (and surprised) at herself because she’s actually starting to like him…and is ATTRACTED to him. OMG!

As Bly and Turner share details of their past lives, you get a clear picture of Bly Daniels, and you just want to help make her better (and find that guy and punch him out). However, she seems to be getting there all on her own. Turner is a great guy. Decent, hardworking, committed to doing something for someone else; you cannot help but like the guy. You feel for his loss and loneliness, but applaud him for still trying to move forward. Surprisingly, my one negative issue with this story comes not from Bly, but Turner. He wants a relationship with Bly, but all the “my wife” references while talking TO Bly creeped me out a bit. If I were Bly, I would be a little apprehensive, and a lot anxious, to say the least.

By the epilogue, I’m glad I didn’t fling my Kindle against the wall. I not only like Bly now, I’m in her corner routing for her. Always good to see middle-age folks getting another chance at love and happiness.

Enjoy!

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USA TODAY Bestselling author Dakota Madison is known for writing new adult, love in midlife, and contemporary romance with a little spice and lots of heart. Dakota is a winner of the prestigious RONE Award for Excellence in the Indie and Small Publishing Industry. When she’s not at her computer creating spicy stories Dakota likes to spend time with her husband and their bloodhounds. Dakota also writes under the pen names SAVANNAH YOUNG, SIERRA AVALON and REN MONTERREY.

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Review – “Long Time Coming (Hot Rods Book 8)” by Jayne Rylon

 

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5/5 Stars!

Excellent!

Tom London and Wilhelmina “Willie” Brown are friends brought together by circumstance. Willie’s two daughters have married Tom’s sons. But could there be more between the two lonely middle-age single parents?

Both lost their spouses – Tom’s wife died soon after being diagnosed with a terminal illness, and Willie lost her husband in a tragic accident. After more than 20 years, Willie is ready to admit she’s met a man she’s attracted to and interested in.  Tom feels the same way, but can they each let go of the past and find a future together?

Willie’s life has not been an easy one. Her hometown disapproved of her interracial marriage. After numerous threats, and with questions surrounding her husband’s death, she grabs her two girls and leaves town soon after the accident. Many times homeless and struggling to get by leaves Willie suffering with migraines and anxiety that medication only partly helps.  She only truly begins to feel settled when her girls take up with the Hot Rods – seven young men and their father/foster father.

Tom’s late wife had been the love of his life. Her death devastated him. He kept her memory alive by doing what she loved – helping others – and that’s what led him to take in the troubled youth who he would come to love as much as his own son.

The two mature adults finally open themselves up to the possibility of a future together when Willie’s world is suddenly rocked by a devastating truth about her late husband’s death. I wanted to literally stand up and applaud the author for the revealing scene! The situation could have gone in a few different directions, but kudos to the author for not “going there”, creating angst just for the sake of angst. I feel the author showed us…and let Willie show us…that she was not as broken and much more intelligent than she believed. IMHO, this is the best scene in the entire story because it is the one where Willie and Tom show the most clarity.

As everyone tries to move on in spite of the recent events, Willie is once again caught off guard with troubling news. My heart broke for her. While I do not agree with how she handled it in the beginning, I understand. It was the “logical” choice considering the history of the man she had come to love.

Willie raised some pretty sharp girls, and it doesn’t show more than during their talk with Tom. The pace and scenarios that followed were perfect and felt very real.

I cannot remember how I stumbled across this great read, but I’m sure it was in one of my never-ending searches for romances involving older couples. The author highlights their wisdom as parents, their mutual respect as friends, and their flaws, which are all what pull this read together. It also shows that aging does not mean less sex or lack of sexuality. Go Willie and Tom! (YAAAY!)

While the Hot Rods series is not something I would usually choose to read, the author weaves the young people into Willie and Tom’s story so well, I feel I need to know their stories and how this group came to be friends, spouses and family.

I cannot tell you where to start in the series, just make sure you do not miss THIS one!