#NewRelease “Her Favorite Rebound (Cider Bar Sisters Book 4)” by Jackie Lau

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She’s got a billionaire boyfriend, but life is far from perfect…

Thirty-four and divorced, Sierra Wu is a constant disappointment to her family. They approved of her former career as an engineer but were horrified when she quit to run a small greeting card store.

So, the last thing she expected in her not-so-spectacular life was being swept off her feet by Colton Sanders. Yes, that Colton Sanders, the billionaire. They’ve been together for a year, and despite his reputation with women, it’s going well.

There’s only one tiny problem: Jake Tong.

A former friend and employee of Colton, the irritatingly handsome Jake tells Sierra to break up with Colton for her own good. She refuses, of course. Why should she trust Jake?

But as she continues to bump into Jake in awkward situations, the attraction between them grows, and she starts wondering if he’s right about Colton…



#CoverReveal “A Scottish Highland Surprise” by Julie Shackman

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Discover the secrets and surprises that the scenic Scottish town of Briar Glen has to offer…

When wedding planner Sophie Harkness refuses to move a friend’s wedding to accommodate a spoilt bridezilla, she finds herself out of a job. That is until she discovers her late grandma has purchased a local shop for her in the pretty Scottish town of Briar Glen.

Surprised and delighted, Sophie opens her own porcelain shop in honour of her grandmother. But when an unusual tea set is left with Sophie, along with a mysterious letter, she can’t help but be intrigued by the story behind the antique.

And when the handsome but aloof art critic Xander North comes knocking on her door, Sophie is about to find out the true colourful past of her latest treasure.

The perfect feel-good romance for fans of Jo Thomas, Katie Fforde and Trisha Ashley.

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Publication Date: 22nd April


Author Bio


Julie Shackman is a former journalist from Scotland, who has always wanted to write feel-good romance. As well as being an author, Julie also writes verses and captions for greetings card companies. Julie admits to having an obsession with stationery and handbags. She is married, has two sons and a Romanian rescue pup, who she named Cooper. A Scottish Highland Surprise is Julie’s sixth novel.

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#ReleaseBlitz “It Was All The Pie’s Fault: A romantic comedy (The Meet Cute Series Book 1)” by Elizabeth SaFleur

It Was All The Pie’s Fault

By Elizabeth SaFleur

Book #1 in the Meet Cute Series

A fake relationship, opposites attract, laugh out loud sexy romantic comedy




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Chloe believes in two things: Russell is her soulmate and her pies are wishing magic. One bite of her cherry pie and he’ll declare her “the one.”

Jaded attorney Nick doesn’t believe in magic OR Russell’s intentions with Chloe. Pies making wishes come true? Pffft.

But she’s perfect for him—as a fake girlfriend to appease his family-friendly boss. She’s in love with someone else, after all. And he doesn’t do love, especially not with someone so bubbly, so dewy-eyed, so … committed to marching down a wedding aisle.

Plus this girl needs help when it comes to men–a lot of it. He’ll help her lure Russell into dreaded wedded bliss, so long as she’ll pose as his date.

Except Chloe’s wishes begin to go haywire—starting with granting Nick’s and turning all those fake kisses into smoking hot moments of passion.

It turns out Chloe’s not as innocent as he first thought.

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Chloe was late as hell. Thanks to a sleepless night, she’d gotten a late start to Peppermint Sweet. Greta and Scarlett must be wondering where the heck their Saturday morning pies were.

She balanced the three pie boxes in her arms and shut her car door with her foot. Thunderclouds rumbled overhead. She’d have to run.

Pounding on pie pastry last night had turned out to be a good way to get out frustrations. Frustrations about things like how Dolores at the front desk had spilled some gossip about Russell and Suzette Marie, about how Russell was trying to go to France with Suzette Marie on her student school trip. Never mind he hated flying and taught American history for God’s sake.

Chloe jogged around the corner, her purse strap barely staying on her shoulder, and slammed into a wall. A cry flew out of her throat as she stumbled backward. A powerful set of arms caught her before she landed on her butt.

White shirt, blue suit. She looked up. It was Nick.

“Whoa, it’s the pie queen.” He smiled down at her.

Bright purple stains spread over his wide chest.

“Oh, no.” The three paper boxes holding the pies had flattened between them.

He reached down and scooped up some of the pie half-hanging off the edge of the box. He brought it to his lips. “Mmmm. You really are a talented baker.”

“You just ate pie off your shirt.” She stepped back again and let the top box fall to the ground. She managed to keep the other two boxes—totally mashed—in her arms.

He sucked on the end of his thumb. “Five-second rule. Pie’s still good.” He then reached down to the ground and broke off a larger piece from inside the box.

“What are you doing? That is on the ground.”

The Neanderthal rose and pointed a finger at her. “Technically, it was still in the box.” He shoved a sizeable piece in his mouth. His eyes rolled back and his head dropped back. “Mmm. A-mazing.”

“You. Are. A. Savage.”

His eyes sparkled. “I’ve been called worse.” If pride had a physical form, it was now rolling off him in waves.

Chloe wasn’t a violent person. No, indeed. But right now, punching one smug attorney with blueberry stains on his shirt—and now his teeth—would feel sooo good. “I was trying to sell those, you know.”

He shrugged and reached into his back pocket with his blueberry-stained fingers. “How much? I’ll take all three.”

She stepped backward and clutched her two remaining, totally smushed pie boxes. “You will not.”

A woman with her hand hooked into a man’s arm scooted by them. Their faces said everything: “Let’s leave the crazy people be.”

“So, they’re not for sale?” Nick shook his head. “Look. My fault. I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

There was nothing right about any of this. But he had eaten it, so she could wish him away, right?

Nana had specifically marked the blueberry-lavender pie as “for emergencies only.” It basically made everything right again. Blueberries symbolized protection, and lavender represented purity, grace, and calmness. Her life was most definitely in an emergency. First, Russell making moon eyes at Suzette Marie, and now, this guy constantly showing up?

She reached down and picked a small piece up and stuck it in her mouth. She glared at him as she mantra-ed her way to Nick Hollister freedom.

I wish for you to find true love.

I wish for you to find the woman of your dreams.

I wish for you to go off and spend allll your time with that poor wretched woman.

There. She even remembered to make it a positive set of wishes, one of Nana’s golden rules.

I wish for you to leave this town and make your dreams come true.

He chuckled. “See? Still good.”

Then he drew closer. Everything about him was big—too big, like the Hulk about to smash her plans. He had that wicked glint in his eye she didn’t trust—like he was going for more of her pie.

“What did I eat? It was fantastic.”

She tried to scoot by him. “Blueberry-lavender.”

He grasped her arm. “Let me guess. It’s magic.”

She spun back to him and stepped closer. “Go on. Make fun all you want. It matters not to me.”

The man had the gall to smirk down at her. “Chloe, let’s go inside. Talk about my proposition.”

Could the guy not take a hint? “With you? No.” She tossed her chin upward to make her point. “I’d rather go out with a German shepherd than you.” At least dogs were loyal.

“I get that. But would you like to hear what would work with Russell?”

“I know what will work.” She had to get Russell to eat her frackin’ pie—and not off the ground.

“No, you don’t.” He inclined his head toward Peppermint Sweet. “It’s just coffee. Or tea, if you prefer. If you want to know what will work with Russell, you’ll hear me out.”

He took the two ruined pie boxes from her, and somehow, she found herself sitting inside Peppermint Sweet—only with the wrong guy.

Author bio:

Elizabeth SaFleur writes award-winning, luscious romance from 28 wildlife-filled acres, which she shares with her husband and one very spoiled Westie. (He’s the real Dom in the family.) When not immersed in books she can be found dancing or drinking good Virginia wine—not necessarily in that order.

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#ReleaseBlitz “The Sassy Nanny Dilemma” by Elizabeth SaFleur

The Sassy Nanny Dilemma

by Elizabeth SaFleur

Series: Practically Perfect Nannies

Genre: Steamy romantic comedy, steamy contemporary

An opposites-attract romantic comedy


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They can resist each other. Really, they can.

The last thing Ashton Scott needs is more life complications. He has demanding celebrity clients and a six-year-old daughter he didn’t even know he had until recently. His to-do list has no room for Adelaide, a hometown nanny who once had a crush on him.

But now grown up, does she have to be so damned magnetic—and infuriating? Good thing resistance to temptation is his specialty. At least it was…

For Adelaide, life was good before Ash returned to Moorsville. She’d almost forgotten her one and only run-in with the man years ago—the most humiliating experience of her life (and that is saying something).

But now he needs a nanny, and quite frankly, his little girl needs her. His ideas of parenting could fit into a thimble. Not letting the six-year-old get dirty or eat sugar? Ha!

The fact he nearly melts her panties off with his stern face isn’t going to be a problem. Really, it isn’t.

A meet cute, opposites attract, grumpy boss-Miss Sunshine, steamy romantic comedy




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#BookRelease “Inside Out (A Ridiculous Royal Tale Book 1)” by Emem Bassey

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Title: Inside Out

Author: Emem Bassey

Series: A Ridiculous Royal Tale #1

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Publisher: Love Africa Press

Release Date: Dec 3, 2021



Once upon a time, two monarchs from different kingdoms decided to switch their adult daughters with the hope of curbing their inherent character flaws.

Nkoyo, princess of Efik Kingdom, is impetuously problematic, spoilt, and unruly. Wofai, princess of Atam Kingdom, feels easily threatened and has temper issues. So, she screams as a way of expressing her anger.

Will this ridiculous plan save two princesses from themselves?


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#BlogTour “The Bareback Cowboy (Southern Hearts Club, #4)” by Melanie Munton

Title: The Bareback Cowboy (Southern Hearts Club, #4)
Author: Melanie Munton
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: November 23, 2021
Cover Designer: L.J. Anderson at Mayhem Cover Creations
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

He might be one of the best riders in the world,

but she’ll give him the buck of his life.

WOULD YOU RATHER… Go through your entire life without ever falling in love?

OR… Have a rough-and-tumble cowboy stomp all over your heart with his sharpened spurs before riding off into the sunset like John f***ing Wayne?

Yeah, that happened. And frankly, I knew better. All cowboys are trouble. I’ve grown up around them my entire life, so I know how they operate. I’ve broken some of the toughest horses in the business. But for some reason, I found this thoroughbred impossible to resist.

A lot of good it did me too. Nothing but tears and comfort eating in the aftermath.

Suddenly, after a year away with no phone calls or texts to show for it, he’s back. He thinks we can pick up where we left off. But I’ve got news for him: His eight seconds with me are already up.

Little do I know, there’s a reason why he’s come back.
And it’s the absolute last thing I expect.


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“You’re not Quinn Prescott.”

My arm drops. I’m not even sure how to react to that, let alone what to say. My inner brilliance comes up with, “I’m not? Then maybe I should call the DMV and tell them they made a mistake on my ID.”

His frown only deepens. “I don’t hire minors. Even if you’re legal to work, wages get muddy with minors and it’s not worth navigating.”


Cut him.

Is he actually serious? Sure, I’m short. Barely 5’1”. And yeah, I’m pretty small and petite. Always have been. I was teased relentlessly about it in grade school because I always looked years younger than everyone else in my class. Among their many nicknames for me, I think their favorite was “Pipsqueak Prescott.”

But a minor?

This dude must be trippin’ off gin and juice.

“I’m twenty-four,” I state very clearly and a little impatiently.

His expression clears…and there it is. However he was struggling to see me before, he’s somehow figured it out and is now looking at me like he suddenly has free rein to do so. As if he’s actually letting himself really look now.

“I’ve heard that Morty and Quinn Prescott are some of the best horse trainers around,” he says dubiously. “And that you, in particular, have tempered some of the most unmanageable mounts. They say you have a gift.”

My chest swells with enormous pride at the compliment and at the knowledge that influential individuals in our field are actually touting our expertise. But it’s the tone with which he says all of it that rankles on my already prickly nerves.


I huff, planting my hands on my hips. “What exactly were you expecting? A two-hundred-pound cowhand with a sailor’s mouth and a wad of dip in her lip?”

I immediately realize I shouldn’t have said that. Because he seems to take it as an invitation to conduct a more thorough inspection of my body. From the top of my shoulder-length brown hair and diamond stud nose ring, to the tank top and untucked flannel shirt, to the denim shorts, and finally, to my lace-up, calf-high combat boots.

Despite the fact that I first sat a horse at three years old and have grown up in the rodeo business, cowboy boots have never been my thing. They aren’t a prerequisite to being an expert horsewoman, thank you very much. I just feel more comfortable this way.

“The combat boots were a shock,” he eventually says after his gaze once again finds mine.

The urge to grin hits me, but I instantly quash it. Something still has me on the defensive with this cowboy. Then again, I’m always on the defensive. With almost everyone. I can never seem to turn it off.

And something tells me that with this guy, I’m going to have to keep my back up.

Because if I so much as blink, he might try to get me on my back.

Melanie grew up in a small town in the Midwest. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.

Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.

She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.

At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.

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#FREE “That’s My Sister (That’s Our Family Book 1)” by Roxanne Rhaman

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Having a younger, beautiful sister is hard enough. Having one who’s on the cover of magazines and is loved by all? Torture. For single mom Marie Stephens, all she wants is to survive her new business, provide for her children, and ignore the intense feelings she has for her married neighbor.

When her famous sister, Sadie, shows up after a five-year absence, Marie’s normal life ceases to exist. Add in their celebrity-obsessed mother, it’s no wonder they can’t get along.

The most important thing Sadie and Marie will learn? Accepting your sister can change your life.

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#NewRelease “DIMA (Filthy Rich Alphas): (Illustrated Bwwm Dark Mafia Romance)” by Kenya Wright

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FILTHY RICH ALPHAS is a series of standalone interracial romance stories featuring sexy men falling in love with kick ass black heroines. All books explore different tropes, have steamy illustrations, and will have you laughing as you read.

A mind-blowing enemies-to-lovers romance that will set your kindle on fire!

DIMA rules the North of Paradise—a city for the darkest alphas. The only gangster heaven on Earth. Due to his unique talent for capturing brutal enemies, he also heads the Diamond Syndicate with other Paradise Mafia Kings.

However, a serial killer has come to Paradise. And this sicko is targeting top Syndicate members. And Dima is having a challenging time finding the killer due to a sexy reporter constantly getting in his damn way.

ROSE is a Pulitzer prize journalist. Last year, she created political earthquakes in New York from reporting on government corruption. Now that she’s moved to Paradise, her mission is to expose the Diamond Syndicate and all their wrong doings.
Too bad Dima won’t let her.
He blocks.
She pushes.
Sometimes she wins.
But most of the time she submits.
And a dark erotic attraction blazes between them, so hot they can’t ignore it. And she’s catapulted into Paradise’s criminal underworld where gangsters are heroes and the villains are the most unsuspected people. Meanwhile, a killer sits within the shadows, waiting to kill them both.

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#PromoTour “The Bounce Back” by Addie Woolridge

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In this delightfully fiery rom-com from The Checklist author Addie Woolridge, even the worst situations have a silver lining.

Aspiring artist Neale Delacroix should be on top of the world. She’s landed a spot in an exclusive art program that’s sure to be her ticket to success, but then her best shot at stardom goes up in flames – literally. When her relationship follows suit, Neale finds herself a stone’s throw from rock bottom.

Her heart broken and her dream deferred, Neale decides to work a soul-crushing nine-to-five job until the heat dies down. However, that’s not exactly what happens when she meets Anthony, a sizzling coworker with a perfect smile.

Convinced that she breaks everything she touches, Neale’s sworn off art and men. Yet her creative spirit still beckons, and she can’t get Anthony out of her head. She’s caught in that familiar space between daydreams and responsibilities, desperate to find a new way forward. With her future hanging in the balance, Neale must decide if she is down and out…or ready to bounce back.






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Neale stared up at the dingy two-story office building and wondered exactly where in her life she’d gone wrong. She knew there had to have been missteps, since she was in Northgate wearing something so drab only Dylan would find it fun and interviewing for a job at a company that licensed music for the kind of greeting cards that made people wish they’d never gotten a birthday card at all.

Walking toward the building, Neale reached a hand into the pocket of the gray, wide-legged trousers she had borrowed from Dylan and touched the list of interview tactics her sister had attempted to drill into her head over the last few days. After Neale had made the double mistake of not making eye contact with her sister as she’d shaken her hand and accepting a job offer on the spot without asking about the salary or benefits, Dylan had decided Neale needed a proper set of rules if she was to have any hope of landing this job. In classic Dylan fashion, she had even typed up the list and printed it out for Neale, just in case she forgot anything and needed to sneak into the bathroom for a refresher at some point.

“I am a self-directed worker who likes to interact with colleagues.” Neale mumbled Dylan’s catchphrase as she reached for the door, practicing her I’m-likable-but-no-nonsense smile in its grimy reflection. The inside of the building was as gray as the outside, with a hint of fluorescent lighting just to hammer home the cog-in-the-machine experience.

Neale shook her head, then reminded herself that no lobby looked appealing. Just because the building was sad didn’t mean that she wasn’t on a new path to greatness. Looking around to make sure the hallways were empty, she whispered as she walked, “I am detail oriented. I like the job done right.”

Pausing briefly at the building directory to find Happy Hearts’ suite number, 107, Neale continued her recitation: “I like a collaborative work environment.” She had messed that one up in practice.

Apparently, I like crystals on my desk was not what businesses wanted to hear in response to What kind of work environment do you like? Passing suite 105, Neale looked down at the drab green industrial carpet. “I do wish I could bring in crystals, though.”

“Well, Susan keeps plants at her desk, so I don’t see why you couldn’t bring a crystal,” said a voice from behind Neale, almost making her jump out of her borrowed, pointy-toed heels. Clutching her chest, she spun around and found herself face to face with a demigod dressed in a pair of perfectly creased khakis and an equally well-starched pastel-purple button-up. Looking up at the man’s face, Neale experienced several colliding thoughts. The first was that she knew he was a demigod because only a demigod would not have wrinkles in his clothes after 11:00 a.m. The second was that he had absolutely flawless rich-brown skin and the kind of smile that could power New York City at midnight.

Dark eyes sparkled with humor as the man looked at her. Catching sight of the surprise on her face, he frowned. “I’m sorry—it wasn’t my intention to scare you. Are you Neale?”

For a moment Neale remained silent, wondering if the man was a mind reader or if this was part of his demigod power. How else could he know her name? She also wondered if he even had pores.

“I’m Anthony. I work at Happy Hearts. Rich mentioned that he had an interview today,” the man said, interrupting her thoughts and nodding encouragingly at her. Then he paused, placing a hand over his broad chest, and smiled again before adding, “Unless you aren’t Neale. In which case, Calhoun Orthodontia is across the lobby in suite 108.”

“Sorry, you surprised me,” Neale said, finally finding her words. So much for the shoulders-back first impression Dylan had planned for her. “I’m Neale Delacroix.”

“Nice to meet you, Neale. I was just headed back from the mail room when I spotted you,” Anthony said, holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Anthony,” Neale said, trying very hard not to focus on the feel of his hands. Job interviews were not a dating service; it said so on Dylan’s list. She couldn’t fix the thing about the crystals, but she could get the rest of her interview right. Demigod or not, she still needed a job.


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Born and raised outside Seattle, Washington, Addie Woolridge is a classically trained opera singer with a degree in music from the University of Southern California. She also holds a master’s degree in public administration from Indiana University. Her well-developed characters are a result of her love for diverse people, cultures, and experiences.

Woolridge currently lives in Northern California. When she isn’t writing or singing, she can be found baking, training for her sixth race in the Seven Continents Marathon Challenge, or taking advantage of the region’s signature beverage: wine.




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#AudioBlitz “Loaded: A Holiday Romance” by Kilby Blades

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From USA Today bestselling author Kilby Blades, a holiday proposal romance…

When billionaire Marsh’s octogenarian grandmother summons him home for an urgent family dinner, he dreads being force-fed every embarrassing truth about his family he’s tried to forget. Nevermind that Thanksgiving weekend is when he plans to propose to his girlfriend Jada, who knows nothing of his fortune, or that Marsh has hidden her away for years.

But the money may be the least of it—there’s a reason why he’s never brought her to Connecticut. The Brewsters are the special brand of unhinged reserved for the ultra-rich. Subjecting his woke Black girlfriend to his stuffy old money family seems like the least-romantic way to kick off his proposal weekend. After his family’s shenanigans, will Jada even say yes?


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“You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

My lips set in amusement as my gaze shifts from Marsh to the scenery. Autumn has been mild for all the russet and gamboge leaves that still cling to the trees. The sky has the look of snow, but forecasts insist it will hold off another day. Dry roads and mild November temperatures should find us speeding up the Taconic Parkway. But Marsh is taking it slow.

“I’m not nervous.” Marsh’s smooth baritone holds a calm I once believed in when we’d first started dating. Marsh is the kind of man who can soothe nerves—or raise hell—without ever raising his voice. Quiet control is his gambit, made more believable by his natural confidence. But I’ve seen his game and know every one of his tells.

“Oh, yeah?” My sly gaze slides back to his face. “Then why are we doing forty-five in a fifty-five?”

“I like to obey traffic laws.” His slow, cheeky smile cops to the ridiculousness of the lie.

“Do you also like blood flow in your extremities?” I jut my chin toward his grip that white-knuckles the steering wheel, eyeing the speedometer again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him take a highway drive under sixty-five.

We’ve passed the point in our relationship that merits an out-loud answer to every question. Entire conversations are had with the slightest quirk of a lip, the precision of a gaze, or the clever maneuver of a brow. And so should it be for a couple who has been together for four years. The look he gives me then relents, admitting with the clarity of a church bell: You caught me. I’m totally freaking out.

“Baby…these are your blood relatives, not a pit of vipers. Besides, you know I can hold my own.”

Marsh does know that. Hell, everyone knows better than to go up against me, Jada Jones, titan of industry and one of the most successful venture capitalists on Sand Hill Road. Marsh is among the rare breed who actually means it when he says that being with a powerful woman is a turn-on. He has admitted to me that watching his girlfriend hand start-up CEOs their asses gets him a little hard. His eyes positively smolder when I put my bossy boots on.

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” he murmurs.

“You forget that I’ve met them. Several times,” I point out. I’ve shared good times with his divorced parents, Kate and Marshall Senior, over the years when they’ve paid separate visits to their son. “They’re a bit non-traditional…but, babe, your family’s really nice.”

“Correction. You’ve met my parents. They’re the ones who rebelled. The ones who got out of the family.”

“You make it sound like the mafia. You do realize that your family owns a textile mill and isn’t an old country crime syndicate, right?”

Marsh doesn’t share my humor. “My parents aren’t as bad as the others. They’re on the lovable end of the crackpot spectrum.”

“So it’s a spectrum, huh? What’s on the opposite end?”

He takes his eyes off of the road long enough to cast a haunted look my way.

“Totally over the top.”

I shake my head. “Please. The Bay Area is crackpot central. If I had a dollar for every chem trails conspiracy theorist I had to dodge at Berkeley Bowl…”

His responding smile looks forced. For the past two days, I’ve sensed his anxiety around returning home. Marsh has never gone to Connecticut for the holidays in all the years we’ve dated and I’ve never asked why. I’m certain he has his reasons. He has never relished the quarterly trips he makes from San Francisco to Hartford, solo voyages in service of his position on the Brewster Textiles board. And he never says much about it—only that he goes out of love and duty to his grandmother.

All I really know is that his family has run a small business milling wool for the better part of one-hundred years. His octogenarian grandmother, who Marsh calls Maw Maw, is the CEO. She’s summoned all Brewsters with special expertise to sit on the Board of Directors. Marsh has been asked because he’s an attorney—never mind that his area of expertise is human rights.

What always catches my attention whenever I overhear him on the phone with Connecticut is the change in Marsh’s tone. That he becomes so gentle when reasoning with what sounds like a stubborn woman only makes me love him more.

“JJ…” He uses his nickname for me, speaking in a low, sorrowful tone, as if breaking upsetting news. “California people are the crunchy version of quirky. Lovably eccentric quirky. Eight-dollar-bamboo-fiber-dental-floss quirky. But quirky isn’t a strong enough term for my family. They take it to another level. And I don’t want to scare you, but we’re not in California anymore. This is the East Coast.”

Marsh sounds more frantic by the second. Though, if he thinks his warnings will make me less curious to meet his extended family—especially the elusive Maw Maw—he’s wrong.

“Babe,” I argue gently, hoping he isn’t too far gone to calm down. “The only one who sounds over the top right now is you.”



Kilby Blades is a USA Today best selling author of Romance and Women’s Fiction. Her debut novel, Snapdragon, was a HOLT Medallion finalist and a Publisher’s Weekly BookLife Prize Semi-Finalist; her recent novel, The Secret Ingredient was a finalist in the RWA Vivian Contest. She has been lauded by critics for “easing feminism and equality into her novels” (IndieReader) and “writing characters who complement each other like a fine wine does a good meal” (Publisher’s Weekly). Kilby is a feminist, an oenophile, a cinephile, a social-justice fighter, and above all else, a glutton for a good story.


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