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Sunday, 30 November 2025

Stacking the Shelves [124]!


Stacking The Shelves is a meme hosted by Tynga’s Reviews and Reading Reality where we show what books we got recently. I do this post once a month.

Stacking The Shelves is all about sharing the books you’re adding to your shelves, be it buying or borrowing. From ‘real’ books you’ve purchased, a book you’ve borrowed, a book you’ve been given or an e-book, they can all be shared!

Purchased (Ebooks):



Purchased (Paperbacks/hardbacks):

I, unfortunately, didn't buy any paperbacks or hardbacks this month.

Gifted from Authors/Publishers:

I, unfortunately, didn't receive any paperbacks or hardbacks this month.

For Review from Author/Netgalley/Edelweiss:


Saturday, 29 November 2025

Book Blitz: It Came Upon One Christmas Eve by S.R. Kerr!


This is a selection of short stories perfect for the dark, cold nights of the Christmas season. Each warm tale is set on Christmas Eve and is best enjoyed from a comfortable armchair by the fireside, as the special ambience of Christmas fills the room and our hearts.

Within these six stories, you will discover a rich variety of seasonal magic. One tale takes you to a snowbound ancestral home, where family secrets are finally revealed beneath a blanket of white. Another follows a German refugee in the 1940s who, by joining the local junior football team, finds hope and a sense of belonging during the festive period.

You'll also encounter unexpected meetings at a lonely country crossroads, where characters' destinies become entwined on the most magical night of the year. The collection journeys further afield to the warmth and wonder of an Australian Christmas, where high summer temperatures provide a striking contrast to the traditional spirit of the season.

One story features two old neighbours returning to their hometown, doing their utmost to recreate the cherished Christmases of years gone by. Each narrative offers its own unique perspective on the joy, togetherness and wonder that define this special time of year.

This book is lovingly crafted for readers of all ages and backgrounds who delight in the spirit of Christmas. Let these stories bring warmth and festive cheer into your home.


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Author bio:

Steve's interest in writing came from the early 1970s when his somewhat unconventional English teacher encouraged his creativity. His creativity and imagination went back however to childhood when he would create stories and draw them in a series of pictures. He has always had a strong interest in History and music. As a teenager he composed many songs but never met with success his creative abilities were slowly channeled into writing books.

His first Novel " A Cafe In Arcadia",about life in an insular Greek town, was published in 2014. He had already published " The Christmas Tree Of Tales " in 2013 under the name S R Kerr Under the same name,he also published another book of short stories for Christmas,"It Came Upon One Christmas Eve". In 2021 he published another novel "The Winding Streets Of Kolonaki" set in Athens. His last book to be published was the non-fiction Eurovision ;A Plea For Respect (Continental Songs And British attitudes). 

He counts a love of music in his interests as well as travel and reading. He has travelled extensively to places as diverse as Pakistan and Peru and hopes to visit Japan, Hong Kong and the USA in the near future. Growing up next to the beach on the River Tay in his home town was a a major influence on him as was living in a castle. He was always interested in anthropology and visiting other countries where he often immersed himself in their culture. Places he visited and lived in inspired much of his writing, as did his interest in psychology, people watching. He worked as a lecturer, tutor, journalist, civil servant in London where at a point he shared a house with the group The Test Department. He is at the moment working on three other books 1) Short Stories For Christmas 2) The afternoons of Sanjay Bassinger 3) The Golden Road To Glyfada.

Friday, 28 November 2025

Audiobook Blitz & Giveaway: Her Filthy Enemy [Her Sweet Seduction 03] by Adele Knight!


Excerpt!

What do you do when snowed in alone with an arrogant flirt?

Don’t walk in on him in the shower.
Too late.
I can’t look away, and Noah loves the attention.
But it doesn’t mean anything…
He’s the guy who never goes home alone, and I’m the shy book nerd whose idea of a good time is staying late at the library and binging on red licorice.
Noah thinks I’m so forgettable that he can’t remember my name, even though we share the same group of friends. So when the roads clear and our mutual friends finally turn up, including Eric—the sweet guy who wants to be more than friends—I’m determined to forget about water dripping off muscles and fists wrapped around…
But now Noah’s acting differently. Sitting close to me, touching me, calling me by my actual name…
It’s almost like he’s jealous, but that’s ridiculous.
Except, I swear the bathroom door was unlocked before I walked in.
Noah didn’t leave it open on purpose…or did he?


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Author bio:

Adele Knight likes her red wine with chocolate and her sweet romances with lots of heat. Her spicy stories are a bedtime treat with enough spark to warm your sheets and alluring characters to make you beg for more.
When she's not writing, Adele can be found lost in other fantasy worlds. Whether it's a hairy beast and a talking candle-stick or black leather and heels, Adele loves her heroines feisty and her heroes irresistible.

Tuesday, 25 November 2025

Book Blitz & Giveaway: The Christmas Wish: in Twinkle Falls [Twinkle Falls 06] by Freda Ann!


Excerpt!

   When I open the back door to the parking lot, I practically walk into someone. “Sorry about—”
   With my mouth still hanging open, my dog whines as I search the beautiful woman’s eyes before me saying, “Rochelle, hey! Did uh, did you get my text last night?”
   “Excuse me, can we get by?” An elderly man asks.
   “Yes, of course. Sorry about that.” I state while Beau and I step to the side, holding the door for him and a woman close to his age before moving so we don’t block anyone else.
   “Hello, Jesse.” Rochelle locks eyes with me, appearing a bit nervous. “Uh, sorry, but I didn’t notice your message until I dropped the kids off at school.” She glances at my dog.
   “It’s okay. This here is Beau. Can uh, can you sit with me for a few minutes?” I ask raising a brow.
   Rustling my dog’s ears, she looks around and says, “I guess so.”
   As we go back inside, Bridgette cuts her eyes at us from behind the coffee bar. Smiling at Roe, she says, “I think there’s a table open by the fireplace, if that works?”
   My eyes lock with Rochelle’s as she concedes, “Sure, that’ll work.”
   Bridgette smirks at her and leads the way to our table. “Here we go. Would you like some coffee?” She asks while I point to the floor near the wall for Beau to lay down out of the way.
   “Yes, please.” We answer at the same time grinning.
   Following a few minutes of silence as we stare out the front window facing the park, I turn and say, “Thanks for agreeing to sit with me. I um, wanted to apologize for not responding to your message. It took me by surprise since I hadn’t heard from you for so long and—”
   “No, you don’t need to do that. If anyone apologizes, it should be me. There’s something I have to tell you so please bear with me.”
   She starts blinking as if she has something in her eye, but I see a tear making its way over her perfect cheekbone. Why is she crying?
   “Hey, what’s wrong? Are the kids okay?” I lay my hand on top of hers gently squeezing it.
   Nodding, she explains. “It’s my Mom. She was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. She had to have a double mastectomy and go through chemo.”
   Scooting my chair next to hers I tuck Rochelle under my arm holding her for what seemed like hours. When I feel her relaxing against me, I kiss the top of her head.
   “I can’t begin to express how sorry I am for your mom and for what your family has been through. If only I had known, I would have been there for you.”
   It was then when she lost all composure and slowly melted into me. At that moment two became one and the crowd around us disappeared and nothing else mattered.

After my husband died overseas in an ambush, our kids became my world. He was my one and only—I could never meet anyone who makes me feel the way he did.

(Rochelle)

Needing a fresh start last year, I took my kids to Twinkle Falls for Christmas, but meeting Jesse was never part of my plan. When my best friend introduced us, this retired police officer’s charm and infectious smile started breaking down my walls.

Me and the kids agreed to make Twinkle Falls our forever home at the end of our three month break—but something went horribly wrong after returning home to pack up our things.

(Jesse)

After losing touch with Rochelle once she stopped all communication with me, I knew I’d been ghosted. Roe was the one person I could imagine a future with when my ex left me once I became an amputee.

With my buddies trying to fix me up, I decide it’s time to move on from the past.

(Rochelle)

Nine months after our planned move, me and the kids arrive in Twinkle Falls with everything we own after purchasing a home. Feeling horrible the way I left things with Jesse, our friends agree to let me be the one to tell him we’re here once me and the kids get settled.

Now ready to share the news, I texted Jesse asking if we can talk, but days go by with no response.

While having lunch with my friends I glance around the restaurant and my jaw drops. I see why Jesse didn’t respond to my message—he’s found another woman—the one whose hands are all over him.

Can a Christmas wish intervene and seal this couple’s fate?


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Author bio:

Freda Ann is fondly known for her sweet/clean, HEA RomComs. Her loyal fans and reviewers have compared several of her books to Hallmark movies. Many have hit #1 in multiple categories after release.

She writes relatable, faith and family based love stories which include kids and adorable dogs. Her writing style appeals to people of all ages. Her books will take you on an emotional journey with likable characters, and dreamy settings you'll wish you could visit.

After retiring from a career in the law enforcement field, Freda feels blessed to be able to write and self-publish her stories for everyone to read. She adores her large family, 5 children and 9 grandchildren, and hosts monthly family gatherings.

To hear about new releases, please follow her on Amazon and also on Goodreads.



Giveaway!


The Christmas Wish in Twinkle Falls Blitz

Monday, 24 November 2025

Release Day Blitz: Chasing Lyric by K E Osborn!

I don’t do privileged pretty boys.
Especially ones who waltz into my flower shop flashing Hallmark smiles like they own the place.

Chase Malone is everything I should run from—smooth, confident, too damn sure he can play me like his favorite melody.
But then fate, a runaway goat, and tracks of eighties rock on repeat push us into a rhythm neither of us asked for. And somewhere between the laughter and silence, I hear the truth in the spaces he tries to hide.

I thought we were in tune.

Instead, after months of his beautiful symphony, I uncovered his perfect illusion—Chase Malone, the greatest lie I ever let myself fall for.

Now I’m caught in his song, with his desperate attempts to be that perfect Hallmark hero and win me back. But I just don’t know if this love story ends in harmony… or heartbreak.


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Author bio:

With a flair for all things creative, USA Today Bestselling Author K E Osborn, is drawn to the written word. Exciting worlds and characters flow through her veins, coming to life on the page as she laughs, cries, and becomes enveloped in the storyline right along with you. She's entirely at home when writing sassy heroines and alpha males that rise from the ashes of their pasts.

K E Osborn comforts herself with tea and Netflix, after all, who doesn't love a good binge?
Explosive. Addictive. Romance. at www.keosbornauthor.com

Saturday, 22 November 2025

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Hustled [Beautiful Players 01] by Roya Carmen!



Excerpt!

   "I officially rescind any future proposals. There will be no money. You're absolutely right. You're not a whore, and I’ve been completely out of line. You may go now."
   My jaw drops to the floor. Who does this guy think he is? "I may go now?"
   "Yes, please go. " He pulls away, and I ache for him. The sudden absence of his warmth leaves me hollow inside, like someone has scooped out my insides with a cold spoon.
   My body betrays me completely—my skin prickles with goosebumps, my breath catches in my throat, and there's this terrible, painful emptiness that only he can fill. I lean forward slightly, instinctively chasing his touch before I catch myself.
   The space between us feels charged with electricity, crackling with unspoken need. A hint of his cologne—that tangy, distinct scent—still lingers in my nostrils, teasing me, reminding me of how close he was just seconds ago. My fingers twitch at my sides, wanting to reach out, to pull him back against me.
   I hate the power he has over me. I hate how my body responds to his without my permission, like it belongs to him instead of me. But I can't deny the physical ache that spreads through me, radiating from my core outward, making me feel both weak and desperately alive at the same time.
   I shove him hard.
   He recovers quickly. “Do I need to call security?"
   I watch him as he walks away from me. I've really done it this time. What must the man think of me? He reaches into his desk. For a chequebook? For a security button?
   I huff. I hate him so much, I can't stand it. "And another thing, Mister. You're not as perfect as you think. One of your ears sticks out more than the other… it makes you look goofy.”
   His gaze reaches mine, and that maddening smile curves his lips again. "Is that so? I never realized. Thank you so much for bringing that to my attention, Jenna."
   Just as he's about to take a seat at his desk, he changes his mind and stands. "Let me show you out," he says cooly, and every syllable grates me — how dare he be so calm and collected, when I just want to rip his head off.
   But when we get to the door, he presses me against it, his body claiming mine—and I lose complete control.
   I'm his. All his.
   His hands find the hem of my skirt, rough and demanding as he hikes it up. My back presses against the cold door, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pinning me there. I gasp as his fingers trail up my thighs, leaving fire in their wake.
   "Tell me to stop," he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. "Tell me you don't want this."
   But I can't. The words won't come. All I can manage is a desperate whimper as his hands climb higher, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My head falls back against the door with a soft thud.
   "Caine," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.

Fun and Games.
An indecent proposal.
And a whole lot of heartbreak.

Pro billiards player Caine Hall is hot as hell. When he walks into the pool hall I co-own with my husband Reeves, I nearly fall all over myself. Over a few playful games, we get to know each other. He’s smooth and sly, and Reeves instantly hates his guts. He’d kick him out if Mr. Hall didn’t just happen to be our landlord.

He says he wants to help us, and we’re all ears. But when he makes us an outrageous proposal, we can’t believe the gall of the man. Caine wants to spend time with me. It’s innocent enough, albeit very weird. We’re desperate because we’re behind on our rent, so eventually, after much pondering, we reluctantly accept.

Caine treats me like a princess and shows me a whole new world. He takes things slow, just like he does at the pool table. Yet… he scares me — he’s intense and obsessive. And as he abuses his power, his demands and proposals intensify.

Reeves and I are falling apart. We keep telling ourselves we’ll say no next time, but Caine has got us both under his spell, efficiently manipulating us both in very different ways.

I’m anxious about my marriage and my unpredictable, hot-tempered husband. Yet I can’t stop thinking about Caine. He’s in my head. He’s under my skin. Reeves and I have agreed that this is simply a financial arrangement, something we’re doing for our livelihood.

So why have I let Caine hustle his way into my heart?


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Author bio:

Mom, writer, bookworm, comic artist, and hopeless romantic.

Author of The Ground Rules trilogy, the One Week series, the Riverstones series, the Orchard Heights series, and the You collection.

ALL my books are standalone reads with the exception of The Ground Rules Book 2 and 3. Although the books are standalone reads, when reading a complete series, it is best to do so in chronological order to avoid spoilers. And if you're a comics fan, check out my comic book: A Romantic Life. :)

Friday, 21 November 2025

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Lovely Torment [Savage Hearts Syndicate 02] by Kimberly Quinn!



Excerpt!

   Hell, maybe she really didn’t know. My hatred for the bastard had clouded not only my thoughts but my actions and my fucking judgment. Maybe it had hidden my respect for her too.
   And along with it, the brutal truth of my unmitigated and disastrous obsession.
   “I thought it was obvious.” The infuriating, crawling burn crept up the back of my neck. “I can’t fucking stand that he touched you. That he hurt you.”
   “Oh.” A faint blush bloomed across her cheeks.
   Fuck, it was sexy.
   Without thinking, I pulled our entwined hands to my chest. Right over my hammering heart. “And you talk about it like it was your fault. Like you asked for the trauma. Like there’s any fucking version of this that can justify the horrible shit he did to you.”
   “I know it’s not all my fault. Not really. And there are things I’ve never said out loud. Things I haven’t been ready to face. But…” Uncertainty caught in her throat as the tension between us pulled tight, almost painful.
   “But what?”
   “Maybe it’s time I did.”
   Her hushed words brushed my skin, and a sharp, crackling heat licked down my spine. “I’m listening.”
   She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, and my jaw tensed. Fuck, she had no idea what that did to me. She held it there, tormenting me, before finally letting it slip free—glistening and inviting. Goddamn irresistible.
   She lifted her free hand and pressed it to my chest, just beside our entwined fingers. Her grip tightened in my shirt as if she couldn’t bring herself to let go. “I told you I trusted you. And I do. At least I want to.”
   Her trust should’ve scared me. Because fuck, I could’ve so easily corrupted it. Twisted it into something dark and selfish. Hell, part of me still thought I should. That it was the smartest move. The surest path to revenge.
   But in that moment, with need coiling inside me, I felt nothing but greedy anticipation. The urge to take her deepest fears and darkest secrets and claim them for myself. Just like the rest of her.

He’s cold, calculating, and lethal. A killer.

He’s also my hero.
Finn Decker rescued me from a life in captivity, but not out of mercy. I’m his key to destroying the Bratva leader who shattered both our lives. A pawn in his ruthless game of vengeance.

I should be afraid. I should run.

Instead, I’m drawn to the darkness in his eyes, the craving he ignites, and the promise of retribution he offers. And I realize—I want him to use me in ways that have nothing to do with revenge.
Only, it’s hard to tell if I’m his leverage, his weakness, or something far more dangerous.
His.
Because in a war this savage, there’s no room for mistakes.
Or love.


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Author bio:

Kimberly is a contemporary romance author, born procrastinator, and lover of morally gray heroes. She enjoys lively conversations, usually with imaginary people, and can often be found daydreaming at work.

She writes gritty, messy, dangerous romances, featuring beautifully flawed characters, pursuing love at all costs. It's romance with rough edges.

When she’s not busy writing, you can find her with a coffee in hand, dog at her side, and exploring the wilds of her hometown in Ontario, Canada… Or on her couch, getting lost in a good story.
Giveaway!


Lovely Torment Blitz


Thursday, 20 November 2025

Book Blitz: Under the Paris Moon [Whirlwind Romances 01] by Rebecca Heflin!


A fifty-something divorcee, an aging movie star, and a ruse worthy of a romcom.

Eleanor Marshall is the worst kind of cliché—a fifty-something divorcee thrown over for a younger woman. Her best friend thinks it’s time for a reset, and she has just the thing. She enters Eleanor in a contest to win a dream date in Paris with a real life romcom heartthrob.

Aging actor, Geoffrey Harrison, is struggling to resuscitate his flagging romcom movie career—turns out romantic heroes are only getting younger. So, when his agent cooks up a social media contest, Geoffrey agrees to a romantic dinner with the winner . . . the unexpectedly attractive Eleanor.

When the publicity stunt blows up the internet, Geoffrey talks Eleanor into a ten-day fake romance, complete with handholding, candlelight dinners, and, of course, kissing. It’s like something straight out of one of his movies. And just like in the movies, it isn’t long before their fake romance is anything but. However, before Eleanor can admit her feelings for Geoffrey, her fragile trust is shattered.

Can Geoffrey script a Hollywood ending and win Eleanor back? Or will she deny herself a second chance at her own happily-ever-after?


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Author bio:

I've dreamed of writing romantic fiction since I was fifteen and my older sister sneaked a copy of Kathleen Woodiwiss' Shanna to me and told me to read it. Now I write women's fiction and contemporary romance under the name Rebecca Heflin.

In case you're wondering, Rebecca Heflin is an abbreviated version of my great-great grandmother's name: Sarah Anne Rebecca Heflin Apple Smith. Whew! And you wondered why I shortened it.

I'm a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Florida Romance Writers, RWA Contemporary Romance, RWA Aged to Perfection Seasoned Romance Writers, and Florida Writers Association. My mountain-climbing husband and I recently located to central Virginia.

Wednesday, 19 November 2025

Book Blitz & Giveaway: A Sabre in the Hemlock [Blade Bound Saga 02] by Dorothy Dreyer!


Excerpt!

   His jaw flexes. “You used your magic again.”
   “Dante—”
   “You promised you wouldn’t,” he says, voice quiet but taut, threaded with frustration. “You said you’d wait. You said you’d let Ezra figure it out.”
   “I never promised,” I snap back, chin lifting. “You asked me not to, but I never agreed.”
   “You bled, Celeste.” He leans closer, his voice low, heated. “I could tell something was wrong, even from the water. And what I couldn’t see, Nadya filled me in on.”
   Of course she did.
   “I had to help you.” The words come out louder than I intend, sharp with the emotion I’ve been burying all day. “They sent armed soldiers after you. You were bleeding underwater. You could have been pummeled by a f***ing tsunami. You don’t get to ask me to sit and watch you die.”
   His hands flex, fists clenching just beneath the surface. “And what if helping me had killed you instead?”
   I stare at him, my breath shallow. I don’t have an answer—not one that would make him feel better.
   He paces a few steps through the water, raking a hand through his hair until it curls wild and damp around his temples. “Gods, you’re so damn stubborn.”
   “And you’re so damn arrogant if you think you can tell me when and how I’m allowed to use a power that’s mine.”
   He turns sharply, water sluicing off his chest, his gaze fierce enough to stop me in place. He crosses the space between us with quick, sure strides—and suddenly, he’s there, his hands finding me beneath the water, one arm locking around my waist, the other curling so that his hand is tugging the hair at the nape of my neck.
   The heat of him burns through the chill. My breath stutters.
   “Of course you’d fight me,” he mutters, his voice hoarse against my cheek. “Even when I’m trying to protect you.”
   “And of course you’d push me,” I breathe back, “even when I’m trying to save you.”
   The air thrums between us, thick with something neither of us is willing to yield. My pulse hammers as his thumb grazes the side of my throat, slow and reverent, like he’s trying to memorize the beat of my heart.
   “I told you,” he says, his forehead almost brushing mine, “you bleed for no one.”
   “And I told you,” I whisper, “you don’t get to decide that.”
   His jaw tightens—and then, in one breath, his lips are on mine.

With enemies closing in and magic slipping from her control, Celeste draws closer to unraveling a prophecy that could cost her the man she loves—as well as her soul.

In the wake of the carnoraxis attack on Ivystone Citadel, Celeste Westergaard’s battle for her future has only just begun. Trapped under the king’s watchful eye and hiding the magic awakening within her, Celeste must play the role expected of her, all the while uncovering secrets buried throughout Terre Ferique.

As the royal court embarks on a tour to solidify Dante’s claim to legitimacy, whispers of war and treachery follow their every step. The Shadow Tsar’s reach is growing, and the prophecy that fuels his reign foretells the rise of a power that will bring his downfall—one tied to the blood of the fae.

From glittering courts to bloodstained battlefields, Celeste must walk a knife’s edge between duty and desire, deception and truth. Because if the tsar discovers who she really is, he won’t just come for her magic, he’ll come for her soul.
 

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Author bio:

Dorothy Dreyer is a Philippine-born American living in Germany with her family. She is an award-winning, USA Today Bestselling Author of fantasy, romance, and horror books that usually have some element of magic or the supernatural in them. Aside from reading, she enjoys movies, binge-watching series, chocolate, take-out, traveling, and having fun with friends and family. She tends to sing sometimes, too, so keep her away from your Karaoke bars.

Tuesday, 18 November 2025

Book Blitz & Giveaway: Fabulously Flawed [Keeney Builds 03] by Lynne Hancock Pearson!


Excerpt!

   Hoping Carl would indeed wind up at her place, Sylvie had spent the morning in a cleaning frenzy, and her kitchen shone. There were fresh, fluffy towels in the sparkling bathroom, vacuum tracks on the carpet, and most importantly, clean sheets on the bed. Afterward, she’d collapsed on the couch.
   But then she didn’t like the placement of the living room furniture, so she’d arranged and rearranged it to look cozier, and placed candles artfully around the room. To say she was nervous was an understatement. Images of Carl naked and hovering over her had haunted her dreams. She had no doubt the reality would be even better.
   Part of her dream came true about twenty minutes later.
   Having told Carl to get comfortable, she’d gone into the kitchen to assemble a late-night snack. From the fridge, she pulled the cheeseboard she’d assembled that morning and the wine. And not her usual box of Okanagan Porchbanger. For this momentous night—at least she hoped it would be—she’d splurged on a higher-end bottle. On a waiting tray, she arranged the cheeseboard, plates, napkins, and two glasses of wine.
   Carl sat on the couch, one arm draped along the back of the cushions. She’d been right about the candles because the soft light made his dark eyes shine. Transfixed by the invitation in his smile, she walked into the living room and promptly tripped.
   Moving quickly, Carl leaped from the couch to catch the falling glasses, but not before the contents splashed across his face, to drip down his chest. Cheese, crackers, cornichons, and cured meats were scattered across the coffee table that Sylvie had relocated earlier that day. Holding the two glasses, Carl blinked drops of wine from his lashes.
   Sylvie’s mouth hung open as she stared at him in dismay. “Oh my God! I am so, so sorry!”
   “It’s okay,” he said, smacking his lips. “I like a good rosé.” He set the glasses on the tray and took it from Sylvie’s hands. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”
   Pain radiated from where her knee had connected with the stupid coffee table. It wasn’t bleeding, but she’d have a lovely bruise tomorrow. “No,” she replied, bending her knee experimentally. “I’m fine, but your shirt isn’t.” Soaked through in spots, the fabric was rapidly turning pink.
   He took the tray into the kitchen and returned, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from the waistband of his trousers. “It’ll wash. But do you have a towel? I’d like to clean up a bit.”
   After guiding him to the bathroom and handing him a towel, Sylvie went to clean up the mess. The good news was that nothing had broken, and only Carl had gotten wet. The bad news was…she sucked at seduction. He probably had an Uber on the way, ready to make his escape. She scooped the remains of her carefully planned evening off the coffee table and got down on her knees to retrieve tiny pickles from under the couch.
   She turned to look when Carl returned, and her mouth hung open again. Hands shoved into his trouser pockets, and shirtless, he was a sight to behold. A smattering of hair covered his pectoral muscles and arrowed down his taut belly. The slopes and dips that defined the muscles of his arms and chest called to her, and she rose from the floor, knowing she was staring and not caring a bit.

Small town. Big dreams. One renovation that changes everything.

After three years of climbing the corporate ladder, Carl can practically taste the corner office with his name on the door. However, caring for his injured grandmother takes precedence, forcing his return to Keeney. But not to stay. Career-wise, the small town is a dead end, and others have their eye on that corner office.

Trading boardroom strategy for work boots and hard hats, Carl rejoins Keeney Building Supply to work as a general contractor—temporarily. He’s made that clear to everyone, including Sylvie.

Years ago, they parted ways before their mutual attraction could ignite, and Sylvie moved on, partnering with a charming developer who shared her excitement for flipping houses. However, charm can be deceiving—the developer wanted only her money, not her heart, leaving her plans in ruins.

Carl steps in, offering friendship, ice cream, and a new opportunity for her own home renovation business. Sylvie’s spark returns, and their attraction kindles, but Carl keeps his distance.

With his grandmother well on her way to recovery, there’s nothing to keep him in the small town. His future is waiting, and it’s not in Keeney.

Or is it?


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Author bio:

Lynne Hancock Pearson writes fun, flirty, feel-good fiction that simmers at low heat. Set in the Pacific Northwest, they are stories of people finding their way, even if it takes a while to get there.

She lives near Seattle with two and a half finicky felines and one long-suffering husband. She is a left-handed middle child who grew up in the Great White North and is a proud member of the Métis Nation of Canada.