Love Those Candy Hearts
Three more romances to start the week off right!
One Kiss by Misty Simon
Was that one kiss only New Year’s eve magic, or something more?
Ever After by Candace Sams
Can Keira and Dillon put aside their differences in time to find an ever after love?
JeT’Aime by Ursula Whistler
Love is its own language.
For You by Emma Kaye
Financial advisor Drew wants more in his life than work, but hasn’t met anyone…until he risks his life to save a friend, and wakes up in Regency London, the spitting image of a lost-at-sea earl whose bed he is sprawled across. Leaning over him is the earl’s lovely widow Julia, Lady Engledown, who is bereft, not because her heinous husband is gone but because he drained her inheritance and made no arrangements for her and his mother. The selfish cousin has already staked claim to the family estate. Masquerading as the returned earl, to whom Drew bears an uncanny resemblance, Drew rights the financial wrongs he uncovers, along the way realizing Julia is the woman for him. Too bad she’s from a different century. Emma Kaye gives us what we want in a time-travel Regency romance—an entertaining story juxtaposing Drew’s modern off-the-cuff responses with the proper conduct of Lady Engledown—until we happily discover Lady Julia is not so proper in the bedroom. In the best of historical traditions, at the end, Drew is rewarded for putting concern for those he cares about above any concern about himself. A well-done story sure to please regency and romance readers alike.
Riverton Cafe Owner Maggie Dishes on Megan and Jason from I’m Sure
Maggie, the owner of Peggy’s café in Riverton, California, is a chatterbox these days. She’s excited about the upcoming February 10th release of my Candy Heart Series title I’m Sure. She’s got a supporting role, as do two of her sandwiches, and she thinks—well, she can tell you herself…
Maggie rearranges her ash-blond-from a bottle locks to settle over her shoulders, framing the very ample chest she’s showcasing in a bustier-inspired top straight from the racks at Forever 21. Because that describes Maggie—who is on the high side of fifty—to a T; Forever 21. She finishes with an upward push on her hair near her crown, for height. Blinking her mascara-laden eyes, she blots her pink-frosted lips on a tissue. “Oh, am I on?”
Yes, Maggie, you are so on.
“Hi everybody. I’m Maggie. I run Peggy’s café, the best place to eat, not just in Riverton, but anywhere around here. You should see our menu, which is real cute.” Her long French manicured nails on display, she pulls a laminated card from one of her counter racks. “I’ve got one right here. I’ve named all the sandwiches, you know?” After a moment of indecision, she retrieves leopard reading glasses from under the counter, balances them on her nose, and starts reading. “Like The Sky is Falling—that’s a chicken sandwich with everything on it, and–” She jerks her head up.
I just reminded her what we are talking about today.
“Oh, yea, Megan Donovan. The water garden designer.” Maggie slips her glasses off and releases a loud exhale. “I gotta admit, that long hair of hers, that copper shade, is to die for.” She purses her shining lips. “But I really think that girl could use more make up. Where are her eyelashes? And every time she comes in for lunch with that friend who works with her, it’s like the girl’s been on year-long safari. Khakis, boots, mud spattered.” Maggie shakes her head. “Until the other day. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she walks through the door wearing a clean T-shirt–although it did need sparkles or somethin’–with this man.” Maggie’s eyes widen. “I’d never seen him before, but woo-wheeee. Tall. Cheekbones. A body that would take no prisoners. Calendar material.” Her eyelids dip lazily as her glossed-mouth widens into a cat-ingesting-cream smile. “What a woman wouldn’t want to do with that man.”
Did she just close her eyes? Her lunch rush could start any moment…
When Maggie’s lids pop back up, her gaze bright. “Jason.” She claps her beringed hands. “That was his name. Jason. He entered my candy heart contest for a free lunch…after I asked him, too, anyhow. I hope he wins, and brings Megan. I like her. She’s due for romance, if you ask me.” She snaps her gaze up, peering into the ceiling rafters of her café. “St. Valentine, you listenin’…?”
Real Love by Charlotte Copper
Monda is on her way to be delivered to her new master when her spaceship crash lands on an unknown planet. Her mistress is unconscious; Lieutenant Patrick Lancaster is anything but when he steps out of his shuttle craft and lands his gaze on this blue-haired vision. Monda dreams of a love pairing, and this unexpected detour may offer an escape from her expected path. But has the alluring Patrick already chosen his ship mate Demonna for his love mate? Monda wants to be rescued from her fate, Patrick is the man to do it, and Charlotte Copper is the author to write a charming story with a surprising twist about these two in a fantasy universe, keeping us happily engaged right to the very end. Monda is no helpless victim. A few more blinks of her large eyes, an introduction to popcorn, movies, and sweet candy hearts on the mother ship, and Monda could find her fantasy coming true…
