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‘Tis the Season RELEASE

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Passages, Book 1

Holiday, Gay, Romance, New Adult

Date Published: December 01, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

Is it possible to be both a good Jew and a gay man? Jonah Dillon
doesn’t think so. He can’t reconcile his faith with his
attraction to men so he turns his back on Judaism. Away at college for the
holidays, he plans to lose his virginity to Christian, the blue-eyed, blond,
goy of his dreams.

But fate intervenes when Jonah meets Aaron Beck, an observant Jew, and they
end up celebrating Hanukkah together. Aaron tells Jonah they’re
beschert—meant to be. Jonah’s not sure he believes it, but he’s
lonely and welcomes Aaron’s company even if he has to celebrate Hanukkah to
get it.

Can Aaron bridge the gap and convince Jonah to take a leap of faith? Or
will they have to give up their desire for a future together?

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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‘Tis the Season TEASER

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Passages, Book 1

Holiday, Gay, Romance, New Adult

Date Published: December 01, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

Is it possible to be both a good Jew and a gay man? Jonah Dillon
doesn’t think so. He can’t reconcile his faith with his
attraction to men so he turns his back on Judaism. Away at college for the
holidays, he plans to lose his virginity to Christian, the blue-eyed, blond,
goy of his dreams.

But fate intervenes when Jonah meets Aaron Beck, an observant Jew, and they
end up celebrating Hanukkah together. Aaron tells Jonah they’re
beschert—meant to be. Jonah’s not sure he believes it, but he’s
lonely and welcomes Aaron’s company even if he has to celebrate Hanukkah to
get it.

Can Aaron bridge the gap and convince Jonah to take a leap of faith? Or
will they have to give up their desire for a future together?

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Excerpt

Copyright ©2023 Gale Stanley

The man’s image in the mirror, framed by small twinkling lights and
swags of spruce and holly, appeared to be just the sort of ornament Jonah
had been looking for all his life — or at least the part of his life that
spanned the years since puberty. The phrase “objects in the mirror are
closer than they appear” came to mind, making him smile. I should be
so lucky.

Unfortunately, Jonah’s plan to remain on campus for the holidays and
lose his virginity to a non-Jew, a goy, wasn’t going according to
plan, although he’d gone to great lengths to make it happen.

The worst part had to be when he told his parents that he wouldn’t be
coming home for Hanukkah. None of the excuses he came up with felt right and
he procrastinated for a long time.

Finally, he could wait no longer. Working up the courage, he called his
mother and blurted out the dreaded words, before he lost his nerve.
“I’ll be staying on campus for the holidays.”

Dead silence followed his announcement, followed by a worried,
“Why?”

Jonah had never been good at lying. He struggled to sound believable.
“I have so much to do. The workload in grad school is much heavier and
the holidays are the best time to catch up.”

“Bring your work home.”

Also not good at asserting himself, Jonah hemmed and hawed.
“I’d be way too busy. No time to interact.”

Unfortunately, his mother was way too good at guilt-tripping him.

Her voice wavered, and she sounded on the verge of tears. “We just
want to see you. We don’t ask for much. And we’ve always spent
Hanukkah together. I’m making your favorites, latkes and sweet
kugel.

A knife pierced his heart, but Jonah thought fast and stayed firm.
“One of my friends is stuck on campus, too, and I promised him we
would study together.” Another lie.

“Bring him home.”

“I can’t, Mom, He’s… it’s just
that…”

“He’s a girl, isn’t he? Well, if it doesn’t work
out, you can always change your mind and come home.”

“Sorry, Mom. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Jonah hung up before his mom could ask any more questions. Damn, she
sounded like her world had come to an end. If only he wasn’t an only
child. If he had a sibling to pick up the slack, it would make his life a
whole lot easier. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself. There would
be other holidays.

Now, sitting alone at a bar, he wondered if all the grief he’d caused
his mother had been for nothing. Not many students or professors had
remained on campus, so Jonah had ventured off campus to find a hook-up.
Happy Hour at a bar seemed the best option, but Jonah didn’t have an
ounce of gaydar in his body, and gay guys didn’t go around wearing
sexual ID tags. Luckily, he’d found a gay watering hole in the small
college town. The rainbow flag flying out front had been a dead giveaway,
and the name, The Rainbow Room. Could it be any gayer? When he first saw it,
he wanted to take off like a scared rabbit, but he’d been doing that
for far too long.

Jonah had forced himself to open the door and go inside. It was a gay bar,
so what? Nothing remarkable, nothing to be scared of, just a neighborhood
bar, a place where a guy could have a conversation without screaming over
loud dance music. Actually, there was no dance floor, and that was all good
too. Jonah Dillon didn’t dance, especially with other men. The only
thing that differentiated The Rainbow Room from any other corner dive was
the fact that it was devoid of women.

Wooden stools butted up against a foot rail at the bar and the mirrored
wall behind the bar threw back his reflection. A bearded bartender, sleeves
rolled up over hairy forearms, filled orders. Holiday decorations were
minimal. Other than the lights around the mirror, there weren’t any,
and that was okay because he’d been born and raised Jewish, and a man
assimilated a lot of attitudes and beliefs in twenty-one years. Ridding
himself of them would take a lifetime. At least.

Having to stare at a Christmas tree or a Nativity scene while flirting with
a blond goy would have made him feel even guiltier. Ironic, that the thought
of sucking an uncut cock didn’t inspire quite the same guilt. Or maybe
he was just too fucking horny to care anymore. Lost in thought, Jonah
wondered if he was normal. Between waking up with morning wood and
masturbating before bed, it seemed like he was always thinking about
sex.

When he got to college, he’d settled for hurried blowjobs with other
students. It took the edge off, but Jonah wanted more. It was time to let
someone put their dick in his ass so he could lose his anal virginity.
Finding a willing partner who made him feel comfortable was primary. One
thing he was sure of, he wouldn’t be comfortable having sex with
another Jew.

So here he was, trying to fit in with the goyim, to the point of actually
shopping for one of those ugly red and green Christmas sweaters with
prancing deer. Seeing himself in the dressing room mirror shocked the hell
out of him, but he bought it anyway, and ran out of the shop before he could
change his mind. He wore it like a costume, thinking it would make him feel
less inhibited and able to take some risks.

But as Jonah discovered, the sweater didn’t help him blend in. His
appearance in the bar had triggered a few snickers, and after glancing
around at the jeans-and-sweatshirt crowd, he’d regretted his
choice.

His inner voice told him he was trying too hard and he looked like an
asshole. At the time, it’d seemed like a good idea. Now, he just felt
dumb, but he forgave himself for not getting it right and toughed it out.
Fuck it.

Jonah ordered a beer. The bartender set down a mug wet with condensation,
and a bowl of peanuts. Jonah took a few and cracked them out of their
shells. He tried to look like he belonged, but nobody looked like him and
everybody seemed to be with friends. Ignoring the conversations around him,
he glanced at his watch every so often, as if he were waiting for someone.
It made him feel less alone. Pathetic.

What would his mother say if she could see him now? Come home, boychik. You
don’t belong there
. Thank goodness, she was miles away and oblivious.
He’d never told his parents he was gay. Hell, it had taken years to
admit it to himself.

He concentrated on today’s goal — find a guy to have sex with. How
hard could it be? Pretty damn hard, even in a place that was user
friendly.

Jonah took another swallow of his beer. God, he hated this time of the
year. The holidays always made him feel more alone than ever. His back was
to the room, but he could still see the crowd in the mirror — guys of all
shapes and sizes, pairing up like animals ready to board Noah’s Ark,
while he was mooning over a stranger. It was damn depressing.

Finishing his beer, he scanned the mirror for the blond. Yep, still there,
but focused on the two men who framed him like bookends.

Hooking up with the man in the mirror didn’t seem likely. Jonah would
not, could not, make the first move, and for sure he didn’t expect the
hot blond to hit on him. Why would he? Jonah was a man who didn’t
stand out in a crowd, unless it was for all the wrong reasons. After a
lifetime of doing stupid shit, he’d become an expert at sabotaging
himself. Too bad State College didn’t offer a course in How Not to
Embarrass Yourself.

The hot blond was exactly the type of man he could see himself with. He had
the sun-kissed good looks of a surfer dude — blond, blue-eyed, and
cherub-cheeked — a nice contrast to Jonah’s dark brown hair, hazel
eyes, and stubbled jaw. The nerdy guy and the goy. Pitiful. More than the
width of the bar separated them.

But looking couldn’t hurt.

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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Contemporary Romance, New Adult

Date Published: May 2022

Publisher: Champagne Book Group

 

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Sometimes you find love only after you lose everything else.

One night stands only need apply.

Ali Stinson is having a bad day. Her afternoon tryst has been interrupted
(before they got to the good part) to discover her investment manager has
run away with all her money. Now she has to keep up appearances with her
high society friends, find a dress for an upcoming charity event and not
fall in love with Sam, the cute bartender, who insists on helping her. Thing
is she’s 90% sure she doesn’t want help. Adulting is hard.

Looking for work, not love.

Sam Freemont is having a strange day. He was in the middle of the best kiss
of his life when his boss walked in and halted the fun. Not helping with the
low profile he’s trying to maintain. Now he can’t get Ali off his mind or
out of his dreams. Good thing she’s a regular at the swanky resort he just
started working at. Gives him time to find a way back to her lips. Or better
yet, into her heart.

Ruby Red is a riches-to-rags, hidden identity slow burn contemporary
romance published with Champagne Book Group

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She hadn’t really wanted another martini, but she’d decided to
force Mr. Friendly Bartender to talk to her. She nursed her drink until
Sarah left him alone, then drained the glass. Now she had a reason to lure
him in.

“I’ll have another.” She shook her now empty glass.
“Please. A

“A vodka martini with a slice of lemon,” he finished for
her.

Though surprised he was aware of her drink order, she reminded herself this
was his job. “Yes, that’s right.”

Ali sat at the resort bar, ogling the pool boy—or was he a bartender?
She was confused—as he vigorously brandished the martini shaker. His
muscles flexed with the to-and-fro of the exercise. The blur of fine fingers
made her wonder exactly how much one could consume before they got alcohol
poisoning.

The shaker paused. “Bartender.”

She raised her gaze from the silver cylinder and met his glittering eyes.
Had she said that out loud?

As he placed the cocktail in front of her, he leaned on the bar, his gaze
boring into hers. Wavy golden locks framed a handsome face with eyes that
stared into her soul—if that was possible. “You asked what my
job was here. Officially bartender, but I help where I can.” A flash
of him striding across the pool deck swam before her. “I’ve only
been here a week.” He offered her his hand. “I’m Sam, by
the way. Sam Fremont.”

With as much grace and concentration as she could muster, she wrapped her
hand in his. “Ali Stinson.” Their skin made contact, and the
little tingle hit her again, making the hairs on her arms stand up.

Sam smiled like he’d won the grand prize in a game show. He moved
closer to her. “Nice to meet you, Ali Stinson.” He smelled
faintly of lemons, fresh and clean.

She sucked in a breath, blinked a few times, and tried to focus. To avoid
leaning in and doing something foolish like kissing him, she veered back and
almost fell off the bar stool. He jumped to attention and caught Ali’s
arms, steadying her.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Fine.” For some reason, she had an urge to be honest with him.
“Maybe…a little tipsy.”

“Mmmm.” He nodded in agreement. With Ali more firmly planted on
her seat, his fingers released her one at a time as if testing her ability
to survive without him. His hands lingered until he seemed satisfied she was
able to sit on her own. “Do you think you’ve maybe had enough
tonight?”

Of you? No.

This time, Ali was sure she didn’t say the words aloud. Sam waited
for an answer. This man was asking her what she wanted, unlike her ex, who
would have told her what to do. To rid her head of memories of Jack, she
gave it a shake.

He must have mistaken the head shake as denial. “How about some water
for this next round then?” he offered, changing tactics.

She nodded in agreement, causing the room to waver a little.

Was he trying to take care of her? Would she enjoy that?

Yes, please.

As he walked away to get her water, doubt crept in. He was probably simply
doing his job by attending to the VIP. She’d noticed Brenda had
stopped by the bar earlier and was pretty sure they’d been discussing
her. Was he only following orders?

Sam returned with a tall, slim glass full of crystal-clear liquid and a
bowl of the fancy pretzels. “I wondered if you might like some food to
go with your drink?”

Ali eyed the contents of the bowl. She hadn’t eaten much at dinner
due to the ever-present anxiety that she would say something to alert Brenda
to her situation. Plus, her dress was so tight, she could barely breathe,
never mind eat. Those pretzels were tempting.

As if to prove they weren’t poisonous, he picked up a few and began
tossing them into his mouth, one by one. She giggled like a schoolgirl. In
shock, she raised her hand to her lips. Ali Stinson did not giggle.

She expected him to laugh at her. Instead, he removed her hand from her
mouth, turned it palm-side up, and placed a few pretzels in the center. His
hand was warm beneath hers, with long, strong fingers and neatly-trimmed
nails. Soft strokes of his thumb against her wrist sent little waves of
bliss through her. He plucked one of the pretzels from her palm and was
offering it to her when they were interrupted.

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D.L. Croisette is a storyteller. She had characters in her head before she
had words in her mouth. Now she spins them into romantic stories full of
drama and heart. Collector of international friends, avid traveller and
always up for a new adventure, she snaps photos to remember each escapade,
and peppers the best experiences into her stories. Ruby Red is her debut
romance novel, and she’s probably at an outdoor café right now,
dreaming up a bold new heroine to stir up trouble. (Fun!)

Ruby Red is my first novel and launched a series of bold and sexy stories
focusing on courageous, confident female characters in healthy relationships
with intrepid, loyal men wrapped around dollops of drama, passion and
emotional connections.

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Bentley Teaser Tuesday

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Paranormal Romance, New Adult

Date Published: June 17, 2022

I call on the fates to bring my love to me. As I will it, so mote it
be…

Natalie Harvey wants a guy who not only understands baseball, but supports
her love of the game. When she meets bad-boy first baseman for the Cougars,
Bentley Turner, she can’t help but fall for him. He’s sexy,
strong, athletic and irresistible. He’s her perfect man, but what if
he’s not interested? The spark is there, and she decides to invoke the
spell. Why not?

She’s ready to summon her very own bad boy and try her luck with
love.

 

 

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“I’d like someone to take me to the ballpark and not expect me
to pay to get them in or get them up close to the team. Just to watch a game
with me,” Natalie Harvey said. “I thought I’d find someone
by now.” She glared at her friend Sarah. Sarah could be loyal and
sweet, unless Sarah wanted something.

“I can’t help it that you’re hard to please.” Sarah
fiddled with her watch. “You’re too picky.”

“I am?” She scoffed. “I don’t want to be
used.”

“Well… don’t have a job that entitles you to special
treatment and think men won’t try to get in on said special
treatment,” Sarah said. “And I don’t want to go to yet
another baseball game. I mean, once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen
them all. But right now, I’m testing something.”

“You’re…” Sometimes she wondered why she even
tried. Sarah could be rather self-centered at times. “I happen to like
baseball.” She liked all different sports.

“You’re the only one.”

“I doubt that.” The minor-league games attracted quite a few
fans, because the games were just as exciting as the major league ones.
Every player was hungry to show his skills, and every play mattered because
it could prove the player’s worth to the next level teams. If the
front offices or coaches saw potential, the player would ascend to the next
level. Plus, the games were entertaining. Spectators were close to the
field, the food was inexpensive as were the tickets, and the food was better
than some restaurants.

“You have to pay attention to the various scores, players,
transitions and all that for your work. Why would you want to go to a
baseball game on your day off?” Sarah asked

“You mean transactions,” Natalie said. “Because I like
baseball.” Yes, she worked weekends on the sports team for Channel 7,
but that didn’t mean she couldn’t like sports outside of work.
She’d scored tickets to the game and should be pumped to go — except
she didn’t want to go alone.

“Transactions, transitions… they’re moving back and
forth.” Sarah waved her hand. “You knew what I
meant.”

“I did.” She watched Sarah tap her phone. “By the way,
what are you testing? The spell? It works. Karey got it to work and so did
Mandy. It’s not a fluke.” Why didn’t Sarah see that?

“We haven’t gotten it to work in three months,” Sarah
snapped. “There’s something wrong.”

“Yeah. Us.” She hated to be blunt, but Sarah needed the truth.
“We keep picking up guys we know are shit. I didn’t try too hard
with Dwayne and ta-da! He didn’t work. Nikki didn’t really like
Callum, and that’s why that didn’t pan out. We’ve simply
tried to keep you happy and have used the spell, but we’re not exactly
finding our Prince Charmings because we’re not looking hard
enough.”

Sarah’s glare could’ve cut through Natalie. “Excuse
me?”

She’d gone this far and might as well finish. Sarah wouldn’t
get the hint until someone spoke straight with her. “You’re so
busy trying to get us hooked up, but you’re ignoring the choice for
you. Why can’t we let this happen more organically?” Natalie
asked. “Or give us the time and freedom to find our guy?”

“We have had success and will again, but I’m concerned
it’s taking too long,” Sarah said and shook her head. “But
there is no good choice for me.”

“No?” Natalie could think of at least one good guy. “Kurt
means nothing to you? He’d give his right arm, leg and nutsack for
you.”

“Right,” Sarah said. “He’s an annoyance, and
he’s not that invested.”

“I suppose you’re right. He does have a girlfriend now,”
Natalie said, intentionally annoying Sarah. “I saw them together two
nights ago.” He’d been out with his sister, but Natalie
wasn’t about to tell Sarah that.

“What?” Sarah paled. After a moment, she regained her color and
smiled. “Good. He should move on.”

“Uh-huh.” Sarah still loved him, but her pride prevented her
from giving him another chance. One day Natalie would ask what Kurt had done
to make Sarah turn on him, but that day wasn’t today.

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you and Nikki. How about
instead of going to the game, you come to the bar with us?” Sarah
asked.

“I already have tickets, and I’m not wasting them.” At
least not wasting one of them.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “You get tickets for free because of your
job.”

“So?” That didn’t mean she should waste the chance to go.
“I do have to keep tabs on the players.”

“Would you happen to be looking to hook up with one of those
players?” Sarah folded her arms. “Some of those soccer players
are pretty hot.”

“Baseball players are, too.” She shouldn’t have said
that. “But they’re like other guys. They find out I’m a
sportscaster and want things from me that I can’t give them. I
don’t seem to find any decent guys. I meet athletes who want to get
noticed and drunks who spill things and also want to get noticed.”
She’d been kissed three times because she’d been caught on the
kiss camera. Why did the person running the camera insist on putting her on
the spot? The guys who’d kissed her weren’t attractive and none
had her permission.

“I need to find someone for you for the spell,” Sarah said.
“There has to be someone.”

She hadn’t heard a word Natalie had said.

“I need to go. Nikki’s waiting on me.” Sarah left the
table and strode away.

“Thanks.” Natalie sighed. She’d been left at the table
and with the bill… again. Next time, she’d tell Sarah to shove
it instead of meeting her for lunch.

Natalie waved down the waiter who returned a moment later with the bill.
She paid, then finished her tea. Fine. She’d go to the game by
herself. It wasn’t like she’d never done it before. Most of the
time, she tried to get in on the spectator play afterward. She’d
played softball, soccer, basketball and run track in high school, then run
track and played softball in college. She knew what she was doing on the
sports field.

She walked out of the bistro, and her thoughts turned to Sarah’s
dismissal. The spell. Sarah swore she’d hook up every member of their
friend circle with their perfect guy because of the magic. The spell worked
for two of the women, but they weren’t going to find high-class men by
hanging out at a bar.

She shook her head as she started her car then drove across town to the
baseball stadium. Of the many things she liked about having a minor league
team so close was the ample parking. She never had to walk more than a few
hundred yards, and the lot was well-lit. She locked her car and hustled up
to the ticket window. Once she showed her credentials and ticket, she gained
entrance to the facility.

Natalie strode over to the first-base side and located her seat. When she
was on the clock, she liked to sit right at the edge of the field to better
take in the action. Since she wasn’t working, she’d sit four
rows up and simply enjoy the game.

She loved the atmosphere of a ballgame. The sounds of the crowd, the smell
of the food, the excitement in the air. The Cougars scored quickly in the
second inning, and she made a few notes on her phone. The sensation at
second base, Dalton Cohn, had made three great catches and even managed two
double plays with the first baseman, Bentley Turner.

Natalie watched Bentley Turner in action and couldn’t help but sigh.
He had a temper at times, looked like he’d stepped out of a bar, and
could swear a blue streak, but he moved with grace and had skills on the
field. If he hadn’t injured his shoulder defending first base last
season, he’d still be in the majors and probably racking up good
stats. Instead, he’d been relegated to the minor leagues to rehab.
She’d spoken to him a few times and loved the deep blue of his eyes
and his easy smile. He could be cocky and pushy. Rumor had it he’d
bedded women in every city and left a string of broken hearts in his wake.
It could all be rumors, but…

 

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Book 1 in the For Me Series

Contemporary Romance, Gay Romance, Love Triangle, New Adult, Erotic Romance

 

Published: December 2021

Publisher: Two Fish Publishing

In middle school I met my best friend. We were complete opposites, but somehow we just fit and from the day we met, we were thick as thieves. Four years later I met the perfect girl. But he saw her first. Wanted her. Claimed her for himself. It never occurred to me to fight for her. Compared to my best friend, my life was ideal. Great parents, quarterback of the football team, lots of friends and even a brand new truck for my sixteenth birthday. The least I could do was back off and let him have the girl. Only it seemed she didn’t want him back. She wanted me.

Then he left. And despite the connection I knew we shared, he ended our friendship completely. The loss hurt, more than I could have imagined. We had shared so much, more than anyone ever knew. And when he left, she was there to help me heal from the loss of my very best friend. The perfect girl putting together the pieces of my broken heart and then stealing it for herself.

I always believed I would find my soulmate. But sometimes life has other plans and what you believe is not always what happens.

From the outside, our marriage seemed like the merging of two like-minded people. High school sweethearts, we followed each other to college and continued to build on our friendship and love for each other. She was beautiful and sweet and I was…well, I guess I was the boy next door. It made sense for us to take that next step and really everything seemed perfect.

This story is a fairytale.

Unfortunately, the ending is not what any of us expected. The perfect marriage that hid too many secrets to thrive. A friendship ripped apart too soon. Three people whose lives were weaved together in the most unexpected ways. And then the truth came out. And the truth? It blew apart everything we thought we knew.

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I’d tried to forget about them. For a year after I’d left I had ignored his calls and text messages and eventually my phone was silent. I moved on with my life. I had new friends, an amazing career, and more money than I could spend thanks to my rotter of a Dad up and getting himself killed. But still, I thought about them, about him. My former best friend and his wife, who had been my friend once too. For a short time, we had been like the Three Musketeers. And then I had left and they had moved on without me. Together.

It was wrong to do what I’d done. I knew she’d be in Washington DC when I’d planned my trip and “accidentally” run into her. I could feel her discontentment, even though she’d tried to hide it when she’d talked about her marriage. I’d known exactly what I was doing when I’d invited them to come and visit me in England. Sitting across the table listening to her talk about my former best friend, the one I could never quite forget had me wanting, wanting them both back in my life.

And now they were here. They were staying with me in London. And I had plans, all kinds of plans. I had to have known that this wouldn’t end well for me…for any of us. But I did it anyway. Because I wanted them and I just couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking what I wanted, no matter the cost.

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Suzie Webster

Suzie Webster – Gypsy, Storyteller, Relentless Dreamer, Foodie, Happy Wife, Cool Mom of 3

Why did Suzie Webster start writing romance novels at age forty nine? To Inspire women to realize that they are the owners of their life and it is possible at any age to turn their story into a journey filled with laughter, steamy romance and adventure just like their favorite book. Throughout her many careers from Northern Virginia to Charleston, Suzie has always loved mentoring and supporting other women who are trying to live the life they want and deserve. She has loved writing since childhood and weaving stories is another way to share the message that love always wins. She is supported in her own journey by her very patient and tolerant husband Drew, who is always the inspiration for her sexy leading men and her three daughters, Ryleigh, Katie and Reese, who never fail to keep her on her toes and put her in her place. When she’s not traveling (her favorite hobby), she can be found curled up with a good book and a tasty cocktail, preferably tequila.

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