​Hi! To start off, please tell us your name, where you’re from, and what you write.
 Thank you for inviting me to Love Romance Reads. I’m Gloria Joynt-Lang and I live in rural Alberta, Canada with my husband and two dogs. I write contemporary romance. I tend to focus on characters who overcome major challenges, whether it be physical limitations, mental health issues, addiction, or poverty. The women in my love stories are strong and independent. They have flaws and make mistakes, but they don’t expect others to clean up after them.  
 
How did you become an author? Please share a bit of your journey with us.
I always enjoyed writing, whether it be term papers in college or writing risk assessment reports when I worked in the criminal justice system.  When I retired from my career in corrections, I missed writing. So, on a sunny afternoon in 2017 I took my laptop outside and started writing my first novel. It took about nine months of editing before I was ready to query. Then came the waiting along with the rejection letters. Eventually, a publisher offered me a contract. I was elated. My book baby was going out into the world.  Unfortunately, this publisher closed shop a few months after my book’s release. Since then I signed on with a different publisher and just recently, I decided to self-publish that first novel.
 
What are you working on now? Do you have a recent or upcoming release?
I have two books currently on the market. Beyond Circumstances which was my first published work and Braking Hard which was released just before Valentine’s Day. I’m currently polishing up the drafts on two other contemporary romance stories and I’ve started another one.   
 
What is the most challenging part of writing romance?
Finding the time to write, market, and edit. On any given day, I try to do a bit of each but there are times where this isn’t possible. I don’t schedule writing into my day as I like the flexibility to write when it works for me. Sometimes mornings work, sometimes I don’t get around to writing until the afternoon or evening, and occasionally I don’t write at all. I do tend to write at least four or five days out of the week. Writing everyday doesn’t work for me. It may work for a lot of authors but not this one.

February 12, 2020
Novel
​Contemporary

Gage O'Neill is an all-around nice guy and an Adonis in coveralls. With a thriving automotive business, a gorgeous girlfriend, and his ADHD under control, life is pretty incredible. But when he loses a loved one, Gage's perfect world unravels. Prone to bad choices, he's desperate to quell his rash behavior. Thankfully, hiring a curvy mechanic is the one impulsive decision he's gotten right.

Eden Sampario is destitute as a result of a confrontation turned violent with her former employer. When Gage mistakenly offers her a job, she readily accepts. But soon she wonders if she made the right decision. Resisting her sexy boss proves more challenging than an engine rebuild. Her only other option? Give in to temptation and risk not only her career but also her heart.

Welcome to Big C's automotive shop, a place where more than cars overheat.

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First, I feel it's worth mentioning that, at the time I wrote this blog, my husband was afflicted with the man flu, and he's the one who suggested I write about it. I asked if he was sure, because I would probably make fun of him, and he said, “Sure. Go for it.”

Confidence is so sexy, isn’t it?

If you’re a guy with fragile feelings, you might want to stop reading right now. I am about to do a deep dive into the Man Flu, from a woman’s, specifically, a wife’s, perspective. It ain’t gonna be pretty.

We’ll wait…

Are they gone? Okay, here we go.

Some time in our teens, women enter the mysterious world of the menstrual cycle. It’s like a club you always knew you’d be in, whether you wanted to join or not. A club for which you go through a thirty, forty, maybe even fifty-year hazing process. And by hazing process I mean…monthly cramps, bloating, irritability, etc.

I have experienced the sheer joy of pregnancy (twice). Seriously, I loved being pregnant. Probably because I never had to deal with morning sickness. Oh, sure, I got a little green whenever I smelled pork frying, but who wouldn’t. Heck, I still do! And I fully embraced that whole eating-for-two thing. It was my favorite part! Oh, and feeling the baby move and kick and grow and all that other stuff...blah blah blah. But the eating-for-two thing was super AWE-SOME!
I endured the beauty *eye-roll* of natural childbirth (twice). Without so much as an aspirin, I’ll have you know. Immediately followed by the exhilaration and rapturous relief when it was finally all over. I had created what will be—assuming I didn't screw them up too badly—two decent, productive human beings to send forth into the world. Which, phew, they both turned out to be.

And just when things seemed to be leveling off, and life was going smoothly BAM, menopause. I could write an entire blog on the menace of menopause, and I likely will someday. For now, I’ll just say, it’s not for the faint of heart. Am I right, ladies?

As a woman, a mom, a wife, it is a given that we will sally forth through all challenges and difficulties.

Nursing mothers must nurse their infant, even if she hasn’t slept, showered, changed clothes, combed her hair, or brushed her teeth in three days, and is no longer able to form a coherent sentence. Whip it out momma—a hungry baby waits for no one.

Working mothers struggle to find the balance between too much time on the job and not enough time at home, or vice versa.

And, if by some curse of the gods, we happen to get sick in the middle of all this craziness, we forge ahead. We pop a couple of over-the-counter cold meds, shove a wad of tissues in our purse, cup holder, pocket, and desk drawer, then throw on a heavy sweater and charge ahead to take care of everyone else. Whether they need or want us to, is beside the point.

No one will notice your nose is the color of a ripe apple, and you would never dream of revealing that your head is about to explode, or that it feels like you have a bus parked on your chest. Because heaven forbid, we admit to being merely human.

Contrast all this to the man flu. The scourge of male society. The flu unlike any other. Worse than any other. With symptoms vastly more horrific to those of any other. Growing a person inside your body then ejecting them through your lady portal? Surely, a breeze by comparison to the deadly-dangerous man flu.

Since he gave me the go-ahead, let’s chat about my husband. He’s probably one of the most brilliant guys I’ve ever met. Crazy smart guy and driven by an intense competitive nature. My biggest fan, yada-yada-yada.
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He came down with the dreaded man flu and, instantly, the world stopped spinning on its axis. I’m surprised you didn’t feel it.

When I mentioned I had just gotten over a cold, these words actually came out of his mouth, “Yeah, but my cold is way worse than yours.” And, “There’s no way you felt this bad. No way.” Which was followed by shivering, a couple of coughs for effect, and lots of snorting and sniffling. Because god forbid he actually uses a tissue to blow his nose.

What is that about anyway? What is the aversion men have to blowing their nose? Does it have something to do with their mommies? Perhaps uncomfortable memories of having their mothers leaning over them saying, “Blow, honey.” Are they all allergic to the scent, or the paper used to make tissues? Are their noses more fragile and delicate than a woman's, or even small child's? Or, wait, maybe they don’t think it’s manly. Whatever it is, they’re wrong!

Blow your damn nose! Your co-workers in the surrounding cubicles don’t need or want to hear that all day. I don’t want to hear that!

*deep breath* Sorry, perhaps I’m the one with unresolved nose-blowing issues.

And why won’t they do anything to help themselves? Here is a classic exchange…

Him (shoulders slumped): I’m so tired.
Me: Go take a nap.
Him: Nah. (he drops into his recliner)
Me: You don’t even have to move. (points at the chair) You can just sleep right there.
Him: Nah. (dramatic shiver) Man, I'm cold. Is it cold in here? (he looks around, like the cold is something he'll be able to see sneaking up on him)
Me (lets loose with a combination sigh and eye-roll, as I go grab a sweater and his slippers): Here. (hands him the aforementioned sweater and slippers) And you should cover up.
Him: Where are the blankets? (starts making like he’s going to get up, but not really)
Me: Stay. I’ll get it. (pulls one from the bench four feet away)
Him: How long have those been there?
Me (seriously?): Always.
Him: Really? Huh. Thanks, honey. You’re the best. (taps his cheek to indicate he'd like a kiss as he's grabbing TV remote)
Me (another eye-roll): Whatever (I oblige)

For an instant, I feel like I’m channeling a 1950’s housewife. So, I sternly remind myself that I am a modern, professional woman and head into my home office. Which is great…accept when he stays home with the world's worst case of the man flu. And it is always the worst case. ALWAYS.

It’s like having a toddler in the house again. I’ll be typing away and, out of the blue, I’ll hear over-exaggerated sniffling and feel this looming presence near my doorway.

Him (blankie wrapped around his shoulders): What’cha doin’?
Me (doesn’t make eye contact): Working.
Him (takes a step closer): Working on what?
Me (still not making eye contact): My {insert project here}. (stops to look up) Did you need something?
Him (sniffling, with a pitiful man flu face, pulling his blankie tighter around himself): Do we have any cold medicine?
Me (hands still on the keyboard—a not-so-subtle hint): Did you look?
Him: Where?
Me: The same place we’ve kept them since the day we moved in together over thirty years ago.
Him (blank stare)
Me (Seriously. Did he just move into this house?): Under the sink in the guest bathroom
Him: Okay, thanks

A few minutes pass. “We don’t have any.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and remind myself that I love him. “They’re on the right side, top bin, toward the front in an orange and blue box.”

“Nope. None there.” He calls out, then shuffles to my office, dragging his hand under his nose like—well—a toddler.

Having lost my focus on what I'm writing, and cursing a blue streak in my head, I stomp into the bathroom, grab the cold meds from exactly where I said they’d be and slap them into his hand.

“Those weren’t there a second ago.” He mumbles, then fills a cup with water and, having ignored the instructions, begins to struggle with opening the blister pack. "This one's broken."

I love him. I love him. I love him.
I snatch it from his hand and immediately pop it open and drop two capsules into his palm.

"I hate taking pills. And I hate being sick.” He pouts.

To which I reply, "No one likes being sick. And trust me, I hate your being sick more than you do." But not for the reasons he thinks.

"Aw, thanks, honey." See?

Back in my office, I forcibly ignore my near-overpowering caregiver impulse and get back to work. An hour or so later, realizing the house is very quiet—too quiet—I go looking for the patient. I find him in our bedroom. He’s actually put himself to bed—and he's sleeping. Just like a grown-up! Color me shocked.

With great, rattling noises coming up from his throat and out his mouth, the cat curled up and purring next to him, I slowly back out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Just in case he calls out from his death bed.

Perhaps now, the healing can begin. Please, please let it begin.

​Award winning author of Romantic Suspense anchored by Family, Honor, & Loyalty.

Hi! To start off, please tell us your name, where you’re from, and what you write.
My name is Skylar Nightingale. I’m from Syracuse, NY.
     
How did you become an author? Please share a bit of your journey with us.
I started writing in the second grade. My teacher held up a picture with a character on it. We had to write a story about the character. The person that had the best story, won. I didn’t win the first one, but I won every one after that.
 
What are you working on now? Do you have a recent or upcoming release?
I’m working on a New Adult Romance. My most recent release is called Forbidden Acts: A Love Story.
   
What is the most challenging part of writing romance?
The most challenging part is sitting down and actually writing. Sometimes it is difficult to find the time.
 
What kind of research do you do when you set out to write a new book?
It depends on what I’m writing about. I may look up information about a medical condition that a character has or a business they may own.
 
Please share one piece of advice to aspiring authors - what do you wish someone would have told you? 
Don’t give up. Sometimes it can seem challenging but never quit.
 
Speed round! 

City, suburb, or small-town?
Suburb

What’s your favorite type of chocolate?
I don’t like chocolate.

Alpha, beta, or both?
Beta

Vampire, werewolf, demon or angel?
Angel

Wine, whiskey or punch?
Punch

Thanksgiving, Christmas, Halloween, or other?
Other

Boxers, briefs, or commando?
Boxers

Cowboy boots, biker boots, or flip-flops?
Biker boots

Leather, lace, or silk?
Silk

Cake, cookies, or crumpets?
Cake

Top, bottom, or against the wall?
Against the wall

Biceps, abs, or buns?
Abs

Cats, dogs, or exotics?
Cat

Hi! To start off, please tell us your name, where you’re from, and what you write.
Hi, everyone! I’m Eve Kincaid. I’m from Northern California and I write romantic suspense and contemporary romance. I’m a co-creator of the Lost Coast Harbor series with Lily Danes. Lost Coast Harbor is six steamy, noir-inspired, small-town romances set on the rugged Northern California coast. It’s like Virgin River, if everyone was corrupt. I used to be a lawyer, but I figured out that fictional crimes are more fun than the real deal, so most of my books involve some sort of mystery or deception.

How did you become an author? Please share a bit of your journey with us.
I’ve been writing as long as I can remember, but only got brave enough to share my work and get feedback about ten years ago. Joining an online romance writing community and making friends with other writers was the best thing I did to improve my skills. I wrote five mystery novels and two short stories under a different name (Ellie Ashe—come find me if you like humorous, light mysteries with a bit of romance). And discovering Romancelandia also led to meeting my friend and co-creater Lily Danes. Then too many margaritas led us to writing a six-book series!

What are you working on now? Do you have a recent or upcoming release?
I’m working on a new solo series that is still in the early stages, but I’m really excited about it. My most recent Lost Coast Harbor release was…*thinks hard*…last December. BUT! Right now, the first two books in the Lost Coast Harbor books are available for FREE. Kiss of a Stranger, LCH #1, by Lily Danes, and A Kiss in the Shadows, LCH #2, by me, are both available for free at Amazon, Kobo, Apple, and Barnes & Noble. It’s a great time to get to know Lost Coast Harbor, a picturesque small town that’s full of corruption and dark secrets!

What is the most challenging part of writing romance?
Oh, lord. The emotions! Complex plots? No problem. I can plot crimes, mysteries, and suspense elements in my sleep. But making sure that my characters’ emotions ring true and develop in a realistic way—that’s such a difficult part of writing. But when it comes together (heh), it’s so satisfying (heh heh).

What kind of research do you do when you set out to write a new book?
It really depends on the story. Sometimes an idea comes to me and the research inspires the story. Other times I just start writing and then research as I get into the story and hit roadblocks or need additional information. For this new series, I’ve researched top party islands, music festivals, and how to fake your death. Fun stuff!

Please share one piece of advice to aspiring authors - what do you wish someone would have told you? Or, what did someone tell you that you’d like to pass on to others?
A piece of advice that I often heard when I was just starting was to finish whatever you were working on. I didn’t do that for a very long time. I had many works-in-progress that died premature deaths at about the 30-percent mark, mostly due to a fatal lack of conflict. But I did learn something from each of those abandoned projects and don’t feel bad about not finishing them. So I don’t necessarily agree with that advice. And yet, I also see why it’s important to finish something, anything. Because it feels so awesome that first time you write “the end” on a piece you’ve poured your heart into. Then you’ll want to do it again and again.

 Any last words before we go into the speed round?
Register to vote and VOTE!

​If you’re a dog fan, you probably notice dogs on book covers or in stories. Dogs, those descendants of wolves who decided to come into the circle of warmth around the human campfire and become man’s best friend are often the key to getting a pair of lovers together in romance. Just for fun here I turn Cali, our seven-year-old yellow Lab, inherited from our daughter when she became a mom, into a character in a Regency Romance.  
 
Miss California Dog, Cali to her friends, was by the age of forty-two, a confirmed spinster. A playful disposition, a youthful figure, and a pair of expressive deep brown eyes in a pretty face made her appear like a miss of twenty-four. In spite of an eager interest in pastries, and a habit of snapping up offered treats, she maintained a slim figure from her willingness to swim vigorously in any bit of water and chase tennis balls. She had a wide circle of friends in town, whom she was always glad to see, greeting each with such genuine warmth and affection that she was sought after as a companion for walks in the woods. Though no one would call her a bluestocking, she had an extensive vocabulary, a great sensitivity to others’ feelings, and an excellent sense of navigation. 

Hi! To start off, please tell us your name, where you’re from, and what you write.
I'm Anne Geever and write as A.M. Geever. I'm from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and I write post-apocalyptic romance!

How did you become an author? Please share a bit of your journey with us.
I've always loved to write, ever since I was a kid, and I always wanted to be a writer. At some point I lost my confidence about writing fiction, but still wrote a lot of essays and op-eds. Long story short, about ten years ago I decided I would apply to law school because I couldn't think of what else to do, but I made a deal with myself: if I didn't get into school, I would get serious about writing. Thank goodness, I did not get into law school since I was applying for the worst reason in the world. Finally, I began to write. I was scared stiff, but I started.

What are you working on now? Do you have a recent or upcoming release?
I've just finished the second book in the Undead Age series, Damage in an Undead Age, which will be out in May 2020. I’ll also be releasing audiobooks for both book one and two of the series in May. Right now I'm getting started on the third book in the trilogy, Reckoning in an Undead Age. I know what I want the book to be about but outlining this one is really hard!

What is the most challenging part of writing romance?
I think the most challenging thing is finding a fresh way to tell a compelling love story. The basics are the same - people who meet, have a connection, and ultimately, find happiness with one another. But telling it in a way that doesn't fall back on cliches and pat formulas is what I find most challenging.

What kind of research do you do when you set out to write a new book?
Oh boy... since I write post-apocalyptic fiction, so many things. Survival techniques, how long supplies like fuel, medicine, and transportation might last. I use maps like crazy to define the settings of my stories and to research routes that my characters will use. I have a stack of maps! Also, weapons, medical conditions, how to shoot and stab my characters (sometimes to kill them, sometimes so they'll survive), treatments for various ailments, how the landscape will change when 99% of humans are gone... if you can think of something about a survival situation, I have probably researched it. I won't be surprised if Homeland Security shows up on my doorstep because of my browser history.

Please share one piece of advice to aspiring authors - what do you wish someone would have told you? 
Don't be afraid to suck! My first draft of Love in an Undead Age was terrible. Terrible! So terrible that I can't believe I let people see it, never mind read it. It's awful. But... I kept writing. I studied the craft of writing - how to structure a story, how to structure a sentence, how to think in terms of moving the story forward, how to develop characters, what are the rules of point of view, how to show instead of tell. I joined a critique group with writers who were better than me and listened to what they had to say - especially when it smarted - because that's the only way to learn! And don't freak yourself out. I didn't know if I could write a whole book, so I told myself I was writing a story until I got comfortable with the idea that yeah, I was writing a book.
 
Any last words before we go into the speed round?
I hope you'll take the time to check out Love in an Undead Age! Damage in an Undead Age comes out in May, along with audio books for both books!

Compared to the secrets of the human heart, killing zombies is a snap.

Urban farmer Miranda Tucci is lucky to be alive in what’s left of California’s Silicon Valley, despite a love life that’s dead on arrival. Then an old flame turns up at nearby Santa Clara University, and she wonders if her DOA love life might have a pulse.

A ruthless governing council controls the cure for the zombie virus. When Miranda joins a plot to steal it, the ghosts of her past collide with the present. Will the vaccine continue to be used for political advantage, or can Miranda survive long enough to usher in a new age of civilization? It's only the fate of humanity that’s suddenly resting on her shoulders. If she can bring her love life back from the dead, how tough can saving the world be?

“A virus, a conspiracy, romance, and zombies. A.M. Geever combines the old standbys to give us a compelling new story you won’t want to put down!”
- SARAH LYONS FLEMING, AUTHOR OF UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD & THE CITY SERIES
 
"This book packs a bite. Literally."
-AFTER DARK BOOK LOVERS
 
"Authors love breaking rules but I haven't read a zombie book that has broken this many of them."
-FLOATINGLEAVES.NET
 
 Best New Author of a Zombie Novel in 2019, Undead Book Awards

Often in historical books, brides are depicted wearing white dresses. Even in films set in historical periods (from Middle Age to the eighteenth century) brides always wear a white dress.

Unfortunately, this isn’t historically accurate.

Queen Victoria launched the fashion to wear a white gown for brides. Before her, brides wore whatever fine dress they owned, often red or blue, with a few flowers adorning their heads.

In the nineteenth century, the bleaching process to obtain sparkling white fabric was extremely expensive and incredibly difficult.

Basically, there was no such a thing as “white” fabric. The colour was somewhere in between beige and “panna” (a cream-colour that tended to yellow in time).

Queen Victoria wanted to help the always suffering fabric factories of Spitalfields and ordered her sparkling white wedding dress with a white lace that was destroyed after the ceremony, so that the pattern couldn’t be copied. Her choice caused a scandal among the English peers. Victoria didn’t want to wear the traditional red wedding dress of the previous queens, or the crown for that matter, and not even the fur-trimmed cloak. Oh, the horror! A blow for the aristocracy that relied on tradition.
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Victoria wanted to give the image of a simple woman marrying the man she loved (and she was deeply in love with Albert) and not that of a queen marrying out of duty.
I’d say she succeeded because after her wedding, every bride itched to wear a white dress … to these days.     

I’m an entomologist and a soil biologist, which is a fancy way to say that I dig in the dirt, looking for bugs. I was a kid when I read The Lord Of The Rings and fell in love with fantasy novels. When I discovered cosy mystery, I fell in love with Hercules Poirot and Sherlock Holmes. Then I grew up and . . . Nah, I’m joking. Don’t grow up, folks! It’s a trap. ​

​Hi! To start off, please tell us your name, where you’re from, and what you write.
My name is Kate Hill and I'm from New England. I write mostly romance in a variety of subgenres, including paranormal, science fiction, and historical.
 
How did you become an author? Please share a bit of your journey with us.
For as long as I can remember I've enjoyed telling stories. When I was sixteen, I decided to start submitting work with the hope of being published. About ten years later my first story was accepted for inclusion an anthology of erotic vampire stories. Since then, I have had short stories, novellas, and novels published, some through small press publishers and some I have indie published.
 
What are you working on now? Do you have a recent or upcoming release?
Right now I'm working on the last book in my Fangs and Fists series. It is part of the Pandemonium universe published by Changeling Press. Pandemonium includes Fangs and Fists, Wild Witches of Beaver Bay, and the upcoming series Heaven’s Demons. They're erotic paranormal romances with a horror slant in which the world has been taken over by demons. The most recent story, Trinity and Jeff, came out in January. In it, a firefighter battles the supernatural to convince his lifelong friend that she’s his soulmate. The next book, Amelia and Orion, is scheduled for release in March. In it, an irritable half-demon struggles against his love for a brilliant witch.
 
I'm also working on the final edits for Warrior Priest, a science fiction romance that will be indie published a little later this year.

Novella
Erotic Romance ~ Paranormal 

Denying her love for her childhood friend, Jeff, Trinity visits her family’s ancestral land, believing the Wild family magic has called her there to meet her soulmate. Instead she finds danger at every turn, but she won’t have to face it alone.

Jeff has loved Trinity his whole life, but settled for friendship after she broke his heart on prom night. Now this soldier turned firefighter faces the supernatural to protect Trinity and convince her once and for all that they belong together.

My first love is someone who stirred feelings in me I never knew existed. The moment I saw him I felt…different. My eyes felt as if they’d opened for the first time. Colors were brighter, food tasted better, birds sang more beautifully. What was this feeling inside me? What had happened the moment I glanced upon his face? What was this new emotion I was experiencing? Could it be…

Love?

It had to be. My heart raced when I saw him. My palms sweated when his name was mentioned. But he didn’t see me, didn’t know how much I cared, didn’t even know I existed. Probably because the only time I ever saw him was when my family sat down to watch prime time television.

Yes, that’s right. My first love is the 1990’s teen heartthrob Jonathan Taylor Thomas, or JTT as he is more commonly known by his fans.

Now I know what you’re going to say, everyone’s first love (or first crush at least) is a Hollywood star. I’ll give you that, but I was so head over heels for JTT I was convinced we actually knew each other. I heard from somewhere (no idea where as the internet was barely a thing at the time, yes I’m old) that he used to live in my state. So of course, I thought we had met each other at some playgroup my mom brought me to once.
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Armed with my theories and all the love a ten-year old could hold in her heart I wrote to him asking if he was in fact the boy I remembered. Weeks later a signed photo and typed letter thanking me for my letter and encouraging me to join his fan club arrived in my mailbox. I was crushed.

Of course, now, as an adult, I realize there was no way a kid my age could read each and every single piece of fan mail and my letter was a little…let’s go with overly excited (I fangirl hard ya’ll). I understand the standard fan mail reply letter.

Alas JTT wasn’t going to fly out from Hollywood and ask me to be his girlfriend. Yes I wanted a boyfriend at ten, what can I say, I’ve always been a romantic. But this didn’t stop me from admiring him from a far. I didn’t join his fan club, but I did watch every episode of Home Improvement, including the one where he had that tumor that could have killed him (my first experience with dramatic tension) teen girls everywhere sighed a breath of relief when our beloved Randy was okay.

I watched all his movies from Man of the House to I’ll be home for Christmas. I had his calendar on my wall all the way up until college. These days my first love is out of the limelight doing his own thing. Meanwhile I’ve been lucky enough to experience real true love with my wonderful husband who isn’t just a face on a screen (though we did meet in theatre school so I guess I have a type, lol).

I’ll always remember my first love fondly and I wish him well. But I have to wonder what would happen if a grown woman met her childhood Hollywood crush and they fell in love…uh oh, I think I just had a plot bunny. BRB everyone, I got to get to writing;)

January 20, 2020
Novel
Romantic Comedy ~ Contemporary

Lilly Walsh is used to keeping things buttoned-up and aboveboard. After all, the last time she hooked up with someone in a wedding party, it nearly cost her her wedding planning business. Thankfully, those rules don’t apply when she meets a handsome stranger in a hotel bar. One bad pirate joke leads to the best night of her life, but come morning, she’s got a wedding to plan.

Lincoln Reid never imagined he’d see the woman who rocked his world last night and then ran out on him ever again. But there she is, planning his best friend’s wedding with the same passion and drive that brought him to his knees. She’s adamant that wedding planner and best man can never mix, but that just means he’s got four weeks to make her see him as more than just a one-night guy. Because he’s itching for more than one night...or five, or ten…

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