Harlot at the Homestead Book Tour

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Harlot at the Homestead is going on tour! With the help of the lovely ladies at Love Bites and Silk, I’m looking for bloggers happy to host, post, read and review. If you’re interested in hosting me at your blog for a book spotlight or author/character interview and you’d like to get your hands on a free review copy of my historical western, then please sign up using the link below.

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EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING BOOK BOYFRIEND BLOG HOP

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The Book Boyfriend Blog Hop is back and better than ever!

The authors of Evernight have a brand new team of swoon-worthy book boyfriend candidates. A sexy assortment of cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, and shifters are just a click away.

Get ready to find your next book boyfriend…

The heroes in romance novels are larger than life – in more ways than one ;). They are the type of men that we love to read about because they can fulfil so many of our needs and desires. Real men are great, I’m not denying it, but a book boyfriend can be whatever and whoever you want him to be. There are qualities that a book boyfriend must have which include strength, stamina, good looks, a knowledge of how to please a woman, a man, or even both and a good heart. Even if he’s a bad boy, there needs to be something beneath the surface that makes him desirable, whether it’s a hidden vulnerability that makes you long to wrap your arms around him, or perhaps a sensitivity to the needs of his lover.

My book boyfriend this blog hop is cowboy Gideon Swain from my historical western Wanton in the Wild West. Amber Carpenter, 23, and her friend Maisie Bennett are being escorted home from Chicago to Deadwood in the summer of 1890 via the Chicago and North-Western Railroad. Amber is reluctant to leave Miss Claudia’s home where she has enjoyed spending time but she is excited by the presence of their escorts, two attractive cowboys: Gideon Swain, 29, and Harry Delaney, 23.

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Gideon is confident, gorgeous and knows what he wants, although it does take him the course of the novella to be sure about it. His conflict lies in being filled with desire for Amber Carpenter, yet not wanting to repeat past mistakes (you’ll need to read the novella to find out what these are) because he has a strong sense of responsibility and a need to do the right thing, even if his erection has other plans. Gideon is concerned about Amber getting hurt – after all, she’s a virgin and a young woman – but he can also can see that Harry really likes her and that there is a growing attraction between the three of them. Gideon and Harry become close and make love and Amber willingly loses her virginity to Harry while Gideon makes love to him. It’s a hot yet tender scene about the need for physical fulfilment but also a deeper connection, which is what Gideon craves and has done for a long time.

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Here’s what Amber thinks about Gideon and his companion Harry during the early part of their train journey:

Amber turned away and looked instead at the burly cowboys sat opposite. They were both big and broad-shouldered with long muscular legs and huge, rough hands. They wore dark suits—their Sunday best, she guessed, as being cowboys she doubted that their usual attire would be so smart. But that was where the similarities seemed to end. Gideon Swain had dark brown hair cropped close to his head. His eyes were a soft warm brown, and they crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He looked as if he were in his late twenties. His companion, Harry Delaney, was about twenty-three—the same age as she was. He wore his thick sandy blond hair combed backwards with some kind of pine and cinnamon scented pomade. Amber was fascinated by his hazel eyes, which seemed to change hue through the day, as if following the sun or betraying the slightest alteration in his mood.

The men exuded strength and vitality. Amber could just imagine them astride their horses, galloping across the Great Plains. Their physiques were those of working men who could tend the land and their animals with expert care, yet take down a troublemaker in a saloon with one punch. A woman would feel safe with a man like that around. Perhaps.
She chewed her lip at her own musings. But despite their solid exteriors, both men had an air of melancholy that floated like a delicate fragrance about them. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but it was there. It didn’t match up with their masculine physical presence, and Amber found it intriguing. What could have happened to them that gave them such an air of unease? She had spotted the quickly hidden flicker of pain that sliced through their eyes like lightning through the night sky. It reminded her of her own, and it drew her to them like bees to a flower bed. As she looked at them, her stomach flipped. It was a strange sensation and one that she wasn’t familiar with. She felt excited and nervous all at once, as if something was going to happen, but she wasn’t quite sure what. Her reaction had been identical when she’d first seen them in Chicago just over two weeks ago. They had arrived at Miss Claudia’s large townhouse in order to consult with her about escorting Amber and Maisie back to Deadwood. Having no mature female to accompany them had left Miss Claudia a little jittery, to say the least, but Mr. Swain and Mr. Delaney had been most reassuring and persuasive. And what choice had Miss Claudia had? Her boarding house was full to bursting, and it was high time that Amber and Maisie returned home. So she’d entrusted the young ladies into the care of the solemn young cowboys. Besides, they had come highly recommended by others within Miss Claudia’s social circle, and such recommendations were not to be sniffed at.
Just being near two such strong and worldly seeming men with only Maisie as a companion, stirred something naughty in Amber, and she had a feeling that her time in their company could end up being an education in itself. She wriggled around in her seat. Her purple satin travelling attire was very pretty and haute couture, but that didn’t mean that it was comfortable. She had chosen it because Miss Claudia admired how it lit up her blue eyes and created a perfect contrast to her black tresses. Amber shook her head. She had succumbed to vanity in a moment of weakness, and now she was paying for it. At least her travelling companions provided a welcome distraction.
Right now, Gideon had a small pair of round spectacles balanced on his aquiline nose, and he was making notes with a pencil in a little black leather bound book. He frowned at intervals, causing his Stetson to move forwards on his head. It made Amber giggle. He looked so serious, as if he was plotting to run for president, and she wondered what was going on in his mind. She was almost certain that his thoughts weren’t travelling in the same direction as her own. To his left, Harry had sunk low in his seat, his own black hat pulled down over his eyes, his long legs stretched out in front. Amber roamed his face, tracing the square line of his jaw where a light dusting of golden stubble had begun to grow. She wondered how it would feel to run her hand over his chin, to feel that rough hair against her palm. She shivered and pressed her thighs tightly together. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, and his strong hands lay clasped over his stomach. As she looked lower, casting a cautious glance around to check that no one observed her, she perused his groin. Maisie was a fool not to be interested in what lay beneath Harry’s trousers. Amber could clearly make out a substantial bulge, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and squeeze it. She shook her head. She was indeed a wanton woman. But she just wanted a little fun … a little experience before she gave in to drudgery. What was wrong with that?
She toyed with her fan, flicking it out then folding it back. The movement made her think of an agitated cat’s tail. She’d had a ball in Chicago where she’d stayed with Maisie and her loopy aunt Claudia, and she hadn’t wanted to leave. When she’d left Deadwood just over a year ago, she hadn’t been convinced that she’d have a good time at all. Granny Carpenter had talked her into it, telling her that all young ladies should know how to conduct themselves properly and that it would do her good to travel a little before settling down. Especially before settling down in Deadwood. Granny had even suggested that she might find herself a man in Chicago! A smile spread across her face, and she quickly concealed it with her fan. What would Granny have said if she’d known what Amber had gotten up to?

What’s up for grabs?
• One lucky hopper will win a $100 Amazon Gift Certificate sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
• Plus, each author is giving away their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter? Answer this question in the comments below…

What is it about Gideon Swain, a cowboy book boyfriend, that would get your pulse racing? 😉

Be sure to leave the answer and your email address to be eligible to win a prize. Each comment gives you an entry for the grand prize (one per blog hop stop). Also, I’m offering a $10 Amazon voucher and a copy of Wanton in the Wild West for the most interesting response to my question.

Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

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Book Release – Next To You – by Rebecca Brochu

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BLURB:
Understaffed, overworked and generally exhausted contractor Ricci DeAngelo still has to contend with a long subway ride at the end of each day. The last thing he expects is to fall head long into a relationship while dozing on the train. But that’s exactly what happens when a sexy and equally exhausted stranger falls asleep on his shoulder one night.

Ricci’s nap partner ends up being Layton Callis, an equally overworked pâtissier who looks and smells good enough to eat. When they unexpectedly fall into a routine of napping together on the late train Ricci finds himself in a unique position. He can continue only seeing Layton during the week and spending his weekends in a sleepless mess. Or Ricci can step up and see if he can get Layton to agree to wake up next to him on a more permanent basis.

EXCERPT:

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Ricci blurted it out and watched Layton’s eyes go wide and then soft and hot. He reached out and put the empty mug on the bedside table beside Layton’s.

“If that’s how you react to coffee, I’m definitely going to have to cook breakfast…” Layton’s teasing was drowned out as Ricci pushed forward and kissed him.

It started slow, just like the kiss from the night before. Ricci teased the seam of Layton’s lips with his tongue, licked at the corners of his mouth leisurely for a moment before he swept inside. He chased the taste of coffee around Layton’s mouth, learned the curve of his teeth and the wet, hot strength of his tongue all over again. It was good, better than any kiss Ricci could remember at the moment. It only improved when Layton pressed closer until Ricci was forced to lean back completely against the headboard so Layton could crawl forward onto his lap.

They broke the kiss slowly and stayed where they were for a moment, faces pressed close as they both panted for air. Layton moved first. He slid his hands up the wide expanse of Ricci’s chest and then down over the curve of his shoulders as he ducked his head so he could place nipping kisses on the base of Ricci’s neck.

Ricci groaned and tipped his head back to give Layton better access while he clenched one hand in the sheet beside him and trailed the tips of the fingers on his other hand down Layton’s bare back until he could palm the curve of his ass.

Layton whined, a sweet high-pitched sound, when Ricci squeezed his ass lightly and then he set his teeth to Ricci’s skin harder in response.

Ricci bucked his hips upwards as he hissed at the sting. They both groaned low and long when the rapidly hardening jut of his cock pressed against Layton’s through the thin fabric of their sleep pants.

“You said I could touch you.” Ricci’s pulled Layton closer to him with the hand on his ass and finally untangled his other from where it had begun to claw at his bed sheets. “I really hope you meant it.”

“I meant it.” Layton’s words were broken by the way he panted against the curve of Ricci’s neck. “I definitely meant it.”

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The Girl On The Bus – Raven McAllan

The Girl On The Bus by Raven McAllan

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Blurb
Julia ran out on Tay five years ago, so she can’t be the woman he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.
Will she agree, or will she run again?

Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, spanking

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Excerpt – 18+
Once inside the room, which as far as Julia could see, was empty except for a bed, Mister T gripped her by the chin. “What is the first thing you thought when you came inside?”
Julia answered him without thinking about it. “Is that all?”
His shout of laughter rumbled through her, and his hand on her hair sent zaps of hot hard arousal to her clit and pussy.
“Well we can’t have that, can we? A disappointed sub. Now I wonder what we should do?”
Going on instinct, Julia knelt awkwardly in front of him—she’d done her research on line—put her hands behind her and bent her head.
“Please, sir.” To her annoyance her voice shook and she cleared her throat. “I want to learn.”
“What, pet? What do you want to learn?”
Julia swallowed. “Whatever you wish to show me, sir.” Then she remembered one of the books she’d read. “Within my safe words.”
He’d laughed. “Clever, pet. What are they and what do they mean?”
“Red, stop now. We may discuss why I’m calling red but until we do its non-negotiable. Yellow, I’m not sure about what’s happening, and maybe we need to discuss it further. And green, oh yes, I’m very happy let’s carry on.”
He crouched in front of her and kissed her nose. “That seems to cover it. Well sub, I’m considered to be best at wax play. Are you willing to let me show you the beauty therein?”
Those words spoken in his velvet voice made her ream coat her pussy and thighs and the hairs on her arms stand up.
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” The salutation seemed so easy to say, and so normal to her, that it rolled of her tongue automatically.
What followed became the most special and mind blowing time of her life. It was all well and good saying no sex, but it had been sexual in its own way.
Tay showed her with both diagrams and pictures what would happen. Then asked her to sign yet more disclaimers, before telling her to shower to remove all lotions and perfumes.
When she’d exited the shower, a tall smiling woman waited for her. Julia blushed. She might not be ashamed of her hourglass figure, but she wasn’t used to flaunting it.
“Master T said would you put this on, please? He reckoned you’d not be happy dressed just in a thong as he’d prefer.” She’d passed a bikini to Julia who looked at it doubtfully. It was so tiny, Julia reckoned she’d be lucky to get her nipple covered by the top, it looked to be an AA cup and she was a DD. The bottom wasn’t much better, but at least it covered her bush.
The other woman, “Call me Callie,” giggled as Julia blushed. The way Callie’s face crinkled up, made her look much more approachable and ten years younger. Julia realized she was around the same age as herself.
“Master T?” Julia asked as she struggled to dress in the bikini without dropping the towel. “Does he ever go mask-less?”
Callie shook her head. “Nope, but he’s so good no one worries. Look, honey, it’s obviously you’re like a newborn babe here. Believe me, no one will bother about your body, except to see the marks of your Sir or Master on it. For hygiene’s sake, if you carry on you’ll shave or wax your pussy, it’s preferred, and you’ll get used to being mainly unclothed. It’s no biggie. Right, you’re playing in private, but I’m dungeon master for you. Master T thought you’d be happier with a woman around.”
The following hour had been eye opening, enlightening, and mind blowing.
“I’m tying you down, pet, for your own safety,” Tay told her. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.” Okay she didn’t know how she felt about not having the chance to move, but then she trusted him to know best. Behind him, Callie leaned against the wall ever watchful. So she did have a get out of jail card.
Once the first drop of wax hit her chest, the intense sting was followed by a flush of arousal so strong Julia almost came there and then. At the stern, “do not come until I say so”, she bit her lip, regulating her breathing instead. She flew. Nothing existed except each soft drop of wax, his quiet praise, and the way she was detached and watching herself flush and blossom.
He tapped her mound gently and spoke in his sex on legs voice. “Fly, pet. Come for me now, Silver, show me how you let go.”

Raven Bio
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)

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Molly’s Mates – Jenny Lyn – NEW RELEASE – RIVER RECKONING (TROUBLE IN TRESPASS)

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Today I am honoured to welcome fellow Evernight author Jenny Lyn to my blog to tell us about her new release River Reckoning (Trouble in Trespass).

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Hey Jenny! So what’s the book about?

BOOK SUMMARY ~ RIVER RECKONING (TROUBLE IN TRESPASS):
Bond Mason’s roots run deep in the backwoods hamlet of Trespass, Florida. Nestled against the banks of the Suwannee River, the only home she’s ever known holds bittersweet memories of a family long gone. Except one of her ghosts isn’t dead and possessive ex-lover James Kyle wants her back.
U.S. Deputy Marshal Nathan Gates sights are set on capturing fugitive Robert Kyle. Wanted for the cold-blooded murder of a DEA agent, Robert is suspected of being hidden away with his moonshine-brewing, marijuana-growing family of fellow lawbreakers, one of which is his brother, James.
Nathan expected high temperatures when he arrived in Trespass. What he hadn’t counted on is his searing attraction to southern beauty Bond Mason. She winds him around her finger like a tendril of Spanish moss, but his lawman’s intuition tells him she’s hiding secrets too. When he finally convinces her to talk, he’s not prepared for the dark truths she reveals about her hometown.
The Suwannee is deep, but Trespass’s sins run much deeper. For once, Nathan might be in over his head.

Excerpt (Rated R):
Bond rolled to her knees, still smiling, as she untied the sash to her robe. She let it fall open but didn’t shrug it off her shoulders. It parted in slow motion a few inches then stopped, revealing a swath of golden skin down the center of her body, the inviting valley between her breasts and the small patch of dark trimmed curls at the apex of her toned thighs. Nathan stood motionless, taking her in as he tried to decide what he wanted to set his mouth to first.
“Nathan.” Her fingers nervously toyed with the robe’s sash. He gradually raised his gaze to hers, tearing it away from the temptation of her body. “I have a small confession to make.”
His interest was piqued. “I’m listening.”
Color flooded her cheeks. He put one knee on the mattress and kissed her jaw reassuringly. She braced her hands on his biceps, the heat of a sigh warming his ear. “Last night when you were kind of … bossy … I liked it … a lot.”
He grinned. That was some admission. His single-minded cock wholeheartedly approved. It was so hard it threatened to bust through the teeth of his zipper. “You like me telling you what to do, huh?”
She nodded. Her fingers caught the hem of his t-shirt, stripping it over his head. “I like it when you talk.”
“Last night you said I talked too much.”
“I can’t be held accountable for the things I say during incredible sex. I want you to talk.”
Incredible sex. No argument there, it had been. Tonight was going to top that.
The robe slipped off one shoulder exposing her right breast, an enticement impossible to resist. Nathan ducked his head and made a lazy circle around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. It tightened to a stiff peak. He felt her fingers slide through his hair, heard the tiny moan she made in her throat. “Dirty?” he asked against her skin.
“Anything. I want to listen, not think. I like your voice, but if you were saying naughty things it would be even better.”
He chuckled as he eased off the bed. Bond sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs expectantly. “Take your hair down.”
She released the clip, allowing the dark mass to tumble free. When she shook her head, damp curls slid over her shoulders. Nathan reached out and wound a long lock around his fingers, tugging gently. “You’re stunning.” More color flooded her cheeks and neck. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. “Come closer.”
Rising to her knees, she scooted to the edge of the bed, pressing her chest to his. Nathan caught the lapels of her robe in his fists and pulled it down her arms, trapping them at her sides. He buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses across the tender, fragrant skin. Her scent made him drunk with desire, crazy with need. Never had he been so affected by a woman as he was by Bond. She was like some illicit drug, and he’d become a hopeless addict with one sample.

Author Bio:
I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.
I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read, run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various forms.

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Thanks for visiting Jenny!

If you have any questions or comments for Jenny, you know what to do!

Hugs!
Molly xxx

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Colorado Promise – Historical Western Romance – by Charlene Whitman

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Today I’d like to welcome the wonderful Charlene Whitman to my blog!

Her novel Colorado Promise is Book One in the Front Range series.

Blurb:

In this passionate sweet Western Historical Romance, author Charlene Whitman introduces Emma Bradshaw—a high-society young woman from New York, who is forced to move out to the untamed Front Range in Colorado and finds that true love can withstand all the dangers the West can throw at her.

Greeley, Colorado, in 1875 is a town built on a promise . . .

. . . but to Emma it is a desert prison in the middle of a hostile and dusty prairie. Emma had hoped to go to Vassar College, to pursue her dreams of becoming a botanical illustrator. But when her father, struck with “Western fever” moves the family out West, Emma’s dreams are shattered. Her only consolation is that her childhood friend, handsome Randall Turnbull, has moved to Greeley to work for his railroad baron father. Her heart sparked by his comforting presence, she hopes Randall will fall in love with her and marry her.

But promises often turn bitter . . .

. . . as Lucas Rawlings, veterinarian and horse lover, well knows. Lucas has lived on the Front Range for three years at Sarah Banks’s horse ranch, after stumbling down from the Rockies consumed with grief. Since losing his precious wife and baby in childbirth, he doesn’t think his heart can bear ever loving again. But Sarah, a half-Cheyenne with a medicine woman for a grandmother, has a vision showing it’s time Lucas married again. He scoffs until he rescues Emma in a sudden hailstorm and their lives become intricately entwined.

Emma must choose—and fight—for the man she loves, at the risk of all she loves . . .

Emma yearns for the comfort and familiarity of Randall’s company, but Lucas’s easy confidence and gentle ways snag her heart. Facing a new life beset by grasshoppers, drought, and blizzards is hard enough. But when murderous ranchers try to force Sarah off her land, and her brother takes up dangerous company, the lives of her family and the man she’s come to love are threatened. It will take a miracle—and the strength and promises of true love—to come through unscathed in this untamed land.

About the Author

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Charlene Whitman spent many years living on Colorado’s Front Range. She grew up riding and raising horses, and loves to read, write, and hike the mountains. She attended Colorado State University in Fort Collins as an English major. She has two daughters and is married to George “Dix” Whitman, her love of thirty years. Colorado Promise is her first Historical Western Romance novel.

Books 2 and 3 in the Front Range series will be out sometime next year — Colorado Hope and Colorado Promise.

Links

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Colorado Promise is available here in all formats.

Thanks so much for visiting, Charlene!

If you have any questions or comments for Charlene please post them here and she’ll do her best to respond! The best comment or question will also win a copy of the novel!

Molly xxx

It’s beginning to feel a lot like…Christmas?

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Well, Christmas really is just weeks away. I can’t believe we’re already in November. I wish I’d written a Christmassy tale this year…but maybe next year! It has been a busy one anyway and I have several projects coming to fruition, so 2014 will be a busy year! 2013 has been great in a lot of ways – debut novella released, developing professional relationships with publishers and other authors and, of course, spending precious time with my family.

I have little Christmas rituals I like to perform each year, such as making mince pies, tracking Santa on Norad (I LOVE doing this with my kids) and at least a dozen others which I’ll post about as the festive season draws even closer. But one of my favourites is reading at least one Christmas novel. There’s nothing like cuddling up in the warm with a mug of hot chocolate – or a nice glass of wine – and reading a good festive novel.

So here are two recommendations to get you in the Christmas mood this year:

Number 1

A Scandalous Regency Christmas
This is an anthology featuring a story by one of my favourite authors Barbara Monajem, as well as some other fabulous authors – Christine Merrill, Marguerite Kaye, Annie Burrows and Linda Skye.

Browsing the Mills and Boon section at a supermarket deep in the heart of Wales yesterday, I found this one on the shelf. My husband thought I was mad taking a photo!

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Number 2

Wicked Wonderland written by another of my favourite authors, the lovely Lisa Whitefern.

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This is a delightful combination of adorable characters, festive magic and vivid menage romance. Ms Whitefern creates intensity throughout with internal and external conflicts which keep the reader turning pages.
Lilly is a strong yet vulnerable love, Nick is smoking dom hot and Kris is the man you’d want as a bfwb! Add to this delightful trio the evil sibling, the fascinating birdmen (conjured images of the winged men from Flash Gordon) and the heat that happens just about everywhere (Xmas cards with pics of Santa’s sleigh will never look the same, nor will rooftops) and you’ve got a thoroughly enjoyable combination!

So there you have it! My two reading suggestions for the next few weeks.
Why not check them out then let me – and the authors – know what you think?

Did they get you in the Christmas mood?

Is it beginning to feel a little…or a lot…like Christmas?

Molly xxx