Spotlight: BOOK OF LOVE by Constance Bretes

BookOfLove_SmallBook of Love

A librarian, a mechanic, and a psychotic ex. What could go wrong?

When her marriage came to a devastating end, Janice Meyers moved to Montana to try to escape her past and get a fresh start. She’s sworn off men, but she didn’t anticipate meeting Chris.

After the death of his wife, Chris Jamisen focused all his time and energy on running his auto repair shop and raising his children. He’s not looking for love, and when he first meets Janice, the town’s new librarian, he never imagines they might embark on a relationship. Sure, he’ll admit he finds the smart, sexy blonde attractive, but the frustrating woman expects miracles from him. Her vehicle is practically beyond repair, but she insists he has to keep it running.

As Chris gets to know Janice, he begins to develop feelings for her, but he’s reluctant to pursue a relationship. He’s Native American, and he worries about the complications of a biracial relationship. He’s experienced prejudice first hand, so he knows how difficult it can be.

When Janice’s ex-husband shows up seeking revenge, things could reach a horrible end. Will Chris save Janice in time? And will he and Janice be able to set aside their painful pasts and give their relationship a chance?

Content Warning: contains some sexual content


Janice had butterflies in her stomach as five o’clock came and Chris arrived at the library.

“Hi, Chris,” Janice said.

“Hello. What’s this all about?” he asked pensively.

“I wanted to take you downstairs to the basement and show you something,” she said.

They walked down the stairs, Chris following Janice. When she turned on the light a rat slithered across the floor, and she let out a shriek. Chris looked around the room.

“We have all these books here,” Janice said. She lifted one of the old books and opened it to the pages and within where some were eaten away. “The vermin and bugs have been attacking these, and in some cases, the books have disintegrated. See here? This is a book about Colstrip back in the 1800s and we can’t even open the book to read it because it has totally disintegrated inside. Some of these books are real gems. This is one of a first edition, Samuel Clemens, do you know of him?”


“His pen name is Mark Twain. He wrote Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer.”

“Oh,” Chris replied.

“Look at his book. It’s totally destroyed, and it would have been worth a lot of money now, if it had survived.”

Janice went over to the ladder and stepped up on it to show Chris the books on the top shelf. The ladder gave way, and she came crashing down. Chris caught her before she fell to the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern in his tone.

“Um, yeah, I think so.” She put her feet on the floor and turned, facing Chris, her breasts against his chest. His arms were around her waist, holding her tightly. His breath mingled with hers, and he was looking down at her lips.

Oh, she wanted him to kiss her. Please, please kiss me. The sweet, intoxicating musk of his body overwhelmed her. He bent slightly toward her, and his lips touched hers softly. She kissed him back, lingering, savoring every moment. She felt the kiss all the way through her body as she put her arms around him. A loud rustling noise broke their kiss with a start.

Chris looked around and saw that there were rats in the corner rattling paper. He turned back to her. “Are we finished here?”

“Yes, I think we are.” Janice hoped she had convinced him that there was work to be done in the basement.

When they went upstairs, he turned around and asked her huskily, “What was the purpose of our little meeting, Janice?”

Janice thought about how she should answer the question then said, “I submitted the request to the mayor’s office for several things, and I heard that you would probably be the one person that would oppose spending any money for the project I’m suggesting, so I wanted to show you the benefit of my proposal and the problems we are faced with currently.”

Chris had a gentle smile on his face as he looked at her. “Good persuasion, Janice. Does that include the kiss too?”

Janice looked down at her feet, embarrassed. “No, the kiss was not part of the persuasion. At least, not on my part.”

Buy Book of Love at:
Amazon / Barnes and Noble / Beachwalk Press

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Constance Bretes, Author website:
Facebook: https://facebook.constancebretes
Twitter: http://twitter.conniebretes

Also by Constance Bretes:

Delayed Justice: Can two former lovers set aside their differences and work together to bring a criminal to justice?
The Last Dig: Bones, Bodies and Love Rekindled
Love Songs: Separated by fame, reunited through music

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New Book! Nobody’s Baby by Carol Burnside (+ #prizes)

Available for purchase today!


Nobody’s Baby

 (a contemporary romance novel)

She was the incubator, nothing more
until the parents died tragically
Now she’s having
Nobody’s Baby.

For Kate Morissey, becoming a surrogate seems like a great way to refill her tuition account and get the education she’s always wanted. After putting her life on hold to raise and educate her two brothers, she’s desperate for freedom and a college degree that will secure her future. Weeks away from realizing her dreams, a freak accident threatens everything.

Adopted as a boy into the safety of the Hawthorne family, Rio swore he’d never become a father. He won’t pass along his cruel legacy of abuse. When he inherits the last Hawthorne heir, obligation and duty dictates he abandon the challenges of guiding safari’s and become a parent. Convincing Kate to teach him infant care was the easy part. Proving his love isn’t her prison may be the hardest thing he’s ever done.

Buy links (12/14: Now at iBooks and GooglePlay too!): Amazon / AzonUK / AzonCA / AzonAU / B-N / Kobo / iBooks / AllRomance / Smashwords / GooglePlay

Nobody’s Baby released on Thanksgiving Day. My last book release of the year! I’m feeling pretty great about having released 5 e-books and 2 in print in 2014. They are (in order of release date):

A Suitable Wife, e-book
Her Unexpected Family, e-book
A Suitable Wife, print
Her Unexpected Family, print
Sunset Beach Sizzle, e-book
Heart 2 Heart, e-book
Nobody’s Baby, e-book

Check them all out here:

To thank my readers and interested parties, I’m giving away three prizes to three winners just before the Christmas holidays:
a $15 iTunes gift certificate
a $10 Amazon gift certificate
a $10 Barnes & Noble gift certificate

One prize per winner, but you can enter multiple times to increase your chances of winning and tweet every day! Click on the Rafflecopter link below to enter:

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Good luck!

Dec 14 – only 6 more days to enter. Are you feeling lucky?

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Let’s party with prizes and new books!

tnx2014_promoClick on the picture above and come party with me at The Romance Studio’s Thanksgiving Party through the 25th.

I’m excited to be giving three prizes to three lucky winners. CarolBurnside_Heart2Heart_ebk

Prize 1: 1 $10 gift certificate

Prize 2: An E-copy of Heart 2 Heart, my short story collection

and Prize 3: An E-copy of Nobody’s Baby, which will release by the time the party is over. Wheeeee! In addition, there’s a grand prize, so be sure to sign up for the drawings. nobodys-baby-e-reader-copy

I’m feeling so thankful, I just may offer a fourth prize, so when you get to the party site, click on my name in the left sidebar and see all my posts for the party.



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Release Blitz for Christmas in the Cotswolds by Jenny Kane

Christmas in the Cotswolds

by Jenny Kane (@JennyKaneAuthor)

A seasonal easy read romance, Christmas in the Cotswolds is Jenny Kane’s festive sequel to Another Cup of Christmas. (It can also be read as a stanChristmas in the Cotswolds200d alone story.)


Izzie Spencer-Harris, owner of the Cotswold Art and Crafts Centre, is due to host the prestigious Cotswold Choir’s annual Christmas carol concert in her beautiful converted church. Or at least she was, until a storm smashed a hole right through the chancel roof.

Days from Christmas, Izzie suddenly finds herself up to her neck in DIY, with her last dodgy workman having walked off the job. She does the only thing she can … calls in her best friend Megan to help.

Leaving Peggy and Scott to run Pickwicks Café in her absence, Megan heads to the Cotswolds for Christmas. Within minutes of her arrival, she finds herself hunting down anyone willing to take on extra work so close to Christmas. It seems the only person available to help is Joseph Parker – a carpenter who, while admittedly gorgeous, seems to have ulterior motives for everything he does …

With Izzie’s bossy mother, Lady Spencer-Harris, causing her problems at every turn, an accident at work causing yet more delays, and the date for the concert drawing ever nearer, it’s going to take a lot more than Mrs Vickers’ powerful mulled wine to make sure everything is all right on the night …


Izzie closed her eyes and counted to ten as the door of the Cotswold Arts Centre slammed shut.

There was no point in panicking. She simply didn’t have time for such luxuries if her converted church was going to be ready to host a Christmas carol concert by the renowned Cotswold Choir in nine days’ time.

Bored of being propositioned by men who weren’t remotely interested in her until they discovered she was a daughter of the gentry, Izzie had ejected the carpenter through her front door before he’d quite had time to work out just how insulting her rejection of his latest lurid suggestion was.

Now, her hasty tongue having deprived her of a desperately needed pair of tradesman’s hands, Izzie sat with a heavy thump onto the nearest pew. She knew she had to find fresh help, and fast. A task that wouldn’t be easy so close to Christmas.

‘Although,’ Izzie addressed the image of Noah, who smiled benevolently at her from his stained-glass window, as if grateful he hadn’t been smashed to pieces by the tree branch that had come through the top of the chancel and caused so much seasonal inconvenience, ‘I’m damn sure I’m not asking my mother to help out ever again!’

Reaching for the offending package of invitations that had arrived by courier first thing that morning, Izzie emptied it onto the table. The invitations were supposed to have been posted by now. As soon as she’d seen them, Izzie understood why her mother had left them to the last minute.

Unfussy, cost-effective, and with a medieval Christmas flavour in keeping with the spirit of the converted fourteenth-century church where the concert was to be held. That’s what she’d asked for.

What she’d got was decadent Victorian-style gold-edged invitations which weighed so much, Izzie was sure that posting them alone would break the bank. And if that wasn’t bad enough, her mother had done the one thing that she had expressively forbidden. She’d put Izzie’s full name on the invitations.

Lady Perdita Spencer-Harris had been unable to comprehend why her daughter didn’t want to use the family name to help sales. She simply didn’t understand that Izzie wanted people to come to hear the choir for its own sake, or because they wanted to see what she’d done in her art centre; not because she was a young and single female member of the landed gentry.

Miss Isadora Spencer-Harris
cordially invites you to a magical festive evening at
The Cotswold Arts Centre, Chipping Swinton
to hear the renowned Cotswold Choir’s
Christmas Carol Concert
Saturday 21st December
7 p.m. for 7.30 p.m. start
£25 per ticket
Refreshments provided
RSVP by 18th December to Harris Park

Wrapping her stripy woollen scarf more tightly around her neck, Izzie breathed warm air over her cold fingers. Deciding it wasn’t cost effective to heat the church this late at night just for her, she gathered up the invitations, and with one last check that the polythene sheeting would keep the rest of her chancel roof in place overnight, Izzie headed home.
Izzie scooped up three Christmas cards from her doormat. A smile replaced her frown as she opened the first envelope to see a cartoon robin wishing her a Merry Christmas. Inside, beneath the seasonal greeting, her friend Megan had written Must meet up SOON! I’d love to see your new art centre.

‘Should I?’ Izzie was sure her dearest friend from college would help. Megan always helped. Izzie addressed the picture of the robin, ‘But won’t she be hugely busy at Pickwicks café this close to Christmas?’

Switching on her laptop, Izzie started to hunt for a replacement tradesman to help repair her church roof. Half an hour of searching later, and her quest was looking increasingly hopeless by the minute.

It was no good, if she wasn’t going to be forced to ask her parents to bail her out – which was an ‘over her dead body’ situation as far as Izzie was concerned – she needed alternative assistance. Izzie picked up her mobile before guilt at disturbing her friend’s life at Christmas overtook her.

‘Megan, thank goodness you’re there! How can I put this … help!’

Buy links:  AMAZON-UK      AMAZON-US

Jenny KaneWith a background in history and archaeology, Jenny Kane should really be sat in a dusty university library translating Medieval Latin criminal records, before writing research documents that hardly anyone would want to read. Instead, tucked away in the South West of England, Jenny Kane writes stories with one hand, while working for a Distance Learning Company with the other.

Jenny spends a large part of her time in the local coffee shops, where she creates her stories, including the novels Romancing Robin Hood (Accent Press, 2014), the best selling contemporary romance Another Cup of Coffee (Accent Press, 2013), and the novella length sequels Another Cup of Christmas (Accent Press, 2013) and Christmas in the Cotswolds, (Accent Press, 2014)

Jenny’s next full length novel, Abi’s House, will be published by Accent Press in 2015.

Jenny Kane is also the author of quirky children’s picture books There’s a Cow in the Flat (Hushpuppy, 2014) and Joe’s Letter (Coming soon from Hushpuppy)

Keep your eye on Jenny’s blog at for more details.

Twitter – @JennyKaneAuthor

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Jenny Kane also writes erotica as Kay Jaybee. (


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Cover Reveal: VERSIONS by Megan Mitcham


Versions – Blacklist Novella 1

The truth doesn’t have versions. Or does it?

Rin Lee covered her childhood in dirt and danced on its grave. Only she pranced a little too hard and spent her young-adult life tiptoeing the straight and narrow. Things finally paid off in the form of a job with the Department of Defense, a home of her own, and a boyfriend muscled enough he put Zach Efron to shame. Until one text reveals a hideous truth that splinters her world.

Suddenly she can’t trust Nate or their surrogate family of friends. Can she possibly trust Luck—the man who mirrors her soul, scares her beyond the neat confines she’s erected around herself, and makes her scrutinize the versions she’s always been too angry to see?

Luck turned to the streets out of necessity, while Rin slapped on blinders and ignored those willing to help her. A stupid move for a sultry young woman. But the skills she learned in the rough and tumble underbelly of DC will serve his latest assignment well. Because people like them have the instinct to survive.

About the Author:

Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens heart pounding romantic thriller novels and window steaming erotic romance. For sneak peeks and giveaways sign up for her newsletter at You can also follow her on FacebookTwitterPinterest & Goodreads!


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Part 2: My interview @ArkansasAuthors

ArkAuth_200x210-e1381530878376Part two of my interview at Arkansas Authors is up today. This section covers my writing space, authors I admire and read, my advice to writers, favorite quotes and an excerpt from my recent release, Sunset Beach Sizzle.

I’m responding to reader questions, so come on over and chat with me.

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Part 1: My interview today @ArkansasAuthors

ArkAuth_200x210-e1381530878376Part one of my interview at Arkansas Authors is up today. This first batch of interview questions concerns my journey to publication and eventually indie publishing as well as my recent release, Sunset Beach Sizzle.

I’m responding to reader questions, so come on over and chat with me.

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Home for Christmas #Free, My gift to you!

Home For Christmas WEBSITE USE-aEmbrace the heart-warming story of Joseph and Danni’s second chance at love with Home for Christmas, my free short story and sampler e-book.

I’m happy to say that Amazon has finally price matched this book and made it free as well. Yay!

Home for Christmas is available at these and other fine retailers:


Happy reading!

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Little Boxes by Celia J Anderson #giveaway

I’m honored to introduce to my blog followers author Celia J Anderson and her new contemporary romance novel, Little Boxes as part of her blog tour.

tourbutton_littleboxesCelia, the floor is yours.

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Talking of boxes, on this promotion tour for Little Boxes release, I’m going retro – all the way back to Forest Gump talking about life being ‘like a box of chocolates’.

If you were faced with a massive choice of your favourites, which would you eat first? There’s an old quote from Jilly Cooper that I always loved from the days before her blockbusters when she wrote much shorter books, such as Prudence, Octavia and Imogen. I loved those early stories, and it’s driving me nuts which one had the line linking choosing your man to picking a sweetie, something about holding out for the coffee creams. Well, I would do just that. Coffee creams are my all time favourite chocolate.

In Little Boxes, Tom is the coffee cream – dark chocolate, slightly bitter, but smooth and sensual when you get past the first kick of flavour. He’s had a difficult life so far but he’s ready to let Molly in, if she can acquire the taste …

Molly herself is more like the rum truffle. She’s dark, sweet and packs a powerful punch when she’s angry, but the effect is delicious, and Tom is soon addicted. He can’t live without her but he can’t work out how to convince Molly that he’s the one for her.

Dot is a chunk of popping candy that’s sneaked into the box – she adds fizz to any occasion and is ready for adventure. Shaun, however, has got to be a thin sliver of chilli chocolate – spicy and vaguely dangerous, with a bite. And Kate’s a caramel, hard to get into, even harder to get away from, sometimes painful!

So, in your personal; box of chocolates, who’s the one that always gets left till last? Who’s the strawberry soft centered one? Who has the pulling power in your world?


Molly, breathless and pink in the face, came to a halt next to her youngest son and wondered why he was turning out to be so uncontrollable. Her eldest, Sam, had been completely different – happy to play with his Lego for hours, or draw endless pictures of his tortoise. Mind you, there hadn’t been all this open space available to go wild in when Sam was small. They had still been living in the little village on the outskirts of Leicester where she and Jake grew up. Theo and Hattie had been born there, too – it was only Max who had this giant beach playground to trash.

Bribing Max with promises of ice cream, she herded her brood back towards the promenade. The girls were sulking again. She could see Tom making his laborious way over the stones – a clever balancing act involving two sticks and a lot of muscle power. He was placing each stick carefully each time he was ready to move forward, picking the biggest, steadiest stones and testing them for steadiness as he went. A folding easel stuck out from Tom’s bag, and he was weighed down by his picnic chair and painting sack. It must be an enormous effort for him to get from A to B, Molly thought, flushing again as she remembered how she’d let herself down by ogling him.

She’d always had a weakness for strong, tanned forearms, and Tom’s were definitely worth looking at. In fact, his whole upper body looked amazingly toned. Molly watched him swing himself over the stones with only the occasional pause to balance. How blue his eyes were – piercing and yet thoughtful, looking right inside her as if he was able to read her soul. It was a good job he couldn’t.

Molly had noticed Tom painting on the cliffs for the first time last winter, and had been trying to think what she could do to get to know him ever since. There was something intriguing about his level of concentration and the way he set his jaw when he was painting. You would never dare to interrupt someone who cared so much about their work.

What kind of man would brave the bitter cold to paint such fresh, clean pictures day after day? Molly had stood in the shelter of the Ferrymead-on-Sea lighthouse on that first morning, muffled to the eyeballs in scarves and a woolly hat, but Tom’s short blond curls were unprotected by any sort of headgear and he had nothing thicker than a battered leather jacket to protect him from the icy east coast wind. Molly had wondered whether to offer him some coffee from her flask, but had chickened out. He’d looked as if interruptions would definitely not be welcome.

‘Mum, look at that man you were just talking to – he’s very brave, isn’t he?’ said Hattie as Tom, reaching the concrete of the promenade, picked up speed and reclaimed the wheelchair that he’d left chained to a lamp post.

‘Hattie, you’re so wet. And you’d better not let him hear you say stuff like that, either,’ her sister replied, giving her a shove.

Hattie righted herself and glared at Theo. ‘Why not?’

‘Duh, it’s obvious. He’ll think you pity him ‘cos he can’t walk without sticks. Even I know you should never do that.’

Hattie stuck out her bottom lip and watched Tom bowl away out of sight. ‘He’s fast though, isn’t he, Mum? He could do Paralympics or something,’ she said after a moment.

‘He really gets a move on,’ agreed Molly, trying to banish the unfamiliar ripples of lust that were making her slightly breathless. ‘Come on, we said we’d go and have an ice cream with your dad at the bistro. He’ll think we’ve abandoned him.’

Here’s the blurb:

Little BoxesSuddenly bereaved, Molly White realises that she has never really known her feisty husband Jake when random boxes begin to appear through the post, each one containing a tantalising clue to the secrets of Jake and Molly’s past. Someone who knows them both well, for reasons of their own, has planned a trail of discovery. The clues seem to be designed to change Molly’s life completely, leading her around Britain and then onwards to rural France and deepest Bavaria.

Meanwhile, waiting in the wings is Tom, a charismatic artist who runs a gallery in the same town. Strong, independent and wheelchair-bound from the age of fifteen, he leads a solitary life and has no idea how devastatingly attractive he is to women. When Tom meets curvy, beautiful and funny Molly, he knows that she is his dream woman, but she seems way out of his orbit until the boxes start to weave their spell and the two of them are thrown right out of their comfort zones.

Little Boxes is a story of love in a variety of guises – mother-love, unrequited passion, infatuation and the shadow-love held in memories that refuse to go away.

Buy links:

Carol here. I’m hijacking this post for a bit to insert my two cents.

Carol’s review: ♥♥♥♥♥

Thanks to the author who gifted me an e-copy of this story in exchange for an honest review.

I was intrigued by the blurb for Little Boxes, then followed my usual routine of taking a peek inside the book via Amazon’s “Look Inside” feature. I liked what I read, so I requested a copy to review during Celia’s blog tour.

Celia J. Anderson’s Little Boxes pulled me in from the start and kept drawing me back every time life interrupted my reading time. The characters were multi-faceted and interesting, the pace steady and the plot twists unexpected. The little boxes in the story were ingenious, each one a revelation, adding another layer to the story like a lovely tiered cake.

I thoroughly enjoyed Little Boxes and hope to read more of Anderson’s work soon.

celiaandersonAuthor Bio:

Celia J Anderson spends most of her spare time writing in as many different genres as possible, including children’s fiction. In her other life, she’s Assistant Headteacher at a small Catholic primary school in the Midlands and loves teaching literature (now comfortingly called English again but still the best subject in the world.)

She tried a variety of random jobs before discovering that the careers advisor at secondary school was right, including running crèches, childminding, teaching children to ride bikes (having omitted to mention she couldn’t do it herself) and a stint in mental health care. All these were ideal preparation for the classroom and provided huge amounts of copy for the books that were to come.

Celia enjoys cooking and eating in equal measures, and thinks life without wine would be a sad thing indeed. She is married, with two grown up daughters who have defected to the seaside. One day she plans to scoop up husband and cats and join them there.

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Here and there 11-6-14

I’m blogging on PFHT today about my daughter’s wedding reception last Saturday in Denver, romance in general and writing. Pretty pictures and more are being shared!

Between edits on Nobody’s Baby, I’ll pop in and reply to comments.

Coming soon…

nobodys-baby-e-reader-copyNew release info on NOBODY’S BABY





Guest author blog tours


and more!

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