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October 21, 2015

Excerpt & Giveaway! The Nine Month Plan by Wendy Markham

Nina Chickalini has been waiting all her life to get out of Queens, but something always holds her back. If it isn’t the four siblings she raised almost single-handedly, it’s the neighborhood pizzeria she’s running so Pop can take it easy. At last, she’s counting down mere months, instead of years, until she’ll be free to embark on her grand adventure.

Leave it to her best friend, good old reliable Joe Materi, to wait until now to make an incredible request.

Have his baby? The last thing Nina needs is another reason to feel tied down. But how can she refuse the man who’s always been there for her? Getting in the family way turns out to be easy, and suddenly she’s seeing her old pal in a whole new light.

The clock is ticking, her bags are packed, and Joe—muscular arms cradling a baby, sexy voice crooning a lullaby—isn’t part of the plan. So why does Nina feel as though she’s already embarked on the adventure of a lifetime?

An Avon Romance


Nina Chickalini is no stranger to the tiny, windowless room just off the rectory of Most Precious Mother church on Ditmars Boulevard in Queens.

It was here that she made her first—and last—confession to Father Hugh. Make that, the late Father Hugh. But that part—the late part—wasn’t her fault, no matter what Joey Materi said then . . . and continues to say.

Until that May weekday afternoon a decade ago, the parishioners of Most Precious Mother made their confessions in the blessed anonymity of the closest-like confessionals in the main church. But apparently, face-to-face confessions in a casual setting had become all the diocesan rage, and Nina’s pre-confirmation class was to be initiated into confessing their sins in the new-fangled way.

Ordinarily, Danny Andonelli would have gone first. But he had caught a nasty throwing-up kind of flu from his little brother—or so he said. Nina suspected he was loathe to confess his failure to Keep Holy the Sabbath Day—he’d been caught throwing water balloons at passing subway trains the previous Sunday afternoon.

Anyway, Danny was absent that day, leaving Nina alphabetically next in line to make her first confession.

She sat on the folding wooden chair opposite the kindly old priest, took a deep breath and forced herself to look him in the eye.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she began, as Sister Mary Agnes had taught them to do in CCD.

He nodded encouragingly.

But Nina noticed that he seemed a bit pale and distracted as she launched into a detailed account of her sins: cheating on a social studies test (but not really, because she had glimpsed Andy O’Hara’s paper merely by accident); taking the name of the Lord in vain (which she couldn’t really help doing because she had dropped Grandma Valerio’s massive hardcover bible on her fragile pinky toe); covering her friend Minnie Scaturro’s brand-new canopy bed—

Suddenly, the priest keeled over, clutching his chest.

“Father Hugh?”

He writhed on the floor, gasping.

For a moment, Nina thought he was kidding. After all, he had a pretty decent sense of humor for someone who wore somber black from head to toe every day of his life.

It turned out Father Hugh wasn’t kidding.

Nina ran shrieking out into the rectory, where her pre-confirmation classmates were waiting to make their first confessions.

As Sister Agnes rushed to call 911, Joey Materi said,

“Holy shit, Nina, you must’ve confessed one hell of a sin!”

That remark was miraculously overheard by the distracted and nearly-deaf Sister Agnes, resulting in an unpleasant penance for Joey, who had his mouth washed out with soap.

Nina never did receive any penance for her curtailed first confession.

And Most Precious Mother promptly went back to using the confessionals—which is why Nina hasn’t set foot in this tiny room since.

Now, on a rainy Saturday June afternoon, the first thing she notices is that it looks exactly the same—pea-green indoor-outdoor carpeting, beige-painted cinderblock walls, a couple of wooden folding chairs, and a giant wooden crucifix as the only decor.

It smells the same, too—of incense and mildew, mothballs and musty hymnals.

The next thing she notices is that unlike the room, Joey Materi—whom she has seen practically every day of her life—looks startlingly different.

It isn’t just that his dark hair is slicked back from his handsome face, or that he’s wearing a black tuxedo instead of his usual jeans and flannel shirt.

The thing is, he suddenly looks like . . . well, like a man. The tux makes his shoulders appear broader than usual, his lean frame taller than usual. His dark eyes bear an uncharacteristically solemn expression as he stares off into space, and his full lower lip is pensively caught beneath a top row of even white teeth. The devilish, jocular Joey Nina has known all her life is gone, replaced by this—this man. This . . . Joe.

Nina takes a step closer to him, her periwinkle taffeta skirt rustling around her dyed-to-match satin pumps. She can hear faint organ music coming from the adjacent church, which is packed with expectant friends and family. You’d think someone would have instructed Millicent Milagros to stop playing “The Wedding March,” but she’s just launched into yet another round.

Nina closes the door behind her, shutting out the music and instantly becoming aware that Joey doesn’t just look different—he smells different, too.

Not that she is prone to sniffing Joey Materi. But she senses that if she were, he wouldn’t normally smell so . . . yummy. She can smell the white carnation that’s pinned to his lapel, a scent that reminds her of the Easter Sunday corsages her father used to buy for her. She can also smell a tantalizingly musky, citrus scent.

“Are you wearing aftershave or something?” she asks incredulously.

Joey looks up, startled, as if he’s just noticed her. “What the heck are you doing back here, Nina?”

Oh. That.

She takes a deep breath, forgetting all about the cologne.

“I have something to tell you,” she says, trying not to sound overly ominous.

“Who’s dead?”

Okay, so she needs to work on the ominous thing. Then again, why beat around the bush? 

“Nobody’s dead, Joey . . .”

“Thank God.”

“It’s worse.”

“Worse than dead? What can be worse than dead? And why are you telling me this now? I’m getting married any second.” He checks the gold wristwatch he borrowed from his older brother, Phil.

Phil, who is currently shirking his best manly duties, the lousy coward. In Nina’s opinion, Phil’s the one who should be doing this. Not her. The maid of honor is supposed to tend to the bride, not the groom.

Then again, the bride must be halfway to the Port Authority right about now.

Meanwhile, Phil is suddenly nowhere to be found, the other groomsmen are useless in the wake of last night’s rousing bachelor party, and the stricken bridesmaids are dabbing mascara-tinted tears from their cheeks in the ladies’ room.

Which leaves only Nina to break the bad news to Minnie’s would-be groom.

She puts a hand on his arm.

“Joey . . . you’d better sit down.”

“Nina, what the he—” He glances at the crucifix—“heck is going on?”

“Shit!” She gives him a little shove toward the folding chair.

He sits.

“Nina, why are you—” He breaks off, and then an uh-oh expression dawns. “Where’s Minnie?”

“She’s . . . gone.”

Joe gasps—a sound not unlike Father Hugh’s last tortured breath.

“I’m sorry, Joey,” Nina says, swallowing hard over a lump in her throat.

“What do you mean, ‘gone’?”

“She’s left town.”

The look on his face tells her he doesn’t get it. She’d better be more specific.

“She’s left . . . um, you.”

“She’s left me? But—”

“I’m so sorry.”

“This can’t be happening. She can’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry, Joey,” she says again, patting his muscular arm.

She can’t leave me. . .

The same haunting words were spoken by Nina’s father just last summer, about her mother Rosemarie.

She can’t leave me. . .

But Mommy is gone, too. Just like Minnie Scaturro. And Nina is left behind once again to pick up the pieces.

“Where did she go?” Joey asks miserably. Nina sighs, forcing away the image of her mother lying eerily still in that hospital bed. “Minnie said she wants to find—”

“Wait, let me guess. To find herself? Isn’t that why people get jilted? Because the other person wants to find herself?”

“I don’t think it’s herself that Minnie’s going to find, Joey.” 

“Then who is she going to find?”

“God,” Nina says flatly. “She said she’s going to find God.”

Joey looks at her in disbelief. “God’s right here,” he says, gesturing at the crucifix. “I mean, this is a church, for Christ’s sake. Where does she think—”

“She said she got the calling, Joey,” Nina blurts.

“The calling?”

“The calling.”

“She got the calling now?”

“No. Last night.”

“Last night,” he repeated. “Last night, while I was out turning down lap dances and watching Danny puke all over the limo because he drank too many Jell-O shots, Minnie was getting the calling? Is that what you’re telling me?” 

Nina nods sympathetically. “I’m so—”

“Sorry?” he cuts in. “You said that, Neens. A few times.”

“I don’t know what else to say.”

“I don’t, either.” He shakes his head, tears in his eyes. “I love her, Nina. You know that? I’ve loved her since eighth grade. Every plan I’ve ever made was built around marrying her.”

“I know, Joey. I know.”

She holds him close while his heart shatters into a million pieces, wishing she were anywhere but here. Wishing she were the one on the number seven train heading for a whole new life.

For the first time since the canopy bed, Nina finds herself envying Minnie Scaturro, who, instead of settling for a boring life as boring Joey’s boring wife, gets to leave Queens behind at last.

Any day now, I’ll be outta here, too, Nina consoles herself as Joey’s tears soak her taffeta-covered shoulder. Any day now. . .

New York Times bestseller Wendy Corsi Staub (aka Wendy Markham) is the award-winning author of more than eighty novels. Wendy now lives in the New York City suburbs with her husband and their two sons. Learn more about Wendy at

August 25, 2015

Release Day Blitz! Excerpt & Giveaway! Heart-Shaped Hack, Kate and Ian #1 by Tracey Garvis Graves

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When Kate Watts abandoned her law career to open a food pantry in Northeast Minneapolis, she never dreamed it would be this difficult. Facing the heartbreaking prospect of turning hungry people away, she is grateful for the anonymous donations that begin appearing at the end of each month. Determined to identify and thank her secret benefactor, she launches a plan and catches Ian —a charismatic hacker with a Robin Hood complex—in the act. Ian intrigues Kate in a way no man ever has. But after learning he’s snooped around on her personal computer, she demands retribution. Impressed with her tolerance and captivated by her spirit, he complies and begins to slowly charm his way past her defenses. Time spent with Ian is never boring, and Kate soon finds herself falling for the mysterious hacker. But Ian has enemies and they’re growing restless. In the hacking world, exploiting a target’s weakness is paramount, and no price is too high to stop an attack. And when Kate learns exactly how much Ian has paid, she’ll discover just how strong her love is for the man who has hacked his way into her heart.

“Oh, hi,” she said. “Imagine running into you here.” “This is quite a coincidence.” “It’s not a coincidence at all. I knew you were following me.” “You did not.” “I spotted you hiding behind the plant when I walked into the bank. Plus I could smell your perfume as soon as I stepped out here.” “Did you”—she used her fingers to make little air quotes—“appropriate money from this bank?” she whispered. “Of course not. I do all my work from the Batcave. Believe it or not, I actually bank here. I was just signing some papers.” Kate had never seen a man look so utterly scrumptious while wearing glasses. There was something about the combination of his hair, his scruff, and the semi-rimless designer frames that made him irresistible. “Are the glasses a disguise? Because I totally knew it was you.” “The glasses are real. I often suffer from eyestrain since I spend so much time on the computer, and I was up late last night, working.” “They make you look very smart.” She took a moment to imagine how his scruff would feel rubbing against her skin if he were to kiss her. “I am smart, but I think you mean devastatingly handsome. More so than normal, that is.” “You’re so humble.” “Ready?” He walked to the door and held it open for her. “Yes.” “Follow me.” He looked at her and laughed. “That shouldn’t be a problem for you.” They took the elevator to the basement, and when the doors opened to the parking garage, Kate followed Ian to a row of cars. He stopped beside one and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. She gasped. Ian smiled. “It’s a—” “1964 Shelby Daytona Cobra Coupe.” “’65. But color me impressed.” “My brother Chad was obsessed with this car. He used to have a poster of it on his bedroom wall. There were only six built between 1964 and 1965.” “A bit rare indeed.” The last authentic Shelby had sold at auction for around seven million. Ian’s was obviously a replica, of which there were quite a few, but it was still a very notable vehicle with a price tag that started in the low six figures. “Helena called it an old blue car.” He grinned, looking contemplative. “Technically, that is correct.” Kate could not resist running her hand lightly over the Guardsman Blue paint and the white racing stripes on the hood. The Shelby was unmistakably race-car-like in appearance with its aerodynamic design and unique body style. Chad was going to be so jealous. “For someone who values his privacy, isn’t this a bit ostentatious?” “How so?” “Rakishly handsome playboy who makes grand philanthropic gestures and drives a flashy car. Any of this ringing a bell?” “Rakishly handsome playboy?” “Well, if the Prada loafer fits. Wouldn’t you fly under the radar more easily in, say, a Ford Focus?” she asked. “A Ford Focus? You want me to tool around town in a Ford Focus? Jesus, would I still have my balls?” “No, they cut them off when they hand you the keys. Of course you’d still have your balls. What kind of question is that? This conversation has gotten way off track.” “You mean because we started out talking about my car and now we’re talking about my balls?” “Are we?” “I believe so.” “Maybe we should go back to talking about your car.” “You want to drive it, don’t you?” “Why would I want to drive your car?” “Why wouldn’t you want to drive my car? Can you handle a stick shift?” “Yes, and rather competently I might add.” “That’s an enormous turn-on. Truly.” She pretended not to hear him. “This is not a good car for Minnesota winters.” “Horrible, I agree. My other car has four-wheel drive, but it’s not nearly as fun to operate as this one.” Ian dangled the keys in front of her. He was right. Kate was dying to drive his car and couldn’t wait to see how it handled. She took the keys, opened the door, and reached over to unlock the passenger side for Ian. They belted up, and she started the car. “Please note that I’m already making good on my promise, Katie. Because I assure you, driving this car will be the opposite of boring.”

Tracey Garvis Graves is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author. Her debut novel, On the Island, spent 9 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list, has been translated into twenty-seven languages, and is in development with MGM and Temple Hill Productions for a feature film. She is also the author of Uncharted, Covet, Every Time I Think of You, and Cherish.

June 17, 2015

Happy Release Day! Excerpt & Giveaway- Adventures Abroad Series by Jen McConnel

Four countries. Three girls. Three loves. One adventure abroad they'll never forget.

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Sarah landed in London, just hoping to leave her home behind and escape her family. But she didn't plan on falling headfirst into Carson's arms. Get ready for a summer of self-discovery and romance in the first of the New Adult novella series, Adventures Abroad! Praise for What Happens in London: "Travel through London with Sarah, you'll squee, laugh and swoon at her adventures, I know I did!"- Lisa Burstein, author of Sneaking Candy

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Camie can't figure out what she wants, from college or life…until she meets Hunter. But will the magic of a romantic night in Paris last till the morning? Fall in love with the second novella in the New Adult series, Adventures Abroad!

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Interrupting a summer of fun, Joelle takes a detour to Berlin for her older brother's wedding. Spending time with her family is enough to make anyone go a little crazy. She's ready to lose it...until she meets Vi, a girl ready to turn her world upside down. Follow her journey in the third installment of the New Adult series, Adventures Abroad!

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What Happens Abroad: After a summer of fun, Camie, Joelle, and Sarah are ready to reunite in Italy for one last adventure, but heartbreak waits in the shadows of the cobblestone streets. Can Florence cast its spell and turn lost love into a final fling? Catch up with the girls in this final installment of the New Adult series about love, escape, and true friendship.


“Good morning, sleeping beauty!” A familiar voice cut across the street, and I winced. Carson sauntered over to me, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a Styrofoam cup in the other. I blinked at him, confused. “What are you doing here?” “You mentioned where you were staying last night.” I frowned, trying to remember. “I did?” He slapped his hand to his chest as if I’d wounded him. “That’s the kind of welcome I get? A few dances and the lady doesn’t even remember me!” I giggled, but pain shot through my head, and I winced. Carson handed me the cup and the bag. “I thought you might need some hangover first-aid. You do like coffee, right?” I nodded, taking the cup. “Actually, I like tea better, but coffee’s okay.” Carson laughed. “Here I was trying to please your American sensibilities.” He shook his head ruefully. “If you want tea, we’ll find tea for you. That’s one thing we never run short of in London.” I chuckled, taking a cautious sip. It was warm, but not too hot, and I took another swallow of the coffee. “What’s in the bag?” “Hangover cure. I told you.” I peeked inside. “A croissant?” “Not just any croissant. It’s a chocolate croissant; you’ll love it.” I took a tentative bite of the flaky pastry, and then I grinned up at Carson. “Oh my God. This is so good.” He laughed. “I thought you’d like it. At least I was right about half the breakfast.” “The coffee’s good, too.” I took another sip to prove my point. “That’s good.” He draped an arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. We started to walk, and I hurried to finish the food. Taking the aspirin out of my bag, I popped a pill in my mouth and washed it down with coffee. Carson grinned at me. “Feeling better?” I nodded, surprised that my head had calmed down. “Yeah. I thought it was a migraine.” “Just a hangover. We drank a lot last night.” I flushed, remembering the feeling of his hands running all over me on the dance floor. “It was fun.” “It was more than fun.” His eyes sparkled, and his fingers began tracing lazy circles on my shoulder. I shivered in delight. “So,” I said, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice, “what did you want to do today?” His eyes danced wickedly. “Well”—he lowered his face to mine—“there are a few things I’ve had in mind,” he whispered, close enough that I could feel the vibration of his words against my skin. Hangover forgotten, I shut my eyes and parted my lips. After a moment, I felt him exhale against my mouth, and then his lips were pressed to mine. The kiss was sweet and deep, and my body felt electric. God, so this is what I’d been missing all those years? I pressed my lips to his hungrily, but then he pulled back gently and smiled.

Jen McConnel-0034

A Michigander by birth, Jen McConnel now makes her home in the beautiful state of North Carolina. She writes NA, including the recently released Adventures Abroad series (Bloomsbury Spark), the award winning YA novel Beautiful Curse, and various other works. When she isn’t writing, she can be found on her yoga mat or wandering off on another adventure. Once upon a time, she was a middle school teacher, a librarian, and a bookseller, but those are stories for another time. Visit to learn more!


March 31, 2015

Happy Release Day!! Double Review: The Millionaire's Forever, Men of the Zodiac #1 by Sonya Weiss

Sign: Gemini

There are two sides to every Gemini guy...and one of them is red-hot.

Olivia Carter has a handsome, millionaire boyfriend. She's madly in love with him. The hitch? He doesn't actually exist. She told the lie to saveForever, her wedding design shop. And it worked-almost too well. As the media attention increases, so do the demands for Olivia to produce her "boyfriend." With both her reputation and career in jeopardy, Olivia is desperate enough to do almost anything...

Which is exactly what millionaire Mason Parker wants. Thanks to Olivia and her father, Mason went through hell during his teen years, and now it's time for a little payback-starting with the announcement that he's her one and only. Now the sexy Olivia has no choice but to do what Mason wants. But none of his plans for vengeance included falling in love with the woman he planned to ruin...

1. Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace (Mason's song)

2. Battleships by Chris Daughtry (Olivia's song)
3. Stay by Hurts
4. Too Many Faces by Cherri Bomb (this is a nod to the fact that Mason is a Gemini and they're known for the two sides of their personalities)
5. Let It Hurt by Rascal Flatts 
6. Six Degrees of Separation by The Script
7. Fall Into Me by Brantley Gilbert (played when Mason saw Olivia at the Good Morning America studio)

8. For the Nights I Can't Remember by Hedley (the perfect hero falls in love song)

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Olivia Carter is trying to make her dream come true, and when her hop seems to hit the skids, she tells one tiny lie about her boyfriend to increase the media attention. He is loving, kind and perfect and he doesn’t exist. On the verge on losing her reputation, the man she’s always been in love with comes to pretend to be her boyfriend, in order to take his revenge on Olivia’s father. 

Mason and his friends were accused falsely of something they didn’t do and spent good years in prison. Now, all of them made up their minds to take revenge.

Mason wants two things from Olivia and he’s determined to obtain both. She has already decided that she won’t give in and won’t let Mason close to her heart. But what neither expected is to have strong feelings for each other and those feelings to increase once they get to really know one another.

“I’m starting to care and nothing that I do seems to stop it. It’s like a runaway train that I can’t catch. I hate that I care.” 

Mason doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t need to complicate his life and he makes that clear with Olivia since the very beginning. On the other hand, Olivia knows she has to put aside her feelings for him and be strong in order to reach her goal. I really liked her and the way she’s determined to keep her independence during difficulties. 

Their relationship is complicated, because they’ve always liked each other but never acted on it. For them, love is dangerous and they realize they might get burned, so both try to keep their emotions bottled inside.

I liked Sonya’s writing style, because I could see the struggle of Mason and Olivia’s at each step towards finding love when they didn’t know they needed it. 

I’ll make sure to recommend it to my friends!

The Millionaire’s Forever is the story of a man who’s trying to right the wrongs did to him in the past and who will do anything to achieve his goals.

Mason has always been labeled as a trouble maker when he was a teenager and, in the end, his reputation, which wasn’t exactly as bad as people thought, ended up being his downfall.

Olivia has made a promise and she’s trying really hard to keep it. She is strong, independent and so not ready to have her teenage crush storm back into her life.

Their story is simple or, at least, it should be but the years they haven’t seen each other have changed both of them. 

Mason is hell bent on getting revenge and she is in his way. He thinks he knows Olivia Carter but time will prove him wrong. 

She might still be attracted to him, but Mason is not the boy she remembers and the man he has become she isn’t sure she likes at all.

Both of them are in for quite a few surprises along the way.

Everything is pretty straight forward from the beginning in this novel but Mason and Olivia’s journey from almost friends, to enemies then back to almost friends and lovers is pretty interesting. 

The things they thought they knew aren’t exactly the truth and, as more and more secrets are revealed, both of them will have to reevaluate their plans and think about what they really want.

The writing style is good and, if you want to just relax and enjoy some quality time with a book, this is the perfect choice.

I’m sure I’ll be picking up the next books in this series.

Happy Reading!

I’m a freelance writer and ghostwriter. My published clips include feature newspaper articles, magazine articles, essays, children’s short stories and writing projects for business clients. I’m also a columnist at Families Online Magazine.

My fiction has won honorable mention in various contests and I was the first place winner of Harlequin’s ‘The Baseball Diamond’ writing contest.
I’m represented by Nicole Resciniti of the Seymour Agency.

January 5, 2015

Review! Return To Me, Covington Cove #1 by Kelly Moran

Release Date: March 3rd 2015

With every beat of the heart comes a memory of what could have been…

Ten years ago, Cole Covington was just another rich kid who got everything he wanted—including young and trusting Mia Galdon. Then one night everything changed, and two hearts were shattered. Cole buried his guilt in the military, where love was just part of the past. Now Cole has come back home, emotionally damaged, guarded, and unprepared for what’s waiting for him…

At the urging of Cole’s sister, Mia has returned to the Covington family’s coastal home in Wilmington as a private nurse to help Cole recover. With her uncertain personal life at a crossroad, Mia doesn’t have the luxury of saying no to the job. And she soon finds out that the attraction is still alive. So are memories of betrayal. But Mia will discover more than the power of resilience. She’ll discover a secret Cole has held for years, one that will force them to confront the past and give new meaning to letting go, forgiveness, and a future worth fighting for.

My Review...
**I was given an ARC from the publisher for an honest review**

What can I say? I loved this book. Return To Me is the story of a boy and a girl who loved and lost each other, of a man and a woman trying to find closure and forgiveness.

Cole and Mia met when they were just teenagers and, even if they had different life styles, they fell in love only to be ripped apart when they were ready to start a life together.

Fast forward ten years.

Mia has never forgotten him and never forgiven him either, but now her life revolves around her younger sister who needs special care and all the love she can give her.

Cole has never forgiven himself. Not only for letting Mia go but for what had happened to his brother too.

He’s chosen the army as an escape and now he’s trapped in a nightmare and wishes he had been the one to die.

If you’re familiar with Kelly’s books, you know that she writes beautifully. What I like the most is the fact that her stories are so “real”. The focus is not on how beautiful the characters are or how rich or what they wear or drive. 

Instead, we get to learn their story. We see them interact, make mistakes, laugh, cry, love, suffer and be happy. 

From the beginning, I was so caught up in the novel that it was difficult to put it down. 

In many books, the story is lost among all those details you realize, in the end, they were completely useless. To be honest, I could do without knowing the guy drives a high speed vehicle and likes a certain color of ties or that their showers are so sophisticated and they have to pull various levers for this and that.


There are no such things in Kelly’s books. Or, even if it happens to stumble upon something like that, it’s only there to complete the story.

Return To Me is full of emotion. All the time while reading I could feel Mia and Cole’s sadness, their pain. My heart broke for them over and over again because they were nothing more than the victims of circumstances and of a high society that forgives nothing.

I don’t know what else I could say and not get into too many details. Just trust me and put this book on pre-order. It’s so worth it.

Thank you, Kelly and Berkley, for this opportunity!

Kelly Moran is a romance author of enchanting ever-afters. She is the winner of the 2013 Catherine Award, a RT Magazine Readers Choice Finalist, and a 2014 Award of Excellence Finalist through RWA, plus she earned one of the 10 Best Reads of 2013 by USA TODAY's HEA. 
Kelly's been known to say that she gets her ideas from everyone and everything around her and there's always a book playing out in her head. No one who knows her bats an eyelash when she talks to herself. Her interests include: sappy movies, MLB, NFL, driving others insane, and sleeping when she can. She is a closet caffeine junkie and chocoholic, but don't tell anyone. She resides in Wisconsin with her husband, three sons, and her black lab. Most of her family lives in the Carolinas, so she spends a lot of time there as well. Visit her website for up-to-date book news and where to follow.