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It’s a Small Town Romance Sweepstakes!

Wednesday, November 22nd, 2017
This week, I’ve teamed up with 50+ fantastic authors to give away a huge collection of steamy small-town contemporary romances to 2 lucky winners
PLUS a brand new eReader to the Grand Prize winner!
Oh, and did I mention you’ll receive a collection of FREE ebooks just for entering?
You can win my Forever Starts Today,  plus books from authors like
Tricia O’Malley, Jasinda Wilder and so many more.
Here’s an excerpt from Forever Starts Today…

Welcome to Forever, and to Enchanted Keepsakes. I’m the owner.”

She had a soft, lilting voice, and an accent he couldn’t place. She didn’t look old enough to vote, never mind own a business. “How do you know this is my first time visiting?” he asked.

She laughed, the sound was almost musical. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“You can’t know everyone.”

“The population’s not that large.” She held her hand out. “My name is Korinna.”

He shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Korinna.”

She cocked her head to the right and gazed up at him expectantly.

“Asher,” he added. “My mother and I are here to help my aunt Lorraine.”

“Of course. I know Lorraine. I hope she’s feeling better.”

She tilted her head to the left and studied him long enough he became uncomfortable and shifted his stance. “I’ll—”

“I was looking through some of my jewelry,” she interrupted. “I believe I have something that belongs to you more than it does to me, Asher.” Her voice gently flowed like a warm island breeze.

“Thanks, but I’m not interested in buying anything.”

“Well, that’s good, because I’m not offering to sell it to you.” She tapped a manicured nail against her bottom lip. “But it most certainly belongs to you.” She turned and walked back to the counter and her collection of items. She scanned them, one delicate hand hovering over something for a long moment before she removed it from the tray. She peered down at it, and nodded, the movement tight and decisive. Hiding the object from his view, she walked back to where he stood rooted to the floor wondering about this strange woman’s game. She peered up at him and held out her hand. “I’d like you to have this.”

Asher pulled his gaze from her strange eyes and looked down. Lying on her palm, upon a piece of purple velvet cloth, was a gold heart-shaped locket attached to a long gold chain.

He shook his head. “Pretty, but not my style. Thanks anyway.” He took a few steps away to another display, this one of chimes in various lengths and styles. He touched one with butterflies on top. The hanging cylinders knocked against one another creating a pleasant, tinkling distraction.

“Please.” She appeared at his side again. With a sparkle in her violet eyes, she nodded, encouraging him to take the locket.

“I’m sorry. You must have me confused with somebody else.” Somewhere in the back of the shop, a ring tone he recognized blared.

“Trust me, I don’t.” She grinned, and her eyes widened. “Forever starts today, Asher.”

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It’s hard to resist a Good Man who’s a Bad Boy

Tuesday, November 21st, 2017

Title: Dax (Bad Boys of Willow Valley)

Author: Shannyn Leah

Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance

 

 

It’s hard to resist a Good Man who’s a Bad Boy

Dax Colyn is one of the bad boys of Willow Valley. A fearless volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic, he makes all the woman swoon and he likes it that way. He keeps people at a distance since his mother died. He doesn’t want to let anyone in, much less a woman he knows he could fall in love with.

Ava Anderson keeps people away, too. Haunted by her tortured past and constantly fearful of the future, it’s only her daughter Olivia and Dax’s dad Rowdy that she’s let in.

But when Rowdy dies, it pushes Dax and Ava together, forcing them both to let go of their fears. They soon learn how hard it is to keep pretending and how easy it is to let others in. Especially when those people are family.

 

About Dax: Dax is the first book in Willow Valley’s Bad Boy stand-alone series. These hot contemporary romance books feature alpha males heroes and strong, independent women.

Fall in love with Dax Coyln, a volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic for his restoration business. He’s strong, solid, independent, until tragedy strikes that could tear him to the ground.

BONUS EXCERPT :

“Dax?” She’d moved directly beside him and he felt her warmth radiate near his arm. “Rowdy says you haven’t gone back to the hospital for a follow up on your shoulder.”

She set the princess-patterned bag on his desk before he could reply, not that he needed to answer her. They both knew he hadn’t gone back to see the doctor. He hated hospitals.

A couple weeks back on their way back to the station after dousing a farm fire, the new guy had driven off the road and flipped the fire truck on its side, sending all five of the men to the hospital. Had the ambulance driver not given him a choice, he wouldn’t have gone in the first place.

Big deal. Firefighters got muscle sprains all the time. Although his shoulder was being a pain and not healing. He should have gone for the follow up, but he could scrounge up a thousand excuses to hold it off, too.

Ava unzipped Olivia’s knapsack and pulled out a container of gel. “Let me see your shoulder.” Her teacher’s tone again. Damn woman.

“Ava—”

“I didn’t ask. Take off your shirt, Dax.”

He leaned back in his chair to get a better look at her. He put on his famously seductive grin and tapered his eyes. “I’ve been trying to get you out of your shirt for years and you think you can come into my office and, after one demand, think I’m going to just strip for you? Do you think I’m that easy?”

Her lips curved upwards. “You are that easy.”

“Take yours off,” he retorted.

Her jaw tightened, as did the grip on the jar in her hands. Humor swept away, her eyes didn’t waver from his, and he watched desire heat up in them. The attraction between them resonated around the four walls of his office and he knew sex with her would be mind-blowing. Except, he’d never sleep with her. He couldn’t. As much as he teased and flirted, at the end of the day, they didn’t mix. Hot and cold. Water and fire. Besides, his dad would whoop him good and serve him up for dinner if it ever went that far.

Ava’s fingers grasped the edge of her blue and white plaid blouse and hiked the material high enough to see her naval.

Goddamit. They were in his office and the wall overlooking the shop was encased with windows.

He caught her wrist, conflicted with wanting more, all of her and not wanting any of her at all.

“Alright,” he growled, pulling her shirt back down over her denim shorts.

He stood up, ignoring what looked a hell of a lot like hurt in her eyes and yanked his own black T-shirt over his head. He balled it up, frustration invading his hands and tossed it onto his desk.

“If I’d known it was that easy to get your shirt off, I would have flashed my sprained shoulder a helluva long time ago.”

One thing was for certain, the teasing had to end. She’d never given an inch and today she’d have given a whole damn foot.

 

WANT MORE WILLOW VALLEY STORIES (The McAdams Sisters):

Lakeshore Secrets (Marc)

Lakeshore Legend (Colt)

Lakeshore Love (Jake)

Lakeshore Candy (Riley)

Lakeshore Lyrics (Avery)

 

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About Shannyn Leah

Contemporary romance author Shannyn Leah loves olives, lip gloss and reading (and writing) romance novels. Her love of words started at an early age and soon grew until, during her teenage years, she’d started writing her own novels. When her mom pushed to finally publish some of the stories, she quickly amassed two complete romance series (By The Lake and Caliendo Resort series) and, in 2016, released her first Fantasy Romance entitled The Gatekeepers (Part One of the Winters Rising series).

When she’s not writing contemporary romance books into the early hours of the morning, Shannyn can be found antiquing with her two favorite people, her momma and sister, in their picturesque London, Ontario hometown.

Shannyn would love to get to know her readers as you get to know her (just don’t send her any carrots!)

 

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Forever Starts Today!

Monday, April 10th, 2017

It’s Release Day!

Exclusive Excerpt Below

Love doesn’t last, not even in Forever.

Sadie has been disappointed time and again and gives no credence to the myth she’ll one day find her true love. Her small hometown offers little in the way of opportunity, excitement, or anonymity, but guilt and resentment keep her Forever bound.
Asher craves distance from the city and the business his father insists he join. He’s hoping the quaint town of Forever will spark his muse and give him clarity to make major life decisions. He’s not looking for love, but a strange encounter and an odd gift give him a glimpse into a future where his destiny becomes clearer every day.

Excerpt 

He waited until his mother and aunt made it through the door, and then turned in time to catch a woman a few inches shorter than him as she slammed into his chest. “Whoa.”

A beautiful woman. Who smelled real good.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” she said.

Man, her voice was sexy. All throaty and a little breathless. His mind immediately jumped to wicked thoughts. She looked up, and all he saw was big sapphire blue eyes and long blond tresses. Her cheeks turned bright red. It looked good on her. A sudden image of her looming over him, riding him hard, her face and neck flushed pink, her eyes dark with arousal filled his tiny brain while the all the blood in his body rushed to his groin. He cleared his throat but not the vision. Asher needed some distance between them before she could realize where his thoughts had gone. “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and spun around too fast.”

Gorgeous. Stunning in a casual girl-next-door kind of way. Her hair hung down her back in soft curls, but had a messy look to it, as though she’d been sliding her fingers through it in the recent past. Or after he’d spent hours running his fingers through it. She had a dimple on her right cheek. She had a cute button-shaped nose and high cheekbones.

She looked familiar, but he didn’t know her.

He stuck his hands in his pockets before he reached for her, and his fingers encountered the locket. He had forgotten about it while eating his lunch. Now its warmth flowed through him when he wrapped his hand around it, grounding him in an odd way.

“Um…” The flush in her cheeks darkened. Her eyes widened. She blinked a few times, fluttering long dark lashes before she dropped her gaze to where she still had her hands pressed flat against his chest. She curled her fingers the tiniest bit before she snapped them back and almost jumped backward another two feet. “I’m sorry.”

Asher wiped one finger across his mouth, surreptitiously confirming no drool trickled from the corner of his lips. All was good, but damn, the woman was a stunner. Perfect height. Perfect weight, not model thin like many of the woman who ran in his circles back home. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but Christ, why did so many women give up eating? Did they honestly believe the thinner they were, the more attractive they’d be? Didn’t they realize many men liked women they could hold without fear of crushing?

He adored women who loved and embraced their bodies— tall, short, athletic, curvy and yes even thin. He liked women who enjoyed meals without feeling the need to order eat only a small salad as their main course.

She had curves. Delicious curves. She wore a yellow dress that hugged every swell she owned. At home, women with bodies like hers covered them with clothes a size larger. Thankfully, she didn’t.

She must have been with the group he’d noticed over in the corner. He hadn’t paid them much attention as he’d been more focused on helping his aunt get settled. While they discussed the ice-cream shop, he had scoured a local newspaper a previous diner had left behind. All eight pages. Eight pages that included births, obits, the heat wave, abnormal for this time of year, and the upcoming Sadie Hawkins dance.

His gaze dipped down to where the dress she wore had a modest V that displayed the tops of her creamy and exquisite looking breasts. “It’s not a problem.” He forced his feet to move and stepped out of the way, but stretched out his right arm to push open and hold the door for her. “After you.”

“Thank you.” She kept her gaze glued to the floor and angled her body as she walked past.

“My name’s Asher. My aunt runs the ice-cream shop.” The necklace in his pocket shifted, catching his attention for a split second.

She raised her head. “. How’s Lorraine doing?”

“Good. Sore. Frustrated. The doctor wants her off her feet and resting for a few days. Sounds like she’s been trying to do too much.”

She laughed. She had a beautiful genuine sounding laugh. “Yes, many stepped in to help, and some of the students took different shifts while she was in the hospital. She’s not one to accept support or delegate. As soon as they released her, I’m sure she spent more time at the shop than anybody else. I’m glad to hear she finally reached out to family, though.” She paused. “I didn’t even know she had family until my mother mentioned it.”

“My mom and I arrived yesterday.”

“Are you staying in town for long?”

“A few weeks. Depends on my aunt.” They had stopped on the sidewalk in front of the pub. “I didn’t catch your name,” he said.

“I didn’t give it.” She smiled, her mouth curving in an appealing grin. She also had perfect white teeth.

“My aunt told me the people in Forever were friendly and polite.”

She nodded. “Most are.”

He laughed. “So, you’re not one of them?”

“Sadie.”

“Pretty name.” A beautiful name.

She snorted.

“You don’t agree? There’s not many Sadie’s out there. You’re the first one I’ve met.”

“Yeah, well, I wish I wasn’t one.”

He frowned. “I’m not sure I understand why? It’s okay to be unique.” In the back of his mind, he chuckled as he heard his grandmother’s words coming out of his mouth. “Your parents could have called you Jane or Diane. Or good grief, Tiffany or Britney.” He tried for levity. Mind you, he knew more than a few Tiffany’s and Britney’s.

She gave him a sharp look. “Not if you’re named after a dance.”

He stared at her. “Seriously? Your name is Sadie Hawkins?”

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Monday, March 20th, 2017

Molly is ready to spend the holiday with friends. It’s the highlight of her year—or it was, until Tanner showed up. Her high school crush is all grown up, sexy as sin, and he’s demanding answers—answers Molly isn’t sure she can give.

When the woman he loved told him she needed space, Tanner gave her ten long years.  Now he’s back. He’ll settle for closure but hopes for a future. Sex with Molly is scorching hot and brings back plenty of memories.

When they’re together, it’s clear they were never meant to be apart.

Cover Credits:

Models: Lance Jones – Tattoo model & Kimberleigh Michelle
Photographer: Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir
cover designer Bookin’ It Designs

“It’s been a long time, Molly. I want you to know that I’m over it. I’m over what happened. How it ended. But I do need to understand. I need to know. Why did you break up with me? I thought we had a good thing.” He focused on her face. Without the aid of the campfire, he tried to search her eyes in the darkness, hoping he might somehow read her mind. “I never forgot you.” Not for a day in the ten years since he’d seen her, had he forgotten how she looked, what she smelled like. How good it felt to hold her, to touch her.

To kiss her.

To make love to her.

Raw, undiluted pain filled her eyes. It was a brief flash, and his gut clenched at the token glimpse.

“I don’t know what to say to you.”

He stepped in front of her and stopped, swiveling around to face her. She stumbled a bit on the gravel to avoid crashing into him. His hands clenched into fists in his pockets—the need to take her in his arms overwhelming. “Look at me.”

She lifted her chin, her head slowly tilting back until the features of her face were revealed. Even in the darkness, he saw uncertainty and panic struggling to stay buried behind those wide eyes. Regret sucker-punched him, but he couldn’t let it go that easily. After ten long years, he deserved answers.

Tanner grabbed her hand again, spun on his heel, and dragged her toward a path leading into the trees. She balked, pulling backward. He stopped again. “We should talk somewhere we won’t be interrupted.” Unrelenting, he leveled her with a look.

She lifted her shoulders and let them fall in a slow, fake shrug of indifference.

It had been a long time since he’d been into the park, but he remembered this footpath well. It wound around and would eventually come out behind where they were camped. She followed him until they came to a secluded spot a few feet off the main path. He walked over to a large tree, propped his back against it, shoved his hands in his pockets again, and braced one foot against the tree, hoping to appear casual.

Taking slow, cautious steps, she crept closer, stopping when she stood a few feet before him. “So you’re moving to Ottawa.”

“Actually, the deal’s not done yet.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said, Molly. I do want to move back. But it depends on you.”

“On me? What does it have to do with me?”

“Are you seeing anybody?” The iridescent glow from the full moon filtered down through the branches, providing enough light for him to see her, but with her head ducked, her features were in shadow. He couldn’t see enough of her face or her eyes. He was desperate to see her eyes.

“Not that it’s any of your business. But no. Not at the moment.”

“I’m not either.”

She cast him a quick look of surprise. “Why aren’t you? You’re handsome and, from what I gather, successful. Why aren’t you married or committed to some lucky girl?”

He reached out and grabbed her hand, yanking her closer to him.

Gasping, she fell into his chest.

He gathered her close, spinning around to place her against the tree while he leaned in close to ensure she stayed put. She stiffened, surprise in her eyes.

“I’ve never forgotten you or what we had. You meant everything to me.” He put it out there. The pain he’d held in since that day she’d told him it was over, laced his words.

Molly dropped her gaze. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Shifting to the left, she made a move to step away from the tree, away from him, but he edged in close, stalling her. He placed his finger under her chin, tipping her face toward the moonlight. He gazed down into her eyes. “Why then? Why did you end it the way you did?”

“I had to… I… Never mind, I just had to.” She trembled as she choked out the last.

“I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you somehow?” His mind raced over their past, as it had many times, trying to figure out what happened. When things changed.

“Of course not.” Her conviction put him at ease, a little bit at least.

“Did somebody else do or say something?” Unexpected rage ripped through him. Good God, had somebody hurt her?

“No. No, it wasn’t anything you or anybody else did.” She tried to pull out of his grasp.

He held steadfast, closing the distance until his chest grazed hers. He pinned her to the tree.

“Please. Let me go.”

“I want answers.”

“I can’t—”

Standing this close to her, for the first time in years, her heart beating a rapid flutter against his chest did wild things to his body. His heartbeat sped up, sweat popped out on his forehead, and his cock hardened to steel. He dropped his gaze to her mouth. Her lush lips parted, warm breaths blew out in little spurts, fluttering against his neckline. He knew he shouldn’t rush this. He’d come with a plan to get her back, if she’d take him. But no way could he stop.

“I want the truth. I suppose I can wait a little longer if you’re not ready.” For answers. He could wait for answers. Touching her, tasting her, was a different thing altogether. “But I do have something I need to give you.” He hesitated, questioning his intention. Screw it. “I’m sorry, but I can’t resist, and you’re too desirable.”

He bent his head low, paused, and pressed his lips to hers. It should have been gentle, but it wasn’t. Unless she pushed him away, or told him no, the need to kiss her was vital, her taste essential.

She stilled.

He tensed, expecting her to do just that when she raised her arms and placed her palms against his chest. He held his breath, his body trembling while he waited. A heavy sigh escaped her mouth, and she curled the tips of her fingers into his shirt. With a soft whimper, she lured him closer, leaning into his body, taking his kiss.

A flood of emotions strangled him—anger, relief, basic sexual need. Pressing his highly aroused body solidly against hers, he flattened his palms against the tree on either side of her head. A moan rose from his chest. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, dueling with hers. He touched the soft insides of her cheeks and the smooth surface of her teeth, absorbing her unique essence, which was even better than he remembered. He drew back to lick along her bottom lip, placing small kisses at the corners, and then dove back in for more, angling for a closer connection. A sense of urgency began to build.

God, he’d missed this

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