I couldn't resist this one. 😊
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn’t know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.
Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.
Leah loves a good mystery. Can she find the killer before the killer strikes again?
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Sunday, November 12, 2017
Rachel isn't looking for love, but she finds it with Paul. Will he learn to trust her?
Rachel Lewis hides her looks behind dark framed glasses and drab clothes. As the head librarian in Holton, she is satisfied with her life and her appearance. Rachel isn't looking for love or a relationship, but Paul captivates her. He lives in a completely different world, but she wants him more than she has ever wanted any other man.
Paul Hart is handsome, rich, and successful. As the owner of a thriving business, he is happy with short-term relationships and jaded women. Paul has been betrayed too many times to trust a woman, but Rachel intrigues him. She isn't like any other woman he has ever known. Can he learn to trust her?
Return to Holton, Texas for Victoria and Andrew’s wedding to see if Rachel can win Paul’s trust. Trust Me is the third book in the Holton Series but may be read as a standalone novel.
Paul had the cushion arranged on the floor parallel to the couch with the blanket spread over it. He handed her his coat. “Use mine. It’s longer than yours, and then you can use your coat for a pillow.”
“Thanks. That’ll help. So do you snore?”
He walked over to the desk and leaned against it. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Has no one told you? None of your lovers ever mention it?”
“I don’t sleep with women.”
Rachel raised her eyebrows and looked at him questioningly. He lifted a hand. “Literal sense of the word. I have sex, but I don’t sleep with women.”
She nodded. “Kick them out after you have done the deed, do you?”
“Something like that,” he said cautiously.
“Well, I’m hoping you do snore. It’ll help cover mine.”
“You snore?” he asked with a slight smile. His eyes danced as if he were trying to hold back his laughter.
“So I’ve been told,” she replied saucily.
Rachel placed his coat on the end of the couch. She took a deep breath and then turned to him. He stood there watching her. It was an odd feeling. He seemed to be watching her a lot. It wasn’t threatening but more inquisitive, like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. She looked at him now and said, “Turn around.”
“Turn around,” she repeated.
She sighed heavily and frowned. “Because I’m going to remove my pants. It would be too uncomfortable to try to sleep in them.”
Rachel was wearing a long top and jeans. The top was a tunic style shirt that was one of the most comfortable she owned. It was warm and soft and hit her legs about midway down her thighs. It would cover her adequately, but she didn’t want to sleep in her jeans. She also did not want to try to take them off while he was watching. She was attracted to the man, but she didn’t want to give him a peep show.
He grinned at her. “Oh, honey. You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.”
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Is Christmas really the most wonderful time of the year? New Yorkers Robyn Lane and Sidney Bellows aren’t so sure. Robyn has always dated struggling creative types. For once, her parents would love her to bring someone with health insurance and a 401(k) to their Chrismukkah celebration. Her actor boyfriend doesn’t qualify. While across town, Sidney’s professional life already belongs to her parents. She’s an attorney at her father’s law firm and she works tirelessly to keep her love life private. If she brings her lawyer boyfriend to their annual Christmas extravaganza, her parents will have the wedding planned by New Year’s Eve.
A mutual friend playfully suggests they trade boyfriends for the holidays. The women share a laugh, but after copious amounts of wine, decide The Boyfriend Swap could be the perfect solution. This way, Robyn can show off her stable attorney boyfriend and Sidney’s high-society family will take no interest in her flaky actor beau.
It’s a brilliant plan—in theory. In practice—not so much. When Will turns out to be the boy-next-door Robyn crushed on hard throughout her teenage years, and Sidney’s family fawns all over Perry like he’s an Oscar-winner rather than a D-list wannabe, one thing is certain: The Boyfriend Swap might just change their lives forever.
“Holding hands, some touching, and little pecks are fine. As long as we show some affection, my parents won’t question the lack of making out,” I said, almost choking on my words. I was having trouble focusing on the road with Will Brady as my passenger, and the current topic of conversation wasn’t helping. I flashed back to the last time we’d ridden in a car together. School had closed early due to an ice storm. I was terrified to drive home and the buses had already left. Before I could protest, Jordy, who was a freshman, asked Will to give us a ride and, of course, he said yes. I remembered sitting in the backseat and trying not to get caught looking at Will’s reflection in the rearview mirror.
“Do you and Perry full-on make out in front of your folks regularly?”
Even though I was looking at the road, I could still see Will’s amused grin through my side vision. To talk myself out of blushing, I focused on the vanity plate of the car in front of me—GRNSON1. “Not at all. I meant if we make small shows of affection, no one will be skeptical.”
Will tapped my thigh. “I’m teasing you. I don’t think it will be too difficult. Unless your parents are suspicious by nature.”
My leg tingled in the spot where Will’s fingers had been. “They’re not. But they’ll be surprised.” To my knowledge, Will had no idea of the extent of my crush back then. He probably assumed my parents would consider it a humorous coincidence that their daughter was dating an old neighbor—nothing more, nothing less. I should have warned them, but I was too afraid they’d see right through my lies.
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A born-and-bred New Yorker, Meredith Schorr discovered her passion for writing when she began to enjoy drafting work-related emails way more than she was probably supposed to. After trying her hand penning children’s stories and blogging her personal experiences, Meredith found her calling writing romantic comedy and humorous women’s fiction. She secures much inspiration from her day job as a hardworking trademark paralegal and her still-single (but looking) status. Meredith is a loyal New York Yankees fan, an avid runner, and an unashamed television addict. To learn more, visit her at www.meredithschorr.com.
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