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October 27, 2020

Signed Paperbacks Are here!

 Who says you can't get a signed, personalized paperback anymore? Not me. I've put 28+ of my paperbacks up on Etsy for purchase. Same price as Amazon, no shipping charge, signed and personalized any way you want. 

Great inexpensive holiday gifts! Where else can you get a gift of reading that's signed to your favorite aunt or your best friend? On Etsy, from me. Here's the list of books there so far, and the link. 

JEAN'S BOOKS ON ETSY

All books in the Pine Grove series are available.



Find all these in the First & Tens series -- last two books are on the way!


First 4 books are available now. Last 2 are on the way!


All Books in the Bottom of the Ninth Series are available.

The anthology is available.


The House-Sitter's Christmas is available.Add caption





                        Beyond the Bake Sale is $4.00 less than the price on Amazon!




Coming this week: 

Holiday Hearts Collection

Now and Forever series 

Sunny Days series

Stories from the Heart Calendar


Go to http://www.etsy.com and search by book title or Jean Joachim 

Special request? If you want one or more books you don't see here, or more of a particular book than are available, simply email me and I'll make it happen: sunnydaysbook@gmail.com 

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Published on October 27, 2020 09:21

October 11, 2020

Welcome to the Fall RWANYC blog hop.  "Seducing his heart...




Welcome to the Fall RWANYC blog hop.  "Seducing his heart"  is free for everyone until 10/14 and free on Kindle Unlimited all the time.  Scroll down to return to the blog hop. 

Here's a brief excerpt:

Crash opened the door to The Wellington. Bess nodded to him as she continued on her way upstairs. Her mind on her baking, she didn’t see Candy Wayne barreling toward her. The skinny young woman plowed into Bess, knocking her bags to the ground. The contents scattered.

“Broken heel.” Candy held up half of a four-inch spiked pump before she teetered onto the elevator. When Bess swore under her breath, her pug, Dumpling, barked.

The woman looked disheveled, top half-tucked in, skirt askew. “Sorry. Sorry,” the model mumbled as the doors shut. The elevator descended, leaving Bess to clean up the mess. She heard scratching at her door and the squeaking of hinges as the one down the hall opened. Whit, wearing a fluffy white terry robe, and probably nothing else, stuck his head out.

“What the hell?”

“My dog. When she hears me, she barks.” Bess, on her knees, swept boxes of tea and bags of coffee together.

“What have you got? A Rottweiler? A shepherd?”

Bess laughed. “A pug. She thinks she’s a Rottweiler.”

“A pug?” He chuckled. “Do you need a hand?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did Candy do this?”

Bess clamped her lips together in a fine line and continued to scoop her purchases up and dump them in the bag. Dumpling kept barking.

Whit padded barefoot out of his apartment and knelt down next to Bess. He picked up several items and read the labels. “Chai tea, Kona coffee, Loganberry jam…”

Bess plucked each container out of his hand one-by-one and whisked it into the bag. “I’m doing some research on coffee and tea.”

“How interesting. My research involves sifting through dry, boring article after dry, boring article on the Internet.”

“You do what you do, and I do what I do.”

As she stood up, he handed her a package of black licorice. “Bet we’re the last two people in the city who like this stuff,” he said.

“I doubt it.” She stiffened.

As he leaned over, his robe parted, and she got a good view of his chest--totally touchable, firm, but not bodybuilder hard. Black chest hair in moderation made her fingertips tingle at the thought of running them up his pecs. With an effort, she ripped her gaze from his body and directed it to the cartons of food still on the floor.


A bit about the book:

Inside a fashionable apartment house on Manhattan’s Upper West Side, sparks fly when tenant, Bess Cooper, as delectable as the desserts she whips up on her TV baking show, bumps into her gorgeous new neighbor

 

Whitfield Bass. A well-known broadcast journalist, he’s locked in a hot and heavy embrace with a stunning model, like those who accessorize his every outfit, and boudoir.  

Whit, aka Mr. No Commit, is a smooth-talking womanizer. Bess is the kind of Happily Ever After girl you make the mother of your children. Yet, against their will, they’re drawn together as powerfully as the poles of a magnet. Will she have the fortitude to survive a shattered heart?  Is Whit chasing a dream of success half a world away -- or running scared? Can scandal destroy everything Bess holds dear?

Find the book here:  

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B014X9QHMS

 

AMAZON U.K.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B014X9QHMS

 

AMAZON CANADA

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B014X9QHMS

 

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Published on October 11, 2020 02:46

Welcome to the Fall RWANYC blog hop.  "Seducing his ...




Welcome to the Fall RWANYC blog hop.  "Seducing his heart"  is free for everyone until 10/14 and free on Kindle Unlimited all the time.  Scroll down to return to the blog hop. 

Here's a brief excerpt:

Crash opened the door to The Wellington. Bess nodded to him as she continued on her way upstairs. Her mind on her baking, she didn’t see Candy Wayne barreling toward her. The skinny young woman plowed into Bess, knocking her bags to the ground. The contents scattered.

“Broken heel.” Candy held up half of a four-inch spiked pump before she teetered onto the elevator. When Bess swore under her breath, her pug, Dumpling, barked.

The woman looked disheveled, top half-tucked in, skirt askew. “Sorry. Sorry,” the model mumbled as the doors shut. The elevator descended, leaving Bess to clean up the mess. She heard scratching at her door and the squeaking of hinges as the one down the hall opened. Whit, wearing a fluffy white terry robe, and probably nothing else, stuck his head out.

“What the hell?”

“My dog. When she hears me, she barks.” Bess, on her knees, swept boxes of tea and bags of coffee together.

“What have you got? A Rottweiler? A shepherd?”

Bess laughed. “A pug. She thinks she’s a Rottweiler.”

“A pug?” He chuckled. “Do you need a hand?”

“I’m fine.”

“Did Candy do this?”

Bess clamped her lips together in a fine line and continued to scoop her purchases up and dump them in the bag. Dumpling kept barking.

Whit padded barefoot out of his apartment and knelt down next to Bess. He picked up several items and read the labels. “Chai tea, Kona coffee, Loganberry jam…”

Bess plucked each container out of his hand one-by-one and whisked it into the bag. “I’m doing some research on coffee and tea.”

“How interesting. My research involves sifting through dry, boring article after dry, boring article on the Internet.”

“You do what you do, and I do what I do.”

As she stood up, he handed her a package of black licorice. “Bet we’re the last two people in the city who like this stuff,” he said.

“I doubt it.” She stiffened.

As he leaned over, his robe parted, and she got a good view of his chest--totally touchable, firm, but not bodybuilder hard. Black chest hair in moderation made her fingertips tingle at the thought of running them up his pecs. With an effort, she ripped her gaze from his body and directed it to the cartons of food still on the floor.


A bit about the book:

Inside a fashionable apartment house on Manhattan’s Upper West Side, sparks fly when tenant, Bess Cooper, as delectable as the desserts she whips up on her TV baking show, bumps into her gorgeous new neighbor

 Whitfield Bass. A well-known broadcast journalist, he’s locked in a hot and heavy embrace with a stunning model, like those who accessorize his every outfit, and boudoir.  

Whit, aka Mr. No Commit, is a smooth-talking womanizer. Bess is the kind of Happily Ever After girl you make the mother of your children. Yet, against their will, they’re drawn together as powerfully as the poles of a magnet. Will she have the fortitude to survive a shattered heart?  Is Whit chasing a dream of success half a world away -- or running scared? Can scandal destroy everything Bess holds dear?

Find the book here:  

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Published on October 11, 2020 02:46

July 23, 2020

RWANYC BLOG TOUR! WELCOME ABOARD!



Welcome to the RWANYC Summer Blog Tour! RWA authors are posting excerpts from their works. This is from my book, "You Belong to Me." 

When you've finished reading mine, click on the link below to return to the tour and read the excerpts from other fine authors. Thanks for stopping by! 

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December

“Look, Dad!” Bobby Morrison yelled from the living room.

Holding a mug of coffee, the boy’s father, Cal, strolled into the room and peered out the window.

“Someone’s moving in,” Cal said.

“Look! A big truck,” exclaimed the boy.

Cal chuckled and rubbed his son’s head as they watched the men unloading furniture and carting it into the house.

“Go get dressed. School today.” Cal shooed Bobby away.

Curiosity riveted the older Morrison to the window. A woman appeared at the door to the small house. Her short, dark hair and the way she moved caught his eye.

“What’s she doing here? She’s not moving into that house, is she?” he said to himself.

A frown drew the corners of his mouth down. His brows knitted, and anger tightened his chest. Hadn’t Giselle Davenport done enough harm? She didn’t belong here anymore. Why had she come back? It sure wasn’t because of him. Why hadn’t she stayed in Europe, where she belonged?

He had a life in Pine Grove now. Her return would spoil things. He’d been over Giselle since themoment she left, or at least that was what he told himself. He’d found someone else, married, and had a child. So, why didn’t Giselle stay in another corner of the world?

Drawn to her against his will, he stood there, transfixed, as the burly men hauled tables, chairs, and boxes inside.

“She can’t own the place. No. She must be renting. Probably only a brief stop on her way to Timbuktu for another fancy job,” he muttered to himself. And maybe breaking another heart? At least this time, it wouldn’t be his.

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Published on July 23, 2020 18:48

April 22, 2020

REWRITE THE STARS - NEW RELEASE!



Welcome! How about a taste of my new release? It's back to Pine Grove. Meet some of your favorite characters again as you rub elbows with the folks of Pine Grove, a small town in upstate New York, where people can be so friendly, some might call it nosy. 
Here's a taste of the book - one of my favorite scenes: 
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Flint closed his project file. While he’d never buy a mansion on the profits from McKay Press, he and his brother lived comfortably in Pine Grove. His parents had sold the business and their house to their sons when they moved to Arizona.Flint and Marty renovated the place and took a business loan from the bank to upgrade their equipment and expand. Flint had put Marty in charge of new accounts while he took care of tried-and-true customers and maintained the machinery. The partnership worked. The brothers, separated by five years, stayed out of each other’s way. In their spare time, they joined the volunteer fire corps.“So? Did Miss High-and-Mighty tell you what to do with the store or tell you to fuck off?” The slow drawl of his younger brother, Marty, annoyed him.“Don’t call her that. She was nice, real nice.”“I bet. So why’d you come home pissed?”“Shut up, Marty.”“Yeah, yeah, Flint. When pigs can fly, when the worm turns, and when hell freezes over, you’ll get a call from Miss Cassandra Wells.”Seeing Cassie had jolted Flint. Could she be more stunning than she’d been at sixteen? Hell yeah. She’d exuded an energy from her expression, the way she’d moved, and those eyes. Damn those eyes. They were the clearest blue, like the Caribbean Sea. Her hair still had a reddish glint, too. Being in her presence had turned him on. Until she sloughed off the importance of the store. As heartless as she was beautiful. He shuddered to think she’d turned her back on her past.The phone interrupted his thoughts.“McKay Press. Flint McKay speaking.”“Hey, Flint.”“Oh, hi, Grey.” Damn, if there was anyone he didn’t want to talk to, it was Grey Andrews.“Rumor has it you had dinner with Cassie Wells.”“There is truth to the rumor.”“Great. So? When is she coming to take care of the store?”“Well, we didn’t exactly work out a date yet.” Flint glanced at the sky, asking for forgiveness for one of the biggest lies of his life.“Why not?”“You know, performers. Schedules. Stuff.” Sweat broke out on his forehead.“Oh. Okay. I hope she’s coming soon. Town council’s getting antsy. Keep me in the loop.”“Sure thing, Grey.” Flint put down his phone and wiped his palm over his face.“You’re digging the hole deeper,” Marty said, lounging against the doorjamb of Flint’s office.“I know, I know.”“Not ready to give up on her, are you?”“I just saw her this week. Crap. Give the woman some time. She’s real busy. It’s not like she’s sitting on her butt all day eating candy. She’ll come around. You’ll see.” Hmm, second biggest lie of his life.“Is that what she told you?”“Never mind what she told me.”Marty shot his brother a sly grin. “Yeah, right. Like there’s anything between you and her anymore.”“None of your business. Don’t you have calls to return or something?”“I’m going, I’m going.” Marty held up his palm. “Hell, you can lie to me all you want, Flint. But don’t lie to yourself.”With those words, Marty slipped away. Flint stared out the window. There were Chipping Sparrows at the bird feeder. Marty was right. Lying to others was bad enough, but lying to yourself was worse. He sighed and turned his focus to the computer.His cell rang. “McKay Press. Flint McKay speaking.”“Flint?” A small voice barely audible whispered his name.“Cassie?”Well, shit. Pigs can fly, worms have turned, and hell has frozen over!

Here's a bit about the book: 
After sixteen years setting records at the box office, winning Tony Awards, and rising like the brightest star in the sky, stardom no longer appeals to Cassandra Wells. At 32, she wants to trade in her greasepaint for a new life. The first step is escaping the people controlling her. Would old friendships rekindled, and secrets revealed allow Cassie to rewrite the stars?
It's book six of the Pine Grove series, but a true stand-alone and only $3.99 for the ebook. 
Find the ebook and paperback versions here: 
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0871JZQ3D
 GOOGLE PLAYhttps://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=P2rcDwAAQBAJ
 KOBOhttps://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/rewrite-the-stars-5AMAZON U.K.https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0871JZQ3D
 APPLEhttps://books.apple.com/us/book/id1507683720
BARNES & NOBLEhttps://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rewrite-the-stars-jean-c-joachim/1136847741;jsessionid=8DFDC8D75832FB29B892653B71CBEA0F.prodny_store01-atgap09?ean=2940163973910
AMAZON CANADAhttps://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0871JZQ3D
AMAZON AUSTRALIAhttps://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0871JZQ3D





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Published on April 22, 2020 04:38

December 20, 2019

NEW RELEASE! CHRISTMAS DUET - A PINE GROVE CHRISTMAS NOVELLA




Brand new holiday novella - CHRISTMAS DUETA Pine Grove Christmas story.

Sheriff Don Armstrong can’t believe what he sees when he shines his flashlight on someone breaking and entering –a beautiful woman. What’s a woman wearing expensive suede boots doing climbing in a window? And why is such a fancy perp in Pine Grove altogether? With gun drawn, he gives the orders.
“Hold it right there, Ma’am. Step back. Away from the window. Keep your hands where I can see them.”
The woman’s eyes widen. Like a deer in the headlights, she freezes. He thinks he’s seen it all, until he meets Traci Ashton. Sure, it’s Christmas Eve, but Don stopped believing in miracles years ago.    
Traci Ashton has it all, or almost all. With a job she loves and a kick-ass apartment in New York City, what more could she ask for? The only thing missing is the perfect man. The closest she’s come, Lars, went back to Norway at Thanksgiving –and he didn’t ask her to go with him.
Newly turned forty, Traci gives up looking. Little does she suspect that the next attractive man she meets brandishes a gun and is pointing it at her! 
Pre-order here:(On sale 1/1/20)


https://wp.me/P2002B-F7


  
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Published on December 20, 2019 08:31

October 31, 2019

A TREASURY OF HOLIDAY STORIES TO WARM YOUR HEART


Welcome to my treasury of holiday stories. I'm a sucker for holidays and have been writing holiday books forever. Here they are, some award-winners, some poignant, some funny, short, long, they defy categorization -- except to say they are all holiday stories and they all have happy endings. From $0.99 to $4.99, your sure to find something intriguing. Let's start with Thanksgiving.




THE MARRIAGE LIST

Written specifically for Thanksgiving, this timeless story is a favorite of mine.


Can happily ever after start with a list? After 10 years of working, saving, and investing, Grey Andrews achieved a level of wealth that allows him to do what he wants with his life. He needs a woman to share it with, but not any woman, the perfect woman, one who possesses the three qualities on his marriage list. $2.99 Buy it HERE



HANUKKAH HEARTS

Relocated to New York City from the Midwest, Becky Cohen follows her dream by snagging a choice entry level job at a publisher. She plans to Skype with her family during their Hanukkah celebration, until her mother’s rushed to the hospital.  
Devastated to be removed from her loved ones during this trying time, Becky’s amazed to find a new gift appears on her desk every day. Does she figure out who her benefactor is? Read the story to find out. $1.99Buy it HERE








At Christmas, Laura Fleming lived her fantasy adventure. Paid to house-sit for the fabulously wealthy financier, C.W. Banley, while he traveled, she eagerly headed for New York City. As mistress of his elegant townhouse, she baked cookies and dressed the old gent’s richly-furnished residence for the holidays. Every year, she wished, in vain, for a happy ending. Will this be the year that Miss Fleming discovers her dreams can come true? A sweet, award-winning, Christmas Fairy Tale. $2.99Buy it HERE
When Connecticut Kings star football player, Keith Wilson, asks his actress sister, Molly, to sub for him at the annual Christmas party for kids, she refuses. Although he manipulates her into agreeing, she turns the tables by extracting a reluctant promise from him. Will she be able to carry off posing as a man? And what happens when Santa turns out to be someone she didn’t expect? A sweet, sexy short holiday romantic comedy. $0.99 Buy it HEREA
Why did life have to be so hard? And at Christmas, too. Things had been going great for him. Being the top defenseman on the Huskies and married to the hottest, nicest woman—Deke had captured the brass ring of life. This Christmas, half of that dream bursts into flames. Does he need a Christmas miracle to keep the other half from going up in smoke, too?  $2.99Buy it HERE







A contemporary holiday romance that starts in the country and travels into the glitzy glitter of New York City at Christmas. A steamy, funny, emotional story with a happy ending you'll never see coming! $2.99  Buy it HERE

Broken promises, heartbreak, bitterness keep Cal and Giselle apart. Can a little boy and the spirit of Christmas convince them to put their hurt aside and open their hearts to forgiveness? $3.99   Buy it HERE














As the men and their women celebrate the holidays, bad news rivals good as accidents, breakups, and unexpected reunions strain love to the breaking point. Who will get their Christmas wish and who will not? If you’ve loved the men of the First & Ten series, then you won’t want to miss this nail-biter, the final chapter that will have you in tears and laughing with the wonderful men of the Connecticut Kings. $4.99 Buy it HERE





When he turned eighteen, Tuffer  gave up on getting his one special Christmas wish. At twenty-three, the tough, pro football lineman turned his energies toward helping the Connecticut Kings win the Super Bowl and courting the coach’s daughter.One wintry day, Tuffer’s wish was granted. He hoped it would bring peace to his life, but the outcome was just the opposite. A story of Christmas spirit reaching into the heart of an angry young man. The emotion in this short story will rock you to your roots. Stand-alone short story. $0.99  Buy it HERE

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Published on October 31, 2019 15:06

August 26, 2019

FREE!!






Not sure if you like football romance? Read the first chapters of all nine books here – FREE!   Meet the men of the Connecticut Kings football team. Share their anguish and their triumphs as they strive for success in the game of football and the game of love. GRIFF MONTGOMERY, QUARTERBACK
BUDDY CARRUTHERS, WIDE RECEIVER
PETE SEBASTIAN, COACH
DEVON DRAKE, CORNERBACK
SLY "BULLHORN" BRODSKY, OFFENSIVE LINE
AL "TRUNK" MAHONEY, DEFENSIVE LINE
HARLEY BRENNAN, RUNNING BACK
OVERTIME: THE FINAL TOUCHDOWN
A KINGS' CHRISTMAS This is a compilation of the first chapters of all nine books in the football romance series, First & Ten. 

Find the free book here: 

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Published on August 26, 2019 06:38

July 15, 2019

JUST ONE KISS




Up for preorder, available now on Google Play. JUST ONE KISS, new romantic comedy! Here's an excerpt.



The GPS put her within two miles of her destination. Her pulse kicked up. Impatience pushed her foot down a little harder on the accelerator. Picking her gaze up from the road, she eased down on the brake as a sleepy little house emerged from the darkness.How thoughtful of Roberta to leave the light over the front door on. As she signaled for a turn, she frowned to see another car in the driveway. Maybe Roberta had a spare car? Could she have forgotten about Meg’s arrival date?She pulled up next to a silver BMW SUV. Hmm, maybe Roberta had custody of the house already?Meg opened the trunk and took out two bags. The rest could wait until the morning.She jostled Charlie. “Sweetheart. Charlie. Dear. We’re here. Can you get up long enough to get into bed?”Meg prayed the beds were made up already. Charlie mumbled something, rubbed his face and slid out the door. He stumbled his way up the cement path with his mother toting the bags right behind him. Meg fished the key from her purse. She put it in the lock and swung the door wide open.As Charlie tripped up the step into the house, the sound of barking, once faint grew louder. As the boy moved inside, the hound from Hell, snarling, teeth bared bounded into the room. Charlie and his mother screamed at the same time!Seeking escape, Meg fled to the dining room, dragging Charlie behind her. The dog nipped at the boy. Using all her strength, Meg grabbed him by the waist and vaulted him onto the table. Then she scrambled onto a chair, then the table with the black dog close behind.She and Charlie clung to each other screaming. The dog jumped, but Meg raised her foot and kicked its snout. The dog yelped.“Hey! Don’t kick my dog!” came a masculine voice.Meg looked up. “Call off your dog!”“Come here, Coco. Did the bad lady hurt you?” A man dressed only in boxers, followed by a young boy in pajamas fussed about the dog. The animal calmed down for a moment before it snarled again at Meg and Charlie.“It’s okay, Coco. I don’t think she’s armed.”“Call off your dog!” she repeated, only louder.“I will, if you tell me what you’re doing breaking into my house.” Despite his words, the man grasped the dog’s collar and held her at bay.Slowly, Meg let go of her son. “You okay? Did the dog bite you?”Charlie nodded. “I don’t think so. She ripped my pants.”Meg examined the boy’s leg. “Damn. She did. You’ll pay for new pants, mister. And by the way, what are you doing squatting in my house?”“Your house?” His eyebrows rose.“You heard me. Keep that beast away from me,” she said, easing her way down from the table.“I paid to rent this house for the entire summer! So get out before I call the cops.” Rusty frowned.“Cops? Please do! I paid to rent this house for the entire summer. This is thirty-five Pond Road, isn’t it?”The man yanked open the front door and checked the number nailed there. “It is. I have paperwork.”“You? I have paperwork, too!”“I’m calling the cops,” he said, leaving the room.“Fine with me.” Meg folded her arms across her chest. “And take the beast with you.”“Come on, Coco. You don’t have to stay here and be insulted.”“What kind of dog is it?” Charlie asked.“Rottweiler,” the other boy replied.“I’m Charlie.”“Tommy. Wanna see my room?”“Don’t leave my sight. The dog isn’t safe!”“Aw, Coco won’t hurt you. You’re with me.”Despite his mother’s words, Charlie went off with Tommy.The man returned with his cell phone in hand.“Come on, Coco,” the boy called, and the Rottie obeyed, following the boys into the back of the house.“I’d like to report an intruder,” Rusty said into his cell.


A bit about the book:

Advised by his son’s school to up his game as a single parent, arrogant ex-baseball star, Rusty Reisse, takes a hiatus from his broadcasting career to spend the summer with his son. Rusty hopes to bond with Tommy in rural Pine Grove. His plan blows up when Meg Gunderson, a brainiac schoolteacher, shows up with her son, claiming the house is hers. When police compare receipts, they discover Rusty and Meg have rented the same house. A widow, Meg, schemes to get Rusty out. He’s equally determined to send her packing. Although a war of words ensues, the boys become friends. Obligated to share the digs for the duration, they’re forced to declare a reluctant truce.
While no longer openly hostile, they still snipe at each other, too stubborn to admit their growing attraction. When their vacation ends abruptly, will their chemistry vanish, too, with the summer sun and fresh corn-on-the cob? 
Buy it here: 


https://wp.me/P2002B-z3
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Published on July 15, 2019 10:23

June 28, 2019

JUST ONE KISS! NEW BOOK



Pine Grove, book 5
Pre-order now
Releasing 7/21



JUST ONE KISS

Advised by his son’s school to up his game as a single parent, arrogant ex-baseball star, Rusty Reisse, takes a hiatus from his broadcasting career to spend the summer with his son.
Rusty hopes to bond with Tommy in rural Pine Grove. His plan blows up when Meg Gunderson, a brainiac schoolteacher, shows up with her son, claiming the house is hers. When police compare receipts, they discover Rusty and Meg have rented the same house.
A widow, Meg, schemes to get Rusty out. He’s equally determined to send her packing. Although a war of words ensues, the boys become friends. Obligated to share the digs for the duration, they’re forced to declare a reluctant truce.
While no longer openly hostile, they still snipe at each other, too stubborn to admit their growing attraction. When their vacation ends abruptly, will their chemistry vanish, too, with the summer sun and corn-on-the cob?

PREORDER HERE:
AMAZONhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B07TKNDDZC/
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AMAZON U.K.https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07TKNDDZC
AMAZON CANADAhttps://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07TKNDDZC
AMAZON AUSTRALIAhttps://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07TKNDDZC













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Published on June 28, 2019 13:41

Stories of Love and Passion

Jean C. Joachim
I am a writer of contemporary romance series, some sweet and some spicy. I love to write and do it fulltime. I'm married, live in New York City with my husband, two sons and a rescued pug named Homer. ...more
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