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March 15, 2016
Teaser Tuesday ~ by Jennifer Garcia
This week’s #TeaserTuesday is from romance author Jennifer Garcia.
Hi, everyone!! Both of my books, My Mr. Manny and In My Mother’s Footsteps are up for nomination at The Romance Reviews website. I’d love for you to head on over there and nominate the books you’ve read and enjoyed to go to the next level. If you’ve read either of my books, and enjoyed them, please give them a vote. Nominations are open from March 14-31.
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After getting swept up in nostalgia and losing herself in a quickly progressing romance, her fantasy falls apart. She is left to raise her precious little girl, Lucia, on her own. The demands of Mia’s work schedule and Lucia’s needs increase, and their lives become increasingly hectic. It is soon clear to Mia that she needs help. Luckily, her life-saving cousin saves the day and brings the mother and daughter a male nanny – their new “manny.”
After losing his high-pressure job on Wall Street, Dominic Roberts wants to follow his dreams to have a family. He’s already one fiancée down, and there are no likely prospects for another. In order to find the family he so desperately wants, he finds himself getting into the manny business. Since he is fully qualified to provide childcare and is eager to leave New York City behind, his sister-in-law is able to land him a job in California working for his first client – the beautiful and intriguing Mia Balducci.
Will Lucia like the new man in her mother’s life? Will Mia? And will this new trio discover the happily ever after they all so desperately seek?
“The first thing I saw were his eyes, which were a shade that transcended the most beautiful green things in the world: peacock feathers, limes, and lush leaves. They were small, slanted, and topped with thick dark eyebrows, which added a hint of mystery. His hair was dark black and slicked back. The bone structure of his face was strong, masculine, and angled. I couldn’t stop looking at him.
He cleared his throat and put out his hand. “I’m Dominic.” I grabbed it in a firm shake, and I felt like I could see my future in that instant. Pictures of Dominic and me together in our old age flashed before my eyes. I felt comforted, as if I were wrapped in a warm coat of love. It was an amazing feeling.
After much too long of a handshake, I pulled my hand back and said, “I am so sorry, Dominic. Please excuse my manners.” I waved him in with my right hand, while holding the door open with my left. “Come in. I’m Mia, by the way. Let’s have a seat in the living room to talk.””
Anela Alborn’s life is a lie. After growing up without the love of a father, her mother reveals his identity. Tragedy strikes and she sets off on an adventure that leads to more than she could ever imagine. Bumping into Christian Sivers distracts her from the real man of her dreams, her father. Will he live up to her dreams? And does she follow in her mother’s footsteps?
“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen,” he murmured, enunciating every word. I closed my eyes again in disbelief. People were always so mystified by my eyes, and usually not in a good way. I was teased quite a lot as a kid due to the unique color of my irises. The kids had been cruel and relentless; they would meow at me and tell me I was part cat. Even though I knew it wasn’t true, it still stuck with me and scarred me. It was difficult to adjust to the reactions I had been getting as an adult. Most adults said they liked my eyes and that it was a good thing to have them resemble the eyes of a cat, but feeling so self-conscious about it was a hard habit to break. He dropped his hand from my face, picked up his beer, and took a sip. “Please don’t shut me out. It’s just that I have never seen eyes that color before. They’re like cat eyes.” “I think you have beautiful eyes, too. In fact, I admired them all day. I’ve never seen eyes that color blue before,” I told him. Christian laughed before giving me his sexy, cocky smile, the one where just one side of his mouth lifted up, and it screamed, “Yeah, I know I’m fine.”
Jennifer Garcia’s lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Originally from Boston, she currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and two dogs. Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts.
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March 8, 2016
Teaser Tuesday ~ Forgotten Awakenings by Lisa Bilbrey
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Elle gave into her desires and allowed
herself to love. The road to redemption hasn’t been easy for her, or her
lovers, but together, she, Sadie, Callum, and Derek strive for a life of peace
and harmony. But will they get their happily ever after, or will a madwoman’s
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“She cut you.”Samuel nodded. “We’d gone out for breakfast, and when
we got back, the front door was open. I told Lydia to stay outside and call the
police while I went inside.”
“You stupid fool,” Lydia cried.
“What were you thinking?” Elle exclaimed. “Were you
trying to get yourself killed?”
“No, of course not!” he insisted. “But I couldn’t just
stay on the porch. I found Trixie inside our bedroom. She was . . . she was on
the bed, touching herself.”
“Ew,” Callum groused as he, Derek, and Sadie sat on
the other sofa.
“Tell me about it,” Samuel scoffed, shifting so that
he was facing Elle. “Sweetheart, she, um, she’s dyed her hair dark, like . . .
like yours.”
“Like mine?” Elle whispered.
“Yeah, and, uh, I think she was wearing your clothes.”
“W . . . What?” she stammered, her chest heaving as
she struggled to keep her breathing calm and even. “What do you mean my
clothes?”
“I don’t know how she got them, but you remember the
outfit you wore the day you presented your plans for Alvarez Park?” he asked.
Elle bit her lip, thinking back to the day she andSadie had met Samuel Davis. It’d been a year — a long year, that hadn’t been
the easiest on them. “Um, vaguely. I remember wearing one of my black skirts,
but I can’t remember what blouse I wore.”
“It was your blue silk blouse,” Sadie said, her cheeks
warming. “You looked hot in it. Hugged your —”
“Sadie,” Elle hissed, shifting her eyes to the
detectives before looking back at Samuel. “She was wearing my clothes?”
“Or clothes that looked like yours,” he said. “When I
found her on the bed, she smiled and said she’d been waiting for me. I told her
to leave, called her by her name, and she . . .
Well, Trixie went nuts and started screaming at me, saying she was you.”
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Obsessive, compulsive, slightly crazed, but enough about her
personality. First and foremost, Lisa Bilbrey is a mom to three and a wife to
one. She loves to write, and spends the majority of everyday writing. It’s who
she is, and what she’s meant to be doing. Words are her life, the air she
breathes, and the nutrients of her soul.
~*~Links~*~
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March 1, 2016
Teaser Tuesday ~ THE EDGE OF MADNESS
THE EDGE OF MADNESS
unleashes MARCH 01, 2016
Official genre of box set: SUSPENSE, THRILLER, HORROR
Content warning:
RATED MA 18+ for mature content, V — violence, S — graphic sexual situations, L — vulgar language. Not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised.
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Below is an excerpt from R.E. Hargrave’s genre debut, a horrific short story not meant for the faint-hearted, SLOTS:
Although Nolan had already told me what he’d seen, witnessing it first hand on the tapes had my guts flip-flopping worse than the buffet gods. With no audio we couldn’t hear what the man in black was saying to them, but I could see Taylor’s clear adoration with him. She was doing that finger twirl thing with her braid and laughing a lot. She also kept leaning into the guy… almost stumbling. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that something was very wrong about the whole scene.
Hope had always been level-headed and aware of things. I’d never not seen her in total control of her surroundings. Leo replayed the footage and I watched closely, noting how Hope became more relaxed, less alert, as she sipped on the drink the man had given her. Taylor was giggling and falling into the mystery man while Hope stood by, giving a half-hearted laugh each time.
Hot tears pricked at the corner of my eye when I watched them walk off screen. The guy was practically carrying Taylor while Hope followed behind like an unknowing puppy. I had no doubts whatsoever that he’d drugged the girls.
“Mr. Schwarz, I think we need to call the police. Right now, please.”
(c) 2016, R.E. Hargrave, SLOTS
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February 23, 2016
Teaser Tuesday ~ Hidden Threat by Sherri Hayes
Release Date: January 28, 2016
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cali Stanton has one goal in life, being a doctor. She
has spent the last two years helping the less fortunate in Africa. It’s a job
she loves and intends to do for the foreseeable future. That is until she
receives a call from her father saying he’s been injured and needs her back in
Chicago. Less than a week later she finds herself behind her father’s desk at
Stanton Enterprises, running the family business…something she never wanted to
do. But how could she say no to her father when he insists that she is the only
one he can trust?Matthew Andersen and his brother, Jason, have spent the last two years managing
security at Stanton Enterprises. However, someone is determined to take down
the company and with it its acting CEO, Cali Stanton.
Cali and Matthew must work together to find out who is behind the threats to
not only the company but to Cali herself while they fight their growing
attraction for each other. Can they figure out the hidden threat before it’s
too late?
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Excerpt
He scanned her face as if he were looking for theanswers to solve the world’s deepest mysteries. “Cali?”
“How many times?” she asked. “How many times and
then you just close down and act like nothing happened?”
“Three,” he said, his voice flat.
She stepped closer and looked into his eyes. She
hadn’t expected him to answer her. Or if he did, she was expecting something
more along the lines of, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
Matthew met her gaze with firm determination. “In my
office.”
He took a step closer. “In your office.”
Cali watched the movement of his throat as he
swallowed. The room seemed to be getting warmer.
Matthew took another step, closing the distance
between them. “Last night.”
Her heart was hammering in her ears. He was right in
front of her now. Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him.
Close enough that she could smell the cologne he was wearing.
“That’s how many times I’ve almost kissed you,” he
whispered, his breath ghosting across her face, his lips mere inches from hers.
She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his.
“Four.” He said it so soft she could barely hear.
Cali’s heart skipped a beat and it felt as if all
the air had been sucked out of the room.
He tilted his head forward, bringing their lips even
closer. “Tell me no, Cali. Tell me to stop.”
About The Author
Sherri spent most of her childhood
detesting English class. It was one of her least favorite subjects because she
never seemed to fit into the standard mold. She wasn’t good at spelling, or
following grammar rules, and outlines made her head spin. For that reason,
Sherri never imagined becoming an author.
At the age of thirty, all of that changed.
After getting frustrated with the direction a television show was taking two of
its characters, Sherri decided to try her hand at writing an alternate ending,
and give the characters their happily ever after. By the time the story
finished, it was one of the top ten read stories on the site, and her readers
were encouraging her to write more.
Since then Sherri has published several
novels, many of which have hit the top 100 in their category on Amazon. Writing
has become a creative outlet that allows her to explore a wide range of
emotions, while having fun taking her characters through all the twists and
turns she can create. You can find a current list of all of Sherri’s books and
sign up for her monthly newsletter at www.sherrihayesauthor.com.
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February 16, 2016
Teaser Tuesday ~ 4th End of All Things book by Lissa Bryan
It started with a virus…
A generation has passed since the pandemic known only as the Infection ended the world as we know it. The world in which Taylor struggles to survive is a harsh and brutal place.
Here is a sample of the first chapter, and the beginning of a new journey.
She woke to the sound of screams and gunfire.
Taylor sat up, looking around her darkened room,
holding her breath as she listened. For a moment, all she heard was the
pounding of her own heart and then there was another shriek, this one not far
away. Taylor rolled out of her bed and crouched low, heading for the window.
She used the side of her fist to rub away some of the grime that coated the
glass on the inside, though the outside was still clouded and all she could see
an ominous orange glow and wavering shadows.
Oh
no oh no…
Feet pounded down the sidewalk in front of her room
and the shadowy outline of human forms darted past her windows. Someone was
crying, horrible sharp sobs.
Taylor crept to the other side of the window where a
hole had been broken out of one of the panes long ago. She slowly pulled out
the rag stuffed in the gap and peered out. A body lay in the parking lot outside her
window and she smothered a gasp by pressing a hand to her mouth. The bloodied
head was turned away from her, but she recognized that tangle of blonde curls
and the green sweat pants the body wore. It was Grace, and she was dead.
Tears burned in Taylor’s eyes, but she forced them
down, swallowing hard. A loud bang drew her gaze, and she saw a man with a
rifle kick in the door of a room on the opposite side of the parking lot. He
charged in and emerged seconds later, dragging a woman by her hair.
Time
to go. Taylor didn’t know what was going on, but she could
figure that out later.
She crawled over to her bed, keeping low, and
reached beneath the mattress. Years ago, a large hole had been gouged out of the
underside. It made a perfect cavity for stashing her bag to keep it safe from
thieves.
She heard a bang next door and a louder scream and
ran for the bathroom. As her hand touched the knob, she glanced back at the
dresser.
Shadows flickered outside her window.
I
can’t—
After a moment of hesitation, Taylor bit her lip and
darted back to the dresser. The pulls had long ago been stolen or broken off,
and she had to scratch with her fingers at the sides of the drawer to get a
grip. She finally managed to yank it open and scooped out the small box inside,
tucking it below her arm as she ran for the bathroom. She shut the door behind
her, flipping its pathetically flimsy lock.
She hoisted herself up onto the toilet tank and
pushed the transom window up. The glass had been broken out long ago and was
now covered with pieces of plastic she easily pushed from the frame.
She peeked
outside but didn’t see anyone. Smoke stung her nose and the sky was orange with
the reflected flames, getting brighter with every moment. There was the loud
retort of a gunshot and a scream cut off with horrifying abruptness. Taylor
shoved the small box into her bag and looped it over her shoulder.
With a small grunt of effort, Taylor hauled herself
up and crammed her body through the window, not taking time to care about the
scrapes and scratches from the metal frame. She fell with a thud to the pavement
below and winced as she wobbled to her feet.
She should make for the woods, she decided. Run like
hell and don’t look back until she knew she was safe, but to get there, she had
to pass through the end of town, and she already saw signs of chaos down the
street.
Copper, the owner of the bar on the corner, knelt in
the middle of the street while a man with a machete stood over him, watching as
others carried out boxes of bottles from the building to a waiting wagon. The
flames glinted off his ginger hair and Taylor saw that Copper was crying, his
shoulders shaking as he wept.
Not
that way, then.
Taylor crept along the back wall of the motel, crouched
low, keeping her head down. She reached the corner and peeked around the edge.
A man stood there, grinning. “Hands up.”
There
weren’t any options at the moment. Taylor complied. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
“I got another one!” the man shouted back over his
shoulder. “Come here.”
Taylor nodded. She started to stand up, but lost her
balance and toppled over. With an exhalation of impatience, the man stuck a
hand out to grab her. Taylor felt a strange zing of energy bolt through her.
Now.
She grabbed the back of his hand and before he could
react, twisted it hard, cupping her other hand over his elbow and forcing it flat,
against the bend. Before he could react to being thrown off balance, she rammed
her foot down on the side of his kneecap. His roar of pain downed out the
crunching of bone. He collapsed to the ground and Taylor swept up the baseball
bat he’d dropped. She brought it down on the side of his head as hard as she
could and spun around, looking to see if his scream had drawn anyone’s
attention.
No one appeared in the gap between buildings.
Panting, she wiped her sweaty face and looked back
down at the man’s body again, sprawled at her feet. He was wearing a t-shirt,
and on his right forearm were a crudely tattooed series of numbers, a zero, at
the wrist, a nine above it and an eight in the center of his forearm. Each
number below the eight had several vertical lines through it.
“Oh my God, it’s the Nine,” Taylor whispered. For a
moment, her knees felt wobbly.
Taking several quick breaths, she reminded
herself she didn’t have time to panic. She looked around again to see if she’d
been spotted and then ran toward an old, rusted dumpster behind the next
building.
The
Nine. It can’t be the Nine. Oh my God, I’ve—
Her own breathing was the loudest sound and she
struggled to get it under control. Her hands were shaking so hard it was
difficult to grip the bat. She could see the entire roof of the motel was now
covered in a sheet of flame, and from the columns of smoke, it wasn’t the only
building on fire.
She had to get to the gap in the fence so she could
make it to the woods. She would be safe there. She could hide there.
The first three books in the End of All Things series are now available in a single volume set for only $9.99.
About the Author
Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress, Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist who recently discovered the cure for athlete’s foot…. though only in her head. Real life isn’t so interesting, which is why she spends most of her time writing.
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February 15, 2016
Looking For Something by itlnbrt (@itlnbrt) ~ O/S
Twifanficionrecs.com recommended my little story. Check it out. :) Go give some love to all the other on there as well!!
Source: Looking For Something by itlnbrt (@itlnbrt) ~ O/S
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February 2, 2016
Teaser Tuesday ~ Politically Incorrect by Jeanne McDonald
Here’s a little peek at what Jeanne McDonald is currently working on.
Sex. Lies. Greed. Power. Scandal. Politics.
Nothing gets by Elizabeth McNeal. As a forty-five year old divorcee and a nationally renowned political strategist, she can claim to have seen it all. Most of her adult life she’s focused on two important things ─ her daughter and her career. Now, challenged by a new campaign and a new candidate, Elizabeth is forced to reevaluate the things she most values and make some major decisions that could impact her future.
William Baxter is a thirty-four year old Democratic Congressman for the great state of Texas who’s vying for an empty seat in the U.S. Senate. Accustomed to standing out in a crowd, Liam takes pride in being true to himself and the people he serves. He refuses to fall in line with the stereotypical persona of a politician. Backed by one of the richest men in Texas, Liam is offered the chance to work with D.C.’s most elite political strategist. With the odds already against him because of his party affiliation and age, it’s an offer he can’t refuse.
Apprehensive about their age differences and driven by politics, Elizabeth finds herself keeping score of their sensual game for control. For the woman who thought she’d seen it all, the man in the eccentric ties and a dashing smile teaches her a new game to play. Rules are made to be broken. Lines are meant to be crossed. But in the high stakes sport of politics, where one bad decision can destroy a campaign, can they afford to rewrite the rules to meet their desires or will they choose to remain politically incorrect?
Jeanne McDonald is an author, a mother, a wife, a student of knowledge and of life, a coffee addict, a philosophy novice, a pop culture connoisseur, inspired by music, encouraged by words, and a believer in true love. When she’s not spending time with her family, she can be found reading, writing, enjoying a great film, chatting with friends or diligently working toward her bachelor’s degree in literature. A proud Texan, Jeanne currently resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.
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January 23, 2016
Exquisite Christmas Anthology ~ Top Ten Finisher #EQuills
I’m so excited to announce that our Exquisite Christmas Anthology came in #8 in the Preditors and Editors Readers Poll. Top Ten!!
I have two Holiday stories and two recipes in this anthology with 20 other Best-Selling, Multi-Published, and Award-winning Authors! You’ll want to cozy up with a warm cup of your favorite holiday drink and enjoy these happy-ever-after stories!
When romance writers give love stories to the world, we do more than entertain – we share our hope for something better. These imaginative moments of happy-ever-after warm the soul and ripple outward. The world needs more love, and every bit helps.
We hope you enjoy this collection of heartwarming seasonal tales and delicious recipes by twenty-one Bestselling, Award-winning, and Multi-Published Authors from the international Exquisite Quills community: Victoria Adams, Rose Anderson, E. Ayers, Beverley Bateman, Lily Bishop, Barb Caffrey, Helena Fairfax, J.D. Faver, Jennifer Garcia, Romy Gemmell, Vonnie Hughs, Susan Jaymes, Gemma Juliana, Jean Lamb, Lyndi Lamont, Zanna Mackenzie, Janis Susan May, Dee Ann Palmer, Jane Leopold Quinn, Kaye Spencer, and M. S. Spencer.
Happy Holidays!
Jennifer Garcia’s love of travel began when she went to the West Coast to visit her father at the age of three. Her home until she was sixteen was a small coastal town near Boston. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and two dogs.
Her lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Even though she is older, and life never seems to settle, she’s finding her way. Believing she can do it all, with the help of her family, she worked on her first novel during the late hours of the night while balancing the rest of her life during the day.
Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts.
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January 19, 2016
Teaser Tuesday ~ Gypsy Wolf by KD Jones
GYPSY WOLF
Book 5 in Strange Lake Falls Series
by KD Jones
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Lucas is a pureblood Alpha who needs a mate to carry on his lineage.
Diana is a powerful soothsayer who is determined to escape her fate.
Unexpected circumstances bring this unlikely pair together, and the sparks fly between them.
Will they be able to overcome their prejudices and
stand together against those that would tear them apart?
There is magic to be found in Gypsy Wolf!
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January 16, 2016
#MySexySaturday ~ One Sexy Girl
Welcome to the 124th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: One Sexy Girl
From my Contemporary Romance- My Mr. Manny
Standing back, I watched when he let his pants drop to the floor so I was able to appreciate his strong legs. They were long, with defined muscles covered in black wisps of hair. He placed his pants on the chair behind him, and I caught a look at his tight ass in his dark gray boxer briefs. As a full package, Dominic was complete perfection. Hell, even in parts he was beautiful. When he turned back toward me, he looked right into my eyes, and I let out a shaky breath. My eyes were sucked in by his, and I watched while they changed color, turning darker. In the look we shared, our souls just spoke—connected. It was the kind of moment I had read about in fairy tales; it was not something that happened in real life, but it happened now. It happened for us.
“Come here.” He held out his hand to me. “Let me love you.”
Two quick steps, and I was in his arms with my face buried in his neck, which allowed me to smell his sweet, musky scent. Dominic was taking his time while he held me close, savoring every moment, and it just served to build up the anticipation. I could feel his heart beating fast in his chest, just as mine was. His skin felt soft over his firm muscles when I ran my hands down his back. Dancing up to my neck, his hand then trailed to my chin with the lightest touch of his fingertips. He lifted my face to look at him and closed his lips over mine. They were rough, and his mouth was filled with desire. The scruff from his light beard rubbed my skin, leaving it sensitive. The blood coursed through my body, pulsating through every inch of my skin that prickled from our connection. It was different from any kiss we had ever shared. It was desperate, promising, loving, committed, and exciting. Then, he trailed those emotion-filled kisses from my mouth down my chin to my neck, nipping and licking along the way.
His hands skimmed around my stomach, where he found the hem of my shirt and slid it up my body and over my head. Then he undid my jeans and wiggled them down over my hips, bending down to help me and throwing them on the chair with his own clothes.
Dominic walked me back to the bed and, with his hands under my ass, he lifted me on top of the comforter. His kisses stopped so he could remove my bra and panties, and he savored every surface of my body with his eyes. My tongue swiped my bottom lip, and I dragged it into my mouth, embedding my teeth into it. My chest rose and fell exaggeratedly while my breathing became shallow just from watching him devour me with his gaze.
Steam covered the windows like a thin shade. The light shone from the chandelier above us, and I saw the small beads of sweat drop from Dominic’s forehead and chest as he moved over my body. While we kissed, touched, moved, and caressed, we shared every part of ourselves with each other.
When our eyes met again, his had darkened like uncut emeralds. His expression was ravenous, like a thirsty man in a desert. And when I looked deep into his eyes, swept up in our moment, thoughts of our first meeting came back to me. The connection I felt the moment we first touched rushed through me. The flashes I had of our future together were coming to fruition. We were sealing our fate while we connected in every possible way.
After getting swept up in nostalgia and losing herself in a quickly progressing romance, her fantasy falls apart. She is left to raise her precious little girl, Lucia, on her own. The demands of Mia’s work schedule and Lucia’s needs increase, and their lives become increasingly hectic. It is soon clear to Mia that she needs help. Luckily, her life-saving cousin saves the day and brings the mother and daughter a male nanny – their new “manny.”
After losing his high-pressure job on Wall Street, Dominic Roberts wants to follow his dreams to have a family. He’s already one fiancée down, and there are no likely prospects for another. In order to find the family he so desperately wants, he finds himself getting into the manny business. Since he is fully qualified to provide childcare and is eager to leave New York City behind, his sister-in-law is able to land him a job in California working for his first client – the beautiful and intriguing Mia Balducci.
Will Lucia like the new man in her mother’s life? Will Mia? And will this new trio discover the happily ever after they all so desperately seek?
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