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Too True To Be Good, first kiss

Too True To Be GoodI can’t believe Too True To Be Good will be out in a week! I always get so nervous about a book right before it comes out. But going back to the first kiss makes me feel better.

Gianna and Zach aren’t totally sure about each other. There’s definitely something there, but neither thinks it’s more than lust. Still, that doesn’t stop them from testing the waters.

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Excerpt from Too True To Be Good

She said she didn’t want him. That he wasn’t her type, or her fantasy. That she was going home and didn’t want to get involved.

But he didn’t fucking care.

He wanted her enough for both of them.

He meant what he said. She needed to relax, to enjoy things a bit. To let someone take care of her for once.

No, he wasn’t the man for the job, but he could show her what it was like to be kissed like you were the only thing that mattered. Because in that moment she was.

Zach traced the seam of her lips with his tongue and groaned when she opened immediately for him. His fingers dove for her hair, angling her head the way he wanted it. She gave him a needy whimper, one that had him hardening beneath the fly of his jeans. He only intended to kiss her, but if she kept making noises like that, he wasn’t going to be responsible for what he did.

Gianna’s hands eased up his chest, toying with him. Her delicate touch was in direct contrast to the hard way he kissed her. Maybe she was giving him a signal, telling him to slow it down.

She pinched his nipple. Hard. He liked that signal.

His tongue glided alongside hers, getting to know her. She tasted like his wine and his food. He wanted her to taste like him. He groaned at the thought of his come on her tongue.

Jesus, he was like a teenager.

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Welcome to Bereton

Bereton, New York is in the beautiful Finger Lakes, on the banks of Cayuga Lake. Wine flows readily, love blooms like the grapes, and family drama makes everything more fun.

Stop on by and meet some new friends. Maybe you’ll find a book boyfriend or two along the way!

The fifth book in the Raise A Glass series, Too True To Be Good, will be available in just nine days! Grab the rest of the series now!

Let’s Raise A Glass

Too True To Be Good is coming, but I wanted to take a chance to go back to the beginning. The start of the series. The reason it’s here at all.

As it said in the video, Love The Wine You’re With is free everywhere! Pick up your copy today, and get in your preorder for Too True To Be Good. It’ll be out in only two weeks!

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#FiveOnFriday with MJ Schiller

MJ Schiller is back with us today! If you haven’t picked up To Hell In A Coach Bag yet, I bet this will convince you!

Five Reasons to like TO HELL IN A COACH BAG

LOVE ~ not only do you have love, you have love four times over! Two married women whose marriages are on the rocks, two single women with baggage. Can they all find their happily-ever-after?

LAUGHTER ~ and lots of it! From purse rescuing to lingerie purchasing, these characters put the AWK in AWKWARD!

LINKS to you (relates) ~ You’ll recognize the issues these women are struggling with, and the bond of friendships that supersede all else.

LIKEABLE CHARACTERS ~ you know these women. You’ve met them before. One of them may be your best friend, your boss, your sister. They are flawed, but fabulous. Real and ridiculous at the same time. They’re the kind of women you’d love to hang out with.

LITTLE OFF-BEAT MUSICAL REFERENCES ~ not only do Sam and Dani have an ongoing challenge to be the first to name the artist of every song they hear, they also like to analyze lyrics. You may find yourself doing it, too, after this read! When you actually sit and think about lyrics, they can be kind of silly.

So get out there and buy yourself a copy. And get one for your best bud while you’re at it! 😉

To Hell in a Coach BagBlurb

Four Midwest lunch ladies on a cross-country road trip…

But the road to love can be rocky. What can save Alex’s marriage when her hubby’s driving her crazy? How can Max ever feel close to her man again when he never puts out? And just when Dani and Tucker are getting close, dreams of Darren’s death begin to haunt her. Can she move past them? And what about Sam? Although Kyle’s logged some serious ice time, her cold shoulder may put his heart in perma-freeze.

Is happiness around the next corner? Or are these four women simply headed TO HELL IN A COACH BAG?

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Excerpt

The heads popped up in unison, and Maxine stared at Sam who was pale as a ghost. “I am so sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Sam answered quickly.

“Okay?” Alex screamed. “That’s a four-hundred-dollar Coach purse.”

That got my attention. I stuck out my head. “Excuse me, ladies, but I couldn’t help but overhear. Did you say four-hundred-dollar purse?”

“Oh, Tucker,” Maxine wailed, grabbing ahold of my shirt with both fists. “You have to get that purse.”

“O-o-okay.” Was she the next to crack? I started to leave, but Max called me back.

“Oh, and Tucker, be careful.”

“I will,” I replied, bewildered. It wasn’t like I was going to have to scale the edge of the building to get it. There were stairs.

It was not until I got below that I understood her statement. The billion-dollar purse was stuck on a tree branch hanging over a muddy ravine separating the tennis courts from the outer courtyard. Here and there, quaint little bridges crossed the ravine. There had been some recent mountain storms, and it was plenty full at that point. I looked up to the balcony where the three women watched me.

“How much did you say this purse cost?” I yelled.

“Four-hundred dollars,” they yelled in unison.

As I leaned against the tree trunk and took off my loafers, I glared at them, wondering about the twisty path that brought me to this. I jumped and caught a low branch, then muscled my way to sit on it.

“Oh, my!” Maxine exclaimed.

I analyzed the branch the purse was hooked on and noted no branches were near enough to reach it. One above it appeared questionable, with patches of stripped bark. I climbed higher, hoping to angle my way down, and finally made it to a position where I was directly above it. I laid flat on the branch, holding on with one hand. The other I tried to extend to the purse. I was within inches. Pushing a little farther, I leaned to my right and gave my reach the added inch, and I snagged it.

“Got it!” I called triumphantly. But as I did, my weight carried me around the branch, and I found myself hanging upside down, with my arms and legs wrapped around the branch. Squeals of delight came from the Musketeers, but I ignored them and concentrated on my predicament.

I needed to free my hands to walk myself back in, so I stuck the handle of the purse in my mouth, careful not to leave bite marks on the expensive leather. But when I returned my hand to the branch, an unpleasant noise sounded over the rush of the water below. I prayed the crack came from another branch, and held very still, just in case. To my relief, nothing happened.

Until I began to inch back toward the trunk, at which point a very loud CRACK rent the air. Oh shit. My stomach lurched as I fell through the air, hitting several smaller branches on my way down. I landed with a thud on the soggy bank.

From above came a threefold gasp, followed by a hushed silence.

I assessed my condition, moving to determine if anything was broken. Sore yes, broken no. So, I rose, covered in mud like a horror movie swamp monster. It was smeared on my face, in my hair, and all over my white shirt. I held out my hands as they dripped and looked at my trio of spectators.

“Oh, good. You still have it,” Sam yelled happily.

Author Bio

Bestselling author M.J. Schiller is a retired lunch lady/romance-romantic suspense writer. She enjoys writing novels whose characters include rock stars, desert princes, teachers, futuristic Knights, construction workers, cops, and a wide variety of others. In her mind everybody has a romance. She is the mother of a twenty-two-year-old and three twenty-year-olds. That’s right, triplets! So having recently taught four children to drive, she likes to escape from life on occasion by pretending to be a rock star at karaoke. However…you won’t be seeing her name on any record labels soon.

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Introducing Opposites Attract

The word Aloha is so fitting today. It’s a Hawaiian word that means both ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ and really suits this post.

I always have trouble saying goodbye. Walking away from something I love is nearly impossible for me. This series has meant as much to me as it has to so many of you. The emails and reviews have lifted me up and shown me that so many of you were looking for the same thing I was.

A series about overweight women who just wanted to find love.

To be able to bring these women to life and help them find love has inspired me so much and given me so much hope. I know it’s done the same for many of you, and I thank you for sharing your stories with me.

I know these amazing thirteen women, and the amazing men they love, will be in future books. Next week I’ll give you a first peek at the brand new spin-off series, Opposites Attract. Sawyer will get his happily ever after and make some new friends for us to fall in love with. And I’m toying with the idea of following Laura and seeing her fall in love.

And some of the Big & Beautiful characters will make appearances in the spin-off series.

Ample & AlluringAs hard as it is to say goodbye, I know they’ll always be there. Like old friends you can drop in on and know you can pick up right where you left off. It’ll be fun to watch where they go in the future. And maybe catch a few new weddings and babies along the way!

It’s hard to pick a favorite couple, but I think Peyton and Wyatt became my favorites as I wrote their story. For a long time, Carrie and Drew were my favorites, and I still think they’re up there.

I’d love to know who your favorites were, and why, if you feel like sharing in the comments below!

As I say aloha to Big & Beautiful, I’m also saying aloha to Opposites Attract! About a year ago, a reader asked me if I’d ever considered writing a story from the male point of view exclusively. It wasn’t something I ever thought about since I always feel more connected to my female characters. Especially in the Big & Beautiful series where I wrote only from the woman’s point of view so we could really feel what it was like to be her.

But the question got me thinking. You clearly loved Big & Beautiful, and I was thinking about writing a spin-off series.

As the idea sat with me, I realized how much I loved the challenge. With every new series I write, I try to do something a little different, something that will push me as an author. Writing exclusively from the male point of view was definitely going to be a challenge.

So was finding the right guy to start the series.

Since I intended it to be a spin-off from Big & Beautiful, I knew the guy had to be someone who was part of that series. I was working on Round & Ravishing, and the opportunity for a future hero presented itself in the form of Sawyer, Noah’s photographer brother.

Sawyer always wanted to move to Hawaii, and being a photographer allowed me a chance to put him right where I wanted him. Smack in the middle of the wedding world.

I might have laughed a few evil laughs at the idea.

But I couldn’t walk away from it.

A wedding series, set in Hawaii, told exclusively from the male point of view?

Yep, I’d found my new challenge.

In this brand new series, Opposites Attract, you’ll get a peek into the male mind. You’ll find out what makes them tick. What they really think about during sex. And how they truly feel about our curves.

You’ll also get a peek into their dirty minds!

The first book in the series is Order vs. Chaos. Sawyer meets his match in a feisty wedding planner. Kiana has everything just how she wants it, but Sawyer comes in and messes up her perfectly ordered world.

And she just might love it.

But she’d never tell him that.

Enjoy a sneak peek at Order vs. Chaos below, and preorder your copy now!

Excerpt from Order vs. Chaos

I heard music coming from the back of the house and followed it to a small office with a white desk front and center, two yellow chairs opposite the desk, and Kiana singing along to the music in her white captain’s chair, her head bopping and her dark hair swinging.

Damn was she cute.

I knocked on the door after a second and held up the bag of food. She beckoned me in and turned the music off.

“What do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into a lower desk drawer.

I shook my head. “Consider it a peace offering. Maybe you’ll give me a little bit of a chance if I don’t let you get cranky today.”

She looked like she was considering my words, but wasn’t happy about them. She finally nodded, just once, and gestured for me to sit in one of the guest chairs.

She dug into the bag and smiled when she opened her burger. She took a big bite, groaning and closing her eyes.

It was impossible not to think about sex when I was around her. The woman was a walking, talking, groaning sex dream.

And she was off limits because she was my boss.

Coming December 26

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