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Finally, chapter one

November 4, 2021 by Mary

Welcome to Vermont. Those three simple words shouldn’t have been enough to make every cell in Liam Johnson’s body tense up, but they were. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and everything in him screamed to turn around. But that wasn’t an option. Not when a woman’s life was on the line. 

His childhood wasn’t horrible, but he promised himself years ago that he’d never return to the minuscule town he called home for eighteen years. A town that was rundown and worn out long before he was born and had no chance of being more than a passthrough on the way to Canada. 

But that was exactly where Liam was headed. Back to East Charlottesville. Back to his past. Back to all the memories of why he wanted to get out of there in the first place. 

Liam, English to his friends and teammates, took the next turn into the parking lot of the makeshift welcome center. It was almost three o’clock, and even though he wasn’t far from his destination, he needed to stretch his legs. 

He parked far from the entrance to the old home that was used as a welcome center and walked out onto the grass. He looked back at the cars drifting by on the small road that wound through Lake Champlain between New York and Vermont. The lake was always a fantasy vacation spot. The kind of place his handful of classmates with money would go. English had never been there, and driving through on his way into Vermont was not as appealing as he’d hoped it would be. Nothing about being back in Vermont was appealing. 

English kept walking until he could almost pretend the occasional traffic was the soothing hum of a computer instead of the irritating buzz of vehicles. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. He held it, then let it out slowly, willing the tension to leave his body. Each breath soothed the rattled parts inside him. Until his phone buzzed. 

“Yeah.” 

“Are you almost there?” Dex. English’s roommate. Soon to be former roommate once he officially moved in with his girlfriend. And English’s friend. 

“About an hour to go. Maybe a little less.” 

“You doing okay?” 

English nodded to himself, hoping the action helped his words to be more believable. “I’m good.” 

“I should have gone with you.” 

“I’m a big boy,” English said. He was the baby of the group, the one the rest of them treated like a kid brother half the time. He was smart and capable, but he was also young and they acted like he couldn’t be on his own. 

“That’s not why and you know it.” 

The sympathy in Dex’s voice said it all. He knew English didn’t want to go home. Each of the men on their team had their demons, and because of that, they all understood each other’s. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“And you’ll call if you’re not.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Yeah.” 

“You don’t owe anyone anything,” Dex said, his voice softer, like he was speaking to a child instead of a grown ass thirty-three year old man. 

“It’s a job. That’s all. I’ll be there for a few days and head home. They can’t get into my head in a week.” 

“You and I both know that isn’t true.” 

English sighed. It wasn’t, but he wanted to believe it. His parents were good people, not monsters, but they never supported his choices and weren’t shy about letting him know that. His dad wanted him to go to work at the factory in town when he finished high school. Hell, he wanted him to work there before he finished high school. That was the way of life in East Charlottesville. Finish high school, get a job at the factory, marry a local, have kids, rinse and repeat. 

English never wanted that life. He knew it for as long as he could remember. But he also knew he couldn’t tell his parents until he had another plan in place. Not that it mattered. They were still angry. 

“Have you learned anything new about this woman?” English asked. He needed a subject change. And to get his game face on. 

“Nothing. We’ve gone through the basics you found, but there hasn’t been much of anything on her. She worked at a church, but I think you know that. She was also a waitress. Lived alone, no family. The friend who reported her missing said it’s not like her to go so long without contact. Her bosses said they’ve had others do this and they usually send in an address to mail their last check. Local PD doesn’t seem concerned. No forced entry at her place, nothing out of place. Her car is gone, so the assumption is she left town and didn’t want to tell anyone.” 

“Anything on the friend?” 

“Nah. She looks clean. No flags.” 

“Is she a local?” 

“Yeah, her name is—” 

English waited. His team just got a new case that was taking all of them. He should be there to help, but instead, he was looking into the missing person case. “Dex?” 

“Sorry, man. Meeting. We’ll talk later.” 

“Yeah.” English stared at his phone as it went dark. He was alone. His team was swamped, and English was on his own to find Jeanine Waterford. And face his past. 

It wouldn’t have made sense to bring anyone else. Going in alone under the cover of his parents’ party was easy. He knew the town, and he knew anyone else would draw attention. If he was going to get any answers, he needed to draw as little attention to himself as possible. 

It was a good thing English was a pro at being invisible. 

* * *

The closer English got to his hometown, the more he wanted to turn the SUV around and go home. He pulled over to the side of the road a few times just so he could close his eyes and breathe, but he kept going. There was a missing woman, and English didn’t turn his back on people in need. 

He finally reached the edge of town. The stop sign in the middle of nowhere was out of place, but so was everything else there. Going straight would send him into the heart of East Charlottesville. A right would take him to his parents’ house. A left would send him past the high school and the old factory. None of them were appealing. 

If he was only there for the job, English knew the left would make the most sense. Get a feel for the area and see the entire town. He flipped his blinker and made the turn. He wasn’t the same kid he was when he left more than fifteen years ago. He was successful and strong. It was likely he wouldn’t be recognized by anyone because he’d changed so much. And— 

“Fuck me,” English mumbled. 

The old factory sat to his left, a gleaming beacon on the hill. The sign at the road proclaimed it was now West Textiles. The colorful metal and stone declaration said the new owners took tremendous pride in the factory, and the shiny exterior said that extended to the facility itself. 

English took a left, curiosity getting the better of him. He had a vague recollection of his parents mentioning the factory was bought years ago, but he put it out of his head, assuming it didn’t mean much. The look of the place said that assumption was wrong. 

English drove down the long driveway to the parking lot, passing signs celebrating ten years in business. At four-thirty on a Friday, there were a lot of people leaving. All of them smiling. 

He got a few curious looks, and some narrowed gazes, as he drove through the lot, pretending to be looking for a spot. His brand new Lincoln SUV stood out against the trucks and cars and SUVs that, in many cases, were older than him. 

English swung back out of the lot and onto the main road. The factory was the biggest employer in town, but it had never been well maintained. The pay was not great, and the working conditions weren’t any better. But the new look of the place made English wonder if the rest of the town had gotten the same facelift. If the owners had enough money to clean, paint, and spit-shine the factory, it meant more money would be going into the town to do the same to the old buildings there. 

Before the thought could fully form, English came up on the high school. The old brick building had green stains from years of skipped pressure washings. The parking lot boasted potholes and cracks that could swallow a small child. Lines were nonexistent on both the parking lot and the athletic fields just past the small school. Kids ran around on the football field and jogged the worn path that served as a track. Just like he remembered. 

The factory and the school sitting so close together and looking so different was jarring. Nothing in East Charlottesville was ever fancy like the factory. Nothing. But that wealth clearly didn’t translate to the rest of the town. 

English kept driving, down the center of town on C Drive. The old movie theater still stood, with a marquee sign telling him the movie playing was six months old. The diner on the corner hadn’t changed. The small shops were open, but the faded and cracked paint on the storefront picture windows told English nothing had been taken care of in East Charlottesville. 

He reached the end of C Drive and made his left to head toward his parents’ house. He was almost there when he thought about Jeanine Waterford. She worked at the diner, but she also worked at the church. English took a quick left and headed toward the border where the church sat. 

Holy Trinity Christian Church was one of the oldest churches in the country. It sat on the border of Vermont and Quebec and offered access to both the US and Canada without documentation. A line down the center told visitors where the border was, letting people wander in and out of each country at will. It was only when someone left that they had to show the ticket they received on entry to make sure they went back to the country they entered from. 

English parked in the lot and went into the church. A small chapel was holding an afternoon service, but the gift shop and museum were open. Jeanine Waterford worked in the gift shop. 

Trinkets sat on shelves next to religious souvenirs. The place was a popular tourist attraction, as much as anything in East Charlottesville could be. The bored-looking woman behind the register chewed gum and watched her phone while English wandered aimlessly. He picked up a postcard with the church on it and a visor clip for his SUV and carried them to the register. 

“Did you find everything you needed?” the cashier asked, barely looking away from her phone as she reached for his items. 

“I did. I was wondering if Jeanine is working today?” 

The woman shook her head, still ignoring him. “Nope. Hasn’t been here in a week or so. She quit.” 

“Really? She told you that?” 

“No, but that’s what happens. People work here for a few years, sometimes less, then realize this job sucks, this town sucks, and life sucks, so they get out before they lose their minds.” The woman looked up at him, vehemence in her eyes. “That or they go crazy.” 

“Crazy?” English asked. He didn’t know what this woman meant. She was younger than him, mid-twenties at the oldest. He didn’t know many women that age, but her clear hatred for her job surprised him. 

She shrugged. “There was one woman who worked here like, forever ago. She was crazy. Kept saying she saw people who weren’t there. Or things that weren’t there.” 

“Like what?” 

She shrugged again, her voice fading back to boredom. “I don’t know. I never met her. All I know is I’m not sticking around here long enough to lose my mind. I’m going to New York City to be a star.” 

English resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Congratulations.” 

She flashed him her first genuine smile and bagged his items. He handed her cash and stuffed his change in the bag with his purchase. On his way out, he took note of all the places someone could hide, or could hide something, before he left. 

He got in his SUV and sent Dex a text to look into the church and former employees, especially one who went crazy. Dex texted back that he’d report when he had something. 

English put his phone back in his pocket and accepted that he couldn’t stall any longer. His parents’ party was at seven, and it was getting close to five after his detour through town. If he knew his parents, they were going to want to be at the party by six, which meant he needed to clean up fast. 

He parked in front of the house he grew up in and turned off the SUV. The yard was trimmed neatly, but the beds around the house were overgrown. The paint on the siding was chipped and peeling. The roof was missing a few shingles. Gauzy white curtains fluttered in the windows, showcasing the lack of air conditioning no matter how warm it was outside for early September. 

English grabbed his duffle from the front seat and stepped out. He closed the door and locked the vehicle out of habit. He was halfway to the front door when it opened to his mom drying her hands on a dishtowel. 

“Oh, my God, Liam? Is that you?” 

“Hi, Mom.” 

“William! Liam is here!” 

“Liam?” 

His mom waved English closer, holding the door open while he closed the distance between them. She was in a blue dress he had seen her in before with a white apron around her waist. Her hair was up in her signature bun at the base of her neck with gray streaks throughout. English made it to her and leaned down to hug his mother, inhaling her pencil shavings and freshly baked bread scent. 

“Hi, Mom.” 

“Oh, Liam, I’m so happy you’re here. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” 

English chuckled. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise visit.” 

“This is the best surprise ever.” 

“I was hoping. It’s been a long time since I’ve been home.” 

“Too long,” his dad said from behind them. “Your mother’s been upset.” 

“Sorry. I should have visited. You guys can come to Niagara Falls sometime. I think you’d like it.” 

“You know we aren’t city people,” his mom said quickly. 

“Yeah, but it’s beautiful there.” 

“Can’t beat here,” his dad said roughly. It was the same old argument. Everything a person ever needed was right there in East Charlottesville. Why would anyone ever want to leave? 

English simply nodded, not engaging with his dad. He knew it wouldn’t end well since neither of them would change their minds. It wasn’t worth the fight. 

“Good to see you, Dad.” 

“You’re gaining weight. Sitting in front of that computer all the time isn’t good for you. Don’t you know sitting is the new smoking?” 

English almost laughed at his father’s words. Sure, English knew it, but he was surprised his father knew the latest medical advice doctors were sharing. English agreed with it, but that was why he made sure to get in a run every day, lifted weights, and used the punching bag in the office. He was not hurting for exercise. And he hadn’t gained weight since he left the military. 

“I’ll be careful,” English told his dad, knowing it wouldn’t silence him but was the best he could do. 

“If you’d have come to work at the factory, you’d be using your hands and would be on your feet all day. You wouldn’t have a chance to get fat.” 

English resisted the urge to show his father the six-pack under his shirt and simply nodded. “Is it okay if I stay here while I’m in town?” 

His father grunted, but his mother was quick to pull him inside and agree. “We wouldn’t have it any other way. Would we, William?” 

His dad grunted again and stepped back to let English pass. “We’re leaving in twenty minutes.” 

“I’ll be ready. I’m going to take a quick shower and get changed.” English didn’t wait for a reply before he headed down the short hallway toward the bedrooms. His parents’ room was at the end of the hall with a private bathroom. His room was to the left with a full bathroom on the opposite side. 

English put his stuff in his room and groaned internally at how little had changed. His science awards and movie posters still decorated his room. The space themed bedding he picked out when he was nine covered the bed. The same thin curtains that were in the front of the house covered the closed windows in his stuffy bedroom. He was already suffocating. But he had a job to do. 

English grabbed the clothes he packed for the party and went across the hall. He showered quickly, getting out in less than five minutes. He dressed in the clean clothes and grabbed his dirty ones. He put his phone, keys, and wallet into his pockets, then went back across the hall to drop off his clothes and grab his boots. 

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes since he walked into the house, but his parents were at the front door waiting for him anyway. His dad made a point of looking at his watch when English walked out. “Glad you could join us.” 

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” English replied, his tone just as frustrated as his dad’s. 

“That giant vehicle you parked in the driveway is blocking me in.” 

“I thought the truck was yours.” 

“It is, but since there are three of us now, we need to take your mother’s car.” 

“Why don’t I drive?” 

“That big, fancy thing?” The disdain was more than clear in his tone. He wasn’t getting in English’s brand new Lincoln if his life depended on it. 

“I’ll park it on the street.” 

His dad shook his head and mumbled something about being late to their own party when English walked by. He backed his SUV out and parked in front of the house. His dad backed out right behind him and barely stopped long enough for English to fold himself into the backseat. 

“Everyone is going to be so happy to see you, Liam. They’ve all missed you.” 

“It’ll be good to see everyone,” English lied. “Hey, speaking of missing, I read about a woman who went missing last week. Jeanine Waterford. Did you know her?” 

His mother shook her head. “Jeanine was a little bit of a wild one. She probably took off with someone driving through town.” 

“Without telling anyone?” 

“She wasn’t really a part of this town. She didn’t work at the school or the factory,” his mom said. For a town of less than a thousand people, it amazed English that there were still classes. If you worked at the school or the factory, you were part of the in-crowd. If you didn’t, you might as well not exist. 

“I heard she worked at the church. I stopped by there on my way into—” 

“That woman skipping town is nothing you need to concern yourself with, Liam. She was nobody, and there ain’t nobody looking for her. The town’s better off without a woman like her trying to get half the married men into trouble.” 

Well, that was something he hadn’t read about the woman online. And it just gave him a pool of subjects. All the married people in town. 

Available November 16

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Introducing Ample & Alluring

August 1, 2017 by Mary

I can’t believe we’re almost to the end of this series. It’s very bittersweet for me. The sweet side is I can’t wait for you to read this last book, and I’m really looking forward to what comes next. The bitter side is I don’t want to say goodbye!

But today is a day to celebrate! Ample & Alluring will be here before we know it! You’ve probably already seen the cover, but just in case you haven’t…

What do you think? I love it! I’ve never written a Christmas book before and am so excited to write my first to end the Big & Beautiful series. Are you ready for it?

Ample & Alluring

His determination is as ample as the snow. Her beauty is as alluring as Christmas.

Peyton Prescott has always turned to her work. It’s her happy place, where she’s most comfortable and knows exactly what to do. She helps couples get pregnant, and she’s damn good at it.

But it’s not everything.

Mayor Wyatt Ramsey is a friend. A friend of a friend really. But when he finds out Peyton has always hated Christmas, he decides it’s his job to make her see the beauty of the season that only brings loneliness for Peyton.

As the two of them get to know each other, neither can deny their attraction. What starts as an innocent friendship quickly becomes something Peyton doesn’t want to walk away from. But what happens if she becomes exactly what she never wanted to be?

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Fluffy & Fabulous Cover Reveal

March 22, 2016 by Mary

BB 8 Cover 1

I loved Charlie the moment Mandy met her way back in Chubby & Charming. I knew her story was going to be a fun one to write. Charlie was such a good friend, but she never had any luck in love. Finding the right guy for her was quite a task, but I think you’ll love Max!

Charlie, owner of thriving bakery, Bite Me!, is thrown for a loop when her home and business are knocked out from under her. With the new owner of her building not willing to renew leases, Charlie has to find a new place for Bite Me! and a new place to live. Crashing with a friend isn’t an option since all her friends are hopelessly in love, so Charlie is on her own.

When Max shows up at her bakery door in the early morning hours, Charlie wants to ignore the knock on the door. After all, she wasn’t open and had no idea who the guy on the other side of the glass was. But she takes a chance and lets Max in, giving him a cup of coffee and muffins that she knows will make him come back for more.

Charlie, ever the romantic, daydreams about when Max will return, how he’ll declare his love for her and they’ll fall madly in love. But things never work out the way we hope they will.

Follow Charlie as she finally gets her own happily ever after, if she can navigate the twists and turns of relocation, competition, and love all at the same time.

Excerpt from Fluffy & Fabulous

He disappeared through the front door and I wondered what the hell had happened. Lost in my confusion I didn’t notice Riley and Mandy watching me until Riley exclaimed, “Holy shit, he’s so into you!”

“Who? Max? No. He’s just a nice guy. He started coming in last week.”

Riley and Mandy exchanged looks, looks that told me they thought I was being dense again.

“If he was any hotter for you he would have left a fire trail,” Mandy added.

“You guys are so full of it. Guys don’t look at me like that. He just likes my cupcakes.”

“Yeah he does,” Riley laughed. Mandy joined in her laughter at my expense and I just rolled my eyes at them. I wiped down the spotless counter to give me something to do. Yeah, I hoped they were right, Max was hot with a capital H, but he was way out of my league. I wanted to read into his continued appreciation of my baking, but I just couldn’t. Guys like him didn’t like women like me.

Well, except the guys who liked my friends.

I pushed aside my friends’ insistence and focused on what I needed to get done the rest of the day. Or at least I tried. My mind kept drifting through scenes of Max, pinning me against the display case, leaning into me to kiss me, feeling his hands on my body.

Nope. That wouldn’t happen. His beautiful hands wouldn’t go over my lumpy business. They’d never come any closer than the brief touches we exchanged when I handed over his chocolate chip muffins, cupcake, coffee, and change each morning.

Connor came back to Riley’s side as his friend walked out the front door. He leaned down and planted a kiss square on her lips. He lingered just a little longer than most men would, making sure she knew he only had eyes for her. Disappointment and jealousy ripped through me, emotions I hated feeling, especially toward one of my best friends.

“Connor, settle a bet for us. Riley and I think that guy who just left had the hots for Charlie but she said we’re nuts. What do you think?” Mandy asked. Her pregnant belly stretched out to the counter in front of her, as plump and perfect as one of my cupcakes.

“What guy?” Connor asked, looking toward the front door of my shop. Triumph and disappointment coursed through me for a second. Then Connor said, “Oh, you mean the guy who left his cock in her back pocket? Yeah, I’m pretty sure snowplow man has the hots for you Charles.”

I stuck my tongue out at him. I hated being wrong, but more than that I hated that my friends had just changed my relationship with Max. We’d had an easy, fun thing going on. There wasn’t ever any pressure, but all of a sudden I couldn’t breathe thinking about what I would say to him the next morning. Shit, why did they do that to me?

Filed Under: Big & Beautiful series, Cover Reveal, Teaser Tuesday Tagged With: Fluffy & Fabulous

Husky & Hot Cover Reveal

March 1, 2016 by Mary

BB 7 Cover 1

Husky & Hot is by far the steamiest book I’ve ever written. It was a ton of fun though. Carrie and Drew (yes, Xander’s friend, Drew) burn up the pages in this story of heartbreak, going for your dreams, and finding out who’s really there for you when your world falls apart.

Carrie has only ever wanted to be a mom. She went to college, hoping to find the man of her dreams, and majored in business, just to have something to do. Now, years out of college, Carrie is still single, still childless, and still working a job she despises.

In one night her whole life seems to change. She hooks up with a guy at a party, a guy who isn’t at all who he seemed. Then Carrie gets a new job, one that gets her away from Beth the Bitch, the boss she hates. But when the guy and the job collide, Carrie doesn’t know if she can handle it all, or if it’s bringing her closer to what she’s always wanted or pushing her away.

Excerpt from Husky & Hot

Then I saw him across the room. It’s so cliche to say the world stopped, but… no, it didn’t stop. But I did. He was gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, stubbled jaw, tequila colored eyes… yep, I was sunk. His broad shoulders and trim waist were enough to get my attention, but when I saw the tattoos covering his exposed forearm I nearly drooled.

I was a sucker for tattooed men.

His forearm was completely covered with colors. From my distance I couldn’t make out what any of the tattoos were, but it was hot.

His black dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows and looked amazing with his khakis. I wanted to peel that shirt off and see how many more tattoos he had. It was absolutely ridiculous.

Then I saw him watching me. Busted. I smiled and raised my glass to him, not remotely worried about the hot guy catching me checking him out. I turned back to the party and tried to look interested in the conversation around me. Damn, where was Riley, or Charlie, or Sam, shit anyone.

I weaved through the crowd, looking for someone to talk to. Instead I ended up near the edge of the room again. The bar was close so I downed the rest of my drink and headed that way.

“Are you having fun?” a smooth voice asked from directly behind me when I was in line at the bar. He was close enough that I could feel his heat through the thin fabric of my tank top. Without looking I knew it was the hottie from across the room.

“I know a few things that could make it… more fun,” I teased, looking over my shoulder.

I wasn’t a fool. If he came over to hit on me, he liked some of what he saw. I was a size 20, nowhere near skinny, but my skirt accentuated my assets and he was obviously an ass man. I had plenty of ass to spare, but my curves were relatively well balanced for being as big as I was.

Not that I minded my size. I loved being a bit husky. It meant men couldn’t push me around, literally and figuratively, as much. When I stood my ground I was an oak tree, not a toothpick swaying in the breeze.

“Maybe we should find someplace a little quieter so we can explore those options,” he whispered, his breath tickling my cheek.

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Plump & Pretty Cover Reveal

February 9, 2016 by Mary

BB 6 Cover 1

Riley is a quiet woman. She likes to read, hides behind her books. She doesn’t date much and thinks no one would be interested in the quiet, plump girl with her nose in a book.

Connor was the high school hottie. Riley knew of him, but never knew him. So when he approaches her at a wedding she’s baffled that he knows she exists let alone knows her name.

When everything Riley’s ever wanted seems almost within her reach she starts to wonder if it’s possible, or if it was just a dream all along.

Excerpt from Plump & Pretty

My reaction to him was instant and undesirable. I didn’t want to want him still. It’d been almost twelve years since I’d seen him, but he was as gorgeous as he’d been back in high school, maybe even hotter. His chest was bigger, wider with his shoulders. His waist narrowed in a way I could only dream about. His hands, always my weakness with men, were thick and strong. I knew he was 6’4”, one of the many statistics I’d memorized about him. His blue dress pants and white shirt could have been cut from the finest of fabrics, but only being on his body made them look that good. Hell, even his skinny tie, that perfectly matched his pants, helped make him look hotter. I kept looking up and saw his blue eyes blazing with a fire I’d never seen directed at me before. A small smile quirked the edge of his mouth, making me realize I was staring at him.

And in turn my friends were staring at me.

Shit.

“Who’s Connor Lee?” Carrie asked, her eyes bouncing between us like she was watching a tennis match. The question in her gaze told me she was trying to decide if he was off limits, and if he was worth her time.

I shook my head and broke away from his gaze. He wasn’t looking at me, he couldn’t have been. I didn’t want to look behind me to find the thin, gorgeous woman he’d been smiling at. After all, Connor Lee didn’t know who I was. There was no reason for him to be looking at me.

Except for that whole staring at him thing.

“Connor Lee is just someone I went to high school with. Mr. Popular, dated the prettiest girls, had all the cool parties, you know the type.”

Lexi and Carrie nodded. “The hottest guy in school that every girl dreamed would walk up to her one day and kiss her. So what’s your history with him?”

I scoffed. “My history? Non-existent. He didn’t even know I existed in high school. He was a year ahead of me, but his senior year he dated a girl in my homeroom. Her locker was next to mine so I saw them making out all the time, but he never saw me.”

Carrie narrowed her eyes in his direction as though looking at him would tell her if he was a jerk. Of course, knowing Carrie, she might actually be able to read something on his skin that told her the truth. As for me though, I wasn’t going to even glance in his direction again. Connor Lee was as far out of my league as you could get. There was no reason to even care that he was at the wedding. It didn’t matter.

“He’s still looking over here,” Lexi stated as though it would make a difference.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s probably checking out someone behind us. Or maybe he thinks I look vaguely familiar and is trying to imagine me 100 pounds lighter, when he’d actually have given me a second glance. Let’s go to the reception.”

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Echoes of the Past Cover Reveal

January 7, 2016 by Mary

ECHOES OF THE PAST by Iris Blobel is set to release on February 16th from Limitless Publishing! Redbird Designs created the beautiful cover to this New Adult Contemporary novel.
::: SYNOPSIS ::::
Emily Bradshaw waited over twenty years to see Connor again…
When her childhood friend, Connor Walsh, returns home to see his ailing father, Emily is elated to be reunited with the handsome man who moved to London so many years ago. But excitement fades to disappointment when he doesn’t remember her—or their first kiss. With her crush on Connor still in full swing, she’s determined to enjoy the short time he’s in Fermosa Bay, even though she knows her heart will break when he returns to his life in London.
When Connor receives news that his biological father is terminally ill, he returns to Fermosa Bay, Australia. 
With memories of his childhood tucked fondly in the back of his mind, returning to the small, coastal town leaves him to wonder how life would have been if his mother had never taken him away. Would he have been married and had children? Perhaps with Emily Bradshaw…
Secrets from long ago begin to unfold…
As Connor and his father grow closer, Connor learns his parents have a broken love story of their own. Will the echoes of the past lure him into staying, maybe for good? Or will he relive his parents’ tragic story and flee to London?
Walking away from a real chance at true love…
::: MEET THE AUTHOR :::
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.
Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.
Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
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