I expected to love CONCRETE ROSE the minute I started the book. After all, I was already a fan of Angie Thomas‘s earlier books. I picked up her debut book THE HATE U GIVE for a long flight and was soon transfixed. I listened nearly nonstop until I got to the last words. Narrator Bahni…
I have now held my new modern love story in my hands. The paperback edition went in to production last Monday and I quickly ordered mine. But I wasn’t as quick as my daughter who already has received hers. She rushed over to my house with a copy for me to see. And to sign.…
The paperback edition was issued March 14. Chef Henri would have baked pie to celebrate! You can order the book directly from the publisher, Champagne Book Group, or from Amazon. Or from your favorite bookseller—ask for it by name.
Give me horses any day. Ranches and towns in the middle of the great western landscape. A beautiful, strong woman. And a sexy, gorgeous outsider to fall in love with.
Then have Beverly Jenkins write it.
This little holiday gem, GLORIA by Jessica Lynch, came to me via romance writers’ fundraiser for the Georgia elections, Romancing the Runoff.
I’ll admit I chose the book for its cover. Pretty, isn’t it? Besides, it was just what I wanted for lazy winter reading, a sweet romance set at the holidays.
Hanna sipped her water and sighed. “I, for one, am looking forward to 2021. Have you made your new year’s resolution yet?”
Pyotr took my hand and we walked slowly back to our shelf to witness the family’s holiday. At the dining room doorway, he stopped and looked up.
“Do you know what that is?” he asked.
All I could see was a sprig of greenery with a red bow. “Holly? Ivy?”
“No, it’s mistletoe.”
The room glowed brighter as music filled the air. I could feel the excitement growing in the room from the music, our being together and knowing that it was Christmas Eve, the night when the real angels sang out the news for the very first time. I could hardly breathe.
Choir of Angels: Part III It was just as well when the pretty angel rebuffed my attempt at small talk. Ernst and I had gotten out of the habit of conversation. And when was the last time I talked to a girl? For that matter, this was the very first time I’d ever even imagined…
“Why, little lamb, you’re right. There’s a giant tree right there, covered in bows and balls and lights.”