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Release Blitz: Shattered Dreams by Rebecca Barber, Genre: Women’s Fiction is Available Now!



Title: Shattered Dreams
Author: Rebecca Barber
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: November 10, 2019
They say first comes love.
Second comes marriage.
Third comes…
What happens when the third doesn’t come?
The day I married the love of my life I was certain it would
be forever, right up until it wasn’t.
Now I’m sitting on a plane running away from everything
that’s gone wrong in my life.
When it comes to love, nothing is simple… not even a
happily ever after. 


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Author Bio
Rebecca is a clumsy, introverted, bubble bath loving,
chocoholic who’d rather read a book than go shopping. And don’t even mention
shoe shopping!
Rebecca is a lucky girl – one of four kids to school teacher parents. Wife to a
football obsessed husband. Mother to a fur-baby who has no idea how big he is.
Aunt to the most crazy/adorable little girls. And sister to two very determined
sisters and one easy going brother.

Rebecca lives in Canberra Australia and spends way too many hours a day working
the day job.

She is a book whore who can easily (and happily) read a book from start to
finish in one sitting and spends her spare time writing.  


Release Blitz: Changing Dreams (Bear Lake Dreamers #1) by Kirsten Osbourne, Genre: Women’s Fiction, is Available Now!



Title: Changing Dreams
Series: Bear Lake Dreamers #1
Author: Kirsten Osbourne
Genre: Women’s Fiction

Release Date: August 2, 2019


Alyssa Romriell’s life is spiraling out of control. Her real
estate career is going well, but her love life is a nightmare. Something needs
to change—but what? After the death of her parents, she and her sisters decide
to convert the lake house—a place filled with so many cherished childhood
memories—into a bed and breakfast. Her new home is torn up, and she needs to
get re-licensed in her new state, but as she becomes reacquainted with the town
and all the people there, her dreams shift. With her sisters at her side, she
forges her way into a new enterprise, rediscovering the woman she’d lost all
those years ago—and finds love in the most unexpected place. Come and visit the
Romriell sisters at Bear Lake and see how their beautiful B&B becomes the
heart of their family.


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Author Bio
KIRSTEN OSBOURNE hails from the state of Wisconsin, but
has lived in Texas for almost thirty years. She is a mother, a writer, and a
wife. Married to the love of her life for over fifteen years, she knows that
true love exists and wants to share her vision of love with the world. Writing
is something she has always loved and plans on doing for a long time into the
future. Kirsten Osbourne writes contemporary romance as well as historical. She
invites you to join her in her world of fantasy and make believe where there is
always a happily ever after at the end.


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Release Boost: All For You (Beautiful You #1) by Belle Brooks, Women’s Fiction is Available Now!


Title: All for You

Series: Beautiful You #1

Author: Belle Brooks
Genre: Women’s Fiction

Release Date: July 28, 2019

“I will breathe for you.”
people’s bodies are built to run marathons. Others to lift and labour. And some
are made so graceful their footsteps are barely heard.

My body was built to be a vessel. It was always built for you. 

Maybelline Connors knows stars are not always as faultless as they appear.
She knows life is not permanently concreted into its foundations, and love can
last a lifetime … even when a lifetime is shorter than one hoped.

May has
only one thing left to fight for: her baby. And when the man you love’s heart
is breaking, it can be hard to find the beauty in those stars you once adored.
With life
there is love … and with love there will always be life.


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There is no breeze when my stiletto hits the footpath. The air is stale and lifeless. Like me. I slip each foot out of my shoes and hang them from my fingertips. The path is scorching against the flesh of my soles. I’m not sure why I do it—it could be because the path is far too hot for my skin to bear, or it could be because this is a natural act for me, but I run. I run flat out. Running has always alleviated my tension—it’s probably why I started training for this stupid half-marathon in the first place. My handbag slaps at my sides as my feet pound against the tar. Running usually supplies contentment in my life, but right now I feel numb. There is no contentment—no nothing. Maybe if I run far enough away then I won’t have cancer anymore.



Darting in front of a car, I inhale harshly as I wave my apologies before entering a children’s playground on the opposite corner to the medical centre. Children swing freely. The sound of innocent laughter fills the air. The green grass instantly cushions my boiling feet. I stare at its brilliant colouration when my head drops and my hands grasp my knees.


“It’s okay. Breathe,” I tell myself, trying to slow each breath.
Without warning the grass slowly fades to a haunting grey. I flick my head upwards and my body follows suit. The swings bearing the weight of small children suddenly morph into aged tombstones. This once beautiful playground becomes ugly, as I see only an eerie cemetery. I try to escape the sudden changes, and step forward. My lungs seize, causing me to cough hard, and I gasp. I attempt to inhale air, but it’s not entering my body like it should. A stampeding herd pummels my chest, buckling my torso over, folding me in half once more.
“Breathe, May,” I whisper, right before my legs give way. I fall heavily upon my knees as salty tears flow steadily from my disbelieving eyes. Finally, I draw a needy mouthful of air only to release it again in an injured howl.
Please don’t take my life.


Author Bio
Belle Brooks is the International bestselling author of eight
novels and multiple novellas. She lives out in the country of Queensland with
her incredibly tolerant and crazy family. She writes contemporary romance,
romantic comedy and contemporary women’s fiction ranging from young adult to
adult audiences. She also writes crime and psychological thrillers.
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Available Now! ~ The Favored Wife by AmyPennza, #ContemporaryRomanceWomensfiction


Title: The Favored Wife
Author: Amy Pennza
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Women’s Fiction
Release Date: July 22, 2019
Cover Design: Arijana Karcic, Cover It! Designs
Is it possible to escape polygamy? Find true love? Well-behaved women don’t ask these questions. Not in my world.
My name is Elizabeth Hyde. Actually, no. It’s Grant. In the real world, I’m Elizabeth Grant.
My husband’s name is Hyde, and he has three other wives. No one can know that. Obviously.
In the strict religious community I was born into, women have clearly defined roles. They’re homemakers and caregivers. They rear children. But I don’t have any children, which means I have something of a ticket to the outside. Big families need money, and it’s time for me to get a job.
And I’m loving this job. Being a medical assistant might not sound impressive to most people, but it’s a lot more exciting than making dinner for a family of twenty.
I have to admit, the job isn’t the only thing that excites me.
Lately, I’ve been getting close to Evan Adgate, the doctor who runs the medical center. He’s my opposite in every way: funny, smart, wealthy, educated. It’s no wonder the man turns heads. Heaven help me, he turns mine.
But Evan and I can never be together. We can never be anything. No matter how many talks or dinners we have, my secrets will always be a barrier between us. It’s better if we keep things professional.
Now I just have to keep telling myself that.

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Leah caught up to me as I pulled open the door of the truck.
“Elizabeth, wait!”
I threw my purse inside and turned. “What is it?”
Her caramel-colored eyes were pained when she said, “Don’t pay any attention to Dinah, okay?”
I looked back at the house, imagining Dinah glowering at me from her kitchen window. She was probably mad about the breakfast dishes. Normally, that was one of my jobs.
Leah was waiting for a response, so I forced a shrug. “I’m used to it.”
She grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Don’t let those two get to you.” She lowered her voice. “I think she’s going through the change. It’s probably why she keeps bringing the baby thing up.”
I almost laughed out loud. The way Leah said the change made it sound like Dinah had developed bubonic plague. On impulse, I hugged her. “It’s okay, Leah. I promise it doesn’t bother me. Maybe it used to, but not anymore.”
She pulled back, doubt in her face. “Are you sure?”
“Totally sure.” I released her, then climbed in the truck—something that was way easier in pants. Through the windshield, I saw Jackson walking over from Patty’s house. “That’s my ride,” I told Leah.
“Okay. Well, good luck today.” She closed the door, then put her chin against the bottom of the open window. “Just remember, anything is possible with Heavenly Father on your side. Sarah was ninety when she conceived Isaac.”
I gave her a solemn nod. It was a nice Bible story, but something told me Thomas wasn’t willing to wait that long.
But Leah’s expression was so sincere, I forced a smile and said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
She returned the smile, then backed away from the truck and started for her house, waving to Jackson as she went.
He climbed in the cab and slammed the door. “You ready?”
“Yes. What have you been doing?” I leaned away from him. He had huge sweat stains under his armpits, and his face was streaked with dirt.
He swiped an arm across his forehead, then stared down at his plaid shirt sleeve. “Dad had me pouring concrete at four this morning.” He drew himself up and said in a low, measured voice, “Nothing builds character like manning a pump hose, son.”
“I hate to break it to you, but that’s just his way of getting cheap labor.”
Jackson slanted me a skeptical look as he started the truck. “You mean free labor.”
I just shook my head. That definitely sounded like Thomas. He owned one of the most successful construction companies in Jefferson City, and the secret to his success was that he employed mostly family members. Dinah ran the office from home and handled everything from payroll to zoning permits. Leah helped with accounts receivable and general bookkeeping tasks. At some point, all the boys in the family had worked various jobs—for little or no pay.
“So how’d you talk him into letting you take this job, anyway?” Jackson asked as we drove down the long gravel driveway away from the houses.
“It was Dinah’s idea. She said times are tight, so it made sense for me to work.” What she really said was that it made sense for me to work since I didn’t have any children to care for, and that I should at least cover my room and board so I wasn’t a burden on the family.
Jackson didn’t need to know that, though. It was too embarrassing.
He turned the truck onto the main road leading out of town. We passed a few groups of boys walking along the sidewalk, probably on their way to work detail.
Jackson drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “It doesn’t add up,” he said suddenly.
I looked at him. “What doesn’t?”
“What Dinah said about times being tight. I’ve seen what Dad makes, and there is no way he’s hurting for money.”
“Well, he has to tithe. A lot of it goes to the faith.”
He shrugged. “I guess. Not that they’re doing anything productive with it,” he said, nodding to the old school building. At one time, the town had operated a small public school, but the state shut it down after some sort of audit claimed too many kids were being passed through grades despite missing months of school at a time. Families had gone back to homeschooling, and the building had fallen into disrepair.
We passed the town center with its small grocery store and town hall. Jackson slowed the truck to a crawl, glanced left and right, then rolled through a stop sign without stopping.
“Hey!” I exclaimed.
He glanced at me. “Do you want to be late on your first day? Besides, that’s Theron and Bragg.” He jutted his chin toward a white extended-cab truck idling near the intersection.
I squinted at the truck’s dark windows but could only make out two shadowy figures in the front seat. “Since when are they working security?”
He gave a humorless laugh. “Since they went crying to their mom about being given shitty jobs. Now they’re living the dream.”
I wanted to scold him for swearing, but I heard the pain and confusion under his bravado. It was an open secret in the family that Thomas favored Dinah’s children over all the others—a situation that had only grown worse since her oldest son, Thomas’s namesake, had been excommunicated and forced out of the community. The night he left was the only time I ever heard Dinah raise her voice to Thomas. She’d begged and pleaded with him to intercede on their son’s behalf, but he stalked from the house and slammed the door, leaving her sobbing on the kitchen floor.
Thinking to comfort her, I’d crept downstairs and placed my hand on her shoulder, only to jump back when she jerked away.
“I don’t need pity from you,” she spat.
“It’s not pity, Dinah. I just—”
“What? Come to gloat?” She glared at me with such malice, I stumbled back a step.
Then she stood and smoothed her skirt. She squared her shoulders, the broken, weeping woman of seconds before replaced by the cool, dominant head wife. “Go back upstairs,” she said. When I turned to go, she added, “And remember, he might want you in his bed, but I’ve borne his children.”
The white truck grew smaller in my side mirror as we drove out of town.
Jackson gripped the steering wheel with tight fingers. I didn’t blame him for being jealous. His half-brothers were driving around in air-conditioned comfort, enjoying power and prestige, while he toiled at construction sites and ferried his father’s wives around.
“Thanks, by the way,” I said.
He looked at me. “For what?”
“For driving me into the city.” I dug in my purse and pulled out my driver’s license. “Even though I’m official now.”
“No kidding?” He leaned over so he could see the picture. “You need that for work or something?” When I nodded, he said, “You gonna start driving yourself into the city now?”
I sighed and tossed the license back into my purse. “I doubt it. Thomas said it’s a waste of resources to leave a car in the city all day.”
“Yeah, I guess. So what will you be doing, taking care of cats or something?” He cast a pointed look at my scrub top.
“Very funny.” I reached over and gave him a playful punch on the arm. “It’s an urgent care center. Like a mini emergency room and doctor’s office all in one. They do drug screenings for employers, too, so I might help with administering those sorts of tests.”
“Sounds cool, Liz.”
I smiled. He was the only one who ever called me that. He’d been just ten when I married Thomas. Back then, my main job had been helping Patty, who homeschooled all the children. She’d been pregnant with her youngest at the time, so I took over her teaching role in that first year. Jackson had Patty’s dark eyes and hair, but he was nothing like her in temperament. He was a jokester and something of a troublemaker, but he was so kind and lovable it was hard to get mad at him.
We drove in companionable silence for a few minutes, then he asked, “Want some music?”
He turned the radio on, filling the cab with Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble.”
He nodded his head to the beat for a second, then glanced at me. “I can change it if you want.”
“It’s okay.”
He shrugged. “Well . . . if you like it.”
I hid a smile. “I don’t mind it.”
“Then I don’t, either.” He gave me a knowing look, a little grin tugging at his mouth.
I lost the battle with my smile and let out a laugh.


After a second, he joined in.
Amy Pennza has been a lawyer, a soldier, and a copywriter. She’s worn combat boots and high heels in the same 24-hour period–and she definitely prefers flip flops. Actually, she prefers going barefoot while writing steamy romances about strong women and alpha men with hearts of gold. After years in Tornado Alley, she now makes her home in the Great Lakes region with her husband, kids, and more baskets than any one person should own. (You can never have enough.)

RELEASE BOOST ~ Title: All the King’s Horses, Series: Katura Chronicles #1, Author: Kim Congram, Genre: Women’s Fiction/Action, Release Date: November 15, 2018 ~ Available Now!


Title: All the King’s Horses

Series: Katura Chronicles #1

Author: Kim Congram
Genre: Women’s Fiction/Action
Release Date: November 15, 2018


There are three ways you become a Monarch
1. Born to it
2. Marry into the family
3. Take it
They stole it
And I had a choice: 
Fall into line, serve our new King, or fight.
My new motto?


It’s only treason if you lose.

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I took one look at the oncoming wall of people and broke the
line. There were too many; we’d be crushed, they’d be injured. It was too
dangerous. Around me, soldiers made similar calls, stepping back, moving out of
the panicked protester’s way. Some tried standing their ground, only to fall
under the first wave. 
“Fall back! Fall back! Let them through!” I ordered, screaming into
my radio. “Fall back! Let them through! Fall back!” 
Some listened, others didn’t. I didn’t know if they could hear me. It was
pandemonium. It was chaos. 
It was war. 
I watched in horror as a soldier, panicked, started beating a woman who’d run
into him with his baton. She desperately tried to push him away, twisting to
avoid him, trying to move towards the exit. She managed one step before his arm
came down cracking her on the head. She went down, landing on the street,
immediately swallowed by the wave of stampeding feet.
“With me!” I screamed, surging through the crowd, eyes on the spot
the woman had gone down. I prayed someone was behind me. I fought against
the people, using my shield as a weapon. I was pushed, shoved, and beaten as I
clawed my way to where she’d fallen. I stepped on her arm. Immediately pulling
my foot back, I looked down. Her face was a bloody mess, her body completely mangled
with blood and bruising. I stepped over her, bracing a foot on either side, the
soldier who’d hit her nowhere to be found. I held my shield up as still more
people streamed through the narrow entrance, eyes panicked, bodies


What the fuck was going on? 


My radio crackled, but I couldn’t hear it over the screaming and thunder of the
crowds. A child tripped beside me. I snapped out a hand, hurling him up,
pushing him behind me. He clung to my leg, whomever he’d been with already lost
in the crowd, pushed along by the surge. 




A soldier appeared beside me. The guy from earlier. 
“Colonel!” he yelled, struggled to be heard over the crowd. He
braced, lacing his arm with mine, crouching we shuffled slightly, moving to
fully cover the woman. The kid kept clinging to me, his small arms and legs now
wrapped completely around my leg. 
“She’s bad,” the guy said as the crowd started to thin. 
“I know.” Her legs looked broken, and she had to have internal
injuries. Her face was a complete mess. 
“She won’t be the only one.” 
His arm flexed around mine, but we didn’t move. We couldn’t. We had to hold, or
we’d all go under. I could see the end of the crowd, the line of soldiers three
deep, followed by a row of trucks. 
“Shit,” the soldier yelled. “This is some dystopian
I grunted, shifting my grip on the shield. “Pray the truck is for
The crowd thinned, light enough I could shift into a crouch, my hand going
immediately to the woman’s neck. 
“Pulse,” I reported. “Weak as shit. She’s bad.” 
“But alive,” he pointed out. “We’ve got to get her
Author Bio
Kim Congram
is a transplant to Australia’s capital, Canberra. Kim loves it for the food,
the weather, the mountains and even the roundabouts.
She is a
part-time writer, full-time worker bee and lover of all things romance. Kim
lives with the hero of her own love story and their dachshund in their house
full of books.
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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Title: Genealogy, Author: Mae Wood, Genre: Women’s Fiction ~ Available Now!



Title: Genealogy
Author: Mae Wood
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: October 25, 2018


Inspired by real, hundred-year-old love letters.My great-grandmother’s name is bold across the cream envelope, now golden at
the seams with age. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen graceful,
purposeful handwriting with a fountain pen and not the hasty scrawl of

Alice Hirshhorn, Astoria Hotel, Seattle Washington.

“Letters to Great-grandma Alice,” I say with wonder, tracing my fingers over the
faded postmark and foreign stamps.

December 1915. Philippine Islands.

I turn the thick envelope in my palm, slide out the tightly folded pages, and
unfold the thin paper, taking care not to tear the letters that were important
enough to keep for a century.

My dearest Alice

“Great-grandpa was in the Philippines?” I ask.

“Oh no. Not your great-grandfather,” answers Grammie, her eyes twinkling with
her mother’s secrets. “Elliott.”


At thirty-three and with her future unclear, Ali Waller finds her way home
again. A box of long-forgotten love letters written to her great-grandmother
holds the unlikely key to Ali finding her new path.

As she tracks down the letter writer and his descendants, Ali learns the magic
of love, hope, and resilience.

Told by three characters, and across century and an ocean, Genealogy is
an enchanting story about love and loss, taking chances, and embracing the
surprises that life brings.

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Author Bio

Mae Wood is a mommy, bookworm, and lawyer (in that order).

A while ago Mae decided that she needed to give up the fear that she couldn’t write “great literature” and write what she wants to read.

And she wants romance. And laughter.

She wants heroines who are brave. Brave enough to be themselves and brave enough to fall in love.

She wants men who are strong and kind.

Mae lives in the Southeastern United States and sets her books in hot and steamy Memphis, Tennessee.

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NEW RELEASE ~ Title: Sisters and Brothers, Author: Fiona Palmer, Genre: Women’s Fiction, Release Date: August 28, 2018  



Title: Sisters and Brothers

Author: Fiona Palmer

Publisher: Hachette Australia

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Release Date: August 28, 2018

A poignant novel of
heartbreak, adoption and a father’s love by beloved bestselling Australian author,
Fiona Palmer

Bill, 72, feels left
behind after the death of his adored wife. He relies heavily on his only
daughter, Sarah.


Sarah, career woman and perfectionist homemaker, struggles to keep up with the
Joneses. As her husband grows distant, she has no support network.
Emma, a down-to-earth nurse and busy mother of three, always dreamed of having
a sister . . . But nothing prepares her for the shock results of a routine
blood test.
Adam, a successful florist, was raised by his mother. As his dreams start to
fall into place, he can’t stop thinking about the father he never had.
Finally, Michelle is trying to build cake-making into a career. But
at 46, has she left her run too late to fall in love, have children and find
her birth parents?
These five very different people – all connected but separated by secrets from
the past – could be facing their futures together. After all, friends will come
and go but sisters and brothers are forever . . .
The new novel of
heartbreak, adoption, family and a father’s love by the Top Ten bestselling
author of Secrets Between Friends, Fiona Palmer.



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‘Come on, kids, move your backsides. I need to be at
work yesterday!’ screamed Emma Noble as she put her phone into the pocket on
her blue nurse’s uniform. The only reply she got was the echo of her voice.
Just when she was about to do her crazy banshee stalk through the house –
that’s what her oldest kid, Josh, called it – one child, her eldest daughter,
appeared in the kitchen.
Maddison, dressed in her white school shirt, a big red
R for Rockingham Senior High School written on her chest, moved slower than a
turtle. She walked past the scattered clothes by the dining table, which
doubled as the clean unfolded laundry pile, her feet shifting fluff and dog hair
across the vinyl floor. Emma could almost hear her vacuum cleaner groan as it
sat in the corner of the room, its contents well past emptying limit. Maddie’s
plain dark shorts looked as if she’d slept in them; no doubt they’d fallen off
the bed where Emma had left her clean, folded clothes. And Emma would bet her
left leg that Maddie hadn’t run a brush through her hair in days, though it
looked passable now scraped up into a loose bun on top of her head. Her
fifteen-year-old daughter was a sloth in every sense. She made a little effort
on school days but at home she lived in her socks and Nike sliders and whatever
clothes she picked up from the floor in her messy room. Emma had told her on
many occasions that there could be white-tailed spiders breeding among the
clothes on her floor, but it didn’t seem to faze the teenager.
Maddie slowly picked up two slices of toast and headed
towards the door without so much as a smile. It was quite possible that Maddie
was still half-asleep. The only proof she was actually alive, besides the fact
she was walking and breathing, was that her phone was in her hand, earphones
wedged in her ears and the tinny sound of music so loud Emma could hear it.
Maddie would need a hearing aid before her thirtieth birthday. The hand that
held her phone had the top loop of her school bag hooked between spare fingers,
and Emma wanted to tell her to stop dragging it across the floor, especially
because her red school jumper was about to fall out, but she knew better than
to waste her breath when Maddie wouldn’t hear her.
Right, that was two kids accounted for, because ten-year old
Max was already waiting in the car. It would be a sad day when he too joined
the moody teenagers that inhabited her house. Emma found an elastic band on the
table and quickly scooped her brown wavy hair up into a ponytail and then
pulled her lip balm from her pocket and coated her lips. They always got dry at
work because she never had time to drink. Being a nurse, there never seemed to
be any time for anything, let alone eating or toilet breaks and especially not
for proper hydration.
‘I’ll drive,’ said Josh as he swept in, grabbed the last
slice of toast and snatched the car keys off the table.
Emma looked up at her son. He was the giant in the family,
towering over her and his father John. He’d make a great basketballer if he
could be bothered, but life at the moment was all about girls and cars.
Emma searched under all the mail, school work, breakfast
leftovers, a shoe and one of Josh’s stinky T-shirts for her hospital
lanyard. Finally she found it in the fruit bowl – a receptacle that never
seemed to hold what it was made for – at the end of the breakfast bar.
Emma picked up Josh’s forgotten bag from the floor, hoping
to Christ that the dog hadn’t got to his lunch again, and headed to the door.
She bent to pick up some of Max’s artwork that had fallen off the fridge and
stuck it back on, holding it in place with a big magnet of an XF Ford Falcon.
The knife lay on the chopping board still covered with butter and Vegemite.
Emma threw it in the sink, already full of last night’s dishes, and cursed
because it was Maddie’s job to stack the dishwasher and it hadn’t been done.
It was hard having John away with his fly-in-fly-out job in
the mines up north. Two weeks home, two weeks away. It was a tough lifestyle to
live, especially when she worked full-time. The house during those two weeks
looked like a shit hole, to use John’s words when he’d come home from his last
Emma grabbed the large black faux-leather bag she got on
sale at Kmart for five dollars and flicked off lights on her way to the door.
‘Ah,’ she said as she spotted their Staffy curled up on the couch. ‘Snake, you
cheeky boy. Outside now.’ His brown eyes shot her evil glances he must have
learned from the kids but he reluctantly slid off the couch and headed for the
back door, his brown tail between his legs. Once he’d gone through Emma locked
the doggie door and ran back to the front.
‘Jesus Christ, why can’t I ever have a simple morning?’ When
she got to the white Prado, Josh was already in the driver’s seat with his
plates up. He smiled a cheesy grin and nodded to the passenger side.
‘No speeding,’ she demanded as she climbed in.
Josh was a good boy; lean and sinewy, and he was the man of
the house while John was away. He’d pick up the kids from school and then come
and fetch Emma from work, or if she had a late shift he’d get takeaway and feed
them all. Some days he hated it, but she tried to even it up by making sure he
had nights off to go out with his friends.
He raked his hand over his long dark fringe, and the little
black earring in his ear glinted as he turned to check his mirrors. On his
inner arm, just above where his school shirt stopped, was a tattoo he’d got a
few months ago on a family holiday to Bali. It was a small anchor and chain
with the word ‘Family’ along its length.
John had a whole arm sleeve, and Emma had the kids’ names on
her wrists, a heart with each one. And on her foot near her ankle she also
had the word ‘Family’ written between an electrocardiogram pattern. A mix
of her two great loves: work and family.
Josh dropped Max off first at the local primary school.
‘Bye, darling, have a good day,’ said Emma getting out to
hug and kiss him. Max had her dark chocolate eyes but John’s blond hair, which
made for a very cute combination. He flicked his head to the side to shift his
hair from his eyes. He’d been asked out by two girls this week.
‘See ya, Mum.’
The next stop was the local high school where the other two
kids piled out and Emma hugged them all before getting behind the wheel. She
couldn’t complain, really; they were hard work at times, but her kids still let
her hug them – even Josh – and they waved goodbye as they walked off down the
school path.
Before she could put the car in gear her phone rang. ‘Hey
Mum, I’m in the car, just dropped off the kids.’ ‘Darling, your dad’s in
Emergency,’ came her mum’s rushed voice through the car speakers. ‘Don’t panic,
he’s okay.’
Her mum Tammy sounded like she should take her own advice,
her voice high pitched and breathless.
‘What the heck happened?’ Emma pulled out into the traffic
and floored it in the direction of the hospital.
‘He was pruning that damn passionfruit vine, and the ladder
tipped and he fell. Landed on his collection of junk . . . Ugh, there was blood
everywhere. I couldn’t move him, so I called the ambo.’
Her mum made a gurgling sound of repulsion. She wasn’t so
good with blood, so growing up Emma had to tend to those situations from a
young age. Probably why she became a nurse.
‘But he’s okay?’ Emma’s pulse began to relax. ‘Are you okay,
‘He needs some stitches and a needle. And I’m fine, now.
Almost passed out. I think I’m getting better at dealing with it.’
Emma stifled a chuckle; she’d been trying for sixty-eight
years. ‘I’ll be there in five, Mum. See you soon.’
After parking at the hospital Emma went straight to her ward
to tell her boss that she needed ten minutes to check on her dad, and then
headed to Emergency. The hospital was where she felt comfortable, its chaos not
far off that in her own home. Sometimes the hospital was much quieter.
Especially when her three kids went down with gastro.
It wasn’t hard to find her dad: she just looked for her mum
pacing outside the powder-blue curtain. Her once-brown hair had greyed and was
now worn short. Her body was still fit and her beauty hadn’t faded over the
years. Her posture was poised, shoulders straight. Emma wished she had her
mum’s natural elegance. In that respect she was more like her dad with his
easygoing nature and the bird tattoos on his arms and hands that had fascinated
her growing up.
‘Oh good, you’re here. They should be nearly done stitching
him up,’ said Tammy.
‘It’s okay,’ said Emma, hugging her. Lavender engulfed her,
the familiar scent of her mum. Tammy was shaking slightly but towards the end
of the hug Emma could feel her mum relax a bit. Touching her hand, Emma stepped
behind the curtain.
Her dad, Steve, was propped up on the bed, looking up at the
ceiling, his face pale beneath his grey beard. Those blue inked tattoos of his,
faded over the years so the outside line seemed blurry, stood out on his hands.
His colour would come back soon.
‘There you go, Mr Noble, all set.’ The doctor leaning over
his leg did a final trim of the stitches and stood up straight with a satisfied
look on his face. ‘Ah, Emma, I wondered how long until you’d be here.’
‘Thanks. Nice job,’ she said to the doctor after having a
quick look at his work. He left as she hugged her dad, drinking in his
scent of wood chips and aftershave, and then reached for his chart on impulse.
‘How’re you feeling, Dad?’
‘Oh, I’m okay. Feeling stupid more than anything.’ His voice
was soft and a little uneven.
He wouldn’t admit it but Emma knew just how much it had
shaken him. She saw it in the eyes of the older folk in here, a feeling
that as they got older they didn’t bounce back like they used to, and the fear
that the hospital was one step closer to the grave. He reached out his hand and
she took it as her mum appeared.
Steve started speaking further about his fall, the nervous
edge lingering in his voice. Emma nodded as she scanned his chart, gently
squeezing his hand in support, until suddenly she cocked her head to the side
and then looked up at her mum. ‘Dad’s blood? Says he’s an O.’
Tammy just blinked.
Her dad cleared his throat. ‘Yes, I am.’ Colour was
starting to flood back into his cheeks. ‘But you’re O as well.’ Emma shot the
words at her mum.
Tammy shrugged her thin shoulders, her soft pink blouse
moving slightly.
‘You can’t be.’ Emma could tell they didn’t see what she was
getting at.
‘I am, last I checked,’ said Tammy. She frowned and moved
closer to hold Steve’s hand.
‘But I’m AB! You can’t get AB from two O parents.’ Emma
suddenly felt faint as her words registered. But she wasn’t the only one who
suddenly put two and two together. Her parents’ heads snapped as they looked at
each other, sharing something like fear that made her stomach churn. She
swallowed hard. Surely not! A shiver cascaded down her body, disbelief and
shock as she tried to put words to her thoughts.
‘Oh my god! Am I adopted?’ It was the only explanation,
unless the chart was wrong. But her parents were being weird. No one was
jumping up to contradict her.
‘Oh my god, I am.’ She dropped the chart to the bed and
staggered back, her hand pulling away from her dad’s. Was he even her dad? His
hand reached out for her, pleading, but no words came to his moving lips. Emma
stopped when her back pressed against the wall. She was cornered like a scared
animal and she couldn’t escape the fear and dread that was settling in her
bones. What had she stumbled upon? Her brain couldn’t think straight, bombarded
with so many options and possibilities, all of which made her feel sick. Her
stomach was tight, her breathing shallow as her hands fisted at her side.
It was Tammy who finally spoke. ‘No, honey, you’re not
adopted. You are my child, and Steve is your dad in every way that matters.’
Tammy’s last words echoed through Emma’s head, leaving a
feeling of time standing still. Suddenly her body demanded she breathe, and she
gasped in a breath. She looked at her parents. Her mum with her deep hazel eyes
and a long nose and round face that Emma had inherited, so everyone said, and
even she could see the resemblance. But her dad? She had dark hair like him,
but his eyes were a greeny brown; but facially there was nothing she could say
she had inherited, though they did have the same sense of humour.
‘What are you not saying, Mum?’ she croaked out. Her heart
raced as she waited for a reply that never came. Pushing again, she said, ‘Is
Dad not my dad?’ Her gaze darted between the two, looking for any indication
that she was right or wrong.
‘Did you have an affair? What . . . how?’ she stuttered,
growing frustrated at their silence.
Her parents had been married for years before she’d been
born, so it wasn’t like her mum was pregnant with another man’s child before
they wed. Emma dropped her head into her hand for a moment while the thoughts
churned, then quickly lifted it as she realised the two people opposite her had
all the answers. She focused the Don’t mess with me look that her kids saw
Tammy looked at Steve, tears now noticeable on her lower
lashes. Steve reached for both her hands and squeezed them. Emma wanted to
scream at them. Answer me!
‘It’s okay, Tammy. She needs to know the truth.’ Steve
turned to Emma and spoke so softly she frowned as she tried to listen. ‘I’m
sorry, honey. We’d been trying for years to have a child, then I got tested and
found the problem was with me.’ He paused for a moment while Tammy rubbed his
shoulder. ‘We didn’t have a lot of money and we thought of adopting but it was
too hard and we weren’t getting any younger. Then we came up with the idea of a
‘A donor?’ Emma frowned. Where the heck was this story
‘We found a nice guy, and your mum became pregnant
straightaway, and the rest is history. We had what we wanted most in the world
– you.’ He smiled at her as if she were the baby Jesus in the flesh.
Emma was surprised to feel the wet heat of a tear slide down
her cheek, followed by another one. ‘So, you’re not my biological father? Is
that what you’re saying?’
Tammy was crying too and pulled out a tissue from her bag to
mop her face.
Steve sighed heavily. ‘No, honey, I’m not. But that doesn’t mean
anything to me. You’re my daughter in every sense of the word. I’m sorry you
had to find out like this. It will never affect how I feel about you. Just
understand how much your mum and I wanted a family.’ His voice cracked, and
Tammy passed him a tissue.
Emma felt her heart about to burst. She hated to see him
upset. The man who had carried her when she was tired, patched up her wounds
while her mum tried not to look, read her stories every night and walked with
her down the aisle. And yet she couldn’t shake the anger burning inside her,
anger at the secret they’d kept from her, anger that she’d had to find out like
this. It hurt so badly, like nothing she’d experienced before. Worse than the
time she’d lost Max for an hour at the beach. It was like her life was being
sucked out of her, vanishing before her eyes as everything she thought she knew
was thrown upside down. Who was Emma Noble? Who was she really?
She saw his pain but couldn’t voice her thoughts. You will
always be my dad, she wanted to say but the words stuck in her throat. The
shock made it impossible for her to comfort him; not yet, it hurt too much.
Emma wanted to storm out of the hospital, she wanted them to feel as bad
as she did, but she couldn’t move. Stuck to the wall like glue. There was
more she needed to know.
One question was burning a hole in her chest. ‘So, who is my
biological father?’
Tammy sucked in a deep breath, swayed a little and fixed her
eyes on Emma.
Her words were said with no hint of regret. ‘His name was
Bill. He was the piano tuner.’


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Before becoming an author, Fiona Palmer was a speedway
driver for seven years and now spends her days writing both women’s and young
adult fiction, working as a farmhand and caring for her two children in the
tiny rural community of Pingaring, 350km from Perth. The books Fiona’s
passionate readers know and love contain engaging storylines, emotions and
hearty characters. She has written nine bestselling novels and her most recent
book, Secrets Between Friends, was a Top Ten national bestseller.


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Title: Love Redefined

Series: Kings Grove #3

Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Women’s Fiction
Release Date: June 26, 2018

Chance Palmer is the hottest bachelor in Kings Grove, and even his
younger brother Sam sees him as a playboy and a charmer. It’s nice to be
admired, but Chance is ready for something serious–something like the love he
had once before. The love he refuses to talk about.
Michaela “Mike” Grayson fell in love once. And though that
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darker side she’s still trying to escape.

When Michaela’s job requires her to scout a tiny town called Kings Grove as a
potential resort destination for her company, she’s not prepared for what
awaits her there:  a charming playboy with a knack for making her feel
like everything in her world just might work out fine. And Chance is unprepared
for the feelings he finds inside himself for Michaela, and for her son, Finn.

Can Mike overcome the darkness in her past enough to trust that Chance might be
more than just a fantasy? Can Chance Palmer move past the pain of his first
love and fall again?

This is Book 3 in the Kings Grove Series. Each book can be read as a
standalone. Perfect for fans of Melody Grace, Bella Andre, Jill Shalvis and
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Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction
with humor and heart.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She’s been a
pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.

A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate
captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these
efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.


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RELEASE BLITZ ~ Title: Love Redefined, Series: Kings Grove #3, Author: Delancey Stewart, Genre: Contemporary Romance/Women’s Fiction, Release Date: June 26, 2018



Title: Love Redefined

Series: Kings Grove #3

Author: Delancey Stewart
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Women’s Fiction
Release Date: June 26, 2018

Chance Palmer is the hottest bachelor in Kings Grove, and even his
younger brother Sam sees him as a playboy and a charmer. It’s nice to be
admired, but Chance is ready for something serious–something like the love he
had once before. The love he refuses to talk about.
Michaela “Mike” Grayson fell in love once. And though that
relationship gave her the son she’d never trade for anything, it came with a
darker side she’s still trying to escape.

When Michaela’s job requires her to scout a tiny town called Kings Grove as a
potential resort destination for her company, she’s not prepared for what
awaits her there:  a charming playboy with a knack for making her feel
like everything in her world just might work out fine. And Chance is unprepared
for the feelings he finds inside himself for Michaela, and for her son, Finn.

Can Mike overcome the darkness in her past enough to trust that Chance might be
more than just a fantasy? Can Chance Palmer move past the pain of his first
love and fall again?

This is Book 3 in the Kings Grove Series. Each book can be read as a
standalone. Perfect for fans of Melody Grace, Bella Andre, Jill Shalvis and
Susan Mallery.

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Author Bio
Delancey Stewart is an award-winning author who writes romantic fiction
with humor and heart.
Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She’s been a
pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a wineseller.

A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate
captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these
efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.


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