Christmas at the Castle ~ Jenny Kane

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Christmas at the Castle200Blurb

Christmas at the Castle is a seasonal treat from Jenny Kane, featuring much-loved characters from her bestselling novel Another Cup of Coffee.

When hotshot businesswoman Alice Warren is asked to organise a literary festival at beautiful Crathes Castle in Scotland, her ‘work mode’ persona means she can’t say no – even though the person asking is her ex, Cameron Hunter.

Alice broke Cameron’s heart and feels she owes him one – but her best friend Charlie isn’t going to like it. Charlie – aka famous author Erin Spence – is happy to help Alice with the festival…until she finds out that Cameron’s involved! Charlie suffered a bad case of unrequited love for Cameron, and she can’t bear the thought of seeing him again.

Caught between her own insecurities and loyalty to her friend, Charlie gets fellow author Kit Lambert to take her place. Agreeing to leave her London comfort zone – and her favourite corner in Pickwicks Café – Kit steps in. She quickly finds herself not just helping out, but hosting a major literary event, while also trying to play fairy godmother – a task which quickly gets very complicated indeed…


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Charlie pushed open the door of The Deeside Bookshop.

Instead of being greeted by John, she was surprised to see a much younger man behind the counter. Having never known the shop without John in it, Charlie was immediately concerned. ‘Um, hello, I wondered if I could speak to John, is he OK?’

‘He’s very OK, thank you. Soaking up the sun in New Zealand in fact.’

‘Oh.’ Not sure what to do, Charlie decided she’d dive straight in anyway. If John trusted this man to run the shop in his absence, then he must be alright. ‘Could I have a quick chat about the literary festival at Crathes? I know Ms Warren has already approached the shop, but I…’

The man, who Charlie guessed must be in his late thirties, ran an exasperated hand through his short hair. ‘I already told your colleague I can’t help. What Ms Warren is asking of me is not cost-effective. Although I wish you luck with the festival, the tactic of sending her prettier colleague to get me to change my mind is not going to work!’

Prettier colleague? Charlie felt thrown. No one ever thought she was prettier than Alice.

‘I assure you no… tactics are in play. I’m only helping out today because I’m a friend of one of the other organisers, and I have a more sensible and, I think, more realistic proposition for you than Alice did. I will tell you about it if you would like to hear it; if not, I’ll leave you in peace to stare around your customer-free shop!’

Rather taken aback by the edge to her tone, the tension in Charlie’s shoulders unknotted a little as, to her amazement, the man began to laugh.

Placing the books he’d been holding on the counter he said, ‘I’m sorry, forgive me for being abrupt. My name is Gervase Potter; I bought John out a few weeks ago. This little empire is now mine.’

Tilting his head to one side, giving Charlie the impression he was enjoying the view, he added, ‘I would very much like to hear your proposal. How about we discuss it tonight over a drink at Scott Skinner’s? I haven’t made it there yet, and I hear it’s a nice pub.’

With her brain privately grappling with the concept of being asked out for a drink by a handsome man who liked books, Charlie replied, ‘It is nice. I often go to Skinner’s to write when I need a change of scene from my desk at home. Oh, I’m Charlie, by the way. Charlie Davies.’

‘I’m pleased to meet you, Charlie. So, you write?’

‘Yes.’ Charlie pointed to the bookshelves, ‘I’m over there somewhere.’

‘You are? Who are you, then? I mean, who else are you?’

‘Erin Spence.’

The Unbrave Heart Erin Spence?’

Charlie’s pulse started to beat faster. He didn’t immediately connect me with The Love-Blind Boy. ‘Yes. Yes that was my first novel.’

‘I love that book.’

‘You’ve read it?’ Charlie was shocked. ‘Forgive me, but you don’t look like you’d be into women’s fiction.’

‘I’m not as a rule, but my ex-girlfriend had the audiobook and we played it on a long journey once or twice. I enjoyed it. You have a very perceptive view of the male side of things.’

‘Really?’ Charlie could feel herself blushing, ‘Thanks. It’s kind of you to say so.’

‘Not at all. That drink tonight, then? Eight o’clock? With a meal as well, maybe?’

‘To talk about my idea for the festival?’

‘I’m making no promises, because I think I’d rather talk about you.’

Charlie’s head buzzed with contradictory thoughts. Had she been right to agree to go out with Gervase? Only this morning she’d been thinking about how she felt about Cameron being back, and now she was going on a date with someone else. A part of her knew she’d only said yes in the hope that Alice and Cameron might see them. But so what if they did? Cameron isn’t going to be jealous, and I don’t want him any more anyway. And Alice wouldn’t notice in her current mode if I walked around naked with a pineapple on my head.

A new thought entered Charlie’s head. Was there any point in going out with another man until Alice had gone home? Gervase would only have to see them standing next to each other, and it wouldn’t be her that he wanted to take for dinner anymore.

Suddenly, Charlie stopped moving. She knew she was being ridiculous, but somehow the thought of how Alice was always going to be there to eclipse her wouldn’t shift…



Jenny Kane is the author the contemporary romance Christmas at the Castle (Accent Press, 2015), the bestselling novel Abi’s House (Accent Press, 2015), the modern/medieval time slip novel Romancing Robin Hood (Accent Press, 2014), the bestselling novel Another Cup of Coffee (Accent Press, 2013), and its novella length sequels Another Cup of Christmas (Accent Press, 2013), and Christmas in the Cotswolds (Accent, 2014).

Jenny’s fourth full length romance novel, Another Glass of Champagne, will be published in 2016.

Jenny is also the author of quirky children’s picture books There’s a Cow in the Flat (Hushpuppy, 2014) and Ben’s Biscuit Tin (Coming soon from Hushpuppy)

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Jenny also writes erotica as Kay Jaybee.


Haven’s Knight ~ Regan Ure

 Haven’s Knight
by Regan Ure
Publication Date: November 10, 2015
Genre: YA


When I was a little girl, I believed in fairy tales. I believed in princes and princesses and knights in shining armor. I believed in forever and happily ever afters.

I was ten when reality hit me. My mom brought the evil home with her and there was no escaping it. That’s when I learned that fairy tales were just that: fairy tales. The bad stuff is real, though. The difference is that I now know that the monsters and evil villains don’t always wear capes and ugly scars. No: most of the time, they appear normal.

I’m drowning in reality, in my life, and I’ve given up hope that a knight in shining armor will rescue me. But maybe… maybe I don’t need a Prince Charming after all. Maybe a knight without the shining armor and a broken smile will be enough to save me.

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Regan discovered the joy of writing at the tender age of twelve. Her first two novels were teen fiction romance. She then got sidetracked into the world of computer programming and travelled extensively visiting twenty-seven countries.

A few years ago after her son’s birth she stayed home and took another trip into the world of writing. After writing nine stories on a free writing website, winning an award and becoming a featured writer the next step was to publish her stories.

Born in South Africa she now lives in London with her two children and husband, who is currently doing his masters.

If she isn’t writing her next novel you will find her reading soppy romance novels, shopping like an adrenaline junkie or watching too much television.

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Triptych ~ M.S. Spencer

Triptych by M. S. SpencerReality imitating art?  Triptych, my tale of legend, history and romance intertwining in a triptych of suspense, eerily foreshadows this intriguing news item.

Julian Radcliffe, chairman of the London-based Art Loss Register, calls it “the biggest cache of illegally stored art since the end of the [[second world] war.” He’s talking about the discovery in Munich, Germany of more than 1400 artworks, including previously unknown paintings by Matisse and Chagall. The paintings were found in the apartment of an 80-year-old man whose father had acted as an agent for the Nazis to collect art and sell it abroad. It’s not yet clear whether the man was protecting the art or wanted it for himself. At any rate, his son kept the paintings, only selling one now and then to live on. One investigator described the collection as “professionally stored and in very good condition.”

The only thing missing in this story is romance. That’s where Triptych has the upper hand.

Miranda Cabot lost all interest in love after her husband Edward crashed into the Potomac River rocks called the Three Sisters. Her sister Honor likewise prefers her tower and her writing.  Not so the third sister Sybil, who longs for romance with a dashing Frenchman.  She advertises for said hero on Craig’s List and is rewarded with the Chevalier du Bon Arnaque, who comes to Washington from Alsace claiming to be an art dealer.

She asks her neighbors Dieter Heiliger and his grandson Corey, to act as chaperones. With three beautiful, strong-willed women in a house filled with three handsome, virile men, the inevitable result is an intricate web of jealousy, sex, and intrigue. Add in long-lost master artworks, stolen prototypes, and a resident genius and you have a recipe for romance. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend calls for?

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Matisse found in Gurlitt's apt 2012

And in April of this year, treasure hunters claimed to have found nazi treasure on a long-lost train:



Triptych, by M. S. Spencer

Ebook 67,300 words; Print 213 pp.

Romantic suspense/Adventure

M/F, 2 flames



Take lost masterpieces, brilliant inventors, and stolen prototypes. Add the Three Sisters, Indian spirits who guard the Potomac River. Stir in three sisters and their lovers. Result? Jealousy, sex, genius, larceny and love. Who will end up with whom, and will the Three Sisters take another life as the legend demands?

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Excerpt (G): Luc Arrives

Miranda heard the pounding of excited feet on the stairs. She checked her hair and dress, and prepared herself not merely to meet the Chevalier du Bon Arnaque, but to dislike him intensely.

She called to Honor and stepped sedately down the long formal staircase to the central hall, where Sybil was taking the coat of a very tall, black-haired man. As she stood on the last step, he turned and glanced up at her. A long pause ensued. Did my heart just stop beating? The house, the hall, Sybil—everything but the man, faded into the background. She examined his face minutely, as though she had all the time in the world. Ringlets of thick, glossy black hair twined over his forehead, the light catching highlights of silver at the temples and deep in his ebony eyes. Tanned skin stretched tight over his high cheekbones, reminding her of the portrait of a Highland chieftain that hung in her study. She could just make out a tiny upturn at the end of his nose that lent a fanciful air to his appearance. Perhaps not a clan chief but an elvish prince?

Slowly she grew aware of Sybil’s chattering. “Monsieur le Chevalier—see how well I pronounced it, monsieur? I’ve been practicing. I promise to be your best student ever! Oh, and this is Miranda, my sister. Honor? Honor! Are you coming down?”

Miranda took the last step into a new world. She faltered before this man who turned her inside out with a single look, and words failed her. As she struggled with an unaccustomed shyness, he held out a friendly hand to her. She mustered up a firm shake from somewhere, noting the hard calluses that lined his palm. A work-hardened hand. Could it be he’s not a leisure-loving gigolo after all?

The chevalier seemed undismayed by the two sisters’ presence. “You are, I presume, Mademoiselle Miranda?” A Gallic accent tinged his words, lending an old-world aroma reminiscent of cognac and espresso to his voice.

She heard a voice that sounded like her own coming from some distance away. “It is Madame. How do you do?”

“I beg your pardon.” He looked helplessly at Sybil. “You did say your sister’s name is also Cabot?”

Behind her came Honor’s voice. “My sister reverted to her maiden name after the loss of her husband, monsieur. I am Honor Cabot. Welcome to our home.” He bowed. Honor indicated the housekeeper. “Dodie will take your luggage up for you.”

Dodie, who had been standing stiffly by the door, came forward. Behind her impassive face the three sisters knew there lay strong opinions, which she intended to share at an appropriate time. Just then, Dieter and Corey came in from the kitchen. The Frenchman started, but caught himself. “I did not know I would have the pleasure of meeting such a beautiful…and…er…large family.” He winked at Sybil.

Honor made the introductions. “Mr. Heiliger and his grandson Corey will also be staying with us.”

Whatever the chevalier thought of this turn of events, he took care not to reveal. As Dodie moved toward the suitcases, he stepped around her hastily. “Oh, no, please, I can carry them myself. If you would be so kind as to show me to my room?” He skirted the small gathering, picked up two suitcases and a large box, and followed Dodie up the stairs.

Dieter stared up at the Frenchman’s back. Without a word he took Corey’s elbow and steered him out the door.

The three women stood in a tight circle. Finally Sybil broke the silence. “He’s…er…he’s rather more handsome than I expected.”

Honor’s laughter rang. “You could say that, dear. So we have even more cause for suspicion, don’t we?”

Sybil flushed. “No one that handsome could be a crook, Honor. It isn’t kosher.”

Her remark brought Miranda back to the present. “What a preposterous thing to say, Sybil. I agree with Honor—men who look like that will undoubtedly use the effect they have on women to wicked purpose. I’ve seen it before.”

Sybil was too young to realize how much her next words would hurt. “You’re talking about Edward. But Edward was scum. We all know that. I never understood how you could let him bamboozle you for so long.”

Miranda bit her lip to keep the words back, but Honor had no such compunction. “Keep your cruel thoughts to yourself, Sybil,” she said sharply. She pursed her lips. “Edward can serve as an example though. Sybil, I want you to take care. This Monsieur du Bon Arnaque could be a criminal. I’m glad Miranda persuaded Dieter to stay with us.”

A step on the stair kept Sybil from retorting.

“The ladies Cabot, may I join you?” Luc Rever, Chevalier du Bon Arnaque, gracefully descended the curving mahogany staircase to the entrance hall, an enigmatic smile playing across his full lips. His long-fingered hand slid effortlessly down the banister and his black eyes twinkled in the sunlight pouring through the open front door. “Dodie has been most helpful, but before settling in I wanted to properly thank you all for receiving me.” In his left hand he held a basket. “I have taken the liberty of bringing you some of the delicacies of my country.” He held it out to Miranda, but Sybil grabbed it and pulled the red and white checked napkin from the top.

“Ooh, ooh. Cheeses and sausages…and wine! Wait, is this a plum tart?”

He gave her a delighted grin and turned to Honor. “I presume she will share. Mademoiselle Honor, it gives me great pleasure to meet Sybil’s elder sister. You are the writer, non?” Honor nodded, clearly taken aback. Apparently he not only knew Sybil had sisters, he knew quite a lot about them. He turned to Miranda. “And you, madame. Sybil tells me you work at the great Smithsonian Institution, but she neglects to tell me in what office. Perhaps you will enlighten me at dinner?”

Miranda nodded along with Honor, feeling like a couple of bobble-head dolls. As the rather uncomfortable silence lengthened, the chevalier turned his gaze to the door. “I look forward, Sybil, to seeing the grounds you have so eloquently described. May we?”

Sybil giggled and took his hand. “Come along then, monsieur.”

The man said, “Please, I beg of you, call me Luc.” He opened his arms wide. “I do hope we may all use our given names? I would hate to stand on ceremony with three such exquisite creatures.”

More idiotic nodding. Sybil led Luc out the back door into the formal flower garden. Honor and Miranda waited until they disappeared, then burst out laughing. They were still laughing when Dodie came in from the kitchen. She waited patiently for their snorts and sniggers to subside. “There will be six for supper then?”

Honor squeezed Miranda’s hand. “Oh, yes,” she panted. “Six.” She ran up the stairs to her tower, her chuckles trailing behind.

Dodie turned to Miranda. “May I enquire as to the cause of your merriment, young lady?” she asked stiffly.

Miranda wiped the tears away and shook her head, not sure if she could maintain her composure. “Do I have to explain, Dodie? You saw him. Even Sybil was speechless.” Ignoring Dodie’s disapproving glare, she too fled to her room.


M. S. Spencer Author (2)About the Author

Although she has lived or traveled in every continent except Antarctica and Australia (bucket list), M. S. Spencer has spent the last thirty years mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian, Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker, policy wonk, non-profit director and parent. She has two fabulous grown children, one fabulous grandchild, and currently divides her time between the Gulf coast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.





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LAS Love Me Forever

I’ll be in Germantown WI tomorrow! Come on out and meet me. It’s a family affair, refreshments and fun for the kids and mutli genre books available for the adults.


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Far From Blind ~ S.J. Maylee

farfromblindFar from Blind

Club Blind 2

by S.J. Maylee

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Released October 15th!

Book Description:

Candy Wilson has worked hard to build a life for herself from nothing to something she can be proud of but she can’t catch the eye of the one man who drives her wild with desire.

Brad Chambers has everything, always has, except the woman he loves. When a pitch black blind date at the exclusive Club Blind matches the pair together, Candy refuses to believe what she sees and throws up her protective barrier. It’s up to Brad to tear down her walls and get her to see the man who wants only her.

Be Warned: spanking and light BDSM

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The first review is in!

5-stars from Liz’s Reading Life

“This story is another sizzling creation from SJ Maylee.”

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Far from Blind Excerpt:

He closed the door behind them and the distinct click of a lock tumbling over echoed around the room. Maybe no showing yesterday was a mistake. If they’d had any chance at all, she’d blown it for sure. How could she expect him to trust her now? The air, thick with unsaid words, closed in around her.

It was time to take care of business and escape before she embarrassed herself. “This must be for you.” She held out the envelope.

“Thank you.” He took it from her and tore it open, revealing a piece of paper. His cheeks pulled into a little smile, then it disappeared. He maneuvered around his desk and sat. “Do you like me, Candy?”

“Of course I do.” She clasped her arms around her middle. The bigger question is what he thought of her before Club Blind and now.

“Then why didn’t you show last night?” He pressed his lips together and kept his gaze on her.

“To be honest…”

“That’s all I’ll ever expect from you.”

“I’ll give it to you straight. You don’t want a girl like me.” She blew out a breath as if it could help her raging pulse. Never in a million years would she have guessed she’d want a man to tell her she was wrong.

“Is that what you believe?”

“Yes.” She kept her focus on him. He gave nothing away. His expression didn’t change, only his fingers tapped on his desk which was irritatingly neat.

“Then we have a problem.” He stood. “We’d agreed to meet. I kept up my end.”

“And I didn’t.” She blew out a deep breath.

“Come here.”

She didn’t move. She didn’t take her next breath either.

He pointed to the ground in front of him. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

She jumped and then slipped around his desk. Damn, he really did smell good. No matter whether it was aftershave or him, the deep woodsy scent turned here on. Everything about Brad turned her on.

“Did I ask you to join me at Mistress Charlie’s yesterday?”

“Yes, but—”

“Do you believe I’m a liar?”


“I don’t think you are either.” He tapped under her chin, lifting her focus back to him. “But I don’t believe you’re being honest with me right now and that’s a problem.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t show yesterday.”

“I appreciate the admission, but I can’t let the action and the attitude go unpunished.”

“What, are you going to spank me?” She chuckled.

“I think it’s time.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and his touch lingered along the side of her neck over her ugly mole. “Don’t you agree?”

“Agreed, Sir.” She leaned back on his desk. It was the only thing holding her up.



“Very good. Bend over my desk, please.”

“Right here?” She looked around his office. She didn’t find any windows to the hall, but his windows facing the next building were wide open. “You really are pissed.”

The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “The windows are treated. No one can see in here.”


“You’re stalling.”

“Can you blame me?”

“You do know I’m an accountant, right?” He tugged on her hair. “We like to add.”

Praise for the first book in the Club Blind Series

In the Blind

The Romance Reviews “There is a good mix of heat woven into the storyline, perfect for an erotic romance. With the thrill and excitement of the sex club, the author has created the beginning of an interesting series.”

Night Owl Reviews “The beginning of the story leaves you wanting to know more. It has a unique premise. By the end of the first chapter, I was eager to finish the book…the author takes the reader on a wonderful journey”

Cocktails and Books “There was humor, some angst, romance, and of course, I already mentioned the incredible sex. You’ll be quite satisfied by the end. I know I sure was.”

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SJ Button 2 300x300 with borderS.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.

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