Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Only the Heart Remembers #Newrelease #romanticsuspense




It's finally here - release day for Only the Heart Remembers, book 3 in my Calloways of Rainbow Bayou. The first two books in the series released last week, When the Right One Comes Along and Too Good to Be True. While the books are standalones, the characters' lives progress through the series so it would be most enjoyed in order. All book links here


The Blurb:

Love happens. . .when you least expect it! Out of the blue, or the night.

Brenna returned home to Rainbow Bayou just a few months ago and now the first storm of the season delivers a surprise. She has a premonition and when that happens, she pays attention. 

A stranger attempts to enter her cabin during the storm and she whacks him with a fireplace iron creating an even bigger problem—he awakens thinking she and this handsome burglar are a couple. 

As their relationship deepens images from his past begin to surface and Brenna finds herself hoping the clues don’t mean what she thinks they do and that their new love can last forever.


"A series with so much love and heart you’ll be cheering for each couple to get their happily ever after."

Excerpt:

Pain exploded in his brain again as she shoved against him, backing out of the bed to stand on the other side, mouth shaped in a lovely silent O.
“What’s wrong?” He flung one arm over his forehead.
“What are you doing?” she harped.
“Right now I’m trying to keep my brains from leaking out of my head. Why are you so mad? You were draped all over me.” She seemed to be struggling to come up with an answer. “Look, can you skip the outrage and get me some aspirin? My frickin’ head is about to explode.”
A sympathetic look replaced her surprise. “Uh, sure, stay right there. I’ll be right back.” She held both index fingers pointed at him as if to pin him in position. “Stay put,” she said, and left the room.
He rolled his eyes “Women.” He rubbed his forehead and cursed. When she returned and handed him the pills, he struggled to sit up but let her help him when it became apparent he didn’t have the strength on his own. “Thanks.” He leaned back and tried to ignore the pair of boxers duking it out in his brain.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked quietly. “Are you hungry? Do you…uh, need to…” Her voice trailed away.
He smiled, “I do, uh…but I can’t bear the thought of getting up right now. As soon as my head quits pounding and spinning, I’ll let you know.” It was sweet how shy she was with him, even though they were lovers. The ragged, too big Tulane football jersey did nothing to counteract his hard-on. She was everything he desired in a woman. Exactly his type.
He blinked. His type. What was his type? That spurred a new series of questions. Why didn’t he know her name? Or remember how he got here? Why was he so weak? What had happened to him? He concentrated as his fingers, traced the lump on his forehead. Did he get drunk and fall out of bed? He looked around the room. Is that why she was still half-dressed?
Man, she was probably pissed. If he admitted that he didn’t know the answers to those questions, he might box himself right into the doghouse. So he’d dig a little.
“Still raining, huh?” he asked and immediately chastised himself. What a dumb question. It would take a whack-job not to hear the storm raging outside. He didn’t remember it exactly, just had a vague sense of being wet, some serious lightning, and her—sitting on top of him with the storm backlighting her natural beauty. Of course they were lovers. He remembered the feel of her hands on him.
“It’s a slow moving storm, predicted to last a couple of days, but hopefully the lights will come back on soon.”
With the lighted candle in her hand, she looked like a sunlit goddess. He imagined her raising her arm and firing a lightning bolt straight to his groin. He groaned, rubbing his eyes. He was losing it.
She rushed over to him, “Are you okay?”
He tried to concentrate on the sweetness of her voice and the coolness of her touch, but a swirling ferocious longing overwhelmed him. His fingers stroked her translucent ivory skin, enjoying its velvety softness. One index finger traced her parted lips, but his eyes drifted down despite his wishes.
“You’re so beautiful. I’m sorry…my head…” As his head rolled to the side he promised, “We’ll make love later…”

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GMRZ5T3  
Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07GMRZ5T3  
Amazon AU https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07GMRZ5T3   

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