Friday, June 19, 2015

Why I Write (& Read) + Exclusive Excerpt from HIS REBEL HEART

Amber Leigh Williams

Greetings! We’re less than a month away from my next Superromance release on July 1st….

Have you ever read one of those books that had a profound impact on not just the reader inside you but on your life as a whole? The people involved in these stories (real and imaginary) gripped me so tightly I had difficulty sleeping at night thanks to a constant loop of their actions and words playing out inside my head. Their situations, predicaments, and tragedies wove themselves into the marrow of my bones until, in the midst of reading or re-reading their books, it was sometimes hard to distinguish their lives from my own. Call it well-written prose or the magic of good storytelling, I was thrust quite forcibly into these worlds, into the minds and hearts of these characters, so that their hearths were my own as were their goals and conflicts, and every ounce of their joy and pain. These books are the reason I read. They are also the reason that I write.

I wrote the first draft of His Rebel Heart when I was barely into my twenties. All I knew at the time was that these characters had to be given their due. They demanded it. It was the third book in what was then a five-part series. I rushed it so that I could get the stories behind it onto paper as well. Needless to say, the draft left much to be desired for me and my characters. I didn’t do them justice; which was perhaps why they continued to haunt me and speak to me with increasing volume and detail through the years.

Nearly a decade later, their time came a year after the first book in the series, A Place With Briar, was contracted by Harlequin and I became a part of the Superromance family. After completing work on the second book, Married One Night, I sat down and finally was able to revisit the hero, James, heroine, Adrian, and their son, Kyle. Another pivotal event that led me back to this story: the birth of my own son in 2012. Through my relationship with him, everything involving Adrian and Kyle’s relationship seemed heightened. It added dimensions to an already emotional storyline I hadn’t achieved and couldn’t quite grasp in my early twenties. Similarly, it created an opportunity for me to explore the broken relationship between the hero, James, and his mother.
Can a rebel ever change his ways?  
Being a single mother and successful florist is tough, especially when your next-door neighbor is the man who shattered your heart. Eight years ago, bad boy James Bracken walked away from Adrian Carlton…and their unborn child. Now he’s back. And Adrian’s desire to protect her son from the truth of his biological father isn’t enough to hide the wild blue eyes of father and son, or to keep Adrian from surrendering to the raw passion between her and James. But is he truly the changed man he claims to be? Maybe this time his rebel heart really is home to stay.

This wasn’t an easy process. In order to create a solid Goal-Motivation-Conflict, which is essential to character-driven stories like mine, I have to live and breathe these characters. The funny thing about His Rebel Heart, though, was that this proved easier than most books. I seemed already to be embedded in their lives. In real life, I’m a wife of nine years to a wonderful husband. I’m a stay-at-home mom of two young children (one toddler; one newborn). I’m a lifelong dreamer, a hopeless romantic and a faithful (though deeply sarcastic) optimist. I’m also happy to say I’m on great terms with my mother. While writing this book, however, I was also Adrian, single mother, small business owner, and deeply heartbroken cynic—you could even say “eternal pessimist”—whose relationship with her mother is what a good deal of all that cynicism and pessimism is derived from. For a period of about three to four months I lived Adrian’s life. My life isn’t exactly easy (did I mention I have a toddler?). Adrian’s isn’t either, though it’s not-easy in an entirely different way. Living the life of a pessimist, somebody with serious trust issues, is hard. Why did I put myself through it, you may ask? Like I said, I didn’t have a choice. Much like I didn’t have a choice but to be right there on the page as Alexander Barrington fought his way across Eastern Europe at the head of a doomed penal battalion in Paullina Simons’ Tatiana and Alexander; much like I didn’t have a choice but to watch my lover leave as Brianna did near the end of Nora Roberts’ Born in Ice or to mourn the loss of my young childhood friend in the wake of a terrible shooting accident in Robert R. MacCammon’s Boy’s Life.

Many of those who have read Gone with the Wind have starved alongside Scarlett O’Hara at Tara though they’ve never actually gone hungry. Many, many children have lived in the cupboard under the stairs with orphan Harry at No. 4 Privet Drive without actually losing a parent. They’ve never had to hide for years in a small annex to escape deportation and certain death...though those who have read Anne Frank’s journal had no choice but to be swept up in that grim reality. Why do we do it? Why do we live these separate lives, every heart-wrenching moment combined with every happy one? Because we’re readers. It’s what we do.

While writing His Rebel Heart, the hero, James Bracken, is forced to face up to his mistakes, one of them being the fact that he has not spoken to his mother in eight years. I didn’t just get to be a puppet master, bringing James and his mother together after all this time. I was the mother who hadn’t seen her son in almost a decade, struggling to forgive. I was the son doing everything that he could to bridge the gap and hoping desperately that it’s not too late. Why did I do this? It’s simple, really—I’m a writer. That’s what I do.

It’s difficult for me to define the book of my heart. I love every story I’ve ever written, not because I think they were well-written but because I love those characters, those people, the places that they saw, and the happy endings I was able to give them after putting them through their paces. I can’t possibly choose a favorite…though my World War II historical, Forever Amore, that first romance I began in 2003, was a deep, defining labor of love that inspired me in many ways to write romance on a professional level. Those characters still haven’t left me alone to this day and, frankly, I hope they never do. Every book in my hometown series for Harlequin has personal elements interwoven through characters, dialogue, backstory, settings, and scenes. One of the greatest joys I have while writing these books is bringing those from previous books back as secondary characters. They are the source of several of those lighthearted moments in His Rebel Heart that propelled me through the heavier parts of James and Adrian’s story. I have an incomplete Regency romance I began writing at a time in my life in which I was suffering through personal trauma of my own. It is so associated with that time of my life that although I still feel the pull from its notes and characters, I don’t know if I’ll ever find the courage to finish it.
 
 
I’m thrilled that I’m finally able to share His Rebel Heart with you, readers, because although I don’t have a favorite book, this one is as close as it comes. I hope James and Adrian touch your hearts as much as they have touched (and lived inside) mine. Here's an exclusive excerpt just for you….


"How can I help you, miss..."

Trailing off, the man opened the screen door and smiled at her in greeting. One of those long, muscles arms held the door open as he stepped down to the sagging porch. The boards groaned beneath him.

His eyes were blue. But not just any blue. Maybe it was that his face was so tan or his shaggy head of hair and eyebrows were so dark. But no, those eyes were a fierce, wild, familiar shade of blue.

Adrian lips went numb...as did her legs. The pie tipped over the ends of her fingers and landed facedown on the porch boards with a splat.

That smile was devastating and, again, familiar.

It had been years. Back then, his face had been close-shaved, his hair more kempt. Not one tattoo had marked his body, much less the thick cords of his neck. But there was no way she could have forgotten James Bracken's devil-may-care smile.

Adrian watched the smile slowly fade from his features. They didn't stray to the pie on the ground or to her useless fingers, which were spread between them like a supplicating statue. The mirth in those blue eyes faded, too, as they searched hers, pinging from one to the other and back in a quickening assessment. His mouth fumbled and he braced a hand against the yawning screen door. "Adrian?" he asked, finally, the name launching off his tongue.

It made her jump. Suddenly, she could feel everything again. The blood spinning wildly in her head, dizzying her, before it fled all the way down to her toes and left her cold, hollow except for the panicked rap of her heart.

"I'm right, aren't I?" James asked, shifting his stance toward her as hope blinked to life in his eyes--the Scandinavian blues that were a perfect match for her son's.

Preorder your copy of His Rebel Heart today for just $3.99 at Harlequin, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Kobo!

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

What We Leave Out


Now that I’m in my twenty-second week of pregnancy, I’ve had a pretty good sampling of the vast array of symptoms, side-effects and changes to my body typical of most pregnancies. From morning sickness to aches and pains, I feel like I’ve hit almost every symptom listed in What to Expect When You’re Expecting.

What I find interesting, though, is how few of these symptoms are described or discussed in TV, movies, fiction and so forth when the reality is that a) half the population of Earth is susceptible to these symptoms and b) we were all born, and it’s likely your dear old mother went through these bodily changes. (Yes, I have become more aware of what I put my mom through. I’m so sorry, Mom.)

In movies and TV, we often see the montages of morning sickness, increased appetites, fatigue and mood swings. But you almost never hear about, say, constipation, diarrhea or the resurgence of adolescent-era acne. Or hemorrhoids. Or the loosening of all your joints. Or that weird vertical stripe that appears on some women’s bellies. Granted, every pregnancy is different. And the reason we don’t hear about these more intimate details is simple: they’re gross. And yet, go to any internet pregnancy discussion board and you can read about every horrible symptom you can possibly imagine in the greatest detail.

Has the sanitization of an essential fact of life made us complacent about the challenges women endure to create life? Have we deceived people into believing that the miracle of life doesn’t come with some negative and impactful side effects? Everyone tells me, “Oh, you’ll forget everything as soon as the baby’s in your arms!” to which I reply “Aha! But I won’t because I’m writing everything down so that I can lay the guilt on my kid when s/he’s being naughty!”

It got me thinking about what other kinds of details we leave out whenever we tell stories. In fiction, writers skip the parts that are boring (thanks, Elmore Leonard) which is why we don’t always see every single detail of a character’s daily routine. Storytellers omit information by necessity. Attention spans are only so long, after all. Romance writers frequently leave things out—it’s romance, after all. There are plenty of details I don’t want to read...and yet I have.

The question is: in the internet age where we share and overshare everything, are we prepared to include more graphic details, more minutiae, more nitty-gritty and mundane? Is it storyteller’s duty to provide the audience with the most pared-down, entertaining version of a story? Or does the creator or artist have the right to expound upon the details they think are relevant or interesting to them?

By any traditional fiction editor’s standards, the answer is the former. But in nonfiction, it’s all about the details, and you still get great stories. Is there an in-between space? What if the world learned more about childbirth and pregnancy—or any other topics—through the consumption of popular culture? Would there be greater sympathy for women? Greater understanding of the world?


What else would you like the world to know and understand more details about? Is popular culture the place to “edu-tain”? Have you seen or read something that you’ve enjoyed and learned a lot about something you had no idea you cared about? Comment below!

Monday, June 15, 2015

Question Of The Month: What's Your Favorite Cover?

This month, we're talking about our favorite book covers in the Question of the Month column. Authors have favorite characters, favorite books (that they've written and that they've read), favorite settings...and favorite covers. This month, we're celebrating our favorite covers, and tell you why we like them best (shhhh! Don't tell our other covers!).

Jennifer Lohmann: My favorite cover is the one for Winning Ruby Heart. One of the things I really like about it is that the cover doesn't make Micah's use of a wheelchair the focal point. It was important to me as the author of the book that Micah's story not be only about his disability, without ignoring or dismissing or diminishing his experience. If you just look at the cover, Micah is a hot guy sitting with a woman on his lap. If you've read the book (or not what it's about), it suddenly becomes obvious that Micah is sitting in a wheelchair. And that sense of a man first and a disabled man second echoes so much of what the book is about to me.

Kris Fletcher: I was tempted to suggest my June cover for A Family Come True, which I love love love, but in the end, sentiment won out. I fell hard for the cover of Now You See Me from the moment I saw it - which happened to be at the Harlequin offices in Toronto, with my editor Piya Campana at my side. I had gone to the offices for a tour and a visit, and had met a dizzying number of people in a mind-blowing number of departments. My head was already whirling. Then Piya introduced me to a wonderful gentleman whose name I will never recall, because as he was talking he handed me a paper with a printout of this cover, and seriously, I was so stunned that everything froze. All I remember is standing there with that paper in my hand, hearing Piya whisper, "That's him. That's J.T." It was pure and utter magic.


Tara Taylor Quinn: I can’t narrow it down to one! But A favorite of mine is Dare To Love.  I got exactly the cover I asked for on this one.  I’d described it down to the last brick.  Was pretty adamant about wanting it just like I got it.  And I LOVED it.  It was perfect.
Completely.  The book, however, didn’t do well.  It sat on the shelves with the other Supers and came in last for the month.  It was the last time I put any real energy into envisioning my covers!  I’m a writer, not a cover artist!

Jeannie Watt: I had a hard time choosing between this cover and the cover for All for a Cowboy. They both so perfectly fit my story, but I love, love, love how this cover so perfectly illustrates the title--Cowgirl in High Heels--and captures the flavor of the book. Go Harlequin Art Department!


Claire McEwen: My favorite cover is from my second book, More Than a Rancher.  When I first saw the cover I was very surprised, because most of our covers feature a couple, and here is a rancher standing all on his own. The picture resonated with me because a big part of the story is about the hero coming to terms with his past, owning his dreams, and making peace with his family.  When I see this cover, it reminds me of his struggle.  It looks like he is staring out at the landscape, trying to figure out how this place that he loves fits into his life.

Geri Krotow: My new favorite is for my Sep 2015 book NAVY JUSTICE as it has the 2000th Superromance flash on it!

Angel Smits: I’ve had a hard time deciding and since I put one in my first blog last month I eliminated that one out of the “competition”  Ha!  I have to admit that I love my Dutch cover for my first book, A MESSAGE FOR JULIA.  It’s so different from what we see here, which is why I think I like it so much.  Plus it was my first Harlequin, and this was the first foreign edition I saw.  I think those firsts will always have a special place in my heart.  I can’t even begin to pronounce the title, but it translates to WORDS FROM THE HEART.  What a great title!  


Mary Sullivan: I like the cover for No Ordinary Sheriff because the interaction between the hero and heroine looks so sweet. The big old house played a large role in the story, so it was nice to see it included on the cover. It belonged to the hero, who craved a home and a family. He had bought the house and fixed it up himself, a labor of love, while the heroine was focused firmly on her career. So there is conflict and yet, in the artist's rendition, I see in the couple a poignant longing for each other.

Friday, June 12, 2015

The Dreaded Publicity Photo

Angel Smits

I’m not a big fan of having my picture taken.  I’m not sure if I know anyone who really does.  It’s the main reason I never pursued a modeling career—that and a few incidentals--like height. 
Over my writing career, and even before, I have had publicity photos taken.  The first was the year I won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart.  RWA wanted a photo for the awards presentation.  That was back in the day of Glamour Shots.  So, it was easier.  Easier because the stores were located in your favorite mall, and you went in and played dress up with makeup and all kinds of playthings like hats, gloves--even feather boas.  They’d pose you like we did our Barbie dolls as kids.  Those were quite the days.  I was a four-year-old all over again.  Best eyelashes I ever had. 
I had fun playing, and the picture turned out okay.  My husband still keeps a copy on his office shelf, and when I see it, it reminds me of that great year.
After that, I’ve had other photos taken with the hope that it would be better—the experience and the result.  I had some taken at a writing conference once where they got a little handy with the Photoshop.  Fastest 100 pounds I ever lost, though I look a bit emaciated.  I never did use those pictures.  At another conference, my hair was not cooperating (something to do with curls and humidity) and every single shot had my bangs covering one half-closed eye.  I didn’t know until they sent me proofs once I was home.  Did they not see that through the view finder?  Never used those, either. 
A friend took some great shots of me that I actually did use for quite a while.  Until my hair changed color.


Yes, I’m admitting in public that I’ve colored my hair for years.  Genetically, my family has white hair at a very young age.  I was sixteen when I found that first dreaded white hair.  Finally, a couple years ago, I gave in and stopped fighting the battle of color.  It’s now totally white.  Though I'm nowhere near the age I think should have white hair, I’m adjusting.
But the photo I was using had dark hair.  We didn’t exactly match, and people would meet me in person and barely recognize me.  The shock factor was fun at first, but that’s worn off.  I knew I had to do something.  One of my critique partners snapped a photo of me on her phone at a Christmas party.  I really liked it.  Nice pose…blurry enough to be softened by the fuzziness.  Perfect!  I used that awhile, but none of the official sights would use it.  Harlequin and Amazon wanted something with more pixels.  They weren’t buying my story that we’d used filters, I don’t think. 


A customer at my husband’s business is a photographer, and he did a nice photo of my husband for our anniversary a couple years ago.  So, he came in one day and they discussed my “dilemma.”  They set an appointment for me.  (I’m fairly certain my husband was tired of listening to me beat the dead horse.)
Since I needed it done, I went, agonizing all the way about what to wear, how to do my hair, should I wear the cute little hat I love, or not.  All those things. 
I shouldn’t have worried.  I had so much fun with the photographer, his wife, and his bad jokes, that I almost forgot they were taking my picture. 
I learned why he’s such a good, and popular photographer.  (He travels all over doing photos for people.  He just came back from a wedding at the Biltmore Hotel, which impressed me.)  But it’s not his reasonable rates, or the location or the subject.  It’s him.  His talent and his knowledge of his CRAFT that sets him apart.  Something that I, as a writer, need to remind myself.  Writing is an avocation, something I have to do, something involving art, be it bending light, or bending a plot.  Publishing is the vocation to earn money.  Sometimes it’s easy to forget when you’re working so hard on something you want to sell that it's art you're creating and should enjoy.  I’m hoping that this picture will remind me of that over time. 
The end result of my photo shoot (doesn’t that sound official!) was that it’s taken me two weeks to choose the photo I plan to use—and I’m using it until I’m a little old lady—so get used to it.  The pictures were all so good.  I’m still not sure I picked the right one, but there really wasn’t a wrong one.  And I don’t ever have to do it again!
Today is the unveiling of my final choice.  This seems like the perfect place to set it free into the world.  I'd love to hear other stories of your favorite, or not so favorite photo.  Like they say a pictures worth a thousand words--in some cases maybe more.  


Monday, June 8, 2015

Authors and Readers for Kids

Kris Fletcher

As I mentioned last month, I am celebrating the release of A Family Come True by using my website to Alliance for Children Foundation. A host of amazingly generous authors have provided prizes to help thank those who support the Foundation through a donation in any amount

Translation: if you make a donation, you could end up winning a book, a gift card, or an Ultimate Prize Pack from the wonderful folks at Harlequin!

How to take part? It's just two easy steps.
1. Make a donation in any amount to the Foundation.
2. Send me an email: kris AT krisfletcher.com. Tell me you donated. I don't need to know the amount. But I do need to know two things:
  • If you would prefer a physical prize (such as a paperback book), an electronic one, or either.
  • What country you live in. (Some authors can only ship to certain places.)
That's it. One donation, one email, and you're in. 

Starting this week, I'll be drawing for the regular prizes (books, gift cards, etc.) At the end of the month, everyone - even those who may have already won a prize - will be entered into the drawing for the Ultimate Prize Pack. It includes all four of the June Superromances AND some delightful Harlequin swag!

Please consider donating. Please share this with your friends. I know it sounds cliche, but no amount is too small, and everything is gratefully received. Many of these children will never know what it means to have their own dreams of a family come true. But through your generosity, we can still help them have stronger, healthier, happier lives.

Thank you, and thank you, and thank you again. 

Kris

P.S. If you'd like to get an idea of some of the work of the Foundation,  this short video will introduce you to some of the work they have done in Russia. The orphanage shown in the first segment, Baby Home #3, was my Tsarina's home for most of the first three years of her life.






Friday, June 5, 2015

I am Me, I am not She

Mary Sullivan

That title sounds like something from Dr. Seuss, doesn't it? LOL

A couple of things happened recently that had me wondering why we feel the need to change those around us. Why can't we allow others to express themselves in their own unique ways—to just be who they are?

Why should we all have to look alike?

Recently, I was at a party having a wonderful time chatting with a bunch of female friends and acquaintances when another woman showed up wearing a fabulous big chunky necklace. We all complimented her on it. One of the group who also wears larger jewellery said something like, "Chunky is the trend right now," and then, to my shock, shot a very pointed look at my neck and the necklace I wore, a single pearl dressed up with tiny diamonds on a delicate silver chain. Her meaning was clear, that I'm way out of the current fashion loop.

My response is, So what? It's a pretty necklace that has sentimental value for me. It also suits me to a T. I look terrible in big chunky jewellery, as though I'm trying to imitate someone else…or I'm playing dress up in my mother's clothes.

The chunky necklace suited the woman who was wearing it perfectly, but would have looked dreadful on me.

I dress nicely when I go out and am always presentable. So, why single me out because of the type of necklace I choose to wear? Very strange.

The other thing…I have a sister who is one year older than me and was charged with taking care of me when we were children, i.e. we walked to school together and she would hold my hand when we crossed the street. She did an admirable job until I was old enough to take care of my myself.

In some ways, though, she never stopped trying to take care of me and sometimes still gets bossy all of these decades later. Anyway, I wear minimal make up when I go out on any given day. I'm lucky to slap on some lipstick if I'm rushing out the door to pick up something for dinner.

When I'm involved in professional business, though, I use everything…but tastefully, for the same reason as the jewellery. If I slather on makeup too heavily, I look like I'm playing dress up. I look like I'm trying to be someone I'm not.

As it is, when I wear my version of what looks good on me, I look a tiny bit younger and I look professional. Isn't that enough? What more do I need really?

Guess who thinks I should be wearing a lot more? You guessed it. The older sister.

I've always been natural. What you see is what you get. Why be someone else when I can be me?



So what is it that these other women want? A validation that their style is best? Is imitation really the ultimate form of flattery? Would these women really want everyone around them to look like them? If we all dressed the same wouldn't they then resent that they no longer looked unique?

I'm not sure what their motivations are.

Have you ever had these kinds of incidents happen to you? What did you think motivated the people who were trying to change you?

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Spend the Summer with ttq (Tara Taylor Quinn)

Happy June Everyone!!

I woke up this morning to some good news!


Summer has just begun and it's crazy already.  I have four releases this summer and find myself in the middle of a snowball that's rolling in quite a fun way.  I'm on tour for the next six weeks - and would love for you all to join in the fun.  We're going to be visiting a lot of new to me sites - top ten reviewers, book blogs with thousands of followers who love to read, and some pure romance sites, too.  There are a couple of social games, a Facebook party, and lots and lots of giveaways and prizes. 

Wanna play?  Readers are Pinning or posting to other social media, a picture or quote about their love of summer, or summer fun.  Even a picture of you and your family on vacation.  Or you and a friend at the beach.  The top five pictures or quotes will be chosen by the tour company and everyone who attends the Facebook Party on Thursday night July 16th, will vote on the winner.  A summer basket full of goodies and many free books will be the prize.  To enter, click here:

ttq Summer Lovin'

Even if you don't have time to follow the tour and enter to win daily and weekly giveaways, you can still enter to win the grand prize:

There's a VISA gift card there!  To enter simply click here:  Spend the Summer with ttq Grand Prize

For a full tour schedule, or the link to join us at the Facebook party check us out here:


There are a lot of great reads out this summer!  One for every day.  And now, with Supers, if you read eBook style, you can get four in one!  Don't miss our Super anthologies!!  All four new releases each month in one convenient package with a price break included!

Hope to see you on the road!

Monday, June 1, 2015

June 2015 New Releases!

Her Cop Protector
Sharon Hartley

One hot Miami mystery 

Homicide detective Dean Hammer has two dead bodies on his hands and just one connection: a pretty activist named June Latham. She swears her only concern is rescuing the tropical birds she loves, but something isn't adding up. As Dean begins to unravel the mystery of June's troubled family, he realizes she's in danger.

But that's not all. Dean's hotter for June than even the sweltering Miami weather can explain. Now if only she would put aside their differences and let him protect her… Otherwise she'll be next in the sniper's scope. 




A Family Come True
Kris Fletcher

It started with a kiss… 

Ian North is the one person Darcy Maguire can always count on. So when her daughter's biological father shows up unannounced, she knows Ian will do whatever it takes to help. A kiss, however, is the last thing she expects.

Suddenly their little white lie is out of control. They're spending Father's Day with Ian's family and lying about being a couple. Only pretending isn't enough for Darcy anymore. Ian is the best father her daughter could have, and she's ready to make it official. But how can she know for certain where the lie ends and reality begins?




About That Night (In Shady Grove)
Beth Andrews

One night…and a whole lotta trouble! 

When it comes to men, Ivy Rutherford never loses her cool. Ever. Then she meets wealthy, green-eyed cowboy C. J. Bartasavich, and desire burns out of control. Yeehaw. So for one night, Ivy will indulge in a passion neither of them will forget…and walk away without a backward glance.

Except now Ivy's pregnant. And even worse, C.J. has come to her hometown of Shady Grove determined to get to know her and be part of their baby's life—even if she's convinced their attraction is purely physical. Because Ivy can't let herself rely on a sexy cowboy…or worse yet, fall in love with one.  




The Good Father (Where Secrets Are Safe)
Tara Taylor Quinn

Starting over…again 

It seems a lifetime ago that Brett Ackerman wanted to share his life with Ella Wales. He really believed he could put his abusive family history behind him…until he realized it would always be part of him. Then he pushed her away. Hard.

Now Ella's back as part of the High Risk Team at The Lemonade Stand, the unique women's shelter Brett founded. And she needs his help with a family crisis. But even now, Brett can't admit he still loves her. Until one night of passion with Ella turns Brett into the one thing he fears the most—a father.
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