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Title: One Kind Hand
Author: Christine DePetrillo
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About One Kind Hand:
What would someone accustomed to the glamour of Hollywood and the bustle of New York think about tiny, simple Maplehaven?
Charlene Moyen isn’t looking for a nice guy. With her teasing barbs and badass chopper pilot skills, she needs someone who won’t flinch every time she unleashes her quick wit and daredevil instincts. Unfortunately, Charlie’s small hometown doesn’t have any guys like that. It’s probably for the best. Her parents’ relationship hasn’t provided a rock-solid example of what love is. She wouldn’t even know how to be someone’s true other half.
Charlie is an expert at maneuvering her helicopter though. When an opportunity to feature her chopper in a movie being shot locally arises, she enters her name. She never expects to be filming with her favorite action-adventure actor, Austin Rayhill. Austin is surprised as well. He thought having a female pilot in the movie would be a good marketing move, but Charlie proves to be so much more than that. She pulls him out of his Hollywood world and gives him the dose of reality he needs.
After Charlie lends a hand to Austin during an accident on set, the off-screen chemistry between them soars. Until Charlie’s extreme flying pokes at the one thing Austin fears most.
Is one kind hand enough to bridge two worlds?
One Kind Hand is a meeting-your-movie-star-crush, small-town, contemporary romance that features a tomboy heroine and a famous, big-screen hero who have more in common than they realize.
The One Kind Deed Series, contemporary romance
“The town, the people, the love story… a perfect romance.”
Christine DePetrillo can often be found hugging trees, conversing with dragonflies, and walking barefoot through sun-warmed soil. She finds joy in listening to the wind, bathing in moonlight, and breathing in the fragrances of things that bloom. If she had her way, the sky would be the only roof over her head.
Her love of nature seeps into every story she tells. As does her obsession with bearded mountain men who build, often smell like sawdust, and know how to cherish the women they love. Today she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.
She lives in Vermont with her husband and many woodland creatures who defend her fiercely from all evils.
When Carmine was a little girl, she was told she would hunt monsters. Donning the Red Hood of her foremothers, she never dreamed she would love a Wolf.
Desperate to find a way out of life as a Redhude, secrets begin to unravel her world, and there may be no going back.
A spicy reimagining of the Classic Red Riding Hood tale.
Rachel Starkie is a British Author and resin-making addict forging her own path in the Indie Fantasy genre. With stories as varied as her other creations, she creates worlds full of feisty characters where who and what you love doesn’t matter so long as it’s hot and the villain gets their comeuppance in the end.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Jeeves Reads Romance – “A slow-burning treat, this exceedingly low angst romance is easily one of my new favorites from this writing duo.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Goodreads Review – “This book is full of Max Monroe Hallmarks. Witty banter. Lots of laughs. Tons of self deprecating – in the cutest way – inner monologue.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Catbythesea Reads – “I’ve never read anything quite as amazing as this book, it made me sad, filled with laughter and joy all at the same time.”
A successful writer accidentally sends her new (and super-dreamy) editor the wrong manuscript. Instead of the full-length paranormal novel she promised Longstrand Publishing, she sends the fan fiction she’s written about her crush…on him—including every detail of the hot, steamy “physical activity” she’s fantasized about happening between them.
And Chase Dawson may be the hottest man alive and a super-talented editor to boot, but he’s completely oblivious that he’s the star of the manuscript he just convinced his boss to green-light.
Brooke Baker has been through a lot in her thirty-one years of life.
A divorce.
A career change.
A move to New York City from “small-town” Ohio.
Not to mention, she has a bit of a medical condition that involves occasional fainting spells, mild embarrassment, and the companionship of her adorable service dog and canine sidekick, Benji.
But none of it has prepared her for this.
None of it prepared her for Chase Dawson.
Strong jaw, blue eyes, cut muscles, and a perfect swoop of superhero-worthy black hair, Chase’s features are those of a book boyfriend and then some. Obviously, Brooke would know—she literally filled an entire manuscript with it.
A manuscript no one was ever supposed to see.
Will she survive two months of revising and editing the sizzling romance she imagined with Chase in extremely close quarters with him? Or will the constant white lies and overwhelming attraction make her spontaneously combust?
Backstage passes and heated glances. Life as a rockstar is one party after another. But can life on the road lead to the love of your life?
Read over twenty-five sexy stories of what happens in the spotlight and when the lights go out. Brought to you by USA Today best-selling and award-winning romance authors, in a rockstar collection curated by The New Romance Cafe.
Return to Hummingbird Way Reese Ryan Publication date: April 25th 2023 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
In this heartwarming small‑town romance, can three months, two planning projects, and a meddling grandmother finally make two high school hate crushes see just how right they are for each other?
Ambitious real estate agent Sinclair Buchanan is ecstatic to be her best friend’s maid-of-honor—until she discovers the best man is Garrett Davenport. Sin and Rett’s mutual hate crush ignited when they were teens and hasn’t let up since . . . except for that one extremely hot (and extremely regrettable) night they shared five years ago.
Nothing gets Rett fired up like going toe-to-toe with Sinclair. She’s as infuriatingly stubborn, and as absolutely gorgeous, as when he fell for her back in high school. Working together to plan their best friends’ last-minute wedding is one thing, but when his matchmaking grandmother gets involved Rett knows he’s in deep. Attraction has always simmered between them, but this time, they’re both in danger of losing their hearts.
“Garrett Davenport, how very nice of you to finally show up.” Sinclair sashayed toward him, clutching a clear clipboard decorated with a colorful floral design.
Sinclair assessed him with disdain, flecks of green and gold dancing in those large hazel eyes he’d been mesmerized by from the first moment he’d laid eyes on them in high school. She pursed her glossy pink lips, her nostrils flaring, and planted a fist on one curvy hip.
The bossy little she-devil was infuriating, attitudish, and fucking gorgeous. And she damn well knew it.
Her floral, sleeveless dress showed off her toned arms and sculpted shoulders—a feature he’d never noticed on a woman before, let alone been attracted to. The hem of the flirty little skirt grazed her midthigh, accentuating her tawny brown skin, a shade that landed smack between her father’s dark brown skin and her mother’s olive skin tone.
Sinclair flipped her hair, a deep, rich brown highlighted with ribbons of honey blond, over one shoulder and ran her manicured nails through the waterfall of shoulder-length waves. Her gaze bore into him, and if looks could kill, he’d be lying on the floor stone cold.
“You do realize you’re an hour late to your own best friend’s engagement party.” She leaned into him, speaking in a harsh whisper that only he could hear. “You sure you gon’ be able to show up for the wedding on time?”
Her nasally voice reminded him of Whitley Gilbert’s from A Different World. And just a few minutes into the conversation, she’d already intimated that he was an unreliable slacker. Rett clenched his jaw. Yet, as annoyed as he was, he couldn’t help noticing how hot Sin looked tonight.
“Sorry I’m late,” Rett finally managed. He shoved his hands, balled into fists, into his pockets. “Something came up.”
Sinclair’s gaze dropped to the placket in front of his zipper momentarily. Her eyes widened and her cheeks and forehead flushed. She quickly returned her attention to the clipboard.
Maybe he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t forget their previous encounter.
“It’s always some excuse with you, Rett.” Sinclair wrapped her arms around the clipboard, clutching it to her chest. Her eyes didn’t quite meet his.
Was she clutching the clipboard because he made her nervous? Or was she shielding her body’s reaction after shamelessly ogling him two minutes into their conversation?
It didn’t matter. Because Sinclair Buchanan was as irritating now as she’d been when they’d been forced to hang out together while Dexter and Dakota had dated in high school. She seemed to hate him on sight back then. But he hadn’t helped matters when he’d tried to talk his cousin out of getting serious with Sin’s best friend.
When Dex had suddenly ended things with Dakota the Christmas after he’d left for college, Sinclair had confronted Rett outside his grandmother’s house. She’d been as mad as a hornet and had cussed him out six ways to Sunday—sure he’d been behind the breakup.
He hadn’t been. But he hadn’t bothered telling her so. Besides, as distraught as she’d been, he’d doubted Sinclair would’ve believed a single word he’d said.
Since Dexter and Dakota’s reconciliation, Sinclair must surely have learned the truth: he had nothing to do with Dexter and Dakota’s breakup back then. In fact, he’d been as shocked by it as anyone. But evidently, it didn’t matter, because Sinclair clearly still wasn’t a fan. Though she certainly had been that night in his hotel room, given the enthusiasm with which she’d called his name and the marks she’d left on his back.
“It’s not an excuse, Sin. I planned to be here on time, but I was sidetracked by—”
“Didn’t think you were going to make it.” Dexter approached, holding Dakota’s hand. The two of them looked ridiculously happy, and Rett felt a slight twinge of envy.
“And miss your engagement party?” Rett slapped palms and clasped hands with Dex. “No way, cuz. Been waiting half my life to see you finally tie the knot with this beautiful lady.” He turned toward his cousin’s soon-to-be better half. “Congrats, Dakota.”
“Thank you, Rett.” Dakota’s grin lit her brown eyes. She gave him a big hug. “And for the record, I knew you’d be here tonight. It was these two who were sweating it.” She gestured toward Dex and Sinclair, then glanced around the room. “Mama Mae didn’t come with you?”
“She’s sick and didn’t much appreciate me fussing over her,” Rett said.
“But you did anyway.” Dakota smiled. “The relationship you two have is adorable.”
“’Cause Mama Mae is the only woman who can get him to behave,” Sinclair muttered as she scanned her clipboard. When they all turned to look at her, Sin looked up and shrugged. “What? You know it’s true.”
“Be nice, Sin.” Dakota pointed a finger at her best friend. “You promised you two would get along.”
“Fine.” She flashed Rett a dead-eyed smile and turned up the Whitley Gilbert singsong southern belle voice. “We are so very glad that you could join us this evening, Garrett. I was just about to ask the staff to take the food away. So please make yourself a plate.” She batted her long, thick eyelashes. “In fact, why don’t I escort you to the buffet?”
Dexter and Dakota snickered, and Rett couldn’t help chuckling to himself.
That was as warm a greeting as he could expect from the former beauty queen, who now employed that same charm in her job as one of the island’s top real estate agents. Evidently, she reserved that charm for people not named Rett Davenport.
Sinclair turned and walked toward the buffet, indicating that he should come with. He did, captivated by the subtle sway of her hips as he followed in the wake of her soft, delicate scent. All of it taking him back to that night they’d shared in Raleigh five years ago.
Yes, he’d been an immature jerk to Sinclair in high school. She clearly still held a grudge and had no intentions of letting him forget it. Despite the night they’d shared.
Fine. Because he wasn’t here for Sinclair. He was here for Dexter and Dakota. For them, he’d tolerate Ms. Thing. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun with her.
Sinclair has directed all her attention to ensure the success of her career as realtor and her personal life has been pushed to the side. The upcoming wedding of her best friend has her not only wanting to be there in any way she can but she never expected that it would cause her to reflect if there is more to the way she has been living her life when the man she always seems to be at odds with and spent one night with comes back into her life.
Garrett wants to make amends with the past so he agrees to be his cousin’s best man and show everyone that he is not the person they remember. When he finds himself working with the woman who not only infuriates him but intrigues him the sparks fly and the complications begin.
This is a heartwarming story about love, family and overcoming the past. The attraction between them was never in question but I enjoyed seeing them work through all the challenges they faced and realize that by acknowledging their feelings they could work through everything else.
Author Bio:
Reese Ryan writes sexy, deeply emotional romances with family drama, surprising secrets, and unexpected twists.
Past president of her local Romance Writers of America chapter and a panelist at the 2017 Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, Reese is an advocate for the romance genre and diversity in fiction.
In this Hot Billionaire RomCom, a drunken bar hook-up comes back to bite when Samaera answers a horrific job ad written to attract a male personal assistant, and ‘Sam’ is hired sight unseen to the Big Book Boss of Precious Kitty (Females, not felines!) Publishing House.
Meeting him was a total fluke.
Doing him was a BIG mistake.
Or was it?
He was a beefcake at the bar watching the Yankees game with a bro.
Needing liquor courage for the karaoke contest, Samaera inserted herself.
Tipsy from the drinks and drunk on the win, Dixie Doodle does something stupid.
But … #BestSexEver.
Ten days later, she answers a horrifically worded ad.
Clearly intended to attract a male Personal Assistant to a billionaire mogul.
No woman would want to work for a Boss (dick).
But desperate and fearless, ‘Sam’ applies.
Immediately, she is offered the position.
The catch, she has ten minutes to arrive.
Rushing by the outgoing personal assistant, she crashes into Boss Dick’s office.
On her knees, she hears, “You’re not a man. Get out!”
But Samaera is a fighter, not a quitter, and threatens a sexist lawsuit.
To which an all too familiar voice from the bar answers:
“Then grab a condom for your heart, honey. I’m going to f—k your feelings.”
Then Bastian realizes who was hired, and he proceeds to rewrite her job duties.
Her feelings are not the only thing he intends to f–k.
Her mantra becomes, “Do a good job. Don’t do him—again.”
But his demand that she be with him 24/7 could prove to be too much.
If only his body wasn’t chiseled and his lips weren’t sculpted.
And she didn’t know how BIG Book Boss is!
Join Samaera and Sebastian for a hot whirlwind billionaire romantic comedy full of steamy scenes in this opposites-attract, grumpy-sunshine new release by #4 Amazon Chart Author Jessika Klide.
Claiming her would mean dragging her into the darkness of my world, which is why I have stayed away… until now.
To protect herself, she told a lie, pretending to be my fiancé.
Never knowing it would get back to me.
But as head of the Romanov family, nothing escapes my notice, including her.
Now to prevent bloodshed, our fake engagement has become real… very real.
My little girl is about to learn the consequences of her lie, is her complete submission to me.
And if she doesn’t, she will feel the sting of my belt.
Roman is a powerful man in a mafia family. He was attracted to Billie from their first meeting a couple of years earlier but didn’t pursue her as he wanted to protect her from his lifestyle. When circumstances unfold and she pretends she is his fiancé he is about to let this opportunity pass him by.
Billie has tried to distance herself from Roman due to his lifestyle, but she escapes a dangerous situation by pretending to be engaged to Roman. She believes it is only a short-term situation but it doesn’t take long for her to realize that not only is her life being threatened but her heart as well.
Billie’s sassy personality is the perfect challenge for the possessive protector in Roman as he shows her that he can give her everything she didn’t know she needed.
My dad has been the coach of the Charleston Coyotes for as long as I can remember. All the time I’ve spent in ice rinks has taught me two things:
1.) I will NEVER date a hockey player.
As a single mom, it’s not like I have time for romance anyway.
2.) Nothing smells worse than hockey players after a game.
And I work as a dog groomer, so I have experience with smelly animals.
It’s amazing how quickly my rules are forgotten when Darius walks into my pet salon.
Tall, dark, and tattooed with rippling muscles and a perfect smile must be my kryptonite, because I find myself agreeing to go out with him.
But we’re both keeping secrets we’re not ready to share. And when they finally come out, everything changes between us.
I do my best to keep my distance from him.
Yet, the more I fight my feelings, the more I find myself wanting the winger.
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Although Darius may have brought his dog in for a grooming once he meets Evie, the groomer, he leaves with so much more. There is no denying the attraction he feels for her and he likes the fact that she wants to be with him for who he is and not his career.
Evie is trying to pursue her dreams while being the best mother she can be. The one rule she has is that she doesn’t want to date a hockey player. By the time they realize that he plays for the team her father coaches feelings are involved and that isn’t the only complication they must overcome.
A cute dog, a delightful daughter and two engaging characters take us on a fun and romantic journey that has you looking forward to more stories set around the Charleston Coyotes.
Jacob Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker, and junk food lover.
A USA Today bestselling author of sports romance and romantic suspense, Jacob plans on writing many more stories.
I was once her captive, her pet, but I became more.
The husband.
The father of her children.
The savage king to this branch of the Synful Syndicate.
I once pledged to do whatever it took to keep her safe, and now, I’ll do whatever it takes to punish the one who made the mistake of stealing from our family.
About the Author:
Xavier Neal is a best-selling romance author who enjoys hopping from sub genre to sub genre like a game of Hopscotch she can’t resist.
In between writing, she loves to read (everything from romance to self improvement books), watch movies (old and new), eat too much Tex-Mex (her Chuy’s t-shirt collection is out of control), and watch AHL hockey games LIVE (preferably against the glass whenever possible).
She currently resides happily in Texas with her bearded husband “Lumberjack” and their two fur babies.
💜Echoes of You Sneak Peek💜
USA Today bestseller, Catherine Cowles, has a sneak peek of her upcoming friends-to-lovers, small town romance, Echoes of You, coming May 2nd!
MADDIE
His fingers found the buttons on my shirt, though he paused for a moment, silently asking for permission.
I nodded, my heart hammering against my ribs. A million different emotions warred inside me. Want, anxiety, excitement, fear. But most of all, hope. For this moment. For us.
Nash’s fingers deftly unfastened each button. But he seemed to be in no hurry. My hands lifted to the top buttons to help the process along.
“Don’t.” His voice was all husky smoke.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been dreaming of peeling the clothes from your body for as long as I can remember. And I’m going to enjoy every damn second.”
My eyes flared as my hands fell back to the mattress. “Oh.”
Nash leaned over me, his lips skimming the column of my neck. “I’ve dreamt of how this skin would feel. How it would taste. I’ve come to pictures of you in my mind more times than I can count. And I know the real thing will ruin me forever. But it’ll be so damn worth it.”
My breaths came in short pants, my fingers fisting in the sheets. “Nash…”
He pulled back, moving from button to button. “Hmm?”
His focus was zeroed in on each expanse of skin my parted shirt revealed as if it were the most riveting sight he’d ever seen. Nash’s thumb circled my belly button. It was the most innocent of movements, but it had everything in me drawing up and winding tighter.
“Please.”
Nash unbuttoned another clasp. “Don’t rush me.”
I squirmed in place, a million curses on the tip of my tongue. But two could play this game. I ran my bare foot up the inside of his leg from his calf to his thigh to what stood at attention between us.
“Maddie…” he growled.
I grinned. “What? If you get to touch, I get to touch.” I stroked Nash through his sweatpants.
The sound that slipped from his lips wasn’t altogether human. Nash took both sides of my blouse and tugged. The remaining buttons went flying across the room.
I gaped at him. “You did not just do that.”
Nash grinned as he slid the blouse down my arms. As the fabric parted more, he stilled, his gaze zeroing in on the kaleidoscope of colors on my side.
I swallowed. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
His fingers lightly skimmed the marred skin, then he bent and ghosted his lips over the fading bruises. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. That I didn’t—”
I grabbed Nash’s tee and gave a hard tug. “No. It’s not on you. And he doesn’t get a place here. Not when it’s you and me. Not when I finally have what I’ve wanted all these years.”
Nash took my mouth in a long, slow kiss. “It’s you and me.”
“Always you and me,” I whispered against his lips.
About Catherine Cowles
Writer of words. Drinker of Diet Cokes. Lover of all things cute and furry, especially her dog. Catherine has had her nose in a book since the time she could read and finally decided to write down some of her own stories. When she’s not writing she can be found exploring her home state of Oregon, listening to true crime podcasts, or searching for her next book boyfriend.
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