The newest book in my MANHATTAN DINNER CLUB series is being release today!! Here's a bit about SHINE YOUR LOVE ON ME.
Brooke Felson had a hot career on
Madison Avenue, hot boyfriend and a place near Central Park. She lived the good
life until, piece-by-piece, her world collapsed. Shattered and rootless, Brooke
seeks direction from her past. Will grandmotherly wisdom and a handsome writer
help her find real love and rebuild her life?
Excerpt #1
She ripped from his grasp. “Don’t do me any favors. I’m
okay. I can make it on my own. I have been for a long time. I don’t need Lloyd, and I don’t need you.” She stumbled, starting to fall as
the dogs pulled her toward the corner.
Pres caught her. “You need help.”
She looked up into his concerned eyes, and her control went
south. “I do. I do need help. I do,” she said, as tears flooded her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks. She fisted his
shirt, burying her face in his chest, and sobbed.
Pres folded his arms around her, holding her steady against
him. “Damn. Honey,” he whispered, as he kissed her hair.
Brooke fastened hers around him in a vise-like grip. Unable to catch her breath, she hiccupped instead.
“Easy, easy, sweetheart.” Pres spoke, as if to a panicked
horse. “Slow down.”
Excerpt #2
She glanced into the
dining room. Three women and two men sat at the table drinking coffee and tea
and laughing. “You’re right.” She blinked rapidly as she laid out the food on a
platter.
Pres pulled out a
handkerchief and handed it to her. As she wiped her
eyes, emotion choked her. Covering her face, she cried. Pres pulled her to him
and turned his back to the doorway, shielding her. He held her close, stroking
her head.
“You’re smart. You’ll
find something else,” he whispered.
Brooke leaned into
him. The fragrance of his clean T-shirt mixed with his scent and a pine aftershave calmed her. She rested her palms
flat against his chest, enjoying the hardness of his pecs. “You have friends.
You’re strong. You’ll be fine.”
He’s right.
I’ll be okay. Somehow, I’ll get through this.
“I’m here, any time
you need me.” His words were like a balm to her raw spirit. He emanated a
healing vibe, strong and warm. She snuggled into him. Pres didn’t move.
“Hey, you two, get a
room or get out here! We wanna cut the cake,” Harry
called.
Brooke stepped back
and snapped to attention. Pres smiled down at her. “We’re giving that old man
ideas.”
Love, pugs, treachery, humor. This book has it all. Get it here: SECRET CRAVINGS