Happily Ever
Alpha
Genre: Alpha Romance
Release
Date: February 13, 2017
20 Billionaires. 20 Sizzling Ways to Fall in Love
20 Billionaires.
20 Sizzling Ways to Fall in Love. Whether your fantasy is a prince or a
self-made man, this set has all the hard-bodied, Alpha billionaires you can
handle. Let our award-winning, best-selling authors take you on a trip filled
with exotic locales, dizzying privilege and heart-warming happily ever after.
Victoria Pinder
– Secret Crush: The House of Morgan
Jina Bacarr –
Come Fly With Me
Opal Carew –
Played by the Master
Eileen Cruz
Coleman – Something Like This: A Secrets Novel, Book One
Margo Bond
Collins – The Billionaire Cowboy’s Speech: A Necessity, Texas Novella
Rossie Cortes –
Risking it All
Tara Crescent –
His Fill-In Fiancée
Michele Dewinton
– Valentine’s Vengeance
Blaire Edens –
Dram Good Love
Nicole Garcia –
Noelle’s Wish
Erin Hayes – The
Royal Trade: A Billionaire Prince Romance
Courtney Hunt –
A Teacher for the Billionaire
Mary Hughes –
Falling for the Billionaire
Sydney Logan –
Songbird
Alix Nichols –
Winter’s Gift
Tierney O’Malley
– To Trust a Wicked Billionaire
Peter Presley –
Nothing But Trouble: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Mandy Rosko –
Arrangement With a Billionaire
Cristiane
Serruya – So Much More
Debbie White –
Finding Mrs. Right
Victoria Pinder –
Secret Crush: The House of Morgan
"I assumed
he was taking over. Did you want that job?"
John's entire
body jumped as if she'd slapped him. "Hell no."
She gulped her
sip fast. She kept saying the wrong thing. Inside his blue eyes was a
kaleidoscope of emotion. Alice remembered that he used to be kind. She rubbed
her lips together. "Then who cares?"
He drank his
wine and scanned the room. After making the rounds with his gaze, he took in
her entire figure with an intensity that made her knees weak. "What is it
you do, Alice?"
"Collins
Organic Farm." She brushed her brown bob behind her ear. "I work for
my family. What is it you do?"
Again, his blue
eyes flashed as if lightning was in his stare. She watched him, hypnotized.
"I work in real estate."
"Liar."
She tilted her head. He definitely didn't work in real estate. She crossed her
arm around her chest. Without another word, she waited for the fallout of her
remark.
His eyebrows
quirked in shock. Then his dimples appeared. "What do you think I
do?"
She met his
smile with her own. "Professional bad boy and poker player. It's what I
always thought."
Jina Bacarr – Come
Fly With Me
Why spend New
Year's alone when you can fly first class with a sexy billionaire?
Opal Carew – Played
by the Master
A story of
Domination and submission, where breaking the rules of the game is where the
fun begins, when Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game in
order to seduce him into granting a favor to save her sister, but instead finds
herself Played by the Master.
Eileen Cruz Coleman
– Something Like This: A Secrets Novel, Book One
Devastatingly
handsome & rich Reece Carter's mission is to win Jadie's heart. Will
she surrender herself to him or push him away?
Margo Bond Collins –
The Billionaire Cowboy’s Speech: A Necessity, Texas Novella
What had
possessed her to strip her shirt off?
He was about to
suggest we quit.
And she didn't
want that.
In fact, she
realized, if I don't quit now, I'm not going to stop at all.
Suddenly, Leta
didn't care.
Tor's gaze raked
across her, snagging on her mouth for an instant before he dragged it up to
meet her own wide-eyed stare. Everywhere his look had touched burned, as if his
eyes had trailed fire across her skin.
His gray eyes
turned smoky, darkening even more with desire as she watched, pinned in place by
the heat he exuded.
The shy,
diffident ranch hand was gone. In his place was a tall, muscular cowboy ready
to take what he wanted.
And apparently
what he wanted at the moment was Leta. As he held her gaze with his, he held
out one hand, lightly closed, and ran his knuckles, slightly roughened from
working outside, down the side of her face. The feel of his skin rasping
against her sent shivers rolling up and down her back.
Tara Crescent – His
Fill-In Fiancée
Cameron needs a
fake fiancee. Enter ex-girlfriend Maddie. Then the past catches up.
Michele Dewinton –
Valentine’s Vengeance
“Don’t like
flying much?”
“When we’re up
in the air it’s okay. I just don’t like the takeoff, or landing, or the bumps
on the way.” The plane staggered through another rough patch and at a
particularly large bump she let out a little squeal.
“We’ll be there
before you know it. Should I distract you?” he asked.
She nodded
grimly.
Looking around
he spotted a man in a black suit, his sunglasses still on and behind him a guy
with a baseball hat pulled down way too far over his eyes. “So Mr Baseball Cap
over there is a major celebrity from somewhere overseas. Big time TV star, one
of those Scottish highland heroes who are so hot right now.”
That got her
attention, she looked where he nodded and a small smile finally tugged at her
lips.
“Only thing is
he doesn’t realize that his show isn’t on cable here yet so no one knows who he
is. He’s hiding, but it’s only making him look like Idiot McIdiotface.”
The snort was
undignified, but he relished hearing it. It was something he’d always liked
about Cara, she was quick to laugh, to find joy in things.
“The guy behind
him, he’s in another league. Was security for the Russian mafia for years, now
he’s undercover with the CIA.”
Cara sat forward
and gave him a little grin. “Not very good undercover,” she whispered. “He
sticks out like a stripper at an Amish wedding.”
It was his turn
to snort and the people across the aisle gave them a look.
Composing his
face, he lent in to whisper in her ear. “He’s a double agent. CIA operative,
posing as Russian bodyguard, but secretly still working for Russia, and having
an affair with the wife of a high level Texan congressman.”
Blaire Edens – Dram
Good Love
“Sorry,” he
mumbled. “I was, uh. . .”
“Staring at me?
Wondering what it would feel like to kiss me?”
He’d wondered if
she felt the attraction, too. Over the past few weeks, he’d thought she was
flirting but he’d told himself he was imagining it. “Maybe.”
“Why don’t you
try it?”
He was used to
being the direct one. Most of the women he dated were too busy playing coy to
ever tell him what they really wanted. “You might like it.”
“That would be a
shame. I was getting used to thinking you were nothing but an ordinary
millionaire.”
Roderick shook
his head. “I’m anything but ordinary.” He leaned closer, inhaling the sweet,
floral scent of her perfume. He toyed with one stray curl, wrapping his index
finger inside the ringlet. “No one has ever accused me of that.”
He pressed his
lips to hers, softly at first, and kissed her softly. She tasted like the sweet
heat of the single malt. She grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and pulled him
closer. He slid his tongue into her mouth and the heat cycling between them
went from smoldering to nuclear. Her tongue lashed against his and every cell
in his body reacted.
Nicole Garcia –
Noelle’s Wish
What happens
when a sexy billionaire meets his match in his feisty new assistant? Chaos,
nothing but beautiful chaos.
Erin Hayes – The
Royal Trade: A Billionaire Prince Romance
She fell for the
wrong prince.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you
doing this? All for your brother’s ex-fiancée?”
I stare at her,
aghast. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She falters, as
if she’s unsure of what to say next. I know because I’m the same way. “Tell
me.”
The command
comes out as a whisper.
I comb a hand
through my hair. How the fuck do you put feelings, pent-up for the past four
years, into a simple explanation?
“I…care you
about Cara. My brother always had everything; the crown, the media attention.
The expectations. Fuck that. I never wanted any of that. But you… you were the
one thing he had that I wanted. And now that you’re not his…”
“So, that’s it?”
she asks, hurt edging into her voice. “I’m just a possession to both him and
you?”
“No, that’s not
what I mean. Dammit, Cara, I—”
Words fail me.
Hell, the whole universe fails me at this moment. So I do the only that comes
to mind.
In one fluid
movement, I force the door open further, grab her shoulders, and capture her
lips with mine.
Courtney Hunt – A
Teacher for the Billionaire
One sexy single
dad billionaire plus one beautiful kindergarten teacher equals one scorching
summer fling.
Mary Hughes –
Falling for the Billionaire
Zan was
considering his approach to the twins when Vicky’s sister Ronnie moved off
toward the restrooms, Vicky waving goodbye.
Heading straight
for Vicky, he called, “Ronnie, wait,” with no volume at all.
He
stopped—coincidentally right next to Vicky—and frowned, putting his hands on
his hips, as if in consternation. “Darn. Missed her.”
Then he turned
to Vicky. Smiled expectantly at her. “Hi.”
“Hi.” A
delicious pink blush rode her cheeks.
He found he
wanted to kiss that pink skin. “I’m Zan Sinclair. You’re Vicky Brooks? I’m
acquainted with your sister.”
“I know.” Her
voice was breathy, oh-so-sexy. “She said.”
Her lips were a
perfect natural rose. He wondered if they’d be petal soft if he kissed them….
“I’ll go get her
for you!” Vicky scooted off.
Lost in her
lips, he was totally unprepared for her flight. He stood there in surprise. He
was wondering what he should do now when she trotted back with her sister in
tow.
Ronnie didn’t
look happy until she caught sight of him. Then her whole face changed, and she
hove out in front of her twin like a barge.
And
Vicky…stopped. She began to turn. He clenched fists. She was going to run away again.
He had only seconds to act or lose her.
He covered the
distance in two strides, catching Ronnie by the upper arm with one hand and
Vicky by the shoulder with the other.
Vicky’s slight
body was warm and soft under his fingers. A distracting surge of sheer need
flooded his system. She looked up into his face, her eyes big and blue.
Her pouty pink
lips trembled.
His whole body
hardened, instantly ready. He almost ignored the people milling around them to
yank her to him, to feel her heart flutter against him, to embrace her, to kiss her…
Sydney Logan –
Songbird
Sitting down on
the bench, I let my fingers drift aimlessly along the keys. I switch on the
microphone and start to play the opening bars of my favorite Fleetwood Mac
song.
Closing my eyes,
I play and sing, allowing the music to soothe my troubled mind. I’m at the
final chorus when I feel someone’s eyes on me. It’s the most incredible
sensation—instinct alerting me to the penetrating stare of some stranger in the
dimly lit bar.
I slowly open my
eyes, and my fingers slip off the keys when I see him.
He’s seated at a
table just a few feet away. His tie is undone, as are the first couple buttons
of his shirt. He gazes at me, and I watch as his finger lazily trails along the
rim of his glass while I struggle to remember the words to a song I’ve loved
all my life.
The man rises
from the seat, his eyes never leaving mine as he picks up his glass and walks
over to the piano. I break the spell, forcing myself to look down and focus on
the keys. Without asking permission, he sits down on the bench next to me. I
take a deep breath and pray for instinct to take over as I finish the song.
After I play the
last note, silence hangs in the air between us until he lifts his hand and
brushes my hair away from my shoulders.
“Play something
else,” he says, his voice deep and smooth against my ear.
I sing, paying
no real attention to the words as we stare at each other throughout the song. I
have no idea how long we sit there, but it’s apparently too long for the
bartender because he announces last call.
The handsome
stranger stands up and reaches for me.
“Come with me,
Songbird.”
The look in his
eye is unmistakable, filling me with a sense of longing and excitement that I
haven’t felt in so very long. I know I’m too tired, too lonely, and probably a
little too tipsy to accept this man's outstretched hand.
I do it anyway.
Alix Nichols –
Winter’s Gift
I hold out my
hand. “Anton Malakhov. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Anna.” She
grants me a brief, but intense, joy of her touch. “The pleasure is mine.”
I go on to shake
hands with her friend without taking my eyes off Anna for a second. There’s no
point in hiding how much she’s impressed me.
Anna. It’s a
beautiful name… even if a touch too formal.
“Does anyone
call you Annushka?” I find myself asking.
“Only my mom.”
She smiles, and
I debate whether I should invite her for a drink right now or ask for her
number. One thing is certain. I must see her again. In fact, I need to see her
as soon as possible, and as often as possible. Preferably, every day.
And every night.
She resolves my
quagmire by ripping a page out of her notebook and scribbling something on it.
Why am I not surprised she carries a notebook and a pen in her purse? I bet she
also has a book or an e-reader somewhere in there. Although I just met her, I feel
like I know her. I can see her inner core, her fundamental essence. It shines
through.
She hands me the
sheet, and I glance at what she’s written. There’s a phone number, her name,
and a meaningless figure under it. I look up at her, about to ask if it’s an
extension.
“This,” she
says, pointing her slender index finger at the top line, “is my agent’s number.
And below is my hourly rate.”
My jaw slacks.
The woman of my
dreams is a hooker.
Tierney O’Malley –
To Trust a Wicked Billionaire
One wicked sexy
billionaire will do everything it takes to win his woman's trust.
Peter Presley –
Nothing But Trouble: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Shannon is the
best thing that has ever happened to me. Big homes, fancy cars, a good body:
none of that matters if you don’t have someone to love you.
My mom is dead.
My dad is dead. Most of my family members are jerks. They only call me if they
need a loan. I’ve got my staff, like Helen. They’re cool, but they work for me.
They could leave at any time. But Shannon is special, and yet, I just can’t
seem to appreciate her.
I’m going to try
hard not to fuck any more women. If I was able to stop eating junk food,
exercise, and get into shape, I should be able to stop cheating on Shannon.
Today, I’m buying her jewelry and a new dress, and then tonight, I’m taking her
out to a 5-star restaurant. She’s my queen, and she deserves it.
Cristiane Serruya –
So Much More
It’s unfair.
He’s become even more… Hannah couldn’t find the term she needed. Handsome
was too calm a word to define him. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual.
Her steps
faltered for a second as Markus’s mouth opened in the slow, seductive grin that
was so his, exuding confidence and animal magnetism. He stretched his hand in
her direction. “Ms. Kristensen.”
Not knowing if
she should be disappointed by him not recognizing her, Hannah took off her dark
glasses. “Hello,”—she stopped herself from calling him by his first name. He
is going to be your employer.—“Mr. Blackthorn.”
He halted
mid-stride, did a double take, and his arm fell to his side as her
heavily-lashed emerald-green eyes bore into his. He frowned. What the
fuck?
He was aware of
his own eyes widening and that he was staring. He was equally aware of the way
her shoulders squared back.
The movement
drew his attention downward to a figure with the elegant curves of what he
could only qualify as a contemporary, tall, and slim statue of Venus, just to
snap back to her face in something akin to shock.
He hadn’t
recognized her at first and that was not a surprise in itself. The last time he
had seen her she hadn’t been more than a bookish, shy, and pretty
nineteen-year-old. She was also the daughter of his father’s housekeeper, and
someone with whom he’d once considered having an affair.
“Hannah.”
His low, smooth
voice slid over her and got under her skin to curl low in her belly.
As he
contemplated her, he pushed his fingers through the strands, mussing the mane
of chopped black hair which would appear too long if he wasn’t so tall and
large.
But whatever
softness the disarray might have imparted to his appearance was countered by
his eyes. They were sharp and dark, a piercing ebony, like the night with no
stars, nor moon; a pitch-black well she once thought she wouldn’t mind falling
into.
Those eyes
landed on her beautiful heart-shaped face and wandered over those full, soft,
plum-rich lips.
Fuck! Recomposing
himself from the most powerful reaction his body ever had to a woman, he held
his hand out to her once more. “It’s been a while.”
His tenor voice
conjured a number of disturbing images in Hannah’s mind: heavy velvet pulled
over naked skin; steel sheathed in satin. Definitely a mass of contradictions
she wanted nothing to do with coupled with a bedroom voice and a commanding
tone. Hannah found herself wanting to lean closer, shock him into kissing her,
just to slap that handsome face, hard. But the kisses would come and she would
not slap him.
Not a while, but
seven years. To Hannah it felt like a lifetime. Since Senator Blackthorn
had dismissed her mother from his household, her life had turned upside down.
It was ironic she was going to be working for and helping the son of the man
who had fired her mother.
She looked at
his hand as if it were a snake and involuntarily, her tongue moistened her
lips.
His gaze zeroed
in on her mouth, but nothing else gave away the vulnerability he had briefly
glimpsed.
Stop. You are
here for the money. She pulled herself back from the torrent of sensual
feelings. Under her steel will, her face went blank and her fingers curled
around his hand, firmly and detached. In an even voice, she said, “Yes, it has
been a while. How are you, Mr. Blackthorn?”
Debbie White –
Finding Mrs. Right
They watched
some love story, chatting in between scenes while enjoying pizza and wine.
Seemed neither one was truly interested in the movie. They cuddled on the
couch, and in between bites of pizza, they kissed. When the movie was over, he
helped clean up the crumbs they’d made and rinsed the glasses out in the sink.
He wanted to show her that he too could be a good guest.
They stood
inside the kitchen with locked gazes, making for an uncomfortable setting. Gabe
wasn’t sure what he should do. He glanced at his watch. When he looked up, Rose
was making her way toward him. “Can you stay the night?” she asked.
Victoria Pinder
grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. She’s worked
in engineering, then became a lawyer. But after passing the bar and practicing
very little, she realized that she hated the practice of law. During all this
time, she always wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. When she sat
down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed doing, writing
became so obvious. She is bold, and brainy like her characters. Her website is www.victoriapinder.com.
Jina Bacarr is a
Kindle Scout winner with her Civil War time travel romance, Love Me Forever.
She enjoys writing to classical music with a hot cup of java by her side,
adores dark chocolate truffles, vintage anything, the smell of bread baking and
rainy days in museums. She always loved walking through history—from Pompeii to
Verdun to Old Paris. The voices of the past speak to her through carriages with
cracked leather seats, stiff ivory-colored crinolines and worn satin slippers.
She always wondered what it was like to walk in those slippers when they were
new.
Hi. I’m Opal
Carew and I write erotic romance for St. Martin’s Press. I’ve been writing
since 1993, though originally I wrote futuristic, urban fantasy, science
fiction, paranormal and contemporary romance. These stories are set in the
present, future, or alternate realities and most of my stories are steamy. I am
now republishing these under the name Amber Carew. As Opal Carew, I write
erotic romances which always have a romance and a happy ending.
Eileen Cruz
Coleman was born in Washington, D.C. to an immigrant El Salvadoran mother and a
Puerto Rican father. She is a graduate of the University of Maryland with a degree
in History. Her award-winning short stories have appeared in numerous literary
journals both online and in print. Before venturing into the indie world of
publishing, she was represented by two New York Literary agents.
She is an
optimist and believes that no matter how bad things may seem, there is always a
happy ending coming around the corner. When she’s not writing, you can find her
gardening, cooking, or watching movies with her family.
She is fluent in
Spanish and English.
She lives in
Maryland with her husband and two children.
NYT bestselling
author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of
explaining the difference between "hanged" and "hung,"
turned to writing romance novels instead. (Sometimes her heroines kill
monsters, too.) Visit her at www.MargoBondCollins.net
Rossie Cortés is
a versatile writer whose career includes over 560 bylined stories in
newspapers, magazines and digital outlets in English and Spanish. She has also
worked as a ghostwriter, speechwriter, scriptwriter, editor and writing
consultant. Her novel Betrayed, a thriller, will be published Spring 2017 and
is currently working on her second thriller, Deceived. She has a double degree
in Marketing and Business Administration from the Inter American University in
Puerto Rico. Rossie was born and raised in Puerto Rico and currently lives in
Miami.
Tara Crescent
writes steamy contemporary romances for readers who like hot, dominant heroes
and strong, sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she can be found curled up
on a couch with a good book, often with a cat on her lap. She lives in Toronto.
Visit her at http://www.taracrescent.com/.
Being a writer
was not what Michele was supposed to be when she ‘grew up’. But over time she’s
discovered she cant fight it, words are her drug. Now a Best Selling author,
Michele lives in New Zealand with her two small, loud, children, a lot of trees
and a big view. She likes her heroines smart and sassy cos girls can do
anything, right? But you can count on men who know just how to make a woman
melt as well. Come on over and pleasure your shelf at http://www.micheledewinton.com
Blaire Edens
lives in the mountains of North Carolina. She has a degree in Horticulture from
Clemson University. She’s held a myriad of jobs including television reporter,
GPS map creator, and personal assistant to a fellow who was rich enough to pay
someone to pick up the dry cleaning. When she’s not plotting, she’s busy
knitting, running, or listening to the Blues. She's the past president of South
Carolina Writers Workshop and an active member of Romance Writers of America.
N.Y. Times
Bestselling author Nicole Garcia has a degree in Nursing, but has been a stay
at home mom for the past 9 years. Her passion is reading and decided to make a
career out of sharing her love for books. Writing and promoting has become a
full time job for her now. Currently she writes steamy Paranormal,
Contemporary, and New Adult Romance, but plans to write other genres in the
future. Hope you will join her in all the fun ahead.
Sci-fi junkie,
video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things.
Sometimes she writes books.
She works as an
advertising copywriter by day, and she's an award-winning New York Times
Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas,
Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection
of geek paraphernalia.
You can reach
her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you
want to debate Star Wars. Her website is erinhayesbooks.com
Courtney Hunt is
a Kindle Scout winner for The Lost Art of Second Chances. She’s also the author
of the Cupid’s Coffeeshop series and the Always a Bridesmaid series. An
attorney by day, she lives outside Washington, DC with her husband and son.
When Courtney isn’t writing, she enjoys photography, sailing, and reading. She
can never resist a craft store. After an early stint as a Disney cast member,
she is a life long Disney addict. Visit her at www.courtney-hunt.com
Who am I? A
lover of stories that crackle with action and love. A mother, a flutist, a
binge-TV-watcher of NCIS, Sherlock, and The Big Bang Theory. Most of all, a
believer in grand passion. I’m Mary Hughes, and I write wickedly funny romantic
comedies and scorching hot paranormal romances, fast-paced reads with
challenging heroes—and resilient heroines who aren't afraid of a challenge. My
books have won contests and been bestsellers, but what I like best is to hear
from you!
Sydney Logan is
the bestselling author of six novels. She has also penned several short stories
and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul. A lover of music, she fills
her playlist with everyone from Johnny Cash to Eminem.
Sydney holds a
Master’s degree in Elementary Education and spends her days surrounded by kids
and books. A native of East Tennessee, she enjoys playing piano and relaxing on
her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.
Alix Nichols is
a caffeine addict and a longtime fan of Mr. Darcy, especially in his Colin
Firth incarnation. She is a Kindle Scout and Dante Rossetti Award winning
author of sexy romantic comedies. At the age of six, she released her first rom
com. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together
and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still loves the romance genre.
Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have made Amazon bestseller
lists, climbing as high as #1. She lives in France with her family and their
almost-human dog. Her website is www.alixnichols.com.
Tierney O’Malley
is a bestselling author from the Pacific Northwest. Today there are paperbacks
and eBooks available for purchase on her list. Her books appeared on KOBO,
Fictionwise, and Bookstrand’s bestsellers list. Ms. O’Malley lives with her
husband and children in Seattle Washington, and is currently working on a new
novel and sets of series she recently sold.
Ms. O’Malley is
always excited to hear from readers.
Piper Presley is
a short fiction romance series author of bad boys, billionaires, and hotties.
(Novellas and novels can be found under her alter ego Peter Presley.) She's a
wife and a mother of two adult children, and she lives in the Midwest. Piper is
a physically fit woman who enjoys running as well as pole dancing for fitness.
When she's not writing, reading, exercising, cooking healthy meals, or
gardening, she's watching way too many true crime shows on the Investigation
Discovery (ID) channel. Her website is: http://www.presleyromance.com/.
USA Today
Bestselling and award winning author Mandy Rosko loves writing paranormal
romances with werewolves, dragons and people with special powers, while
occasionally dipping into Billionaire Bad Boys ^_~ She is the author of the
Things in the Night Series, Night and Day, the Dangerous Creatures Series and
Alpha Bites. Find out more at http://www.mandyrosko.com/books.php
Cristiane
Serruya–or just Cris–lives in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, with her six-foot-six
tall husband, two teenage daughters, and Loki, her Shetland sheepdog. In 2011,
after twenty-two years of practicing law, Cris decided to give writing a go.
And—amazingly—it was just the piece that was missing from the puzzle of her
life. Known for her empowering stories enveloped in heady, sensual romance, she
is the author of TRUST Series, Love Painted in Red, From the Baroness’s Diary,
and The Modern Man. Meet Cris at www.crisserruya.com
Debbie White: I
currently live in beautiful northern California where the hills are dotted with
vineyards and the rocky coast is nearby. The weather is usually warm and you
can find me sitting in my backyard with a glass of wine during the summer or
visiting one of the many wineries in the area. The views from some of these
wineries are spectacular. Animal rescue is dear to my heart and I donate a
percentage of ALL book sales to this very worthy cause. When you purchase one
of my books you are also helping a furry friend with food and shelter while
they await their forever home.
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