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Over 25 Romance Authors are offering 99 Penny books.
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Love’s Hope by Ja’Nese Dixon

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Sandra James has life all figured out, or so she thinks. But her successful business, commitment-averse boyfriend, and her sister’s shotgun wedding threaten her health and sanity. She will run to Love Never Fails Retreat in hopes of relinquishing her childhood dreams and embracing her reality even if it breaks her heart.

This is Book 2 in an inspirational romance novella set in a small Texas ranch that you can read as a stand-alone or as part of the series.

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Ready for Love Romance Series

Book 1: Caramel Surprise

Book 2: Love’s Hope

Book 3: Hidden Desire

LOVE’S HOPE is an inspirational romantic novella that originally appeared in Love Never Fails: An Anthology.

ABOUT AUTHOR

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Ja’Nese Dixon pens tales of romance in various subgenres, including romantic suspense and sweet romance. But her favorites are the ones that manage to keep readers sitting on the edge of their seats lying to themselves about reading “just one more chapter”.

She is an avid reader and coffee drinker living in Houston, Texas with her husband, three children, and diva dog. Visit her at http://www.janesedixon.com.


99c Book Fair and Contest

for a $75 Amazon gift card!

Wait? What? Yes, a drawing for a $75 Amazon gift card AND more than 40 99c books!

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Go check out all these great books, cheap! and enter to win the gift card. 


Book number 8

it’s off to my beta readers…. They are some really good friends. good enough to be honest about what’s missing and what sucks. They’ll also help me name it… I don’t have one yet. Usually the name comes to me somewhere about half way through, but this time I’ve got nothing. When I know what I’m gonna name it, and figure out a release date, I’ll let you all know.


Valentine’s Story and Giveaway.

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Valentine’s day is just around the corner, not that it means a huge amount in the general scheme of the world, but as a romance author, it kind of does mean a lot in my little corner of the world. People tend to try to be romantic at this time of year, and I often find ideas while reading news and social media this time of year. But that’s only part of what it means to me. Valentine’s Day has a much more personal meaning in my house.

I met my husband in June of 1996 (yeah, I know, I’m dating myself here.) I was working at Wal-mart, and living with another guy. We moved in next door to each other… I worked with his boss’s wife and when she found out where I was moving to, she told me she knew the guy moving in at the same time, right next door, and that I needed to go meet him. A week or two later, I caught him outside, went over and introduced myself. We easily became friends, nothing more (remember, I was dating/living with another guy,) and stayed that way for several months. In August, I found another apartment, one closer to the college I was attending and my work, Hubster moved into the apartment next to mine. He was there for about two months before a staff housing apartment where he worked opened up, (he’d been on a waiting list for about 18 months) and he moved there. He was going to school too, so I still saw him quite often.

Just before Thanksgiving I had to have my tonsils out, Hubster was there nearly every day making sure I had everything I needed (yeah, I was still living with that other guy, he was not so great about taking care of me.) Just after Christmas I got rid of the other guy and at the end of January I moved an hour away (in the opposite direction from where Hubster lived at the time) to live with my dad for a little while. Hubster helped me moved, and volunteered to help me get back and forth to class, as I didn’t have a car at the time.

We officially started dating about a week before Valentine’s Day 1997. On Valentine’s Day he picked me up after my last class with a teddy bear and a bag of dark chocolate (my favorite!) I still have that teddy bear. His name is Baby and he lives in the glass cabinet of my headboard, he comes out to sleep with me when Hubby is gone overnight.

I’ll be the first to admit, things moved very quickly between Hubby and I, a lot of people said it was too fast, but I still don’t agree. I had a stepsister who died in a car accident the first week of May that week. Hubby proposed to me that week, and I accepted. He waited until after we’d taken my sister home to Louisiana and buried her to ask my father for permission to marry me. I still smile when I remember that exchange. Hubby was a kind of blown away when Dad asked him “What’re you gonna do if I don’t give you permission?”

Hubby stuttered and stammered for a moment, then replied, “I’ll marry her anyway.”

Apparently it was the answer Dad was looking for because after looking Hubby up and down for a moment (mind you, he was 22, 5’7” and maybe 160lbs. My dad is 6’ and burly, he bears a strong resemblance to Grizzly Adams) and told him he could have his permission.

We were engaged for a month, planning a bigger wedding several months down the road, when I decided I didn’t want to wait. Hubby and I decided one morning we didn’t want to wait, we would just go see a judge and get married the next day. We went to the courthouse to see the JP and he was out of the office. I started calling around and there was no JP or judge in the office in three counties. I later found out that there was a big conference that day and they were all in Phoenix. Our next option was to plan a quick wedding, we contacted the pastor of the church I’d spent the last 5 years attending, she agreed to do the ceremony, after meeting with us for a counseling session, and I started getting other things set up. We put it all together in 2 weeks.

I wore a dress I borrowed from a cousin, we used an arch my grandfather had built for another cousin and the flowers we used to decorate had been from a third cousin’s wedding. Hubby contacted his family (none of which lived closer than five hours away) and invited them.  One of his brothers was at UC Davis and came down to be his best man, my sister was my maid-of-honor, and we did it.

A lot of my friends and family asked me if I was sure, they were afraid I was rushing things, moving too quickly, and that I was too young (I turned 19 in May, got married in June.) I later found out that half of them were sure I was pregnant, because we did it so quickly. I wasn’t, and if I were, it was one of the longest pregnancies on record, as my first child wasn’t born for nearly three years.

Now, I make sure I do something, it doesn’t have to be something big, but it has to be something, every Valentine’s Day. I get chocolate for Hubby and the talking hearts or something for the kids, just a small token for each of them.

This year I’m going to do something for you though! I’ve got swagpacks and eBooks! 2 copies of Change, 2 copies of Jade’s Peace and 3 swagpacks.

Don’t forget, that for a limited time, Escape, the short story prequel to Jade’s Peace is on sale free everywhere, get your copy before the sale ends.

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Guest Author ~ Rachell Nichole

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Layla Morgan is tired of getting into trouble, and getting hurt. And she fears her wild nature is going to strike yet again. But maybe this time, she’s finally met the guy that can stand close enough to touch her inner flames, and not get burned.

Tyler Lachlan doesn’t stand a chance of resisting the delicious distraction of the mystery woman across Times Square. He’s sure there’s more to her than her sultry voice and mahogany thighs, but he doesn’t know if he’s willing to risk his career to find out.

Could what began as a voyeuristic affair across Times Square develop into something more?

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Excerpt:

Layla froze as he came back into view.

Gorgeous. A trim goatee covered his square jaw, making him look distinguished. She’d never thought Times Square was so big and small at the same time. Before, she hadn’t really thought of it at all except with some barely concealed disdain. She watched as he went about what appeared to be normal business, his thick shoulders bunching with every movement. He shuffled a few papers on his desk, sat down, and fiddled with his computer. Not once did he look out his window again. Layla ignored the sinking feeling at his lack of attention.

She refused to open the curtain the rest of the way and try to entice him, as much as she wished to. Because this could be almost as dangerous as another affair with a married man. So she contented herself with watching him until he looked up. Her breath caught in her throat. He shook his head and returned to his work. Could he feel her watching him? He glanced at her again. Could he see her watching him? She held his gaze through the half-inch gap in the fabric and waited, holding her breath until he looked down again. She dropped the curtain.

Her plan to release some steam and settle down had been blown to shreds, because now her stomach was knotted with the what-ifs. The soft carpet against the backs of her thighs tickled, urging her to move. Her body still felt too sensitive, too aroused. She needed to shower and get her head screwed on straight. And stay as far away from her window as possible until she figured out what to do.

Grabbing the edge of the table, Layla pulled herself up and slid off her high heels, using the solid surface beneath her fingers for support. She walked on shaky legs through the living room and kitchenette area, then into her bedroom and to the bathroom, refusing to look back and steal a glimpse. Thank God the curtains in the bedroom were closed too. She set her glasses on the sink. Had he been as turned on as she was?

She closed herself into the bathroom. Mulling over the ideas in her head, she rolled down her black thigh-highs one at a time. Maybe she could leave her curtains open tomorrow morning when she got home just to see what would happen. He probably wouldn’t even be there. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed about that. She shook her head, deciding it didn’t matter.

After unhooking her bra, she tossed it and her panties in the corner with the rest of her dirties. The maids must love me. Though, of course, they did, and she knew it. They’d told her before that they didn’t mind taking care of her, and for that she was grateful. She turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. She let the heat seep into her muscles and relax her shoulders. Sitting down in the tub, Layla grabbed the stopper and let the showerhead fill the basin with water. She lay back until the water covered her stomach, all the while trying to decide if she should give in to her wild nature and torture Mr. Times Square.

 

About the Author:

Rachell Nichole is saucy mama who writes Sizzling Romantic Entanglements. She is the author of An Affair Across Times Square, Spicy with a Side of Cranberry Sauce, and A Marietta Wedding. Rachell lives in New York with a mountain of books, a loving family, and an evil cat named Godiva that she adores.

Find Rachell online at her Website / Blog / Facebook