Thursday, January 30, 2020



Beautifully Scarred by H.P. Davenport is #ComingFeb20th! Don’t miss this emotional read which tells a story of two people destined to be more and experience their heartbreaking journey.


With her past firmly behind her where it belongs, Juliette has made a career out of turning her scars into art. She uses her skills to help others cover the evidence of their pain, too.

But some scars are too deep, too painful for anyone to hide completely.

Juliette has everything she could ever need--great parents, her dream job, the best friend a girl could ask for, and a new body to warm her bed whenever she wants. With her focus firmly on the here and now, she never expects a kiss from a stranger to throw a bomb in the middle of her carefully constructed life.

Every wound leaves a scar.

Every scar tells a story.

Her story left her beautifully scarred.

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Jerry approaches with my drink, clearing his throat. “Here ya go, sweetheart.” Jerry eyes the man standing next to me. “What can I get you?”

Lifting the tumbler to my lips, I enjoy the satisfying burn from the mouthful I swallow.

“I’ll have what the beautiful lady is having.”

Feeling the weight of his stare, I look over at him. The black T-shirt molds to his body, revealing broad shoulders, a core of solid muscle, and a lean waist. If I look close enough, I may be able to count the number of abs he has. His deep blue eyes lock with mine for a long moment. Starting at my feet, he does a slow sweep over my body. My nipples harden while I watch his cobalt-colored eyes as he appraises my entire body.

He leans into me, and I get a strong whiff of his fresh scent, like warm laundry fresh out of the dryer. His head dips to whisper next to my ear. “You fucking the old guy?” His voice is hoarse and sexy as fuck. His breath against my skin causes a fire inside my body to burn. What the hell is the matter with me? I had sex the other day, I should be good for a little while. Although I crave the touch of a man, I have a full drawer of toys to serve their purpose when needed.

I pull back, putting some space between us, and I laugh. “Excuse me?” My eyes bore into him.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “He called you sweetheart when he delivered your drink. When I walked up, he looked at me as if he was staking his claim on you. I want to make sure I’m not poaching on another man’s territory.”

His flawless complexion alone would make anyone do a double-take. But it’s not his face that draws my attention as much as it is the artwork decorating his strong arms down to the tops of both hands. Parts of a back piece peek out above his shirt on the back of his neck. The rich outlines of his shoulders strain against the fabric. His dark hair is wild and mussed, looking like he just ran his fingers through it.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I’m not with him, nor have I ever been.”

I trace the rim of my glass with my finger, trying not to focus on his beautiful face. I divert my eyes to the television mounted to the wall above the bar and attempt to ignore his presence.

“Has anyone ever told you your eyes are beautiful?”

Without taking my eyes off the game, I reply, “If you think that line is going to get you anywhere with me, you better try harder. I’m not that type of girl.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice he arches a brow. My comment must have hit a nerve. “Trust me, you’d want to come home with me. Know that for sure.”

His remark sure as hell got my attention. My eyes widen, and I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks. Every hair on my scalp stands at attention, every skin cell tingles, every neuron is on fire. What the hell is wrong with me?

I anchor my attention on the hot as fuck man standing next to me. For some reason, his comment makes me want to study him more. I lock eyes with him, wanting to ask what he wants from me. Instead, I lift my drink to my lips and take a deep mouthful, letting the liquid warm my throat.

My thoughts run away from me, fantasizing about how hard his body is beneath his fitted shirt, how his body would feel against mine, how good he would fuck me.

I shake myself from the spell this man has cast upon me. My heart beats erratically in my chest as I wrap my hand around the tumbler in front of me.

He’s attractive: his hard jaw, his sharp nose, his dark hair. There’s a twinkle in his eye; I’m not sure if it’s arrogance or self-assurance. I know from the way he stands, presents himself, he’s used to getting what he wants. This man surely has no issues attracting women.

I would fuck him. I want to take him home and have him fuck my brains out more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life. A shiver runs through my body just thinking about what those hands could do to me. What his mouth would do to me.

My eyes take in the man standing before me. He is something, that’s for sure. I bring my gaze back up to his, pausing briefly at his mouth.

He leans both forearms on the bar, studying me openly. He looks as if he belongs on the cover of Inked magazine. His dark unruly hair is perfect on him, shaved short on both sides, revealing his tattooed scalp. His jaw is rugged and chiseled with a hint of a five o’clock shadow that gives him an even more manly aura. Blue eyes the color of the ocean and dark lashes capture my attention.

I tip the rim of the glass flirtatiously against my lip, finishing my drink. He runs the tip of his finger over my left arm, and goosebumps cloak my inked skin. Leaning back, I put some distance between us. I don’t like men touching me unless they’re invited to. The fact that my body reacted to him the way it did infuriates me.

He is too good-looking for his own good as he smiles warmly at me. His teeth, even and white, contrast pleasingly with his olive skin. “Nice work.”


“You don’t see many girls with full sleeves.”

I smirk. “I’m not like most girls,” I reply, playing with my lip ring.

He smiles proudly. “I can tell.”

My brows furrow. “Really?” This is uncharted territory for me. One, a man never makes me feel uncomfortable around them. I can play the game. I’m always the player, never one to be played. But something about this guy has me uneasy.

He points to my empty glass. “Can I get you another drink?”

Swallowing the knot in my throat, I simply nod while I play with my tongue ring. This is my most beneficial piercing. I’m able to play with it by rolling it around in my mouth at times when I’m stressed, anxious, or nervous. Hence why I’m doing it now. It helps me relax. I can do it without being visible to other people. A better coping mechanism than what I used to resort to years ago, but that’s in the past.

He raises his hand in the air, gaining Jerry's attention. “Can I get two more?”

With his attention back on me, he lets out a low whistle, pointing to my left arm. “Your pieces are good. You can tell the artist knows the craft.”

“Do you think I’d let some half-assed artist work on me? Not gonna happen. Not on my dime.” Jerry places our second round of drinks in front of me.

“Any good shops in the area?”

“As a matter of fact, there is. A place not too far from here called Novocain. Best artists in the tri-state area.” Jerry inserts himself in our conversation before I can reply.

A knowing look moves over Jerry’s face, and I shake my head, chuckling at his comment.

“I’ll have to check it out.”

“You new in town?” I ask, compelled to find out more about him.

He lifts his drink to his mouth and takes a mouthful, then sets his glass down on the bar. “Yeah, moved here last week,” he replies with a dimpled grin.

Damn, this guy is good-looking.

“Do you have a name?” His deep voice does things to me.

“I do.” Biting my lip ring, I shift uncomfortably on my feet.

He leans in, shifting closer to me. “You gonna give it to me?”

I swallow hard as a shiver runs down my neck. Putting a little distance between us, I lean back, looking into his eyes and extend my hand. “Mills.”

His face instantly shifts into a devilish grin. Something stirs in my chest.

He takes my hand in his. “It’s nice to meet you, Mills. I’m Lee.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You think you’re something, don’t you?” I examine him through curious gray eyes.

Lee smirks, running his hands through his ink-colored hair. “Not at all. What makes you think that?” he asks with a cocky smile on his face.

I scoff. “Just a vibe I get. I’m pretty good at reading people.”

A ghost of a smile touches his lips, making him even sexier. “Then read me.”

He rolls his glass between his palms then takes another drink, eyeing me thoughtfully.

Lifting my hand in the air, I raise my pointer finger in the air. “One, you’re good-looking, but I’m sure you already know.” I lift my middle finger to join the other. “You’ve got the bad boy vibe going for you, and I’m quite certain girls throw themselves at you, and I’m even more certain you catch each and every one of them.”

Every single female in this packed bar has their eyes on him and can’t look away. There’s something captivating about him.

He looks around the bar as if he can read my thoughts. He smiles, undoubtedly thinking about it.

With three fingers held up, I continue. “You’re not used to being turned down because it doesn’t happen often.” I lift my fourth and final finger. “You carry yourself with confidence, which you should. From the work I can see, your ink is remarkable. The artist who did them knows the art quite well. I’m even impressed, and that doesn’t happen easily.”

“You hit the nail on the head with a few, but not all,” he replies, his voice low and husky.

Leaning forward, we are now eye to eye; only our breaths separate our mouths. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear.”

My tongue slides out to flick my lip ring, drawing his attention to my mouth. His eyes travel to my lips, then meet my gaze again.

His gaze darkens, and his voice lowers intimately. “I’m picky with who I fuck.”




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Saturday, January 25, 2020



The Art of Holding by Beth Ann Burgoon is LIVE! #OneClick today!


Life happens, whether you’re ready or not. All you can do is hold on and go along for the ride.


That’s the motto Hadley Jones lives by, and for good reason. Most of the women in her family have repeated the same pattern. Single motherhood. Working two jobs just to scrape by. For Hadley, wanting more is not an option.

Which is why her friendship with Sam Constable was doomed before it even began. He was sweet, popular, and destined for great things outside their small town. But when he risked one kiss, and told her he loved her, Hadley refused to believe they could ever stand a chance. Hurt and angry, Sam moved to his father’s place in Los Angeles, leaving Hadley alone.

Now, a year has passed. Sam is back and more determined than ever to convince Hadley they’re meant to be. But Hadley can’t forget how Sam deserted her. And when Sam learns of the mistake she made while he was gone, she’ll have to decide whether to let him go again, or finally take a stand and fight for the future—and the boy—she wants with all her heart.

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From Hayley Faiman comes a sexy gritty mafia read that will have your heart racing!

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Benicio Martinelli never planned on becoming boss of any famiglia, let alone the boss of one where he hates every member, especially the Principessa.


She never wanted to be a Ricci, her existence has felt like a fate worse than death. The only bright spot in her short twenty years was a man who ended up hating her.


Greed. Selfishness. Traitors. Spies. Deceit. These are the obstacles that Benicio faces as he takes over the Ricci famiglia. He wonders if it will be worth it, but his loyalty to his boss is what keeps him pushing forward.


A Principessa with a broken crown. A new boss who doesn’t know who he can trust. Misunderstandings, manipulation, and pain have built a wall between them that they may not be able to tear down. Stubborn pride is a hard hill to climb.


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The Better Man by Len Webster is #ComingMarch26th so pre-order today! Don’t miss it!







Savannah Peters thought she kept her one forbidden lover and their soft touches and midnight whispers entangled in the bed sheets of their past. Their secret relationship tarnished by his lies and betrayal.

The basketball star was toxic, and Savannah was … in love.

A dangerous, disappointing combination she had to escape.

Years after Savannah walked away, he returns, pleading for one more chance.

A chance she questions—especially when she sits under beautiful constellations with a man who gives her what her ex couldn’t.


After the stars burn out, Savannah will learn that one man is a painful lesson, and the other might just be the one …

But who will be the better man?


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Thursday, January 23, 2020



Over the Top by Rebecca Sharp is LIVE! #OneClick today!



From bestselling author, Dr. Rebecca Sharp, comes a sexy, winter sports romance with a flurry of suspense that will heat up the slopes and keep you on your toes ...



Ice Princess. Cold Queen.

The best skier in the world who only cares about winning.

It’s what the media claims. It’s what I let everyone believe.

My fiancΓ©’s betrayal taught me not to care about anything except the mountain. Especially not men. Or love.

Kyle Masters was only supposed to be a distraction.

A one night wonder before the Alpine Ski World Cup.

It doesn’t matter if I can’t stop thinking about him.

He wants more. I see it in his eyes.

He wants to be my White Knight.

Too bad for him I don’t need saving.



Everything in my life was great.

Great job. Great friends. And the great alone.

Who would’ve thought it would be so hard

to find a woman who wanted a serious relationship?

And serious was the last thing Jaclyn Blanchard wanted from me. Or so she says.

But after one night, she’s mistaken if she thinks I’ll give up on my stubborn Cinderella.

Especially when danger lurks on the mountain.

She wants more. I see it in her eyes.

But she hides her warm heart behind a frozen shield.

Too bad the Ice Princess can’t help but melt under my touch.


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“You’re not calling a cab,” he bit out.

“Why not?”

“Because I can drive you.”

My spine straightened, immediately going into defense mode. “You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl, I can most certainly call a cab.”

My gasp was swallowed by his mouth as his lips crushed down on mine, his tongue demanding and possessive inside my mouth. If I hadn’t been staring at those lips for the past two hours, I swore I wouldn’t have given in quite so easily.

“Jac, I don’t care how big or small you are,” he rasped against my mouth, biting my lower lip in between words. “I don’t care if you’re Navy SEAL or a ninja. Heck, I don’t even care if you’re a Jedi and you’ve got a lightsaber holstered to your side, I’m not letting you get in a cab alone. So, you can sass me all you want but unless you’re planning on knocking me out, the only cab you’re getting in is the one in my truck, and that’s all I’m gonna say about it.”

Feeling a thousand emotions I was afraid to describe, I blinked in shock as he stalked off to grab his gear and say goodnight to his bandmates.

I didn’t know why I argued with him. I didn’t want to argue with him, but this was me. Independent. Alone. I didn’t rely on anyone, especially a man, because the last time that happened, Evan had turned me into the kind of person I despised and then went and betrayed me for it.


I was sorely tempted to knock him out just for the heck of it, but I really needed him to kiss me again and those things were mutually exclusive.

With a nod, I stood, my black leather pants from the first night we met sticking slightly to the faux leather cushion. I’d opted for another Star Wars tee that I knotted in front of my stomach to make it look vintage fashionable instead of the easy, comfortable pick that it was.

He held the door open even with all the gear in his hands and let me walk out of the building first. My steps slowed sensing his gaze was on my butt. I wanted his gaze on me. I wanted his eyes everywhere because they felt like when the sun comes out from behind the clouds on a cool spring day and you can feel the heat immediately as it bloomed every cell to attention.

I craved the warmth, no matter what it was doing to my frozen walls.

He reached around me and grabbed the passenger door to hold it open and I couldn’t stop my mouth from smarting, “I know how to open a door.”

He waited until I was seated before leaning partially through the frame to reply, “Never said you didn’t, Jac. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should – especially when you’re with me.”

My mouth opened but the door closing had me shut it again.

Whatever. He could have his Charming-complex, I thought with an eye-roll even as my heart thudded harder in my chest, enjoying far too much being around a man who wanted to take care of me.

I turned my head to Kyle when I realized that we were both now sitting in a truck that was running but not moving.

“Didn’t want to interrupt,” he explained, his eyes searching mine like he could see what I was thinking. “Where to?”

My lips parted but Marissa’s address lodged in my throat.

I didn’t want to go back to the apartment. I wanted more time with the man who insisted on holding my coat and driving me home and opening doors. I wanted one more night with Prince Charming before this whole spell ended.

“I’m not giving you my address,” I said smoothly, running my palms over my thighs before crossing my arms in front of me. “In case you turn out to be a stalker.”

“Me?” he asked incredulously. “You’re the one who made me take you to my apartment. You’re the one who showed up at my place of work. And you’re the one who was at my show tonight. Maybe you’re the stalker.”

I glared at him, especially when I saw the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. I should just give him the address now. I should, but I wouldn’t because I wasn’t ready to let go of this night I’d been thinking about all week.

“Not a stalker,” I said, pretending to examine my teal nails. “Just unlucky.”

He chuckled. “So, is this your way of forcing me to take you back to my place again?”

“Oh no.” I shook my head. “I could show you what forcing you would be…”

His deeper laugh was drowned out as he put the truck in gear and pulled out of the lot. Even though I’d only been to his apartment once, the roads there felt like they were engraved in my brain, like an address of sorts – the one I needed to remember in order to get home.

“So, what do you do when you aren’t training or on the mountain?” he asked as we passed over the lamp-lit streets of Aspen, flurries trickling down from the sky.

“Why? Wondering what my plans are once I retire?” I said it lightly, but the way he looked at me was anything but.

“I’m not a reporter, Jac. I’m not asking to try to get the inside scoop on your life or your future. Just want to know about you, that’s all.”

I shrunk back against the seat, knowing I had responded defensively. What else was I supposed to do? That’s all they ever wanted to know. Hobbies to try and speculate what would happen to me when my career was over, anything to try and make me feel vulnerable, to remind me that I couldn’t keep the gold forever.

If there was one thing I’d learned about the public, it was that their fascination to see you rise was only surpassed by their twisted desire to witness your fall.

“I like to watch movies. Especially during the season, it’s easy… and doesn’t require me to leave the house.” I laughed, toying with the knot on my shirt. “I like to make juice, too. It’s allowed on my training diet, so I experiment. Sometimes, I pretend like I’m testing out different flavors to create a menu for my own juice bar.”

“Jac’s Juice?” he asked with a smile.

“Something like that…” He laughed and then so did I, our eyes meeting somewhere in the middle of something neither of us had been expecting.

If my lip was made of thinner stuff, I would have chewed a hole through it in the last few minutes it took to navigate to the parking lot of Kyle’s building. He sent me a glare when I opened my own door to get out of the truck but still managed to grab all his gear and hold every other door that we encountered on the way up to the twelfth floor.

It felt strange to see a place for the second time. My rule was always one night. And that meant one impression of the place before I forgot about it and moved on. This time, I noticed the same things as I did the last, but wondered about them more.

“What’s that for?” he asked, coming to stand in front of me.


“The look on your face,” he said, a large warm hand cupped my cheek. I felt every inch of it, right down to the calloused fingertips that came from plucking the strings on his guitar. I felt every cell on the hands that made me feel warm and safe and cherished in ways I knew could kill me if I found out they were false. Again. “What are you thinking about? What hurts?”

“Nothing.” I turned away again and moved toward the couch.

I heard him growl, his footsteps coming up quickly behind my retreating form.

“What are you running from?” he demanded, reaching for me and turning me to face him.

I should’ve fought him, but I was tired of pushing him away.

Maybe I could have more than one night with him… for just a little while…

“What everyone runs from,” I seethed, stepping into him and pressing myself flush against his interrogating hardness. “Anything that can destroy you.”

His head dipped down and my lips tingled in anticipation, but his mouth didn’t come for mine.

“Well, that’s not me, Jac,” he said softly, instead pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m not here to destroy you.” Another kiss on the side of my cheekbone this time. “I’m not here to hurt you.” A gentle brush of his lips on the tip of my nose. “I’m just here for you.”




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Unicorn Untamed: Turning Sh*t to Sparkle, a journey of messy self-discovery from Lin Reynolds, is coming March 30th, and we have the one-of-a-kind cover!


We’ve all done things we’re not proud of.

We all struggle with emotions we’re ashamed of.

We all have darkness we try to hide.

What if you could learn the tools to take the bad shit . . . and turn it into a beautiful sparkle?

Unicorn Untamed takes you on a journey of messy, uncomfortable self-discovery with some hard truths to help you become a better version of yourself . . . your true unicorn self.


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Lin is a middle-aged unicorn . . . proof that you really can do or be anything. She considers herself a fun enthusiast, a queso connoisseur, and is highly obsessed with Bret Michaels and glitter. She lives in East TX with her husband and 2 fur babies and hates responsibility, spiders, and adulting.

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Making You Mine by New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster is LIVE! One-click today!!


Knox Bentley never liked the pomp and circumstance that came with being wealthy. He’d distanced himself from his pretentious family and their fortune as a young adult and found his own path to success. But even with the world at his fingertips, he realizes something is missing, and after a long stay overseas, he finally knows exactly what it is. His no-strings-attached hookups with Aubrey Stewart, an exquisite and stubbornly independent blonde, are no longer enough for him. They connect on every level, but Aubrey is a fierce businesswoman with a new movie channel on the horizon and no time for much else. She is the deal he can’t close, the precious jewel even his billions can’t buy. Now that he’s back in the States, he’s determined to show her that what they have goes beyond the bedroom and finally make her his.

You may have met LWW Enterprises billionaire Aubrey Stewart in ANYTHING FOR LOVE, and her friends-with-benefits lover (Graham Braden’s business partner), Knox Bentley, in TRAILS OF LOVE. If not, don’t worry! Like all of my books, their story may be enjoyed as a standalone! Buckle up and enjoy the wildly romantic, fantastically fun, ride!

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Monday, January 20, 2020



A Standalone Contemporary Romance

#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Vi






Terminated for inappropriate behavior.

I couldn’t believe the letter in my hands.

ine years.  Nine damn
 I’d worked my butt off for one of the largest
companies in America, and I was fired with a form letter when I returned home from a week
in Aruba. 

All because of a video taken when I was on vacation with my
friends—a private video
made on
my private time. Or so I thought&

Pissed off, I cracked open a bottle of wine and wrote my own
letter to the gazillionaire CEO telling him what I thought of his company and its practices.

I didn’t think he
’d actually respond.

I certainly never thought I’d suddenly become pen pals
with the rich jerk.

Eventually, he realized I’d been wronged and made sure
I got my job back.

Only…it wasn’t the only thing Grant Lexington
wanted to do for me. 

But there was no way I was getting involved with my
boss’s boss’s boss. Even if he was ridicul
ously gorgeous, confident, and

It would be completely wrong, inappropriate even.

Sort of like the video that got me into trouble to begin with.

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Sunday, January 19, 2020


This 5th book in this series was my absolute favorite book. It pulled me in like when I was reading the Virgin River series. I am loving the characters more and more with each book and the addition of Noah, Hannah and Owen along with the big clumsy but loveable Romeo were such great characters.

The story begins with Hannah going to a beautiful home with her team for a team building exercise. Hannah feels as thought she gets nothing out of this team building and leaves. As she is heading out, she stops at Sully's and befriends him.

After Hannah returns home, her friend passes away, willing her son to Hannah.

This is the story of Hannah's new life as she adjusts to raising a small boy and how she finds her HEA.

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Friday, January 3, 2020



Kissing & Telling by Jenna Reed is LIVE!# OneClick today!!



Best friends, could never be lovers…right?


Kissing & Telling is the first book in a brand new series by Jenna Reed aka J.L. Beck and C. Hallman. It’s a friends to lovers romance with lots of gooey goodness.


Everyone knows the rules of friendship, right?


Rule #1: Don’t kiss your best friend.

Rule #2: Don’t have sex with your best friend.

Rule #3: Don’t pretend like it didn’t happen the next day.


Bailey Renshaw is my best friend.


Kind. Sweet as a peach, and so beautiful it should be a crime.


Since we were kids I’ve wanted her, and one time when we were nothing more than teenagers I kissed her. It was the first mistake I ever made in our friendship. Giving her my heart and hoping she felt the same were my second and third.


That night she broke me, ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. Anyone else would’ve hated her for it, but it only made me value her more, and realize that I would do anything I could to keep her in my life even if it was only as a friend and nothing more.


As a permanent resident of the friend zone, I promised myself that I would never cross that line again no matter how badly I wanted to, and I wanted to, badly.


Every time she smiled at me, licked her pink lips, or flashed her doe eyes my way I came a little closer to breaking the rules again… but I didn’t. I couldn’t do that to us. Until one night when we decided to break the rules together.


One Earth shattering night together and I knew nothing would ever be the same.


Friends, or lovers? I don’t know what we are anymore. The rules no longer apply to us.


Now the only question is, can we fix what we had before it’s too late or is our friendship over for good? And all because of one single kiss?


Cover design by T.E. Black Designs


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Jenna Reed is the pseudonym of the international bestselling author duo J.L. Beck and C. Hallman. With a Jenna Reed story you will always find something sweet and funny, with a hint of angst and heat. Each book ends with a happily ever after and leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

If you want a feel good romance novel, pick up a Jenna Reed book.




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