Kerri Manning returns home with only one semester of college left. She's in pain and trying to figure out what to do with a diagnosis that will change her future. It's hard to dream of happiness, but the new guy in town manages to make her laugh. Can she take a chance he'll stick around?
Eric Hunt is an up and coming sculptor who has grown tired of his fake friends in New York City. He finds himself in the small town of Eureka Springs looking for the passion he used to have for his art. Could Kerri be the inspiration he needs?
My new romance line is currently my best sellers with a consistent number of KU reads. I'm hoping as I get more out the reviews will start coming in. I have a 4.9 out of 5 stars, but only 12 reviews. The good news is those are all from strangers. :)
Frank knelt beside her. “Honey, I don’t understand.”
“It’s nothing.” Her eyes flicked to Eric. His gaze was glued to her, completely undoing any sense of peace she’d managed to gather. She had to put distance between the irrational hope those blue eyes pulled from her. There was one way to do that, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. She focused on Frank instead and glossed over the problem. “Doctor Dahler figured out what’s wrong. I just need to rest, and then I’ll be okay.”
“What did he say?” Frank asked.
“Can we talk about it some other time?” Every inch of Kerri’s skin felt warm from Eric’s look.
Frank glanced at Eric and nodded. “No worries, but let me help you up.” Frank bent halfway down and winced.
“You’ll throw your back out. Just give me some time.” Kerri waved him away.
“I can help.” Eric reached for her again.
Kerri sat on her hands. “No, really. I just need a minute.”
“You’re mom will think I kidnapped you.” He bent down, slipped his arms under hers, and lifted her to her feet.
She stood in his embrace. Warm from head to toe. Her hands grasped his shoulders of their own will. The muscles of his arms felt solid under his shirt as her fingers skimmed downward to rest in the crooks of his elbows. The churning in her stomach turned into a cyclone. Trembling from the current running through her, she lifted her gaze from his chest to his eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Any time,” he whispered back
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Author review: Emanuela Bellani worked quickly and the formatting of the finished product looked great. They responded quickly to messages and I'm very happy with the outcome. Charity AKA River Ford |
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Author review: They did a great job. |
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Author review: Angel was great to work with. She asked for an extension when she needed it and we were able to work out a timeline that worked for both of us. I'm happy with the work and pleased to be doing the second book with them. |
