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Bianca This entire mess started when my older brother’s best friend got hired to be my bodyguard.
Colton Keller has been keeping an eye on me ever since he came to live on our ranch. The wall of muscle wrapped in mysterious darkness has spoken less than five words to me in the same amount of years.
But now that Colton’s position is official, he follows me like a reclusive shadow. I try to ditch him at every turn, but he never lets me get too far.
Just as I’m about to get more creative with my evasive maneuvers, a threat to my safety pushes him to the extreme.
Colton I’m obsessed with my best friend’s younger sister. There’s no other way to describe my desire for Bianca Benson. It’s another secret saddled to me.
But then her brother assigns me to watch over the reckless rodeo princess, as if I haven’t been doing that already. What started as an obligation to protect her has grown into a necessity. It’s the only part of her that’s mine. At least until my past resurfaces to haunt me.
Bianca bucks my restrictive methods as complications force my hand. She wants answers that I’m not ready to share. I’ll only surrender once she’s ready to admit the truth.
My infatuation might’ve started it, but hers will save us.
Now that I’ve graduated college, I’m expected to join the family accounting business even though I hate everything to do with finance.
What’s not expected? Getting stuck in a small town on my way home after a tornado nearly destroys my Jeep, or the lonely single dad and his adorable pre-teen daughter who offer their spare room for my stay.
Sometimes the most unexpected things can lead to the best life decisions.
Length: 78,000 words Series: standalone Prior Reading: n/a Genre: contemporary, small-town Tropes: Low to mid-angst, Age gap, Small town, Forced proximity, Precocious daughter Trigger/Content Warnings: Domestic violence of a side character (allusion to and discussion of domestic violence involving a side character in two chapters by the MCs, as well as a heavy in-depth discussion after a violent incident, that lasts for one chapter between the side character and the MCs), Traumatic foster/adoption experience by a side character (involved discussion between MCs in one chapter), Both MCs caught in tornado, Hospital visits Designer/Publisher: self-published & designed
I’ve put off going home after graduating as long as I can, but there’s no excuses left. My cubicle-filled future is here whether I like it or not.
Until I drive into a huge, terrifying tornado, that is.
Now I’m stuck in a small town while I wait for my Jeep to get fixed. Thankfully, the adorable young girl who survived the twister with me talks her dad into offering me one of their spare rooms, so I don’t have to waste money at the local motel or contend with the gossipy motel owner.
Maybe I should’ve declined the offer, but there’s something about her dad that makes me think he’s desperate for another adult to talk to.
I’m only in town for the week, but that’ll be plenty of time to give him a reprieve from his hectic, but lonely, life. If only he didn’t turn out to be everything I was looking for….
Daniel
My pre-teen daughter is convinced that I’m sad and lonely, and that my life would be infinitely better with someone to share it with. Even if that was something I wanted to explore, my farm takes up too much time and energy to consider a night out.
Meeting someone new isn’t on my radar at all, until a gorgeous guy literally falls at my feet in his effort to escape the small twister that sideswipes the local gas station.
Less than an hour later, my daughter invites him to stay with us while he’s stuck in town.
Maybe I should’ve said no, but there’s something about him that makes me want to help and protect him.
I’ll admit that I find myself wildly attracted to him. If only he wasn’t so much younger than me….
Twister is a standalone story featuring an overworked farmer who loves his daughter even when she’s trying to set him up with young strangers, a recent college graduate who doesn’t love the idea of spending the rest of his life stuck in a cubicle, and a love story that blossoms in a small town with some very colorful residents.
The romance between Marshall and Daniel is incredibly sweet, beginning under dramatic circumstances—a tornado. Daniel and his twelve-year-old daughter, Rose, are at a gas station when the storm begins to unfold. As they take shelter and wait for the danger to pass, Marshall pulls off the freeway, also seeking safety.
An instant connection sparks between Marshall and Daniel, with the ever-wise and observant Rose—an all-knowing preteen—playing a key role in their story. I've never experienced a tornado myself, but this book made it clear how terrifying it must be.
EXCERPT:
Five hours later, and I was on the ground and twisted up like a pretzel.
The tornado warning had been extended, which meant we’d been stuck down in the shelter for longer than any of us had anticipated, but it had been surprisingly fun. The weather guy was still talking away in the background, but now his voice was mixed with the sound of Bucky snoring from his spot next to Rose on her sofa.
“Left hand, red,” called Rose from her perch, watching us carefully for any stumble.
Both Daniel and I grunted as we shifted into place.
We’d all been taking turns playing Twister for at least an hour, with Rose winning all the games she played. She took immense delight in being the judge, watching us force ourselves into more challenging positions each time she called out a new instruction.
I was beginning to wonder if Daniel had a little sadist in training on his hands.
“Right foot, green,” she said when neither of us toppled over.
“Oh shit,” Daniel muttered under his breath at the same time that I realized what position that would put us both in.
If we moved where she had told us to, he’d be draped entirely over me, with barely an inch between us.
Not for the first time, I wondered if she was doing this intentionally. I looked over at Rose, who had the widest grin I’d seen yet on her face before she gave me an incredibly obvious wink.
Holy fuck, this girl was doing her best to act as my wingman. Wing-girl? I didn’t know if I should be impressed or terrified.
Wait.
That meant that Daniel wasn’t straight, right?
Shocked, I blinked at the implied confirmation and tried not to get too excited.
“Come on, guys. Right foot, green,” she repeated. “I know you can do it.”
Daniel glared at her, only to have her wiggle her eyebrows back at him.
Letting out a shaky breath, I slowly moved my right foot to the easiest green dot I could find, trying hard to keep my dick off the ground, performing a perfect plank that was going to tire me out way too quickly for me to be in any way proud of.
Once I was in place, Daniel sent an apology my way before he shuffled into place.
As expected, he was now draped over me. He was so close that I could almost feel the heat emanating from him.
I swallowed hard when I felt my cock start to thicken. Christ, I needed to think unsexy thoughts. Moldy cheese. Week-old gym socks. Naked octogenarians.
“Hold, please,” Rose said giddily before she got up from her seat and began circling us. “I need to make sure your feet haven’t drifted.”
Oh God.
Every exhale Daniel made drifted over my skin like a warm summer breeze. His forehead dropped as he tried to see what Rose was doing down near our feet. With his hair tickling my neck, I stared at the floor directly below me, trying desperately to keep my thoughts PG.
“Oops,” Rose said, sounding like an evil genius at work. “Sorry, Daddy Danny, you need to move your foot just ever so slightly to your right to be in the correct position.”
Resigned, Daniel’s head dropped down even further to rest against my nape for a moment before he raised it enough to apologize to me once again. “Sorry, Marshall.”
I nodded stiffly, then swallowed my groan when I felt him move above me. Getting into this new position had his jean-clad cock thrusting against my ass. He struggled to settle, which meant that we were rubbing against each other for far longer than we should have been. It was all too easy to imagine us naked, him stretching my hole with his giant cock as he pushed into me.
Oh God.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I closed my eyes and waited impatiently for Rose’s next instruction, trying hard to pretend I was anywhere except under the guy I was really beginning to want to fuck me so hard, I’d feel him for days.
What felt like minutes went by before Daniel eventually called out, “Rose? What’s the next instruction?”
“Oh,” she said distractedly. “Hang on.”
My arms started to shake from holding this position for so long. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold still for much longer, and from the way Daniel was trembling as well, it appeared he was in a similar boat. “Rose?”
Another few long seconds later with nothing forthcoming from Rose, and Daniel collapsed on top of me, taking us both to the floor, dissolving in a tangle of limbs and an audible oomph.
“Oh, would you look at that? The tornado warning’s been lifted,” Rose said gleefully. “What a shame. Well, I’d love to play all night, but I’m so tired—” She paused her quick rambling to let out an obviously fake yawn. “—I think I’ll go to bed now. Night, Daddy Danny! Night, Patriarchal Marshall! Come on, Puppy Bucky!”
And with that, she tossed the spinner to the sofa, which startled Bucky enough to wake him, before scrambling to get up the stairs as quickly as her long legs could take her, Bucky hot on her heels.
about the author:
Kayla is a budding new Australian author who feels incredibly lost when needing to talk about herself (especially in the third person), preferring to let her stories speak for her. When she's not writing, she can usually be found on the couch wrapped in a blanket burrito, with her head in a book. That type of existence suits her introverted heart well, much to the chagrin of her extroverted relatives. She freely admits that she doesn't know what the heck she'd doing, but she hopes she's at least learning as she goes. She's thankful that you've looked her Amazon bio up, and hopes that you'll give her stories a chance (and will hopefully enjoy them).
Length: 60,000 words Series: The Declan Hunt Mysteries Book #3 Prior Reading: recommended Genre: detective/mystery Tropes: Mystery, Hot Detective, Age Gap, Workplace Romance, Canadian Romance, Multiple POV, Hidden Past Trigger/Content Warnings: While the murders in this book are not graphic, there are three deaths in the book that are described in general terms. There is a description of a ghost that has been burned in a fire...not graphic, but it could be triggering for someone who is triggered by fire. The sex is mostly closed door or fade to black. Publisher: Entwined Publishing
The Burnt is the third book in the Declan Hunt Mysteries series.
Finding work-life balance isn’t always easy when you’re sleeping with the boss. Charlie Watts is stressed as he studies for his private investigator’s license, starts taking on his own cases and navigates his relationship with Declan Hunt. He thinks he can handle it, but every time their relationship is going well, work always gets in the way.
While Charlie investigates a threatening note that appears to be from a boy who mysteriously disappeared ten years ago, Declan tries to find the meaning behind the final words of a man who was brutally murdered. As Declan and Charlie work to solve these mysteries, secrets from the past are exposed, Charlie is haunted by ghostly dreams and Declan is forced to confront some terrible truths from a hidden past.
Ultimately, the truth will be revealed, but at what cost? And will Declan and Charlie be able to solve the mystery of where they want to go next with their relationship before things at work take a terrible turn?
Each book had me completely hooked and this book is the best one yet! Intrigue, mystery, suspense plus perfect storytelling . You may wonder that as they work together they may not have much of a work life balance , never fear Charlie and Declan have much time upstairs in Declan’s flat!
Every character is solidly written and are relatable and so very memorable. Mrs B has returned! Great humour great book.
Recommend 100%.
about the author:
The Burnt is Peter E. Fenton's fifth novel (and the third in The Declan Hunt Mysteries series)
Peter’s first novel, The Woodcarver’s Model was released by Pride Publishing in April of 2022 and was a four time nominee in the Goodreads M/M Romance Readers’ Choice Awards.
Following the success of the first book, Pride Publishing released The Declan Hunt Mysteries series which includes Mann Hunt (nominated for a Goodreads M/M Romance Readers’ Choice Award and recently translated into Spanish), and Hoodoo House, (also a Goodreads M/M Romance Readers’ Choice Award nominee and just released in Spanish).
2024 also saw the release of the critically acclaimed teen novella Not Not Normal, published by Lorimer Press.
Peter’s previous work was focused on writing for the stage, with award-winning productions of The Giant’s Garden, Newfoundland Mary, Bemused, and The Detective Disappears being produced across the country.
He spent many years working in palaeontology in remote locations including the Canadian Rockies, the Northwest Territories and Nunavut.
Peter lives in Toronto, Canada with his partner of more than twenty years, Scott White. At heart, he is an incredible romantic.
The hockey star, the influencer, and the deal of a lifetime.
Ty I’m going to the pros, baby! Deal made, contract signed. Now all I have to do is finish out my final season at Smithton and stay out of trouble. I like to have a good time, but don’t worry, I’ll behave.
What I won’t do is talk to that double-crossing influencer who’s been badgering me for an interview. No thanks.
I know Walker’s type—sweet as pie on the outside, a shark on the inside.
Get this…he wants to make a deal that sounds a lot like a bribe.
Not interested. No way.
But I am curious.
Walker I’ve never worked so hard for an interview in my life. Ugh!
Look, I get that Ty doesn’t like me. As in…he won’t return my calls and avoids me like the plague on campus.
Too bad. I’m not giving up.
I don’t want to beg, but I’m willing to barter. Every man has his price—and something to prove.
Even Ty.
Something to Proveis a low-angst, geek-jock MM bisexual college hockey romance featuring a hockey star and the adorkable influencer who’s determined to win him over…
Sue me. I’d liked the peppy redhead’s vibe and though I’d deny it with my last breath, I’d thought Walker was cute with his wayward curls, tawny-brown eyes, and tight compact body.
But that was before he’d sold out my best friend.
I knew Langley and some of our other teammates thought I was being unreasonable and that Walker had atoned for his mistake, but he was done-zo in my book.
I gave a curt nod and spun away.
Langley followed, flinging a quick, “Later, dude” over his shoulder.
“Hang on! Ty, may I have a word, please?” Walker called.
I wasn’t going to reply. I didn’t owe him an explanation, and I was pretty damn sure he knew the score anyway.
But Langley grabbed my elbow and leaned into my space. “Be nice, Ty. New school year, blank slate, and all that.”
“Bullshit,” I coughed under my breath.
“C’mon, Jett forgave him. You can afford to be magnimonious too.”
“Magnanimous,” I corrected.
Langley rolled his eyes. “Whatever the fuck. The point is…you’re going to the AH-fuckin’-L. No reason to be bitter, right? At least hear him out.”
With that, Langley strode away, leaving me to deal with the annoyingly cheery Walker Woodrow.
I was a good six inches taller and outweighed him by at least thirty pounds of muscle. My height, brawny size, and less-than-sunny demeanor should have been intimidating, but Walker was apparently immune.
“Congratulations are in order,” he gushed. “AHL…wow! And to Jacksonville, no less.”
“You’re a hockey fan?” I heard myself ask out of the blue.
“Honestly, I think everyone at Smithton is—or they will be, knowing they’ll be able to root for one of our own in the pros.”
That wasn’t really an answer, but his smile was more brilliant than the last. It made him incandescent, as if he had some kind of inner glow.
I had to admit, Walker had a good TV face. He wasn’t classically handsome, but that spark in him transmitted nicely on-screen. It made him interesting, and it made it seem as if he were interested in you. An excellent quality for a talk show host. Or a con artist.
“Thanks,” I replied tersely. “I have to get going.”
“I’ll walk with you.” He fell into step beside me, uninvited. “I know you’re probably busy getting ready for classes. I just finalized my schedule and bought a few online textbooks. OMG, highway robbery. Am I right? I can’t believe how much collegiate e-books cost.”
His melodic laughter rang between the buildings like birdsong.
Do not cave. He might look pretty, but the man is rotten to the core.
I stopped in my tracks. “Is there something you wanted?”
“Actually…yes.” Walker bit into his bottom lip and gave a sheepish look. “I’d love to interview you for What’s New, Smithton? Our audience will go nuts for a chance to hear all about the draft, how it’s changed your life so far, what you imagine life will be like in Florida next year, and…what it’s like being an out bisexual athlete on the rise. The interview itself is generally thirty minutes long. Super low-key. We could meet at the rink or at my—”
“No.”
He recoiled as if I’d punched him in the gut. “I…uh, I can work around your schedule, of course, and—”
“No,” I repeated.
“Um…is there a problem?” Walker asked carefully.
“No problem with me. I just don’t want anything to do with you. And I’m not going to change my mind.” I stepped away from him, relishing his pointedly shocked expression. “Tell your followers that’s what’s new in Smithton.”
Okay, not my best line, but it did the trick. Walker blinked like an owl, stunned into silence. Good.
I quelled the strong desire to flip him off, settling for the nasty sneer I usually reserved for riling opponents on the ice. Curled lips, ugly stare with dead eyes…not pretty at all. He flinched, which kinda made me feel bad. But fuck that. My anger was totally justified, and it pissed me off that he dared to pull the innocent act.
Did he really think I’d forget what he’d done? Not fucking likely.
Maybe he didn’t owe me an apology, but I certainly didn’t owe him my time.
I hoped he’d gotten the message loud and clear ’cause this—right here, right now—was the last interaction I’d ever have with Walker fucking Woodrow.
about the author:
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write. She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying! Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
Length: 60,000 words Series: The Declan Hunt Mysteries Book #3 Prior Reading: recommended Genre: detective/mystery Tropes: Mystery, Hot Detective, Age Gap, Workplace Romance, Canadian Romance, Multiple POV, Hidden Past Trigger/Content Warnings: While the murders in this book are not graphic, there are three deaths in the book that are described in general terms. There is a description of a ghost that has been burned in a fire...not graphic, but it could be triggering for someone who is triggered by fire. The sex is mostly closed door or fade to black. Publisher: Entwined Publishing
The Burnt is the third book in the Declan Hunt Mysteries series.
Finding work-life balance isn’t always easy when you’re sleeping with the boss. Charlie Watts is stressed as he studies for his private investigator’s license, starts taking on his own cases and navigates his relationship with Declan Hunt. He thinks he can handle it, but every time their relationship is going well, work always gets in the way.
While Charlie investigates a threatening note that appears to be from a boy who mysteriously disappeared ten years ago, Declan tries to find the meaning behind the final words of a man who was brutally murdered. As Declan and Charlie work to solve these mysteries, secrets from the past are exposed, Charlie is haunted by ghostly dreams and Declan is forced to confront some terrible truths from a hidden past.
Ultimately, the truth will be revealed, but at what cost? And will Declan and Charlie be able to solve the mystery of where they want to go next with their relationship before things at work take a terrible turn?
EXCERPT:
Declan was unsettled by the news his father had delivered. Archie Whitcher is dead. He’d never thought he’d see the day when that man would pay for what he’d done to his son. But Archie’s last message… Who the hell is Milo? And why did Archie want me to know about him? Maybe Declan could find something in his notes from the last time he’d encountered Archie Whitcher—notes he hadn’t looked at for a number of years. Declan opened the large cupboard in his office that contained the safe. Inside, underneath various boxes and binders, was a file folder labelled Freddy. He placed it on his desk, poured himself a scotch, then sat down and opened the file. Declan looked over the photocopies of the pages of his old police notebook. While Declan and Gary Sawchuck had been the ones who had discovered and dealt with the identification of Freddy’s body, the investigation had been turned over to a Sergeant McKeckran. Declan had encountered the homophobic asshole again just last year. McKeckran had tried to close the file on the Ian Mann case because he was sure the victim was gay. Years before, he had swept the Freddy Whitcher death under the same carpet. Declan knew the case had never been adequately investigated. The rage returned. There was nothing of value to be found in the notes other than stirring up a painful memory. Declan placed a quick call to Gary Sawchuck. A gruff voice answered on the other end. “Yeah.” “Gary, it’s Declan. I got your message. Are you still on the scene?” “Forensics is wrapping up for the day. We’ll be back tomorrow, but the body’s gone and we’ve been through the preliminaries. I’ll keep you posted if there’s anything else that pertains to you. You got any idea what Archie was talking about when he used your name before he died?” “Nope,” Declan replied. “All right, Gary. Thanks. Keep in touch.” Declan disconnected. He wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight unless… He knew what he needed to do next.
The Burnt is Peter E. Fenton's fifth novel (and the third in The Declan Hunt Mysteries series)
Peter’s first novel, The Woodcarver’s Model was released by Pride Publishing in April of 2022 and was a four time nominee in the Goodreads M/M Romance Readers’ Choice Awards.
Following the success of the first book, Pride Publishing released The Declan Hunt Mysteries series which includes Mann Hunt (nominated for a Goodreads M/M Romance Readers’ Choice Award and recently translated into Spanish), and Hoodoo House, (also a Goodreads M/M Romance Readers’ Choice Award nominee and just released in Spanish).
2024 also saw the release of the critically acclaimed teen novella Not Not Normal, published by Lorimer Press.
Peter’s previous work was focused on writing for the stage, with award-winning productions of The Giant’s Garden, Newfoundland Mary, Bemused, and The Detective Disappears being produced across the country.
He spent many years working in palaeontology in remote locations including the Canadian Rockies, the Northwest Territories and Nunavut.
Peter lives in Toronto, Canada with his partner of more than twenty years, Scott White. At heart, he is an incredible romantic.
The final chapter. The ultimate test. The fight for love. tear them apart?
Length: 65,000 Series: Soho Knights Book 5 (final in the series) Prior Reading: recommended but not essential Genre: contemporary Tropes: hurt/comfort, age gap, second chances, neurodivergent rep, daddy kink Trigger/Content Warnings: Talk of childhood abuse, acts of violence, talk of bereavement Designer: Emily's World of Design
Jason is successful, confident, and unlovable. Living in the heart of Soho with his found family brothers, he masks his trauma with more sass than you can throw glitter at. After love burned him once, he vowed never to let it happen again. One night, one time, no attachments. That’s how he survives and protects his heart.
Patrick knows loss too well. His husband’s sudden death shattered his world, and he believes he’ll never feel that kind of connection again. Then Jason storms into his life. A pint-sized spitfire with haunted eyes. Fifteen years younger than him, a boy who he shouldn’t want but can’t resist. Patrick’s daddy instincts are to hold, to heal, to care, but Jason refuses to be saved.
Their undeniable attraction spans a year of push and pull, as all of Jason’s brothers find their happy endings around him, leaving him with the possibility of being alone, as he has been all his life. When Jason gives into his desire for Patrick, his past mistakes come back to bite him. His ex-husband, a ruthless mob boss, wants him back. And he doesn’t care who gets hurt in the process.
In the explosive final chapter of the Soho Knights series, all the questions will finally be answered. Will everyone’s baby brother, Jason, finally get the happily ever after he truly deserves, or will it come at the price of another devastating loss?
Patrick and Jason, I’ve been waiting for their story! It’s a daddy/boy romance, and “Broken Promises” is the last book in the awesome Soho Knights series. I’m going to miss these guys. I devoured this book in one night because it’s so well-written and flows perfectly.
Jason is a little firecracker that Patrick wants and needs. It’s heartbreaking to read about Jason’s tough childhood and how he turned his life around as a teen and young adult— ! Patrick, being a widower, wasn’t looking for a relationship until he met Jason. Jason needed someone to take care of him, and Patrick stepped right up in that role.
Jason’s sass is hilarious, and Patrick knows just how to handle him. Overall, this book is riveting! What an amazing series.
I’ve been waiting for Patrick and Jason’s story, and Broken Promises was worth the wait! This daddy/boy romance is the final book in the amazing Soho Knights series, and I’m really going to miss these characters.
Jason is a fiery, sassy little spitfire, and Patrick is the steady, caring partner he never knew he needed. Their chemistry is electric, their story heartfelt, and the writing is smooth and engaging—I devoured it in one sitting. A perfect end to a fantastic series!
Oliver Takely is a passionate MM romance author who revels in dark, edgy stories featuring complex, flawed characters. With years of writing experience and a creative day job, Oliver Takely is also an avid reader of MM romance, consuming 300 books in 2023. His favourite trope is enemies to lovers, but is also a sucker for a feel-good Christmas romance. Originally from the north, Oliver now resides in the south of England with his husband and their beloved fur baby, who is treated like a princess, living their own happily-ever-after straight out of a romance novel. When not writing or reading, he enjoys holidays and indulging in lots of good food, because who doesn’t love a delicious combination?
Length: 78,000 words Series: standalone Prior Reading: n/a Genre: contemporary, small-town Tropes: Low to mid-angst, Age gap, Small town, Forced proximity, Precocious daughter Trigger/Content Warnings: Domestic violence of a side character (allusion to and discussion of domestic violence involving a side character in two chapters by the MCs, as well as a heavy in-depth discussion after a violent incident, that lasts for one chapter between the side character and the MCs), Traumatic foster/adoption experience by a side character (involved discussion between MCs in one chapter), Both MCs caught in tornado, Hospital visits Designer/Publisher: self-published & designed
Now that I’ve graduated college, I’m expected to join the family accounting business even though I hate everything to do with finance.
What’s not expected? Getting stuck in a small town on my way home after a tornado nearly destroys my Jeep, or the lonely single dad and his adorable pre-teen daughter who offer their spare room for my stay.
Sometimes the most unexpected things can lead to the best life decisions.
Marshall
I’ve put off going home after graduating as long as I can, but there’s no excuses left. My cubicle-filled future is here whether I like it or not.
Until I drive into a huge, terrifying tornado, that is.
Now I’m stuck in a small town while I wait for my Jeep to get fixed. Thankfully, the adorable young girl who survived the twister with me talks her dad into offering me one of their spare rooms, so I don’t have to waste money at the local motel or contend with the gossipy motel owner.
Maybe I should’ve declined the offer, but there’s something about her dad that makes me think he’s desperate for another adult to talk to.
I’m only in town for the week, but that’ll be plenty of time to give him a reprieve from his hectic, but lonely, life. If only he didn’t turn out to be everything I was looking for….
Daniel
My pre-teen daughter is convinced that I’m sad and lonely, and that my life would be infinitely better with someone to share it with. Even if that was something I wanted to explore, my farm takes up too much time and energy to consider a night out.
Meeting someone new isn’t on my radar at all, until a gorgeous guy literally falls at my feet in his effort to escape the small twister that sideswipes the local gas station.
Less than an hour later, my daughter invites him to stay with us while he’s stuck in town.
Maybe I should’ve said no, but there’s something about him that makes me want to help and protect him.
I’ll admit that I find myself wildly attracted to him. If only he wasn’t so much younger than me….
Twister is a standalone story featuring an overworked farmer who loves his daughter even when she’s trying to set him up with young strangers, a recent college graduate who doesn’t love the idea of spending the rest of his life stuck in a cubicle, and a love story that blossoms in a small town with some very colorful residents.
Kayla is a budding new Australian author who feels incredibly lost when needing to talk about herself (especially in the third person), preferring to let her stories speak for her. When she's not writing, she can usually be found on the couch wrapped in a blanket burrito, with her head in a book. That type of existence suits her introverted heart well, much to the chagrin of her extroverted relatives. She freely admits that she doesn't know what the heck she'd doing, but she hopes she's at least learning as she goes. She's thankful that you've looked her Amazon bio up, and hopes that you'll give her stories a chance (and will hopefully enjoy them).
