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A Gentleman Never Keeps Score

A NEW NOVEL IN THE SEDUCING THE SEDGWICKS SERIES BY CAT SEBASTIAN.

Once beloved by London’s fashionable elite, Hartley Sedgwick has become a recluse after a spate of salacious gossip exposed his most-private secrets. Rarely venturing from the house whose inheritance is a daily reminder of his downfall, he’s captivated by the exceedingly handsome man who seeks to rob him.

Since retiring from the boxing ring, Sam Fox has made his pub, The Bell, into a haven for those in his Free Black community. But when his best friend Kate implores him to find and destroy a scandalously revealing painting of her, he agrees. Sam would do anything to protect those he loves, even if it means stealing from a wealthy gentleman. But when he encounters Hartley, he soon finds himself wanting to steal more than just a painting from the lovely, lonely man—he wants to steal his heart.

 

About the Book

A Gentleman Never Keeps Score
by Cat Sebastian

Series
A Seducing the Sedgwicks Novel

Genre
Adult
Historical Romance

Publisher
Avon Impulse

Publication Date
July 10, 2018

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To celebrate the release of A GENTLEMAN NEVER KEEPS SCORE by Cat Sebastian, we’re giving away three paperback copies of IT TAKES TWO TO TUMBLE!

GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to US shipping addresses only. Three winners will each receive a paperback copy of It Takes Two To Tumble by Cat Sebastian. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Avon Romance.  Giveaway ends 7/23/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Avon Romance will send the winning copies out to the winner directly. Limit one entry per reader and mailing address. Duplicates will be deleted.  CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

 

About Cat Sebastian

Cat Sebastian lives in a swampy part of the South with her husband, three kids, and two dogs. Before her kids were born, she practiced law and taught high school and college writing. When she isn’t reading or writing, she’s doing crossword puzzles, bird watching, and wondering where she put her coffee cup.

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Solomon the Accountant

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Historical Romantic Fiction
Date Published: January 2018
Publisher: EABooks Publishing
 
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Solomon the Accountant is the story of a young man who falls in love with Molly. He first meets her at the funeral of her husband, killed in an accident after less than a year of marriage. She is heartbroken and devastated, with a new love the last thing on her mind. Solomon’s effort gently, carefully to win Molly’s heart is the core of the novel.
The story is set in a middle-class Jewish community in Toledo, Ohio, in 1950. References to television shows, automobiles, the price of clothing, popular music, and other items have been carefully researched. The thread of Judaism, and Jewish home life, is woven throughout.
A side story involves Solomon’s best friend, Herman, and his girlfriend Deborah. She is ready to marry, he is almost but not quite, and Solomon is caught between them as they seek his advice and support.
The novel celebrates respect for family and elders, true love and long marriages, young love with an unusual situation to overcome, all with a sprinkling of Yiddish.
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Excerpt
    Services started at seven-thirty. Solomon had promised he would pick her up at seven, and he pulled up in front of her apartment building at six-fifty. Actually he had left his apartment so early that he had driven slowly the entire way, cars passing him, and still had to sit a half block away for five minutes.
    Solomon felt a strange combination of giddy excitement and absolute calm. He went to her door, knocked twice, not too hard, and soon she opened the door. This time she had on a dark blue suit with a silk blue blouse in a lighter, complimentary shade, and a thin gold necklace. Her only other jewelry were her engagement and wedding rings. They greeted, then he walked behind her to the car. He wanted to be a gentleman, to take her elbow, but didn’t want to be too bold, maybe she wouldn’t want his touch. So he walked close, opened the car door. They drove the short distance to the synagogue in silence, each with their heads so full of thoughts they couldn’t decided what thing to say first, so they said nothing, the silence growing until it became impossible to break. Molly noticed how clean the car was, as she had noticed the cleaned office and the new cushion. When they arrived he parked then got out and walked around to her side of the car. When he opened the door he offered his hand to help her and she took it, her gloved hand light in his.
    People were arriving, single people, couples, families, older people helped by their adult children.  Molly was known to many of them, Solomon to some, since his family belonged to B’nai Israel, and that’s where he usually attended, but easily half of those attending knew Molly or Solomon or his parents or her deceased husband’s parents, and those people looked and noticed and tried not to stare, although a few did, and a few of those already seated even pointed discretely behind their prayer books and made short, whispered comments. Molly noticed but had expected, anticipated the looks and whispers, so she said hello to some, introduced Solomon to others, and he took her lead, relaxed a bit and greeted friends and acquaintances. Soon the service started, and they both got into the rituals, the familiar songs, the comfort of the prayers in Hebrew and English, the worship based on beliefs from so long ago, the days of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. L’dor Va’dor, from generation to generation. During the sermon, their prayer books closed, Solomon’s brain screamed at him to take her hand, but he resisted the urge, the desire.
    The Oneg Shabbat was, as always, a calm, pleasant way to finish the week, first the service and then some time to chat with friends, sip tea or coffee, punch for the children, and eat from a display of twenty or more styles of cookies. Solomon favored the almond cookies, a swirled design with a drop of chewy cherry candy in the center. Molly loved the tiny squares of lemon cake, only a bite or two each, a single piece of walnut on the top of each square. As they walked into the large room that was used for wedding receptions, bar and bat mitzvah receptions and Purim festivals and lessons in Israeli folk dancing and other occasions of Jewish sharing, people worked at not noticing, not staring. Solomon asked her if she would like coffee or tea and she said tea, so he poured a cup for her and one for him. They walked towards the trays of cookies and as they chose he was approached by one of his clients. Talking a bit of shop after services was not unknown. At that moment Molly saw one of her friends, a woman who had attended her wedding, now very pregnant with her first child. Molly walked to her.
    “Hello, Susan. Looks like you’re serious about this pregnant thing.”
    “Oy, Molly, I can’t sit long, he presses on my bladder, I can stand only minutes until my swollen feet kvetch, forget about sleeping, all night long he’s doing pushups and running track like his father did. He should wait until high school to do his sprints, it would be fine with me, but no, three in the morning his little legs are churning.”
    “I hear a lot of ‘he,’ Susan. You sure?”
    “I think so, my mother thinks so, the doctor thinks so. So of course it will be a little girl.”
    “Of course.”
     “How soon?”
    “Three weeks, twenty-one days exactly, that’s the prediction. A little early is fine by me. Meanwhile Harvey has the room all ready, we don’t know a boy a girl, so we found some light blue wallpaper with pink flowers, that should work for either sex for a few years. Did I just say sex? Nine minutes for the man, nine months for the woman. Such a deal! And for the first six months Harvey was still finishing his residency, so I never saw him. Which was good for him, he was spared three months of listening to me throw up. Oh, sorry, terrible thing to say as you try to eat lemon cake.”
    Molly laughed. “That won’t stop me. Watch” she said, finishing off the small yellow square. “So how is the doctor?”
    “He’s fine, knock wood. Look at him over there with his head together with Toplosky and Miller. Three doctors. Wonder if it’s medicine or golf they’re talking about? Not that he got to golf much the last year, but next summer he’ll be out there.”
    “Best place to get sick is a hospital, next best is a shul.”
    “Yeah, and Miller’s OB – GYN. I go into early labor he can deliver the baby right here.”
    Molly laughed again.
    “So Molly, are we good enough friends for me to ask about the man you were sitting with?”
    “Is there some way I could say no to that question?” As Susan looked a bit stricken Molly hurried to assure her. “I’m teasing, Susan, yes we are certainly good enough friends, and I’m glad to tell you. His name is Solomon Wohlman, he’s an accountant, has his own shop. He came to the house when we were sitting Shiva, knew someone in Darren’s family, I think. Anyway, we didn’t… I don’t have an accountant, never needed one, but Darren, may he rest in peace, had an insurance policy and I didn’t know what the best thing was to do with it. Not that it’s a fortune, it isn’t… who buys that kind of insurance? But it was enough that I wanted some good advice, so I asked him and he gave it, really good, clear advice.”
    “So then… wait, the feet just quit on me. Please, come sit a minute.” They walked over to where padded folding chairs were lined up against one wall and sat, one chair between them so they could turn toward each other. “OK, so if this is not a good question, now you really could tell me to get lost.”
    “You want to know what giving me investment advice has to do with Friday night services.”
    “Yes, I should be so bold.”
    “He asked to take me, I said yes. There’s really nothing else to say.”
    “I’m sorry, that was a tacky thing for me to ask.”
    “No it wasn’t. Lots of other people here wondering, I see their eyes turning then turning away. Think it looks like a date to them? Looks like one to me.”
    “You know, we, some of the girls and me, we thought you’d move back home, Chicago, right?”
    “Yes, I thought about it, but I don’t want to go through packing and moving and looking for another job, and my mother would mother me to death, it just wouldn’t work. I like being a school secretary, and I’m thinking maybe I’ll go back to college, get a teaching degree. At least I’m going to go talk to them, see what it would take, how long.”
    “Good for you. You know if you ever need anything….”
    “Thank you. Everyone has been so kind. It’s really amazing.”
    “We look after our own.”
    “Yes we do, but the warmth, the love, its not just yiddishkayt … it’s also been others, Darren’s co-workers, even though he was there such a short time, and my people from school. Lots of love from everyone.”
    Susan reached over, patted her hand. “Good…good.” She paused. “Well, time to take the doctor home, I can spend a few minutes with him. You know what’s good about being married to an orthopedist? They give great massages, know all those muscles and connecting parts.”
    “Those muscles and connecting parts can lead to more children, I’ve been told.”
    “Five, no more. Oy, listen to me, four more times I’m committing to!”
    They hugged briefly then separated. As Molly walked toward Solomon he saw her coming and seemed to conclude his conversation, shaking hands with the man he was talking to and starting to walk towards her.
    “You didn’t have to stop for me, I’m in no hurry.”
    “No, thanks for rescuing me…. I’m happy he’s a success already, enough with the celebration. I’ve heard the story twice before. Are you ready to leave?”
    “Yes.”
    On the way home they talked briefly, mostly Molly talking about Susan and the impending birth, Solomon listening, driving oh so carefully. He walked her to her door, his brain screaming at him again, this time to take her in his arms and kiss her sweet mouth, but reason prevailed, and when she offered her hand for a shake and said “Thank you” he shook it and said “You’re welcome” and then she was in her apartment and he was heading back to his car, happy and a little dizzy from how much he wanted to speak to her of love.
About the Author

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Edward M. Krauss is a writer and mediator living in Columbus, Ohio. He is author of three novels: Solomon the Accountant, a gentle love story set in a middle-class Jewish community in 1950; Here on Moon, a story of deceit, divorce, and recovery; and A Story of Bad, two stories wound together, a murder mystery and a love story. He is also co-author of On Being the Boss, a book about effective crises management and the U.S. Constitution’s application in the workplace.
Before his retirement from the State of Ohio, Mr. Krauss served as a program director, mediator, and mediation trainer. He now is a private mediator, specializing in personnel issues (EEO, grievance, promotion, peer disputes, promotion, termination) and economic issues (land use, development, historical preservation, environmental concerns, investments). He has been approved as a mediator by county courts, the United States Postal Service, the Financial Industry Regulatory Authority, and other entities.
Mr. Krauss is a graduate of the University of Toledo and the Economic Development Institute at the University of Oklahoma.
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Groupie

Title: Groupie
Author: Denise Jaden
Genre: YA Contemporary (with romantic suspense elements)
Publication Date: July 16th, 2018
Blurb:
Kass, never in a million years, would have pictured herself as someone’s groupie, but when Eli and his band score a spot on the hot new reality TV show, Hold That Note, she decides to surprise him in L.A… and hopefully win back his heart.

Denise Jaden’s novels have been shortlisted or received awards through the Romance Writers of America, Inspy, and SCBWI. The first draft of her debut novel, Losing Faith, was written in 21 days during NaNoWriMo 2007 and she loves talking with writers and students alike about her Just-Get-To-The-End fast-drafting process.
Jaden’s other young adult novels include Never Enough, Foreign Exchange, A Christmas Kerril,  and Avalanche. Her non-fiction books for writers include, Writing with a Heavy Heart, Fast Fiction, and Story Sparks.
In her spare time, she homeschools her son, acts with the Vancouver film industry, and dances with a Polynesian dance troupe. Find out more at denisejaden.com.

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As we enter the massive hotel lobby, the hotel manager greets us, and instructs us to pack up.
“The studio is moving you to a suite.”
I raise my eyebrows at Jeff as the manager hands us four new key cards.
“Room 1182.” He smiles and holds a hand out to me. “And may I be the first at the Hyatt to offer my congratulations.”
After he shakes all of our hands, I grin, stupefied, as we make our way to the elevator.
“I wonder what perks we get if we make it through next week,” Jeff says.
“We’ll make it through next week,” Sebastian tells him, always the optimist. “Eli can bring the high. Right, dude?” He nudges my shoulder.
I nod, but can’t bring myself to answer.
We pack up in a flurry of bags and clothes and toiletries. I grab everyone’s toothpaste and toothbrushes from the bathroom sink, figuring we’ll sort them out upstairs. Sebastian and Jeff grab their still open duffel bags and head for the door.
“We’re gonna check out the new digs.” Jeff is already halfway to the elevator.
I’m eager to see it too, but if I know Jeff and Sebastian, they won’t bother coming back down once they’re comfortable in our new suite, and there’s still a lot of stuff left behind. I find shoes in the closet that aren’t mine and a watch in the night stand drawer.
Sonny crouches to roll the sleeping bag he’d prepared for himself on the floor. I fold my clothes so they won’t wrinkle too badly and place them gently into my bag.
When I’m done with my clothes, I head to do a last check of the bathroom while Sonny double-checks under the beds. A knock sounds at the door, probably housekeeping, coming to see if we’re out yet.
“Can you let them know we’ll be done in five,” I call to Sonny.
He grunts out a yes. As I’m leaning over the tub to grab Sebastian’s shampoo bottle, he calls out, “Uh, Eli…?”
I roll my eyes. Even though Sonny’s a year older than both Sebastian and I, he seems the least schooled in life experience.
“Just tell them…” I say as I come out of the bathroom.
And then I promptly drop Sebastian’s shampoo bottle. I don’t even notice if it opens or splatters onto the carpet.
“Kass?”
I blink twice and then I’m barreling toward her, wrapping her in my arms. It takes me several seconds to realize she’s truly, actually here, another several seconds to realize Sonny’s trying to get my attention and ask if it’s OK if he heads upstairs.
“Yeah, go, go,” I say, waving him with the hand on Kass’s back.
She pulls away. “What?”
“No, not you.” I pull her back into me. “Definitely not you.”
We stand there in the open doorway, holding each other. Her heart beats rapidly against my chest, and it might be a minute later, or it might be an hour when it starts to slow.
“You came,” I say, eventually.
“Yup,” she replies in her tough voice, and maybe it’s my need to balance her out, but my reply comes back velvety soft.
“I’m glad you came,” I tell her. “I’ve missed you.”
“Mmm,” she replies, which I’m well aware is the closest thing I’ll ever get to “I’ve missed you too, Eli.”

 

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Saved by You

Title: Saved by You 
Series: Spring Rose Bay Series
Author: K.L. Jessop
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2018
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs
Two broken souls, fighting for freedom…
Victoria.
When I suddenly found myself in a world of darkness and despair, my only escape was to run. It was the only way I knew how to breathe.
Life had been one big sh!t storm and I longed to find the rainbow.
But it never came.
Scared.
Alone.
I was fighting for survival and longed to be saved.
Then it happened…
That little piece of hope finally broke through—creating the release I so desperately needed— and gave me a reason for living.
The night I met a stranger in the dark, he consumed me like no other. He gave me hope, and, even though I still felt the need to run, I can’t—not from him.
However, like everything in my life, it all seems too good to be true, because fate isn’t on my side. It never has been.
Lucas.
I was a man of my word until I made a promise I failed to keep. My world turned grey, my nights even darker, as I suffered in the silence of my own nightmares.
Damaged.
Broken.
I longed for an escape, a distraction from my troubled mind.
Then it happened…
Little did I know that distraction would come with long, raven-black hair and a smile that took my breath away.
She changed me; she changed everything.
From the very second I held her, I knew her heart was scarred too, and I wanted to do everything within my power to fix her.
A life should be lived without fear and all she ever did was try to escape it. I needed to prevent that. I needed to protect her with every beat of my heart and every breath that I had.
But now I’m not sure if it will be enough.
Kate has lived in South West England her entire life just on the edge of Dartmoor where the moorland goes on for days. It’s beautiful, breath-taking and occasionally rather wet. 


She is a dyslexic author and finds things challenging which often leads to banging her head against the wall or searching for vodka. 

Kate loves anything creative, her college years were spent in the art room, she has numerous qualifications in advanced nail art and as well as writing her passion is photography.

She probably swears way more than she should. Her mum makes the best cupcakes in history, and she goes weak at the knees for a guy with a five o’clock shadow.

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The Giving You boxed set by Leslie McAdam

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★★★ NOW IN KU! ★★★
The Giving You boxed set by Leslie McAdam is now in Kindle Unlimited!

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FAQ:

Q: Why is this called the Giving You … series?
A: If you read the titles of all four books in order, they form a complete sentence of what you’d give someone you love: The Sun and the Moon and The Stars in the Sky, All the Waters of the Earth, and the Ground Beneath Our Feet.

Q: Did you try to get the chapter titles to form some sort of sentence.
A: Yeah. That didn’t work.

Q: Does the box set contain anything besides the four titles that form some sort of romantic fancy sentence?
A: Yes. There are bonus short stories and chapters that are not available for sale anywhere else. The titles are:

Four Full-Length Novels:
The Sun and the Moon (which won a prize in the world’s largest online writing competition)
The Stars in the Sky
All the Waters of the Earth
The Ground Beneath Our Feet

Bonus short stories/chapters (which tie into the Giving You … world):
Protostar: A prequel to The Sun and the Moon
Thou Shalt Not Beard
Will’s Perspective
Man Bun Christmas (Winner of Romance short story award)
Summer Grind
Hugo
Snapshot
Amelia’s Boudoir Shots

Q: What genre is this?
A: Steamy contemporary romance

Q: Are there diverse main characters?
A: Yes.

Q: Is there a cowboy?
A: Yes.

Q: What if I don’t like cowboys?
A: You’ll like Will.

Q: What if I don’t like Will?
A: I can’t help you.