Alpha Hero/Emotional Scars/ One True LoveRelease Date: March 9, 2026ย
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Photographer: Wander Aguiar
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Thereโs nothing quite like going home.
Breathing in that fresh Montana air with the woman I love at my side is something only the luckiest of men ever get to experience.
And Iโm one of them.
After surviving a deadly virus, false imprisonment, watching the woman I love nearly die, and a dishonorable discharge, things are finally looking up.
I got the one thing I wantedโto return to Murky Falls Ranch and take over with my brothers.
But things are never what they appear. The ranch is no longer a ranch. I pulled my brother out of a fire set by a man who hates our family, and there are several new additions to the family I was not expecting.
I thought the worst was over, but now Iโm beginning to wonder if Iโll ever knowย how forever feels.
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My stomach churned as we approached Parkerโs family ranch, and it wasnโt just because I suspected I was pregnant.โDo you see that third peak to the right?โ Parker pointed out the windshield. โThatโs where the edge of my familyโs ranch is. Murky Falls is over there. Thatโs where our ranch name came from.โ
I nodded, trying to take it all in while also fighting the urge to leap out of the SUV and run back home. What was I thinking, agreeing to move here when I hadnโt even met anyone in his family first?
Mountains painted the midnight landscape as far as the eye could see. It should have been beautiful and welcoming, but an odd sense of impending doom told me this wouldnโt be the wonderful welcome he thought it would be.
โBlake,โ Parker said, shooting me a curious glance. โAre you okay?โ
โOf course,โ I grinned, attempting to keep the fear and urge to puke from showing on my face.
โThen why do you look like I just told you weโre getting married?โ
The smirk on his face eased the tension in my body just a little. โWell, we did come out here with the intent of starting over.โ
โJust not getting married right away. Trust me, I havenโt called your family for a shotgun wedding.โ
My head snapped so fast toward the passenger window at his words that I nearly pulled a muscle in my neck. If only he knew how close we were to using that phrase.
โHere we are,โ he announced, stopping at the open gates of the ranch.
An emblem of Murky Falls Ranch greeted us on either side of the entrance, sealing my fate. There was no turning back now.
โItโs been years since I was home,โ he murmured. โItโll be good to see everyone.โ
In order to do that, weโd have to actually drive forward, but I wasnโt exactly yelling at him to get moving. The delay was the only thing holding me together at the moment.
But just as I thought that, he pulled through the gates toward my doom.
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โญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธ Amazon Review –ย Hard Rock Bottom of Your Heartย by Giulia Lagomarsino “Some of her best writing…Holy cow, this book! I was immediately immersed in Murky Falls! I could not put this book down. Im excited to read the rest of the series!”
โญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธ Amazon Review from C. Luna – “Real Good Manย by Giulia Lagomarsino is the kind of small-town romance that sneaks past your defenses with humor, heart, and a slow-burn love you didnโt see comingโbut end up rooting for with your whole chest.”
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I’m a stay at home mom that loves to read. Some of my favorite titles are Pride and Prejudice, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Horatio Hornblower. I started writing when I was trying to come up with suggestions on ways I could help bring in some extra money. I came up with the idea that I could donate plasma because you could earn an extra $500/month. My husband responded with, “No. Find something else. Write a blog. Write a book.” I didn’t think I had anything to share on blog that a thousand other mothers hadn’t already thought of. I decided to take his challenge seriously and sat down to write my first book, Jack. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing. From there, the stories continued to flow and I haven’t been able to stop. I hope my readers enjoy my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Between reading, writing, and taking care of three small kids, my days are quite full.
Iโve lived my whole life in a golden cage, the captive daughter of a powerful mafia don. When my father arranges my marriage to Vincenzo Vici, a cold-blooded assassin from a rival family, itโs a death sentence. For both of us. Because my father uses our engagement to slaughter the Vicis and take their territory.
But he makes a grave error. He doesnโt kill the most dangerous Vici of all: Vincenzo himself.
Iโve never met my intended fiancรฉ, so when I stumble upon a handsome, bloodied stranger being tortured in a laundromat in the middle of the night, I follow my instincts and save his life.
Big mistake. The man I saved is Vincenzo Vici, and when he discovers Iโm the woman who led his family to slaughter, I realize there are circles of hell my father never showed me.
Vincenzo should kill me. He wants to kill me. Instead, he decides to make me pay in a different wayโby holding me to our arranged marriage and exacting his revenge on me.
But Vincenzo isnโt the monster I expected. His ruthless kisses light up my soul. His darkness is a dangerous addiction. And when my father hands me poison and orders me to finish what he started, Iโm caught between two impossible choices: loyalty to my own blood, or devotion to the darkness that sets me free.
Authorโs note: Cruel Savior is a standalone MF arranged marriage mafia romance with a virgin heroine and a possessive and obsessed alphahole. There is no cheating and no other women. The story is dark, dirty, and delicious, so please read at your discretion.
Lilith Vincent is a steamy romance author who believes in living on the wild side! Whether itโs reverse harem or M/F romance, mafia men and bad boys with tattoos are her weakness, and the heroines who bring them to their knees.
Genre/Tropes: Mafia Romance; Forbidden Romance; Enemies-to-Lovers; Age Gap of 13 years; Touch Her and Die; Revenge/Redemption; Found Family; Strong Heroine; Slow Burn; Virgin FMC; Angsty; Penpal
Release Date: February 23, 2026
He stole my brother. So, I stole his freedomโฆ
Thereโs a villain in all of us.
I just never realized that until the worst day of my life.
It started with a sandwich from a strangerโan act of kindness that was nothing more than a veneer to hide the devil behind the mask.
Renzo Iannelli took everything from me that day. My family. My life. My future.
I wasnโt even a blip on his radar when he made me an orphanโleft alone to be bruised and abused in foster careโall for the sake of his revenge.
Well, he got his. Now, Iโm going to get mine.
No matter how long it takes, no matter what I have to sacrifice, I will make him rue the day he destroyed my life.
But the world is never black and white, and there are far more heartless monsters closing in around me.
So what happens when the devil I know becomes the only person I can trust?
He was my downfall.
I never expected him to also be my redemption.
**This book spans over eight years and is divided into three parts: then, letters, and now. During the โthenโ portion of this book, the main female character, Ainsley, is a minor. As a disclaimer, there is absolutely no romantic interaction during that portion of the book. However, this section is crucial to the development of their romance later on.
The first time I met Renzo Iannelli was the day Noah died.
I hadnโt known Noah was dead at the time. All I knew was that my brother was missing. He didnโt come home, didnโt go to his second job of the day, and didnโt answer his phone or check in on social media.
Renzo Iannelliโthough I didnโt know it was himโapproached me, slouched as I was against a corridor wall at the busy police station with my arms wrapped tight around my growling stomach.
โAre you lost, piccola?โ
Such a simple question. Almost kind, delivered in a bass, nearly apathetic voice that seemed to mute the surrounding conversations and the nonstop ringing phones. It was so rich and deep that it reminded me of creamy chocolate on a hot day. Dreamy, but the man himselfโฆhe made my teenage brain fire in all directions. I didnโt even realize guys like that existed outside of movies.
He had to be in his mid-twenties, towering over me by a good head and a half, every inch of his face defined and strong. His jaw was all hard angles with prominent cheekbones. Thick eyebrows framed cold emerald eyes, gleaming with different shades of green. Man, I wished mine were that color instead of wet dirt.
His suit looked crisper and finer than the ones my dad used to wear, giving him that over-the-top refined image, broken only by the tattoos covering his hands, from his knuckles to the tips of his sleeves. A few also crawled up his neck over his dress shirt collar. A gaudy gold ring decorated one of his hands, with diamonds encrusted around the band, and a large but delicate pendant hung from a thick gold chain around his neck. Whoever this guy was, his look practically screamed, โWealthy and perilous, pay attention.โ
โYou shouldnโt wander off in a place like this.โ He spoke without even glancing at me.
I eyed both ends of the corridor. Neither wait line had moved up. โDoesnโt look so dangerous.โ
โDanger always lurks where you least expect it.โ
As if to emphasize the dangers of starvation, my stomach picked that moment to growl as comically loud as a cartoon characterโs burp. I squeezed my stomach, my face flaming, eyes wide and glued to the grout lines between the tile at my feet.
โEat.โ My good-looking stranger held out a sandwich in front of me.
Steak, cheese, cooked onions, peppersโthe smells made my mouth water. Plus, I recognized the logo on the wrapper. I loved that Italian deli place. Mom and Dad used to take me there every Friday after school. Noah and I kept up the tradition but only once a month. I licked my lips, hesitating. Taking food from a random stranger always seemed like the start of a really bad kidnapping story. Butโฆwe were in a police station. Itโs not like he could do much of anything to me here, with all these cops, right?
โWhy?โ
โIf you starve, itโll be your choice, not mine.โ
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I thought he hadnโt seen me. I hoped he hadnโt. Out of sight, out of mind kind of thing, but he had, and now Boyan was exposed to him too.
โCool car.โ Boyanโs little voice trilled with excitement and awe as he squirmed out of my hold. His head peeked through the shotgun window. โWhoa. Anzy, itโs blue. Blue like Sally. Mister, thatโs a girlโs car.โ
I sucked my chuckle back in where it belonged and pinched my lips together. Still, a grimaced smile crept up my face from the shock on Renzo Iannelliโs.
โItโs not,โ the outraged mafia man stated.
โYes, it is.โ
โIs not.โ
โIs.
โNot.โ
โIs.โ
โAre you seriously arguing with a five-year-old right now?โ I ridiculed.
โI win.โ Boyan tossed his little arms in the air. The sleeves of his size seven shirt on his five-year-old frame slipped down to his shoulders, exposing the wrinkled, scarred skin on his left shoulder and bicep.
Iannelli cleared his throat, his fist wrestling the steering wheel. โGet in the damn car.โ
โLanguage,โ I snapped back, mockingly covering Boyanโs ears before he wiggled away. Honestly, the little chipmunk probably knew more curse words than polite vocabulary at this point.
Renzo Iannelliโs jaw clenched, and the veins along his neck popped out. Totally worth it. Jerkwad. His eyes death-glared at me, a silent dare to continue defying him. I almost did. Pissing him off gave me the same high as a slice of black forest cakeโso freaking deliciousโbut I wanted a car ride more.
Addy Anders writes romance meant to tug hard on your heartstrings and never let go. Her books deliver deliciously possessive anti-heroes, strong heroines, a touch of angst to set you on edge, and a cocktail of spice. Addy loves to travel, preferably outside of major cities. When sheโs not writing or out in the wilderness, she can be found with her kindle and a very large cup of tea surrounded by her very supportive husband, two kiddos, and two fur babies.
Tropes: Small Town; Second Chance; Secret Baby; Blue Collar; Past Abuse (FC); High School Sweethearts; First Everything; She Runs
Release Date: February 16, 2026
In fisherman tales, there’s always talk about the one that got awayโฆ This is that story.
When they were in high school, Brock and Courtney felt they were destined to be together. They’d had their future all mapped out. Until a week before graduation, when two pink lines changed everything, diverting the course of the life they’d planned.
Young and scared, Courtney made the impossible decision to keep it a secret and leave their hometown, never planning to return, and breaking both their hearts in the process.
And for years, her plan works. Until her abusive father dies, leaving her mother rudderless in her newfound freedom. Returning home with her secret daughter is the only answer. But what will happen when she comes face-to-face with the past she’s tried so hard to forget but couldn’t?
Thirteen years after the only woman Brock has ever loved ran from the small Alaskan island they’d called home, he learns she’s backโwith a preteen daughter. Too many emotions and unanswered questions hang heavy between them. And when the answers are brought to light, the chasm between them widens further. Will it be possible for them to reconcile for their daughter’s sake?
Benny Reed came back to Waypoint to rebuild a baseball team, not to fall for Quinn Logan, the hometown girl turned global pop sensation who once wrote songs about him. Keeping their distance should be easy, but unresolved history, explosive chemistry, and nonstop attention from everyone make it nearly impossible. Readers who love missed connections and return-to-hometown romances will fall head over heels for Lineups and Lyrics by Tina Gallagher, a steamy, small-town sports romance.
Benny Reed has a plan. Quinn Logan isnโt part of it.
Managing an MLB team means building something from the ground up, and that challenge is exactly what drew him back to Waypoint. He knows the game. He knows the job. And he knows one rule thatโs always served him well: baseball and his personal life donโt mix.
Then he meets Quinn Logan.
Sheโs Waypoint born and raised.
Sheโs also a retired pop star with a name the world recognizes.
He doesnโt remember the quiet girl from high school.
She remembers himโand the crush that inspired her first songs.
Getting close is risky.
The town is watching.
The media wonโt stay quiet.
And some connections donโt care about timing.
Lineups & Lyrics is a steamy small-town sports romance about missed connections and unexpected love.
Benny and I stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut. The car moved maybe two feet before a dull clang sounded and the motion stopped dead. A single, half-hearted ding followedโless โarriving at your floorโ and more โI tried my best.โ
I stared at the panel like it might offer an explanation.
Benny pressed one button, then another.
The lights flickered, then dimmed into a steady glow.
He hit the red emergency call button. A few seconds later, the speaker crackled to life.
โBuilding security,โ a tinny voice said. โAre you stuck in an elevator?โ
โSure looks that way,โ Benny said.
โAll right. Maintenance will be there within the hour.โ
The speaker clicked off, leaving only the hum of the fan.
Benny looked at me and exhaled a slow breath through his nose. โGuess weโre not going anywhere for a bit.โ
โGuess not.โ
โMight as well get comfortable,โ he said.
He pushed off the wall and sank to the floor, one leg stretched out, forearm resting on his bent knee.
I hesitated for a second, then slid down the opposite wall. The space between us felt smaller sitting like this, our legs only a couple of feet apart.
โI like Dane and Marin,โ I said.
โYeah, I think theyโll work out well.โ He rubbed the back of his neck. โIโm glad Dane recommended her. Sheโs not someone I wouldโve normally looked at.โ
โBecause sheโs a woman?โ I asked, feigning a gasp.
โPartly,โ he admitted, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. โBut mostly because her rรฉsumรฉ isnโt what Iโd usually go for. Most of her experience is in travel ball and D3 collegeโnot exactly the traditional path to the majors.โ
โThen whyโd you hire her?โ
โBecause I trust Dane. And after talking to her, I believe him when he says sheโs the best.โ
โShe comes across calm and collected,โ I said. โLike nothing shakes her.โ
โThat was true until you walked in.โ
โShe was sweet.โ
Silence stretched for a beat before he spoke again.
โI take it that happens a lot.โ
โMore than I ever knew how to handle,โ I admitted. โAnd it still feels strange. Underneath all of it, Iโm just me.โ
โYou ever miss it? The stage, the spotlight?โ
โSometimes,โ I said honestly. โI loved my fans and performing for them. I loved the feeling of a song connecting with a stadium full of people. The way a show can feel like everyoneโs heartbeat syncing.โ I scratched lightly at my wrist, searching for the right words. โBut the noise, the scrutiny, the feeling that every breath had to be on display wore me down, and I needed a break.โ
โEveryone thinks they want the spotlight until they realize how hot it gets.โ His eyes met mine. โStillโฆwalking away takes guts.โ
โOr weak knees.โ His brow lifted, amused. โIโm serious,โ I said, smiling despite myself. โThose final tour workouts nearly killed me. Dancing in heels under stage lights at forty? Thatโs an Olympic sport.โ
He laughed quietly, the sound low and easy. For a moment, it felt lighter between us, like the conversation had traded its weight for something simpler.
โYou know, sitting here, itโs hard to picture you as the same person who used to be on all those magazine covers.โ
โThat girl had a whole team behind her,โ I said with a small laugh. โThe lighting, the styling, the editingโnone of it ever felt like me. I just look more like myself now.โ
โLooks good on you,โ he said. โThe real version.โ
The words landed softly but lingered. His gaze held, not sharp, justโฆintent. Curious. Like he was trying to see all the parts of me I kept tucked away.
โThanks,โ I managed, though my voice came out thinner than I meant it to.
โYou make it easy to forget you used to fill stadiums,โ he said.
โGood. I just want to be plain old Quinn.โ
His mouth curved, slow and sure.
โThereโs nothing plain about you, Quinn.โ
My heart did an unhelpful fluttery thing, and I tried to steady my breath. He didnโt look away, and I didnโt want him to.
โBennyโโ I started, but whatever I meant to say vanished the second his knee brushed mine. Funny how something so insignificant could change the temperature of a room. Or, in this case, an elevator.
He leaned in, close enough that I could catch the warmth of his skin and the faint, clean scent of his cologne. His gaze flicked to my mouth, then back to my eyes, and for a beat the world felt balanced on that breath between maybe and almost.
โQuinn,โ he said, my name coming out rough, like gravel and hesitation all at once.
The sound of it was enough to undo me a little. I shifted forward just a fraction, and for a heartbeat, the world went perfectly still. Then the elevator jolted hard. A metallic thunk echoed through the car as the lights flickered back to full brightness.
The jolt sent me off balance, and I caught myself against the wall. Benny blinked, then let out a short laugh.
โPerfect timing,โ he said.
โYeah.โ My voice came out breathier than I wanted. โImpeccable.โ
Wait until I tell Erin the elevator cockblocked me out of kissing Benny Reed.
About Tina Gallagher
Tina Gallagher grew up and continues to live in Northeast Pennsylvania. As a tween, she and her best friend would create happily ever afters for their favorite soap opera couples. Eventually, the soap operas lost their appeal, but the writing never did. Before living her dream as a full-time author, she worked a spectrum of jobs ranging from baking and cake decorating to marketing and project management. In between creating memorable characters, traveling, and taking pole dance lessons, Tina enjoys spending time with her two grown children and Golden Irish named Thea.
Two weeks. One villa. A dangerous game of seduction and lies.
My job is simple: get close, get the intel, get out.
Then Locke Maris walks into my op.
Heโs cold. Controlled. Heir to a billion-dollar shipping fortune. And so aggressively straight he doesnโt even look at me twiceโฆ
Until he does.
Locke makes me an offer: play his assistant by day, be his secret lover by night, at a house party where the worldโs elite will gather to sip champagne, enjoy the Italian sunโฆ and play a dangerous game called Paxis.โฏ
In this ancient variation of chess, humans are pawns and each coded move could start or stop wars. I should report this to my agency immediately. Walk away clean.
But I canโt walk away.
Because in the privacy of his suite, the moves Locke makes are just as dangerous, the words he murmurs in my ear as devastating, and the growing devotion I feel as destructive as any global war.
At the end of this, Iโll have to disappear like I always do.
I donโt get to want things that could ruin my coverโor my career.
But Locke Maris is ruthless about protecting whatโs his, and as far as heโs concerned he owns me.
When everything falls apart, Iโll find out exactly how far heโll go to keep me.
Lucy Lennox is a USA Today bestselling author and winner of the A.C. Katt Gay Debut Novel Award.
After enjoying creative writing as a child, Lucy didnโt write her first novel until she was over 40 years old. Her debut novel, Borrowing Blue, was published in the autumn of 2016. Lucy has an English Literature degree from Vanderbilt University, but that doesnโt hold a candle to the years and years of staying up all night reading tantalizing novels on her own. She has three children, plays tennis, and hates folding laundry. While her husband is no shmoopy romance hero, he is very good at math, cooks a mean lasagne, has gorgeous eyes, looks hot in his business clothes, and makes her laugh every single day. She writes gay romance with heart, humor, and heat!
Tropes: Unconventional Love Triangle, Protective Hero
Strong Heroine, Amnesia, Secret Love, Starting Over
Release Date: February 13, 2026
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Identical twins London and Lennon Tyler have always lived as mirror imagesโone a fearless race car driver, the other a quietly brilliant chef. Their secret talent? Switching places whenever life demands it. Itโs always been harmlessโฆuntil one switch ends in tragedy.
One twin wakes in a hospital bed with no memory.
The other never wakes at all.
Doctors tell the surviving sister who she is. They tell her who she lovesโa charming physician who claims to be her boyfriend. She tries to settle into the life she’s supposedly livedโฆuntil a shaken race car driver storms into her room, calling her by a different name.
Her sisterโs name.
Hospitals donโt make mistakes this bigโฆright?
As her body heals, fragments of the accidentโand the life she might have livedโstart surfacing. Someone isnโt telling the whole truth. Her heart tugs her one direction, her mind another, and every step forward blurs the line between memory, desire, and what is real.
Is she falling back in love with the man she had before?
Or are there new feelings for the man who loved her sister?
A.B. Medley lives in Tennessee with the love of her life and three sons. Her husband stole her heart when she was sixteen and their relationship is one of those meant to be love stories you find in magazines and novels.
She is a dental hygienist who loves to read and has always dabbled in writing. When sheโs not making peopleโs smiles shine, she enjoys belting out songs with her boys, dancing, raspberries, baseball, and anything vintage. Like any proper Tennessean, Sundrop is her drink of choice.
She loves her family and friends fiercely and believes in always chasing your dreams.
Deception in the Truth is her debut novelโbut as she nurtures her love for writing romance stories, her list of released books continues to grow.
She wanted the parents who didnโt divorce when she was a kid and make her life a living nightmare. She wanted the sisters who actually liked her. She wanted to live in a town where everyone loved her and didnโt have a single bad thing to say about her.
That was not the life Birdee was given.
She had the exact opposite life. The kind of life where she slunk through the grocery store with a hoodie on so no one would recognize her. The kind of life where men like Creed Daugherty didnโt give her a second look.
After years of abuse and heartache, she built walls. Big, huge, thick ones that no one could ever breach. If she didnโt put forth the effort to get to know someone, she couldnโt be hurt.
At least, that was the theory.
She never counted on Creed Daugherty hitting her with his truck. Then, deciding that once he entered her life, he would never leave it.
Though Birdee shouldโve known that Creed was too good to be true.
All it takes is one mistake on her part, and Creed freezes her out. Then forces the rest of the town to make it almost impossible for her to live in Sawtooth, Montana, anymore.
Birdee only thought it couldnโt get worse.
But Creed makes sure to show her that it can and will.
The thing about rock bottom?
Once youโre there, you have nothing else to lose.
And Creed Daugherty just made himself enemy number one.
Lani Lynn Vale is an American author of humorous romantic suspense novels. Born in the Great State of Texas, she has lived the majority of her adult life in East Texas where most of her novels are based. Sheโs married to her high school sweetheart whom her readers refer to as โLLVโs Bearded Half.โ She published her first novel, Boomtown. in the summer of 2013 after the birth of her third child. Sheโs gone on to publish over 100 novels, with most of them going on to become USA Today Bestsellers.
Inkslinger PR is excited to announce the release of Barry S. Richmanโs new Pride & Prejudice retelling, Doubt Not, Cousin. Check it out and be sure to read in Kindle Unlimited.
Title: Doubt Not, Cousin
Author: Barry S. Richman
Genre: Regency Romance
About Doubt Not, Cousin:
Darkness, in many forms, must be conquered to emerge into the light and embrace oneโs happily-ever-after.
Fitzwilliam Darcy. Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam. Two cousins, closer than brothers. One finds love despite his inner demons; the other resists love because of them.
Elizabeth Bennet. Kitty Bennet. Two sisters, strengthened by adversity. One willingly yields to love; the other pridefully misinterprets it.
An epic saga steeped in intrigue and gift-wrapped in romance, Doubt Not, Cousin chronicles the trials and tribulations of three extraordinary families during Englandโs Regency era.
โฏ Barry S. Richman combines his background in the armed forces and expertise with a passion for Pride and Prejudice retellings.
After two decades of exploring countless stories from the JAFF universe, his wife challenged him to try writing one. During a trip to Istanbul, Barry wrote four pages that wove his real-world experiences into alternate-universe stories inspired by Jane Austenโs characters. He continued from there.
He published his first novel, Doubt Not, Cousin, in 2023, followed by The Scarred Duchess in 2024. Follow The Drum continues his military-influenced alternate universe populated by characters familiar and new.
Barry and his โJane Bennetโ divide their time between Los Angeles and a seaside town in southwestern
Kaylene Winter is a best-selling author of steamy, contemporary romance.
Each character-driven novel is filled with snappy dialogue, pop-culture references and enough steam to make you fan yourself. Kaylene weaves authenticity, emotion and angst into a turbulent rollercoaster ride of love, passion and soul-searing romance always ending with a delicious HEA.
Kaylene lives in Seattle with her amazing Irish husband and her Pomsky, Phalen. She loves creating art of all kinds.
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