Thursday, June 26, 2025

The novel I tried to write when I was ten – #WomensFiction #ContemporaryRomance #Giveaway

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By Patricia Leavy (Guest Blogger)

When I was ten years old, I tried to write a novel. I don’t remember all the details, but it was a love story about two people who help each other heal. I wasn’t able to finish it at the time, being that I was only ten. One night in late 2019, I stepped out onto the balcony of my home office and looked up at the stars. Like a bolt, Shooting Stars Above came to, as a complete book, which was different than my previous novels. I began by writing the last scene and then continued to write scenes, out of order, ultimately writing the first scene last. I wrote the entire first draft in only ten days, completely immersed in the story world. I barely slept, I didn’t respond to emails, and if anyone spoke to me, I’m sure I didn’t hear a word they said. It was magical. I believe Shooting Stars Above is the novel I tried to write at the age of ten. I think the seed lived inside of me my entire life. It took years of writing other books to develop the tools to actualize that bolt of inspiration. There’s a saying that “hurt people hurt people,” but sometimes that isn’t true. Sometimes people in pain are able to love others in extraordinary ways. That’s the core inspiration for the book. Really, it’s about the healing power of love and learning to balance darkness and light in our lives.

I fell so deeply in love with the characters and knew so much more about them than what was in the novel that I decided to write another book. Then another. And another. To date, there are six Celestial Bodies Romances following the love story of Tess and Jack and their chosen family. We’ll be releasing one each spring. Each novel takes place a year after the last. There’s a sneak-peak of the next novel at the end of Shooting Stars Above. Readers should know that each book is absolutely a stand-alone. There aren’t any cliffhangers. Each book has what I hope is a satisfying ending. As the larger body of work unfolded, I realized that it’s really an exploration of love. Each novel in the series explores love and something else: healing, doubt, intimacy, trust, commitment, and faith. It truly developed organically, like it was flowing out of me, and had been there all along. Like I said, it was magical.

Blurb

For fans of Colleen Hoover comes an emotionally charged contemporary romance about a internationally best-selling novelist and a federal agent fighting to heal past wounds.

Tess Lee is a world-famous novelist. Her inspirational books explore people’s innermost struggles and the human need to believe that there is light at the end of the tunnel—but despite her extraordinary success, she’s been unable to find personal happiness. Jack Miller is a federal agent working in counterterrorism. After spending decades immersed in a violent world, a residue remains. He’s dedicated everything to his job, leaving nothing for himself.

The night Tess and Jack meet, their connection is palpable. She examines the scars on his body and says, “I’ve never seen anyone whose outsides match my insides.” The two embark on an epic love story, but old traumas soon rise to the surface as Jack struggles with the death of a loved one and Tess is forced to confront her childhood abuse. Can unconditional love help heal their invisible wounds? Together, will they be able to move from darkness to light?

 

Shooting Stars Above book cover

Excerpt

Hello, Butterfly,” Omar said, kissing the top of her head.

These are for you,” Clay added, handing her a large bouquet of pink flowers.

They’re beautiful, thank you. This is Jack,” she said, touching his chest. “And this is Omar and his better half, Clay.”

Omar shot her the side-eye.

Nice to meet you,” they all said, shaking hands.

Let me take your jackets. Brunch is in the living room, please go sit,” Tess said.

Jack sat on the couch, and Omar and Clay took the chairs. “What can I get everyone to drink?” Tess asked.

Well, it’s brunch, Butterfly. There bloody well had better be cocktails,” Omar joked.

Of course. What would you like? A mimosa?”

Omar nodded.

Make it two, please,” Clay said.

When in Rome,” Jack added.

Tess went to retrieve the drinks while the men chatted.

Tess has told me a lot about you guys,” Jack said.

Likewise,” Omar replied. “In the twenty years I’ve known her, she’s hardly shown any interest in the many would-be suitors who have tried to catch her eye. Now I’m getting a dozen texts a day about you. I must say, I was dying to meet you.”

Jack blushed. “Tess is quite a woman.” He glanced over to the kitchen. “I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream, because she’s perfect.”

Oh, well I’d be happy to tell you about her many flaws. Let the nightmare begin,” Omar jested.

I heard that,” Tess called, carrying four champagne flutes on a tray, three with mimosas and one sparkling water, which she placed on the coffee table.

I’m impressed, Butterfly. If this writing thing doesn’t work out, maybe we can get you a job at a saloon.”

I do love a good peasant skirt,” she said, knuckling the top of his head and tussling his hair.

Now I’m going to have bad hair all day,” he complained.

Serves you right,” she said, plopping down beside Jack.

We were just getting ready to tell Jack about your flaws,” Omar said. “Where shall we begin?”

Clay, was I this terrible when I first met you?” Tess asked.

No, you weren’t. You were the epitome of grace and kindness,” Clay replied.

I’m just teasing,” Omar said, smiling at Tess. He turned his attention to Jack. “Truly, we’re so happy to meet you.”

Tess said that you two have been friends since college, but she didn’t mention how you met,” Jack replied.

Everyone, please take some food,” Tess interjected.

They all helped themselves to the artichoke and tomato frittata and green bean salad.

Tess and I met on our first day of college. It was orientation day, where they put you in groups and try to force you to bond. Then there was a cookout. At the end of the compulsory festivities, a bunch of kids decided to go hang out on the football field. Tess and I both ended up there. Someone was blasting music and most of the kids were smoking pot, but since that wasn’t our scene, Tess and I wandered off together and lay down at the other end of the field, looking at the stars. We didn’t even know each other, but we just started talking and something clicked. She told me that she was writing a novel and that I was the only person she had told. And I swear to you, she was barely eighteen years old, but I knew she was serious, that she was the real deal. I remember telling her the novel was going to be extraordinary.”

Tess leaned against Jack and he rubbed her arm.

Omar continued, “And then I revealed that I was gay and that she was the only person I had ever told. In my family and culture, it’s a crime. She said that life is so unfair and it’s especially hard with family because even when they disappoint us to the core, we still long for their love and approval. Then she said I was a beautiful person and deserved to live my life fully and authentically. So strange to think about it now, how much trust we had for each other in a matter of moments.” Omar watched Tess and Jack with a soft smile on his face. “Sometimes it happens quickly, I suppose. We just know who the good souls are.”

About the Author

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Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She was formerly Associate Professor of Sociology, Chairperson of Sociology & Criminology, and Founding Director of Gender Studies at Stonehill College. She has published more than fifty books; her work has been translated into many languages, and she has received more than one hundred book honors. Recently, her novel The Location Shoot was featured in Ms. Career Girl's “10 Perfect Books to Get Your Fall Reading List Started” and She Reads in “Novels to Read if You Love Classic Movies” and was the 2024 Best Book Awards First Place Winner in Women’s Fiction. Patricia has also received career awards from the New England Sociological Association, the American Creativity Association, the American Educational Research Association, the International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry, and the National Art Education Association. In 2018, she was honored by the National Women’s Hall of Fame and SUNY-New Paltz established the “Patricia Leavy Award for Art and Social Justice.” Patricia lives in Maine and serves on the board of the London Arts-Based Research Centre. In addition to writing, she enjoys movies, art, reading, and travel.

Website: https://patricialeavy.com/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Shooting-Stars-Above-Celestial-Romances-ebook/dp/B0CYJ76ZXK/ref=sr_1_1

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Wednesday, June 25, 2025

As if Matt had read his mind – #MMRomance #PrideMonth #MFRWHooks

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For this last Wednesday in Pride Month, I’ve got an exclusive excerpt from my MM erotic romance Playing to Score. Note that this 17K story is quite explicit, but it’s definitely romance, with a luscious happy ending as well as some lessons learned.

Enjoy!

Blurb

With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay.

Matt was supposed to be just a hot hook-up. Then he turned on the charm and brought out the bondage gear.

Jason Hofstadter comes to the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament for two reasons: to play for the trophy and to get laid. Every year since his first, he’s managed to score with one of the other guys attending. He figures that he’s hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time.

Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to top him. Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up facing Jason across the board in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings: about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.

The Hook

Matt’s succulent lips curved into a half-smile, just enough to reveal his dimples. Normally, Jason thought that eyeglasses looked dorky, but the old-fashioned tortoise shell frames suited Matt perfectly, enhancing his aura of youthful intelligence.

Was he really as smart as he looked? Jason wondered what kind of player he’d turn out to be. A chill ran through him. Was there any chance that Matt might beat him?

Jason pushed the thought away. Hell, this was the guy’s first tournament. He was in for a big shock, if he thought that casual club play in North Platte would prepare him for the Four States.

So, you said you’d give me some tips about how to handle the tournament.”

Jason started. It was almost as if Matt had read his mind.

The waiter brought their beverages. Jason sipped his ice tea, trying to compose himself.

Um—yeah, sure. What would you like to know?”

Matt tasted his wine, then licked his lips. Jason’s cock ached. “Well, I guess I’d like your advice on how to approach the games. How to prepare, mentally. I know how to play Scrabble. I’m pretty good. But I’ve never been under pressure like I’ll be tomorrow.” He reached across the table to give Jason’s hand a quick squeeze. “I’d really appreciate any suggestions you’d be willing to share with me.”

Jason relaxed. The guy was so sweet, really. He knew he was in unfamiliar territory.

I think the most important thing, Matt, is to stay focused. Don’t let your mind wander. Don’t let anything distract you from those all important tiles on your rack.”

Shouldn’t I pay attention to my opponent? Try to figure out his strategies, his next moves?”

Of course you need to be careful, tracking the letters, weighing the risks, and trying not to leave any hooks. But from my experience, the defensive aspects of Scrabble are far less critical than the offensive. You need to open your mind and let the ideas flow. All those words you’ve studied, all those definitions and cross patterns—they’re all there, somewhere in your brain. The hard part is coming up with them at the right moment. You can’t force it. You’ve got to concentrate and relax at the same time. Put yourself in the right mental space, and the ideas will come on their own. You’ll see what you need to do.”

Sounds almost like meditation. A state of altered consciousness.” Jason gave his companion a sharp look, but it appeared that Matt was completely serious.

I suppose. I wouldn’t know. I mean, I’ve never done anything like meditating.”

I think what you’re saying, Jason, is that you have to surrender to the game.”

Jason chuckled. “I’d never put it in such poetic terms, but maybe you’re right.”

Their orders arrived. With Matt across from him, Jason found the aroma of grilled beef almost orgasmic. They ate in silence for a few minutes. Between the delicious food, his handsome companion, and the sensual prospects of the night ahead, Jason felt absurdly happy.

What about the time limit?” Matt asked, laying down his cutlery and leaning forward. “How do you keep from obsessing as you watch the seconds tick away?”

Don’t watch. Don’t worry. Just focus on the letters. Time expands during a tournament game. Your twenty five minutes feels like hours.”

It sounds as though it all comes down to trusting yourself. Your own abilities.” Matt looked thoughtful.

That’s definitely a big part of it. You can’t afford even an instant of doubt. It blocks the flow of ideas.” Jason found Matt’s earnestness charming, but now that his hunger was sated, his lust reasserted itself in full force. He could hardly wait to get the boy to his room. “How are you doing? Want dessert or anything?”

No way. I don’t want to be too full.” Matt’s eyes twinkled behind the magnifying lenses. 

 

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Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Join us for Charity Saturday, 29 June 2025 #CharitySundaySignup #Altruism #Marketing

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Since 2017, I’ve been devoting the last Sunday in each month to a post which features some worthy cause. Often, other bloggers join me in this effort, turning the event into a blog hop. This month’s Charity Sunday blog hop will take place this coming Sunday, the 29th of June.

Charity Sunday is a meme designed to give authors and bloggers a chance to give back to the world, as well as to attract new readers.

How does it work? Each participant selects a favorite charity. Before
the date, you should prepare a blog post that: 1) talks about the charity and why you support it; 2) provides a link to the charity; 3) includes an excerpt from one of your books; 4) includes the code to show links to other participating blogs.

It’s fun if you can make the excerpt relate somehow to your chosen charity, but this isn’t required.

For every comment left on your post, you commit to giving some amount to the relevant charity. The specific charity and the amount to donate are up to you. You can set an upper limit to your donation if you want.

If you’d like to participate in the next Charity Sunday
on June 29th, sign up using the Linky List below. Please be sure that the link you enter will lead directly to your Charity Sunday post, not just to the home page of your blog.

Please download the new Charity Sunday banner for 2025!

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For an example post, check out this link from my last Charity Sunday:

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2025/05/charity-sunday-playing-for-good.html



Monday, June 23, 2025

Listening to her heart – #HistoricalRomance #ArrangedMarriage #Giveaway

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Blurb

Miranda Harlake's only chance to escape the detestable match her parents are arranging is a sham betrothal to her best friend, Peter, who proposes solely to save her from a loveless marriage. She gratefully accepts, though both know they'll never wed.

Piqued by her parents' scheming, Miranda secretly attends a masked ball and dances with a fascinating stranger all night. Upon discovering her partner was the insufferable George Rockford, she tries to forget the romantic evening they shared.

George, lonely despite his popularity and roguish ways, is intrigued by Miranda but she's apparently immune to his charms.

Miranda must listen to her heart and find courage to be honest with everyone—especially herself—if for once she's going to fulfill her own dreams.

Excerpt

As Miranda approached the drawing room she heard men’s voices, and neither of them was her father’s. She guessed Mr. Tolwood had stopped by and brought someone with him, but when she strode into the room she nearly gasped aloud.

George and Ebenezer Rockford stood chatting with her parents, glasses of sherry in their hands. So this was why her mother had insisted she change. Nobody looked Miranda’s way when she entered the room and she wanted to tiptoe out and send Cassandra down with a message that she was ill. Very ill. She sighed. It would never work. Mentally preparing herself for an atrocious evening, she walked to her father’s side.

Ah, here she is at last!” Mr. Harlake said, taking her arm.

Miranda fixed a smile on her face as he steered her over to stand beside Ebenezer.

You remember Mr. Rockford, don’t you, Miranda?” Mr. Harlake asked, eyes twinkling.

Yes, of course. Good evening.” Miranda hadn’t seen him up close in a long time. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a short beard. She’d never been fond of beards.

Mr. Rockford took her hand and kissed it. “Good evening to you, Miss Harlake.”

She went to pull her hand away, but he showed no sign of relinquishing it.

Call her Miranda. So much friendlier,” Mrs. Harlake said with a wide smile.

Then she must call me Ebenezer.” He motioned to George. “You know my nephew, George? Why, you two must have gone to school together.”

Miranda was glad to remove her hand from Ebenezer’s grip as she turned to face George.

Ever Since the Ball book cover

About the Author

Kate Ellington grew up in a woodsy New England town where summer days at the lake seemed to last forever. She read her first historical romance at age eleven when a teacher challenged her to find a book in the library written by an author she’d never heard of. Thus began a life-long love of love stories.

After graduating from college with an art degree she settled in the Pacific Northwest, where she currently resides with her family.

Kate wrote her first romance when she was sixteen, then set her pen down for years until another story floated into her head out of the clear blue sky. She jotted it down, just for fun, but soon it took on a life of its own.

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Friday, June 20, 2025

Love Erases Borders – #UNHCR #WorldRefugeeDay #FreeBook

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What if you had no home? If you were forced to out of your town, or your country, by famine or natural disasters, war or political violence? Today is World Refugee Day, an observance by the United Nations intended to draw attention to the enormous problem of refugees worldwide.

According to UNHCR, there are currently more than 120 million individuals who have been forcibly displaced from their homes.

https://www.unrefugees.org/refugee-facts/statistics/

Many live in desperate circumstances, squalid and overcrowded camps or dilapidated city slums. Their flight from home has not necessarily made them any safer. In many countries refugees face discrimination, intimidation and the threat of being forced to escape yet again.

To mark World Refugee Day, I’m giving away a free copy of my refugee-themed romance story Refuge to anyone who wants it. To claim your copy, go to Smashwords (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/945432), click on Buy and enter the following coupon code:

YP25L

The price will drop to zero and you will be able to download your book in your choice of digital formats.

In addition, for each download of the story between now and Sunday night, when the coupon expires, I will donate one dollar to UNHCR.

I hope you’ll join me in solidarity with the world’s refugees.

Thank you.

Refuge book cover

Blurb

Love erases borders.

I never wanted to be a soldier, especially a guard at the remote, dusty Mae La refugee camp, a thousand kilometers from my home. But these days there were no jobs in our village. My mother depended on the money I sent her each month. Still, she cried whenever I phoned her.

Until I met the lovely hill tribe girl Preean, though—until she asked for help I knew I shouldn’t give her—I never really understood what I was doing to my fellow human beings. How could she go on, one day after another in that desolate place, without any hope for change? Mae La was limbo—once you arrived here you were stuck. There was nowhere else you could go.

To love her was dangerous, a risk to my own life and freedom. But when she offered her body and her heart, how could I refuse?

Excerpt

Excuse me, do you have a pencil?”

I jumped. I had been daydreaming about home, eating somtum and gai yang with Mum and my brother Daeng under the tamarind tree in the backyard. The light tap on my shoulder dragged me back to the smelly, dusty camp where I was supposed to be on guard.

What?”

A pencil? Or a pen?” The young woman gestured back towards a knot of kids gathered in the shade of the water tower. She held up a sheet of corrugated cardboard scavenged from some trash heap. “I’m teaching them their alphabet. I’ve got this but nothing to write with.”

She wore a faded teeshirt, baggy shorts and flip flops. Her hair hung down her back in a messy ponytail tied with an old shoelace. Still I could see that she was pretty, slightly built, with sharper features and paler skin then the girls back home. Her smile appeared genuine, though her eyes appraised me nervously. I guessed that it took some courage for her to approach me, a uniformed soldier with a loaded rifle—never mind that I was only a year or two older than she was, and wanting nothing more than to go back to my family in Yasathon.

I leaned my gun against my thigh. “I’ve got a pencil back at the barracks, but I can’t leave my post until my shift is over. Maybe you could postpone your lessons until after three? I’ll bring it to you then.”

Her face lit up. She grabbed and squeezed my hands. Hers were tiny, but strong. “Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you.”

I blushed at her enthusiasm. “Never mind. Now you’d better go.” I’d noticed Sergeant Chokchai headed my way. He didn’t approve of what he called “fraternization” between us and the camp’s inhabitants.

Everything secure, Private Nu?” He loomed over me. I swallowed hard. He came from Bangkok. He had made it clear in his view, I was just a stupid hick from the Northeast.

Yes, sir. Everything is normal, sir.”

What were you doing, talking to that filthy Burmese cunt?”

I winced at his foulness. “Nothing. She wanted to know the time, that’s all.”

Why should she care? She’s not going anywhere!” Chokchai gave a nasty chuckle “You should know better, though. Don’t talk to them. Don’t get involved in their affairs. Oh, they’ll act all polite and respectful, but they’re snakes. They’ll stab you as soon as your back’s turned. You remember what happened to Sakon, don’t you?”

Yes, sir.” Sakon had been another sergeant. They had found him behind the mess hall with his throat slit. Everyone assumed that he was murdered by one of the refugees, even though he’d been a brutal man who had many enemies.

Just remember, they’re animals. Ignorant, superstitious animals.” He looked over his shoulder in the direction that the girl had disappeared, shaking his head in obvious disgust, before returning his unwelcome attention to me.

* * *

120 million people – what a huge problem! But help begins with awareness and with compassion.


Wednesday, June 18, 2025

The Ladies’ Welcome Brigade – #LGBTQ+ #PrideMonth #MFRWHooks

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It’s Wednesday once again, and I am continuing my celebration of Pride Month with another LGBTQ+ excerpt. This week’s hook comes from my F/F/F paranormal romance The Witches of Gloucester. Gloucester is one of my favorite places in the world; this story is very dear to my heart.

Blurb

Its not about power. Its about love.

The historic port of Gloucester, Massachusetts has a special charm, due at least in part to its resident witches. For decades, raven-maned Marguerite and red-headed Beryl have lived among its hard-working inhabitants, making magic and mischief. Love and sex fuel their supernatural abilities, but duality limits their power. To reach their full potential, they need a third witch to complete their circle.

Rejected as a nymphomaniac by her puritanical boyfriend, Emmeline escapes to Gloucester to work on her PhD thesis. From the moment she arrives, Marguerite and Beryl sense her erotic vitality and unrecognized paranormal talent. The platinum-haired beauty may well be the enchantress they have been awaiting for so long. Now they need to show Em that her prodigious libido is a gift, not a liability, and to persuade her that her destiny lies in the sea-girt town they guard, and in their arms.

The Hook

Bang! Bang! What the heck? Who could be knocking on her bright yellow door? No one but her mother knew Emmeline was hiding out here, and Mom had sworn to keep the secret safe. In particular, she didn’t want Timothy showing up, begging for another chance. Everyone had told them that they made a perfect couple, but she understood now just how false that perception was.

Go away,” she muttered to herself. “Nobody’s home.” The banging continued, however. Maybe whoever was out there had caught a glimpse of her out here behind the building.

Bang, bang! The window rattled in its frame. Would they kick the door in if she didn’t answer?

Okay, okay – I’m coming.”

The door didn’t have a peephole. Hiding herself behind the door, Emmeline peeked out through the wavy glass of the old windowpanes.

Two women stood side by side on the short path that led from the street to her door. Two very remarkable women.

The one on the left made Emmeline think of a lioness. A gleaming black mane framed her face, which featured high cheekbones and unusually plump lips. Her caramel-hued skin flowed over finely balanced muscle, alternately hidden and revealed by the royal purple cape that fluttered from her bare shoulders. Underneath, she wore a brief, sleeveless black dress that molded to her generous curves. As unlikely as it seemed on a steamy June day in New England, the dress appeared to be made of leather.

The one on the right was as fair as her companion was dark. A storm of red curls tumbled over her shoulders, catching glints from the afternoon sun. Her chin was perhaps a bit too sharp, her nose a little too prominent, for her to be called classically beautiful, but she had a sort of presence that drew the eye and the mind. Like the Amazon queen at her side, the redhead was taller than average, but she had a slighter build, compact and athletic rather than voluptuous. She was clad in a long Indian print skirt that grazed her instep and a green cotton halter top which made it abundantly clear she wore no bra. Brass bangles circled her wrists and her ankles, tinkling softly when she shifted her weight. Perhaps it was just her classic hippie image – though she could not have been older than thirty – but Emmeline thought she looked familiar.

Both visitors wore smiles of such warmth that Emmeline felt embarrassed. How could she be so suspicious and inhospitable? She unlatched the bolt and swung the door wide.

Yes? Can I help you?”

Good afternoon.” The redhead glanced at a scrap of paper she carried. “Ms. Emmeline Scott?”

Suspicion tugged at Emmeline’s spirit. She ignored it. “Yes, that’s me, though I can’t imagine how you would know.”

Electric company records, Ms. Scott.” The lioness had a musical voice that soothed away all Emmeline’s concerns. Indeed, when the woman paused for breath, Emmeline ached for her to continue, to hear that melody again. “Forgive us for what may seem like an invasion of privacy, but we’re from the Ladies’ Welcome Brigade. When we heard through the grapevine that a young woman had rented old Flaherty’s cottage, we felt we should drop by and say hello.”

Um – that’s very kind of you. Thanks very much.” Emmeline suddenly remembered how scantily she was dressed. Hot blood climbed into her cheeks. She was annoyed to realize that her nipples had beaded under her thin shirt and that her denim shorts had stuck to her skin.

We wanted to make sure you have everything you need.” The copper-haired hippie picked up where the lioness left off. “We thought you might be lonely out here by yourself.”

No, no, I’m fine. I need the quiet, the privacy. I’m working on my doctoral thesis.”

Ah! That’s why you were looking for those old books. In my shop, over on Main Street,” the hippie added.

Oh, right! I knew you looked familiar. I’m so sorry!” Emmeline had thought the proprietress acted a bit odd that day, but she’d put it out of her mind. Now she recalled how the inner itch had intensified to a near-unbearable level under the woman’s stare. In fact, she’d left the store without finding any of the titles she was seeking. She’d been too uncomfortable to stay.

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Ebook

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DBB3ZTN/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DBB3ZTN/

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40234194-the-witches-of-gloucester

Audio

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/The-Witches-of-Gloucester/dp/B07MJQSS2X

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Monday, June 16, 2025

Ridiculous, oversized, loud-ass love – #RomCom #SportsRomance @jkentauthor

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Blurb

I didn’t expect to fall for a Scottish footballer so annoyingly sunny you need shades to be around him. I didn’t expect to say yes to his heart-felt, if loopy, proposal while he lay injured on the pitch in front of forty thousand fans. What I definitely didn’t expect? For our engagement to explode into a paparazzi circus, our mothers to turn into wedding bulldozers, and for our wedding protector's perfectly reasonable elopement plan to spiral into a road trip escape.

Shopping for a Highlander’s Elopement is a romantic comedy that blends the worlds of four bestselling series by New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent:

- Shopping for a Billionaire

- Shopping for a Highlander

- Whatever It Takes

- Love You, Maine

If you love sports romance, surprise proposals, grand gestures, chaotic weddings, Scottish footballers, golden retriever/black cat energy, and characters who love too hard, mess up spectacularly, and always find their way back to each other with plenty of laughter (and lovingly-used scrunchies) along the way, then this is your book.

Other Books in the Series:

Shopping for a Booty Call (Prequel)

Shopping for a Turkey (Book 1)

Shopping for a Highlander (Book 2)

Shopping for a Highlander’s Elopement (Book 3)

Buy Links

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Shannon turns back to me, sliding into big-sister-who-knows-you’re-spiraling mode. A breeze catches her long, brown hair and lifts it across her eyes, warm concern radiating from them. Shannon got Mom's hair and Dad's eyes, while I'm the opposite, with Dad's auburn hair and Mom's bright blue eyes. Our faces are similar in shape, even if the genetic roll of the dice gave us different features. “You okay?”

I open my mouth.

Nothing comes out.

Oh, boy.” She takes my hand and scoots into the row where Declan was sitting. “You’ve reached the blank-stare stage. That’s never good.”

We settle into two seats, my breath still shaky. Shannon nudges me with her shoulder.

You know,” she says, “I’m not even sure where I’m supposed to sit. Jacoby side or McCormick?”

You were born a Jacoby.”

Sure, but I married into this madness. And now I’ve got a toe in each volcano.”

Welcome to the lava pool.”

She laughs. “This is all still better than my proposal, though.”

Every little sister loves being reminded of her big sister's screw ups. I laugh. “You swallowed your engagement ring.”

She grins. “And launched us into a seventy-two-hour medical drama called #poopwatch. Honestly, this whole spectacle? Glitter cannon, megaphone, and Hamish's mom’s interpretive bagpipe routine? It's still less traumatic than giving birth to a diamond solitaire.”

I had to text you for stool updates.”

I color-coded the spreadsheet. It was efficient. But I don't recommend unexpected emergency room trips on proposal day.”

I crack a laugh, the pressure in my chest finally giving way. "Thanks for the warning. I have no plans to see the inside of an ER today, thank you very much."

Shannon takes my hand. Her expression shifts to that rare sister-serious look I only ever see in moments that count. I'm so lucky that she and Carol are good, solid, kind, smart adults. I need them at times like this.

Need them more than ever.

We can wisecrack and one-up. We can razz each other and needle. But when one of us is in the fear zone, we're there for her.

Always.

This is love, Amy. Ridiculous, oversized, loud-ass love. It’s not perfect. It’s not quiet. It’s never going to be. But it’s real. Hamish is choosing you, all of you. And yeah, he’s doing it in a full stadium with a glitter fallout zone, but he’s doing it. He’s all in.”

I breathe.

He’s just… so much.”

I know. But he’s your much.”

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 21 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French, German, and Italian, with more titles releasing in the future.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.

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