Do
you love reverse harem romances? Love Christmas books? Then check out
Moonstone!
Moonstone
is a standalone contemporary reverse
harem romance, which is part of the Jewels Café series—all of
which can be read as standalones.
Blurb
Christmas
gifts aren’t the only surprises Ginny is going to get this year.
Moonstone
Guinevere ‘Ginny’ Miles is in Silver Springs visiting her parents
for the holidays. They moved to the town five years ago, and adore
their new life here. Used to the hustle and bustle of London,
England, Ginny isn’t convinced at first—what’s so great about a
small town in Upstate New York, anyway? Despite her own opinions,
it’s clear to Ginny the move has done her parents the world of
good—they look years younger. There’s clearly something magical
about this town.
Following
some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs has its
charms—Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin
spice latte. Ginny’s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three
years, but nothing quite like this.
Her
taste buds are still tingling from the tasty treat when she comes
across a broken-down truck on the way back to her parents’ place.
And when she spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it’s
not just her taste buds that are tingling.
Is
Ginny’s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more
interesting?
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Excerpt
Moonstone
Guinevere Miles—known as Ginny to people who didn’t want to incur
her fierce and everlasting wrath—heaved her suitcase off the
luggage reclaim belt with an “Oof!” and placed it on the floor, a
sigh of relief escaping her. At least the thing had wheels—she
didn’t really have the energy for carrying a heavy suitcase all the
way through Customs and out to Arrivals. The long, tiring flight had
seen to that. No matter how much she tried, no matter how exhausted
she was, she simply could not fall
asleep on a plane. Ever. Eye mask, ear plugs, meditation, bloody
whale music—nothing helped. She’d long since resigned herself to
staying awake while snores from other passengers emanated around the
cabin. At least it had only been about seven and a half hours since
taking off from Heathrow—she couldn’t imagine what state she’d
be in if she ever flew any longer than that—to Australia, New
Zealand or somewhere.
Doubtful
that would
ever happen, though. It had taken long enough for her to get her
backside out to the east coast of America, where her parents had been
running a retreat since retiring five years ago. But then, things
were different now, weren’t they? Which was why she was even here
in the first place—it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.
Thinking
of her parents brought an inevitable smile to her face, and inserted
a little more spring in her step. Despite the energy and mood suck
that had been the flight, she was excited to be here. She was eager
to see her parents, and to find out exactly what they’d built up
over the last five years. She’d seen photos and videos, but it
wasn’t the same as actually being
there.
When
they’d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to
open a retreat in Upstate New York, she’d been floored. Who the
hell retires, only to take on a massive project like that? Surely the
whole point of retiring is to wind down, enjoy some free time, relax?
But no, her mum and dad—who, to be fair, had never been what one
would call conventional—had set their hearts on it. They’d had a
huge purge of their belongings, sold their cars and house, and jetted
off across the pond, leaving Ginny shocked and not a little bereft.
She’d been so used to having them close by and had quickly realized
just how much she’d taken that for granted.
At
the same time, her own career had taken off and she’d become so
busy that her parents’ sudden distance hadn’t made the blindest
bit of difference. She barely saw the inside of her own flat, never
mind her friends and family. This was the first Christmas she’d had
off work since then, too, and she was looking forward to spending it
with her parents more than she could put into words. They’d been
big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as such,
Ginny’s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of
Christmases past. They’d been useful to get her through the last
five crappy ones, too, where a microwaved ready meal was the best she
could hope for, if she hadn’t managed to wangle a free meal from
the place she’d been working at at the time.
Her
smile widened, and she walked faster still—God,
just how big was this bloody airport?—desperate
to see her mum and dad and start the Christmas holiday with a bang.
Anticipation rushed through her. They’d have turkey and roast
potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts laden with
enough calories to last them until Valentine’s Day, Christmas
carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights…
And
Santa Claus. Two of them, in fact, jumping up and down
enthusiastically and waving wildly at her, with not a rotund belly in
sight.
Ginny
was so excited, she couldn’t even be bothered with the
embarrassment she might have felt at being greeted in a public place
by her parents dressed up in Santa outfits. Plus, nobody knew her
here anyway, so who cared?
She
scurried around the barrier, almost flipping her case in her haste to
turn a corner, then covered the remaining distance between them in
seconds flat and released the handle of her suitcase. A series of
squeals and exclamations went up—from all three of them—and then
everything went dark as Ginny was enveloped in a warm, fluffy
embrace, her face crushed up against what she suspected was the white
fur trim on her mother’s jacket, and kisses rained down on her. It
was all she could do to suck in oxygen as she was squeezed and
squeezed them right back. She was assailed by the scents of clean
clothes, shampoo, perfume, and cologne—all perfectly lovely smells
by themselves, but somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible
murmurings reached her ears, but she didn’t bother to reply since
she had no idea what was being said. And she didn’t need words,
anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to soak up the
enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.
She
was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.
Eventually,
her parents loosened their hold enough so she could step back and
actually look at
them. She took in her father’s handsome face, his steel-gray
hair—or what she could see beneath the hat, at least—his wide
grin, and her mother’s long, light gray, waist-length plaits, the
glint in her eyes and the glow of her skin.
“Guys,
you look fantastic! If
this is what retirement does for you, I think I might sign up now.”
Her
mother, Deborah, gave a nonchalant shrug—which, given her attire,
was way more amusing than it should have been. “What can I say,
sweetheart? I feel fantastic.
I’ve got so much more energy than I ever had in London, even when I
was much younger.” She shrugged again. “It’s the retreat, I’m
sure of it—the moment your father and I first set foot there all
those years ago, I felt there was something magical about it. Silver
Springs is the most wonderful little town, and we’re lucky enough
to live and work in the most spectacular part of it—though it
hardly feels like work.”
Ginny
gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her father,
Charlie. “And you, Dad? You look twenty years younger, but how do
you feel?”
His
face took on a beatific expression. “The same as your mother,
kiddo. Exactly the same. If I’d known just how wonderful it would
be, I’d have thrown in the towel and moved out here years ago.
Decades, even.” He grabbed the handle of Ginny’s case in one
hand, then looped the other around her neck and pulled her in to drop
a kiss on her chin-length blonde hair, which he then ruffled. “I’m
so thrilled you’re here, Moony. You’re going to love it in Silver
Springs. Just love it! Come on, let’s get going. We’ve got a long
drive ahead of us, and the weather’s on the turn.”
Ginny
bit back comments on both his use of her childhood nickname, and his
messing up of her hair. She didn’t want to dampen the almost
euphoric mood that seemed to float between the three of them—a
combination of being pleased to see each other, and her parents’
obvious appreciation of their new home. Though five years was hardly
new anymore, was it? She really should have visited before now, but
the circumstances had been impossible. Now they weren’t, and she
was here, in the bosom of her family, at Christmas time, and it was
going to be magical.
And,
at some point, she’d enlighten her parents about the fact she had
nothing in particular to rush home for, either. But that could wait.
No need to burst the happy, everything-is-perfect bubble just yet.
She’d let them all enjoy their first Christmas together in years
before thinking about that.
They
made their way out of the airport building. The cold air slapped
Ginny in the face, momentarily taking her breath. Her slight gasp
drew her mother’s keen eye. “I hope you listened to me,
sweetheart, and brought warm clothes with you. It’s even colder up
in Silver Springs, you know.”
“The
car’s not far,” her dad piped up. “I’ll get the heating on as
soon as we’re inside, and we’ll soon have you snug as a bug in a
rug.” He tipped her a wink, and warmth flooded her veins. She
hadn’t realized until now just how much she’d missed her wacky
yet lovable parents. They might be unconventional, but they’d given
her a wonderful childhood. When she’d reached adulthood, they’d
remained incredibly close, with them managing to achieve the perfect
balance of loving and supportive without being controlling. They’d
let her forge her own path, make her own mistakes, and had been there
to help pick up the pieces without uttering so much as a “I told
you so.”
They’d
definitely earned this idyllic new life they’d carved out for
themselves, and she couldn’t wait to experience it for herself, if
only for a little while. Though she wasn’t sure how much fun there
was to be had in the back end of beyond. It was hardly going to be
lively. Perhaps it was a good thing she was only here for an extended
holiday.
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Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels
Stately
Pleasures (named
in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That
You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner
of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an
Amazon bestseller), The
Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight
and The
Heiress’s Harem series.
Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to
her name. Find out more about her writing at
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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