I love bargains, and there is such a fantastic collection of romance stories by more than 80 authors!
NB: I discovered that the initial volume that you receive ONLY the SWEET stories. There is a link that has to be clicked in order to get the rest of the stories. This offer is only available for a LIMITED time.
Only $.99 (please check price before purchase) for a limited time.
Net proceeds go to Ronald McDonald House.
Anthology Synopsis
Meet me under the mistletoe...
In this limited edition Christmas romance
collection love blooms underneath the mistletoe as secret admirers finally
confess their love and secret Santas make holiday wishes of the heart come true.
Get into the Christmas spirit by diving into
these stories where anything can happen through the magic of Christmas—and love.
Authors in this collection are:
Mandy Melanson - USA Today Bestselling Author
Sunny Abernathy
Sofia Aves
Danika Bloom
Jennifer Bonds
J. Shanee Byers
Leann Castellanos
MaryAnn Clarke
Caitlyn Coakley
Merrie Destefano
Maci Dillon
Beth Fred
Amber Ghe
Adina D. Grey
Gabbi Grey
Susan Horsnell
K.L. Humphreys
Ivy Hunt
Lizzie James
Ainsley Jaymes
Di Jones
A.L. Morrow
Colleen Key
Mia Kingsley
Nikki Landis
Jeanine Lauren
Dawn Luedecke
Margaret Madigan
C.N. Marie
Chelsea McDonald
Stacey Jaine McIntosh
Katherine Moore
Irene Micheals
Marianne Petit
Kyrii Rayne
Arietta Richmond
J.A. Roles
Katy Rose
Elle Ryan - USA Today Bestselling Author
Angela Scavone
Rachel A. Smith
Emmanuelle Snow
Amy Stephens
Stacey Wallace
Tienna Wilde
Aubrey Wynne
Stormy Winds
Rayne Elizabeth
Faedra Rose
Jennifer M. Miller
A.M. Daniels
Adam Johnson
Amy C. Beckinsale
Ashley Zakrzewski
Callie Vegas
Dusty Grein
Emma Mountford
Helena Novak
Isabela Jacobs
Jenny Redford
Jessica Ames
Jo Bradley
Joe Quakenboss
K.M. Pyne
Lark Anderson
Lexi Noir
Marissa Ann
Mira Kane
Morgan Meyer
Naomi Panthera
Natalia Prim
Nikki Kimberly
Nova Edwins
R.J. Murray
Raquel Anne
S.E. Roberts
Sara Cunningham
Tabitha Barret
Thea Dane
Valkyrie Luna
Zaria Knight
Zelda Knight
Grab your copy now to experience the magic of
love during the holidays. Net proceeds go
to Ronald McDonald House. Release-week
price of 99 cents!
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Included are two LGBTQ stories:
Stanley’s Christmas Redemption
Gabbi Grey
Blurb:
Stanley
I have life figured out—a good job, a nice car, and an ex-boyfriend whose heart I broke. But then my younger half-brother dies unexpectedly, and I go back to our hometown to settle his affairs. A quick trip before Christmas. Instead, I get the shock of my life. Do I face this new challenge or do what I’ve always done and run? Or will I stay and get to know the most amazing man I’ve ever met and take on a responsibility I've never dreamed of facing? This is likely to be a holiday season like no other.
Justin
I’m a therapist who helps people deal with grief. My life is fulfilling. So what if I’ve been single for years? I have the kids I counsel and co-workers I adore. Maybe I’m tired of going home to an empty house and not looking forward to another Christmas alone. But I’m not going to be taken in by some slick city guy who can’t wait to leave town. I’m not going to upend my life just because I’ve met the man of my dreams. Right?
Excerpt
Stanley
“Hey, Asshat.”
Oh Christ. I knew that voice. More than once over the past seven years, I’d heard that voice in my mind. When I was down. Regretting my life’s decisions.
Meg dropped onto the stool next to me.
Of all the gin joints in the world. Well, coffee shops, but the sentiment was the same. All I wanted was to sit and sip my chai latté. And let the world go by. “It’s Christmas Eve, Meg. Maybe I deserve some peace?” I didn’t, but I had to try.
Meg sipped her black coffee. A large coffee. In a ceramic mug.
She was here for the long haul.
I could leave. Slip off my stool, head for the door, and disappear into the throng of Christmas shoppers in the mall. But I wouldn’t do that. Couldn’t do that. Meg was here to confront me about my past, and my best interests lay in letting her say her piece. Wait… “Why are you even in Mission City? I thought you and that wife of yours were in Calgary.”
“Namita. Her name is Namita. And since you haunt me on social media, you know this. Just like you know Maddox and his husband Ravi have two beautiful children.”
Yes, I knew. Yes, my ex had two beautiful infants. Yes, looking at those photos hurt my heart.
“Maddox doesn’t need your shit, Stan. You were safely ensconced in Vancouver. Why come back to Mission City? There’s nothing for you here.”
She spoke the absolute truth. But she didn’t know my truth.
“If I promise to stay out of Maddox’s way, will you leave me alone?”
“You think I’m going to take your word for it?” Incredulity laced her voice. “No, you’re screwed. I’m going to make your life a living hell. I’m the voice of Christmas Past.”
Note, she hadn’t actually answered my first question.
“But I’ll share that we’re here to visit Maddox, Ravi, and the twins.”
“Violet and Victor. Cute.” Crap. Why had I said that? Provided her with ammunition?
“You're going to stay well clear of those babies, hear me?” She sipped her coffee. “Because you know I’ll kick your ass.” She turned to give me an assessing look. “Although I have to say your ass is looking better than it has in a long time. You working out? You've lost weight?”
Nice of her to notice.
“I might’ve decided to do some extra workouts.” Not too defensive.
“Starting to feel your age? Afraid you can’t attract the young studs anymore?”
I was feeling every one of those forty-five years today. Meg was only a few behind me, but her wife was about fifteen years younger than her. “You worried your gorgeous young wife is going to tire of you?”
Her green eyes flashed. “Watch what you say about Namita. We have a soul bond. Nothing short of death will tear us apart.”
I’d once felt that way. About Maddox. Now I knew better. Nothing was forever.
“Look, Stan, I don’t know why you’re back. Frankly, I couldn’t give a shit. But you know I’m protective of my own. You hurt Maddox. Your leaving devastated him. I mean, how low can someone go?” She tapped a finger to her cup. The nail was short and unpolished. I used to think of her as rough as well, but time had softened my perception of her. I’d left, and she’d stayed. Been by Maddox’s side, in spirit if not in body. Theirs was a close bond, and she’d let me know what an asshole I was for leaving.
She wasn’t wrong.
“You do what you have to do.” She rose. “But give Maddox a wide berth. He’s forgiven you. I haven’t. You mess with his happiness, and I promise our next chat won’t be nearly as cordial.” She pushed her curly dark hair out of her eyes and our gazes locked. “We clear?”
“Crystal.”
She slapped me on the back. Hard. “Then have yourself a merry little Christmas.” She plopped her Vancouver Olympics 2010 hat onto her head and exited the coffee shop.
My latté had grown cold and my stomach was in knots. I could’ve told her the real reason I’d come home, but that would’ve been humiliating. I rose and stretched. Too long on that stool. I hadn’t asked her how she’d found me, but she’d always been good at stuff like that. Creative. Inventive.
Nosy.
Bio
Gabbi lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black.
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The Santagram
A.L. Morrow
Blurb:
Forget the mistletoe. To win back the heart of the man he loves, he'll have to jingle his bells instead.
Health nut Rory Townsend won’t admit it, but there are other things he’d rather be doing on a Saturday night than watching his partner, Nolan Shaw, clip his toenails and dribble ice cream down his T-shirt. In Nolan’s defense, it’s not his fault he’s in a rut: this past year has sucked—and not in the fun way.
Determined to give their relationship the shot of adrenaline it needs, Rory wants to get Nolan the perfect Christmas present. But funds are tight, so Rory gets creative and takes a side gig delivering naughty Santagrams. Sure, the outfit’s skimpy and he has to … um … jingle his bells. But Nolan’s worth it.
At least that’s what Rory thinks until he shows up at his next client's door and comes face-to-face with Nolan himself. Will a pair of skimpy red shorts and some mistletoe be enough to rescue their romance?
A novella-length story of approximately 20,000 words.
Excerpt:
Rory reached back to rub the base of his neck, which—for a reason he couldn’t quite confirm but suspected had something to do with Brooke’s sudden scheming—was becoming increasingly tense. “I don’t know. I’m not sure more time apart will help anything. We already barely see each other—”
“Exactly! Nolan’s barely home. He won’t notice or suspect a thing.”
“Yeah, but Emmett the EMT knows you exist. Nolan and me … not so much lately. If I’m never there to remind him, he might forget entirely.”
Brooke clicked her tongue and threw her hands in the air. “That’s not true, and you know it.” She adjusted the pace on her treadmill again, then gave Rory a pointed look. “Fight for your man, dude. I shouldn’t have to tell you this. Sheesh.”
She was right. He knew she was right. Nolan was worth it. He was worth everything.
“By the way,” Brooke added, “you do know Emmett’s last name isn’t really ‘the EMT,’ don’t you?”
Rory chuckled. “I was at the wedding. I saw the invitation. What can I say? I like the alliteration. And the fact that his career is basically an abbreviation for his name.”
“All right, just checking,” she said.
But she seemed unconvinced.
Bio
A.L. Morrow is the (naughtier) alter ego of a USA Today bestselling young adult author. When she isn’t writing clean(ish) YA tales, “A” enjoys dreaming up steamy scenes set in spectacular places—often along with a touch of magic or myth. She believes that love is love and likes reading and writing various genres of romance.
In her downtime (what’s that?), A finds delight in scouring for secondhand designer fashions. She briefly lived in a haunted mansion, once took a flight to visit Scotland for a day, and is prone to meeting minor celebrities in random hotel elevators. She resides in the eastern US.
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