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More Than I Can Say
by Kris Francoeur
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Georgiana
is gorgeous, smart, and independent, and has no need for a romantic
relationship at this point in her life. While attending a
professional conference, she finds herself painfully attracted to her
new boss, Jackson, and struggles to not give into temptation. When
the desire is too much to ignore, they agree to a short passionate
interlude there, to never be repeated again once they are home. But
can they really stay away from each other? When Georgiana realizes
the universe is plotting to bring them together, she is filled with
joy, then it all falls apart.
Can
Jack and Georgiana finally accept their love?
Will
Jack stay once he knows her secrets?
Will
they find their forever together?
The Stained Glass Window
by Kris Francoeur
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Lilly
has the perfect life... she's beautiful, successful, and financially
independent.
Lilly
inherits a mysterious house in Vermont. She sees it as her life only
getting better. She hires a hot contractor to fix up and restore the
grand old house, then meets a gorgeous Italian professor who showers
her with attention. What seems like a perfect life can sometimes be
masking dark secrets just beneath the surface and old houses have
their memories.
Will Lilly do the reasonable, safe, and
expected thing and marry the dashing professor or give in to the raw
passion of a future with the one man who has not only discovered the
secrets of the house, but also Lilly's?
Letting Go For Love
by Kris Francoeur
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Dot
Murphy is not living the life she had planned.
Married
at eighteen to her first love, her life had seemed perfect until the
only man she had ever loved was killed in a tragic car accident,
leaving her alone to raise their two young boys.
Years later,
Dot meets the one man to get under her skin emotionally and
hormonally, Sebastian Boone. Boone falls hard for the auburn-haired
mom and artist, but she is hesitant to do anything that will take her
total focus off her boys.
Can Dot trust Boone enough to allow
him to fully be part of her world? Can she love him, body and soul,
and still be the mom she wants to be? Is their love strong enough to
survive?
Tomorrow and Yesterday
by Kris Francoeur
Genre: Contemporary Romance
The
air was so cold, it was hard for her to breathe. Who was she kidding?
It could have been a balmy, sunny day, and she still would have felt
the clogging tightness of her throat, air barely able to get through
to her lungs...
Delaney
Adams isn’t hiding from her past. She doesn’t have a past, at
least as far as anyone currently in her life knows. She has a great
job, a small but supportive group of friends, and absolutely no
romantic life at all. Her life is just the way she wants it. When she
meets artist James McDaniels, she is caught between her attraction to
him, her distrust of men, and the fear that he will reject her if he
ever learns who she really is. But her past secretly stalks Delaney,
and eventually it catches up to her. When it all explodes into her
current life, they have to figure out what to do.
That Missed Call
by Kris Francoeur
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Kat
thought the night she met handsome, sexy Alex was just a dream. When
he gave Kat his number, asking her to call him, she was over the
moon. Sitting in her college dorm, hands shaking with anticipation,
she wondered if he really was attracted to her. Was he just being
nice to his best friend’s younger sister?
That
moment… that call would shift Kat’s future in ways she never
could have imagined.
Five
years later, a chance encounter brings Alex back into Kat’s life.
He makes it clear he’s attracted to her, but Kat isn’t the same
naïve college girl when they first met. Struggling with her own
attraction to Alex, she isn’t sure she can trust him.
All
Alex wants is a future with Kat, but her hesitancy confuses and
frustrates him. He knows there are shadows in her life, but nothing
could change how he feels about her.
Will
Kate be able to trust Alex with her heart and a devastating secret
she’s sure will turn him away?
Prologue
Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, Jackson started up the 5.8
mile trail to the summit. He was looking forward to training outdoors for the
Spartan Race, instead of in the city gyms.
Almost a mile in, he paused to adjust his pack before
beginning to run again, happy that no one else seemed to be out this early on a
Sunday morning. As he picked up his pace, he heard a noise behind him. Glancing
over his shoulder and saw a small blonde woman rapidly approaching. As she
caught up, she shouted. “Stay left!”
“Huh?”
She pointed to the greenery on the right without breaking
stride. “Nettles. You’re in shorts, you’ll get stung.”
He swerved left. “Thanks.”
As she ran past him, Jack got a view of her very shapely
backside framed in running tights, her fitted tank top highlighting her curves,
and a very distinctive tattoo of a star on her left shoulder.
In less than a minute, she was out of sight. Intrigued, he
picked up his pace, in an effort to catch up.
As Jackson reached the wooden steps that he had read were
just below the summit, he heard her voice again. “Careful. Last step is
cracked.”
He adjusted his stride as his foot was about to come down,
then slowed even further as he came into the clearing at the top of the
mountain. There she was, standing on a large flat rock, water bottle in her
hand.
Seeing her face fully for the first time, he smiled. Bright
green eyes were framed by blonde hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She
looked at him in curiosity. Jackson felt a surge of physical awareness as he
realized how beautiful this stranger was. “Thanks for the warnings.”
Georgiana took a sip of water, feeling herself react in a way
that hadn’t happened with any man in a very, very long time. Dark brown hair
swept back from his face, contrasting with the blue-gray of his eyes. Even from
a distance, it was clear that he would tower over her, but then again, most
people did. The well-defined muscles in his arms and legs made it clear that he
trained regularly. She wondered who he was, as she knew almost everyone who ran
trails in the area. “You’re welcome.”
Jackson snagged water from his pack. “Great trail.” He looked
at his watch to gauge his time. “Do you run it often?”
“Yes.”
Her brief answer sparked his curiosity, and it suddenly became
a challenge to get her to say more. “Is it always this quiet?”
She nodded. “It’s closed for several months in the spring and
early summer because the peregrines nest here. But even when it reopens, it’s
usually pretty quiet because it’s steep and long. Not everyone’s up for the
challenge.”
“True.”
She stood up and tucked the water back in her trail pack.
“When you go down, stay to the inside on the steps. They wobble.”
“Wait. Are you training for something in particular?”
She grinned. “Yes.” She waved to him as she started toward
the trail. “Have a great trip down.”
The Stained Glass Window
Chapter 1
I stood in my brightly lit kitchen, stirring pasta into the
boiling water. I was starved – ready to eat anything.
Yup, this was my life. Forgetting to eat until I was so
hungry, I could eat anything. Forget about decent food; had there been chips in
the house, I would have choked down a whole damn bag while the water boiled.
Why not eat like a normal person? Well, truth be told, I’m
not exactly normal.
Three minutes were left on the timer, and everything else was
ready. I had some chopped chicken with spinach, onions, and zucchini ready to
be tossed with the pasta and some olive oil. A shower of Parmesan over the
whole thing, and it would be a great dinner.
Dinner? Had I eaten lunch? Shit, I bet I didn’t. My last meal
had been an early morning cup of coffee and a banana. No wonder I was famished.
Taking a sip of wine, I tapped my foot as I contemplated
eating crunchy pasta.
Just then, the phone rang. No, I thought, not now. I wanted
food. My phone was on the table, so I couldn’t see the caller ID. Whoever it
was, they could wait. If it were important, they would leave a message or call
back, buying me enough time to drain my pasta, toss my meal together, and sit
down at the table. I could return the call once I got a few bites into me.
Finally, Alexa sounded the timer. Once I dumped the pasta into the pan with
everything else, I gave it a rudimentary stir and scooped most of it into a
pasta bowl.
The blasted phone was ringing again. Still nope. I was
grating the cheese over my bowl, ready to take it and my glass of wine to the
table. Only then would I see who wanted to talk to me so badly.
At the table, I quickly ground a decent amount of black
pepper onto my meal, then a dash of salt. I topped off my wine and took my
first glorious bite. It may not have been fancy, and maybe not even that good,
but it was ambrosia to me. No, not the gross marshmallow “salad,” but the food
of the Greek gods. In fact, it might have been the best meal I had ever eaten,
or at least the best since yesterday, when I’d forgotten to eat then too.
Three bites later, I was ready to look at my phone. Two calls
in quick succession, and as I looked at the screen, I realized they were both
from James Lions. Hmm…Was he going to make my day or ruin it?
Just then, my phone lit up with a text. Lil – call
me! It was James again. I took a sip, then hit call. He answered on the
third ring. “About time,” he said.
I smiled. James always made me smile. “I was making dinner.
You could wait until I’d had a couple of bites.”
“You should treat me better, you know that, right?”
That made me laugh. “I know. You’re a prince to put up with
me.”
“Good to hear you say it.”
“Always good to make you happy.” I took another bite, chewed,
and swallowed. “So, what’s up?”
“She’s dead.”
Prologue
Dot sat on the edge of her bed, her feet dangling above the
cold floor of her room. Was she really getting up this early on Thanksgiving?
God, a day to sleep in as long as she wanted seemed like a fantasy. She was so
tired.
Shaking her head, she sighed. “Suck it up, buttercup. This is
life. Be thankful you only have to make a pie for today.”
With that, she placed her feet on the ice-cold floor,
shivered, and headed to the shower.
Afterwards, Dot poured a cup of coffee, sneaking a glance at
the clock on the wall. She had twenty minutes before she needed to wake the
boys, so, if she focused, she could get the next section of the application
done.
She opened her laptop and clicked on the tab. Seeing the form
populate with the work she had already done, she paused. Was it worth even
trying? Yes, it was. She needed this grant. She had already made it through the
first round of the application process; this was a much more comprehensive
version.
She leaned back in her chair, daydreaming for just a moment.
If she was awarded the money, she would be able to paint full-time for a whole
year; the foundation would pay her enough to cover her bills. And she
could paint. She could take advantage of natural daylight instead of
limiting herself to those late-night hours when the boys slept. It would be a
dream come true.
It was a long shot, but she had to try.
Prologue
The air was so cold, it was hard for her to breathe. Who was
she kidding?
It could have been a balmy, sunny day, and she still would have felt the
clogging tightness of her throat, air barely able to get through to her lungs.
So the biting late November air really didn’t matter. The small shards of ice
pelleting her face as the storm rolled in didn’t matter either. Neither did the
painful cold that was seeping through her jeans from sitting on the stone
wall. Her voice trembled. “I don’t even know if you’d still like chocolate or
not.” She looked at the sky, so dark and foreboding. “I wish we could have
had the time to get to know each other as adults, Jake.”
She sat on the seawall for a long time, looking out at the
gray, raging
ocean, her heart aching for what could have and should have been. With
trembling gloved hands, she pulled the cupcake wrapper off the pastry,
stuffing it in her pocket without caring if she dirtied her puffer coat. With
tears running down her cheeks, she bit one half of the small pastry,
swallowing the chocolate cake with vanilla frosting without really tasting it,
or allowing herself any joy from the decadent confection. Then, with an
angry motion, she threw the rest of the cupcake out into the ocean, seeing it
bob on the waves for just a moment before it sank. “Happy birthday, Jakie.
I love you and miss you.”
That Missed Call
Prologue
Luke opened the door. “Alex! Come on in.”
Alex grinned as he handed his friend a bottle of wine. “Hey,
Luke. Peter has you serving as doorman, huh?”
“I wasn’t supposed to be, but-” He gestured down the hallway.
“Hear the music? They’re dancing in the living room.”
“Who?”
“Peter and his sister.”
Alex’s expression was blank, so Luke continued. “His little
sister Kat. You’ve met her, right?”
Alex shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Pete invited her to fill out the dinner table after you said
Diana couldn’t make it.”
Alex tried to hide his confusion. Why on earth would Peter
invite a kid to a dinner party?
Luke was clearly amused. “Anyway, when I left them, they were
dancing a polka in there. You gotta check it out.”
Alex followed Luke down the hall, still bemused. All he could
see when he walked into the living room was Peter’s back. Alex swallowed hard
as a woman came into view. This was no baby sister. This was a
gorgeous young woman wearing a simple dark green sweater with a cowl neckline
and a flowing black skirt that swirled around her ankles as she moved.
Momentarily at a loss for words, Alex just stared.
Noticing the stranger, the woman abruptly stopped dancing,
her face darkening with a heated blush. She quickly silenced the music by
pushing the power button off.
Looking around in surprise, Peter laughed and casually draped
an arm over her shoulders. “Alex,” he exclaimed, “glad you made it.” Kissing
the top of his sister’s head, Peter continued, “Alex, this is my baby sister
Kat. Kat, this is Alex. I can’t believe the two of you haven’t crossed paths
yet.”
Kat put out her hand, trying not to gawk at the stunningly
attractive man standing in front of her. “Nice to meet you. Sorry for the
polka…”
Alex extended his hand and felt the warmth of her small one
sliding into his. “I’m Alex.”
She grinned. “I gathered that.”
“Huh?” What was she talking about?
Her tone was teasing. “Peter just said so. He just introduced
us, remember?”
Alex pulled himself together and grinned back at her. “Nice
to meet you too, Kat. Love the polka.”
Just then, the doorbell rang again. Luke turned some soft
piano music on while the rest of the group moved toward the brightly lit
kitchen and dining area. Moving ahead of Alex, Kat tried to forget how much she
liked feeling her hand in his.
Seated at the table, Alex was pleased to find himself across
from Kat. As the boisterous group settled in, he realized Kat knew the other
two members of the band well, and even knew one of their dates. He passed a
plate of antipasto to her. “How is it that you know Will and Dana, and even
Maggie, but not me?”
She smiled, trying to fight the surge of warmth she felt in
response to his gaze. He was so gorgeous. Had she ever seen a man
this attractive in real life? His dark brown eyes met hers directly, and his
chestnut waves of hair nearly reached his shoulders. His skin was tanned,
unusual in New York in the winter. Had he been traveling, or did he live
elsewhere? She abruptly realized she had not responded. “Will and Pete have
been friends for years. I met Dana last year when I was home for Christmas. And
Maggie’s mom is friends with ours.”
“So, why haven’t we met?”
“With college and traveling, I haven’t been around much. We
must have just missed each other.”
Peter gave a piercing whistle from the other end of the
table. “Kat, Alex! Hello, join the rest of us.”
The two laughed and the conversation shifted back to the
whole group chatting together.
Over the next few hours, the eight of them ate, laughed, and
all but Kat drank numerous glasses of wine. As the evening continued, Alex felt
a growing frustration that the group dynamic was thwarting his efforts to have
a one-on-one conversation with Kat.
At the end of the evening, Alex extended his hand to shake Kat’s
one more time. “It was great to meet you.”
He noticed her cheeks turn pink. Had she enjoyed meeting as
much as he did? “Likewise,” she said. Her voice was husky.
“Maybe we’ll see each other again,” Alex offered.
“I’d like that.”
After the guests left, Kat said goodnight and slipped into
the guest room. Normally, when she was home on college break, she stayed with
her parents, but her dad needed to go out of town on business and her mom had
gone along. Kat would have been fine at home alone but staying at Peter’s felt
like a true vacation.
Sliding under the covers, she lay in the darkened room, the
only light coming from the city lights beyond her window.
Who was Alex? And who was his girlfriend? Was it serious? After all,
she had not accompanied him tonight.
Kat replayed every second of the evening. Alex had seemed
interested and had spent more time talking with her than anyone else, but maybe
that was just her impression.
Was he interested or just being polite? Their age gap was
obvious but was six years a problem? She wondered what dating an older man was
like.
But this was silly, Alex had a girlfriend. Nothing else
mattered. She certainly found him fascinating and attractive beyond words, but
he was taken. She needed to keep that in mind and not act like such an idiot.
Yeah, right… No matter how much she wanted to pretend
otherwise, she was going to fall asleep remembering every word he had spoken
and every smile that had lit up his face. His gorgeous face. This was going to
be a long, sleepless night.
The next morning, Peter handed his sister a cup of coffee.
“You enjoyed last night?”
“Yeah, it was fun.” Kat gazed into her mug, feeling foolish
as she thought about the hours she had spent fantasizing.
“Want to do it again?”
His question confused her. “You’re having another dinner
party?”
“Remember how I said I’m going to Don
Giovanni tonight? Alex’s girlfriend bailed on him again, so we have an
extra ticket. Want to go?”
The word girlfriend sucked some of the excitement
out of her daydream, but even if she was remotely in the picture, she sure did
not seem to be around much. Kat’s eyes sparkled when she thought of the
potential the evening held. “I would love to,” she said.
Alex felt jittery when he pushed the doorbell that evening.
Luke answered once again, and the two of them walked into the kitchen, laughing
about déjà vu.
Just a few minutes later, Kat entered the room as Alex turned
around.
He swallowed hard. As he had been talking to Peter and Luke,
he told himself last night’s reaction to her probably came out of
a lot of good red wine. She was Peter’s baby sister, but no matter
how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, what he saw now was a
gorgeous, interesting woman wearing a simple but sexy black dress, her
strawberry blonde hair pulled up into a modest twist.
He tried not to stare, but his eyes followed her elegantly
plunging neckline as it dove just deep enough to show an observant man that she
was braless. The shimmering fabric skimmed curves that would keep most men
awake at night. Black stilettos showcased her legs. At a loss for words, Alex
tried to think of something intelligent to say.
Kat felt unexpectedly shy. “Hi, Alex.”
“Hi, Kat.”
Peter looked up from the sink where he was washing his hands.
“Hey, isn’t that the dress Jess gave you for Christmas?”
She nodded, uncomfortably aware that she had become the
center of attention. “Yeah.”
Luke grinned. “Well, you look fabulous in it. Jess has good
taste.”
Kat walked around the center island to hug him. “I’m so glad
to see you tonight, Luke. I didn’t think I would see you again before I left.
And thanks for the compliment,” she said with a wink.
“It wasn’t a compliment; I was just stating the obvious.
Besides, I had to come over— you know how much I love the opera.”
Kat wrinkled her nose. “And Peter.”
He kissed her cheek. “And you.” He grinned at Peter.
“He’s pretty okay too, I guess.”
Alex smiled as he realized he was assigned the seat next to
Kat at Lincoln Center. He watched in fascination as she gave the performance
her entire concentration. She turned toward him at intermission. “I had
forgotten how much I love the opera,” she said.
“It shows.” Alex looked at the glow on her cheeks. “How long
since you’ve been?”
Her eyes narrowed as she thought back. “Probably four years.
My dad and I used to go pretty regularly, but it’s hard now with my schedule.”
She sighed happily. “But the last time we came, it was La Boheme, which is
my all-time favorite.”
As they chatted, Alex was intrigued by the depth of her
knowledge of opera, something many people knew little about.
After the last bow, Alex held Kat’s coat for her and tried to
hide his pleasure as he realized she was blushing just a bit when she thanked
him.
Peter took her arm. “Okay, brat, how about some dinner now?”
As the group approached their table at the restaurant, Kat
hesitated. Where should she sit? Rationally, she knew Alex was too old for her.
Never mind that he was supposed to be with a date. But on the other hand …
Before she could make up her mind, Peter and Luke sat together
on one side of the table, leaving an empty chair next to Alex. After a nervous
hesitation, Kat sat down.
The waiter quickly appeared, ready to take drink orders. The
men ordered beers, while Kat asked for a seltzer. Alex looked at her
quizzically. “You don’t want anything stronger?”
“Want has nothing to do with it,” she said. “I can’t.”
Alex did not understand. “What do you mean?”
She was clearly embarrassed by the question. “I won’t be
twenty-one until next fall.”
Alex tried to hide his surprise. Holy shit! He had been
thinking how much he would like to spend more time with her, and now he
realized she truly was just a kid.
The waiter reappeared with their drinks, and they all ordered
dinner. Over the meal, the four of them laughed and joked, and Alex began to
forget about the six-year age difference as he enjoyed himself more than he had
in months.
Coffee had just been delivered to the table when two
well-dressed men walked by the table holding hands. One of them did a
double-take. “Peter! Luke!”
Within moments, introductions were made and the two men
pulled up a set of chairs. After finishing their coffees, the newcomers
broached the idea of going dancing. Peter and Luke were both obviously tempted
but hesitated as they looked at Kat.
She rolled her eyes. “Guys, just go. I’m tired anyway, so I’m
happy to head back to the apartment and get a few hours of sleep.”
Peter patted her hand. “No, we’ll go home too.”
She shook her head. “No, you won’t. Go have fun, I’ll be
fine.”
As the two started to argue, Alex held up his hand in a
gesture of peace. “I’ll walk Kat home. You guys go out. We’ll be fine.”
Kat bristled. “I don’t need anyone to walk me home. You can
go too,” she said.
He tried to hide the excitement he felt at the idea of
spending some time alone with her. Age difference be damned, he wanted to get
to know her better. “Kat, I’ll walk you home and then head home myself.”
When they left the restaurant some time later, Kat had not
decided whether she felt annoyed or pleased.
She did not say anything for almost a block, so finally Alex
spoke. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she said, sharper than she intended.
He grinned. “Then why are you giving me the silent
treatment?”
Kat drew a breath and said, “I don’t need an escort, you
know.”
He put his hand on her arm. “I never said you did.”
She shook off his hand, reminding herself of the
word girlfriend. Trying to push desire away, she decided to focus on her
earlier anger. “Yes, you did. You made it sound like I needed a babysitter.”
“No, I didn’t. You just heard it that way. I
offered to walk you home so Peter and Luke could go out without worrying about
you.” He grinned, trying to break the tension. “Besides, it was the perfect
excuse for me too.”
“Meaning?”
“I was included in the dancing invitation, remember? No
offense to anyone, but dancing at a gay bar wasn’t really what I was in the
mood for this evening.”
Kat looked at him and laughed. “You’re right. The way you
look and going solo? You’d be mobbed in minutes.”
Alex smiled at the unexpected compliment. “So, can you
forgive me and let me walk you home?”
Cheerful again, Kat slipped her hand through the crook of his
elbow. “Deal. It would probably sound stupid for me to say that I
really wanted to walk through the city alone at this hour anyway.”
“Especially looking the way you do,” he quipped.
The two of them chatted easily as they walked through the
chilly streets. When they reached Peter’s apartment building, Kat stopped and
turned to him. “Do you want to come up?”
Alex looked down at her, her eyes sparkling in the
streetlight. “I’d love to. Just for a few minutes though. I know you want to
get some sleep.”
Kat made tea and the two of them sat on the couch, warming
their hands on the mugs. Hours passed as they talked, laughing until their
sides hurt.
Alex rose as the mantle clock chimed for the third time since
their arrival. “Okay,” he said, “I need to go. You need sleep.” At the door, he
touched her cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For going to the opera tonight, and for letting me walk you
home. I had a great time.” His voice was warm. “I don’t remember the last time
I laughed so much.”
Kat rose on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “You’re
welcome,” she said. “Thank you for keeping me company, it was a lot of fun.”
“My pleasure.” He paused with his hand on her arm, now
suddenly nervous. “Kat, would you go out with me sometime? I mean, just us?”
For a moment, she fought the urge to jump up and down and
shout yes. Then cold reality forced its way through. Her voice trembled a
bit. “Alex, I’d love to, but…”
“But, what?”
“As much as I don’t want to bring this up, don’t you have a…
umm…”
“A what?”
“A girlfriend. You have a girlfriend, right?”
Alex felt relief rush through him. She was not turning him
down out of lack of interest. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Since when?” She sounded suspicious as she narrowed her
eyes. “She was supposed to be here last night, and tonight…”
Alex took her hand. “I broke up with her last night.”
Her brow furrowed. “Oh?”
He smiled. “It just didn’t feel right once I realized I would
rather work up the nerve to ask you out.”
A smile spread slowly across her face. “Really?”
“Really.”
She squeezed his hand. “Okay, so ask me again,” she enthused.
“Kat, would you like to go out with me sometime?”
“Yes.” Her eyes clouded. “But I’m going back to college
tomorrow, so I won’t be back in the city for quite a while. At least a couple
months.”
Disappointment flooded him as he understood the reality. “Oh,
right. So, I guess when we’re both in the city, we’ll go on a date? In the
meantime, how about you call me sometime?” His voice deepened, quickly adding,
“But I do remember how stressful the last semester of college is, so no
pressure. I’ll leave it in your hands, okay?”
“Okay. So, I should call you?”
“Please.”
She paused, knowing how often she would think about him until
then. “This week will be insane with going back, figuring out classes, books,
and all that crap. It probably won’t be until later this week.”
“Works for me,” he said, taking a deep breath. “The ball is
in your court, so to speak.”
A notepad sat on a nearby table, and Alex bent over it and
scrawled something. “Here’s my number. Use it anytime.”
Kat took it, trying to hide her delight. “I will.”
“If I don’t answer, feel free to leave a message. I’ll get
back to you.”
She grinned. “Promise?”
Smiling like a little kid, he started to laugh. “Cross my
heart.”
For the second night in a row, Kat slipped under the covers
thinking only of Alex. He had asked her out. He wanted to go out with her.
Shit, he had even dumped his girlfriend on the off chance that she would go out
with him. Kat hugged herself. That amazing man wanted to go out with her.
Holy shit!
Kat wiggled happily. Alex wanted to go out with her.
Kris Francoeur, writer and educator, is a grieving mother who has found joy and light again through the practices of conscious and deliberate gratitude, unconditional acceptance and connection with nature. With Master’s degrees in both Counseling Psychology and Educational Leadership, Kris writes with authority about grief and moving forward in our very busy and stressful world. A published author of fiction, Kris has published three romance novels (More Than I Can Say, That One Small Omission and The Phone Call) with Solstice Publishing using her pen name Anna Belle Rose. Kris lives in beautiful Addison County, Vermont with her husband and youngest son, a small herd of alpacas, a flock of chickens and several hives of bees. Kris loves to spend time with her family (including older son, daughter and grandchildren), spending time in the garden and spinning the alpaca fiber for yarn for knitting.
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Thank you for sharing this author spotlight and the books' details, these all sound like stories that I would enjoy reading
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