Love in the Rockies
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25th Book Release Celebration!
Today is the day! The release of my 25th full-length book. 🙂 I wanted to thank everyone for all of their kind words, support, reviews, and e-mails over the years, so I thought I’d offer a crazy sale. For 48 hours you can snag one of my backlist books for ONLY $0.99!
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Stop in to chat with authors, win amazing prizes, or hang out and meet some new friends.
And now, for book #25! It is a historical western and the start of a brand new seven book series.
Love on the Praire
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Abigail McKinnie refuses to allow her sisters to be dispersed across the nation as mail order brides. Despite the fact the union soldiers took everything from them during their march through Atlanta-their lands scorched, house burned, food stolen-she won’t give up. With a plan in place, she sets out for Kansas to her second cousin under the guise of marriage. But instead, she plans to convince him that the seven of them can help run the homestead for him. Her plan is full proof, until she makes the arduous journey to discover he’s dead.
Owen Baker vows to never have a woman in his life again after the death of so many in his life, but when Abigail McKinnie struts onto his land claiming ownership on behalf of her dead cousin, he’s dumbfounded by her drive and beauty. Despite her abilities and their attraction, he vows to throw her over his horse to deliver her to the first train home the minute she recuperates from her trip.
List of books in reading order:
SWEET CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Sweetwater County Series
Winter in Sweetwater County
Spring in Sweetwater County
Fall in Sweetwater County
Christmas in Sweetwater County
Valentines in Sweetwater County
Fourth of July in Sweetwater County
Thanksgiving in Sweetwater County
Grace in Sweetwater County
Riverbend Series
In All My Wishes
In All My Years
In All My Dreams
In All My Life
Seasonal Stories:
A Christmas Spark
A Miracle Mountain Christmas
YOUNG ADULT PARANORMAL
Battle for Souls Series
Rise From Darkness
Fall From Grace
Ascension of Evil
The Neumarian Chronicles
Weighted
Escapement
Pendulum
Balance
HIGH FANTASY ADULT
The Shrouded Kingdoms
The Curse of Gremdon
The Secrets of Dargon
The Runes of Bramon (Coming Soon)
HISTORICAL WESTERN
A Prospectors Novel
Fools Rush
Adelaide: Bride of Maryland
McKinnie Mail Order Brides
Love on the Prairie
Love in the Rockies (Coming June 2017)
Love on the Plains (Coming September 2017)
Silver Edge Release Day!
All I’ve ever wanted is to fit in. But no one can ever see past how weird I am. Bright lights? Can’t stand them. Loud noises? Definitely sends me over the edge. And touching? Forget about it. At least, until I met Drake. From the moment I walked into that nightclub, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. And when Drake touched me, it didn’t send me into a tailspin of sensations that I couldn’t stand. It actually felt…nice. Like something I could get used to. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. But now someone wants to close the club down. And since I promised Drake that I’d help him keep it open, I’m going to have to find a way to tap into whatever that inner strength thing is that everyone always talks about. And fast. But what happens if I can’t? AVAILABLE NOW!
Chapter One
I knew I’d end up in a psych ward. A building with white walls, lumpy beds, harsh lights, and the smell of Clorox. But I hadn’t predicted the psych ward would be abandoned, sold off to the Community, a family of misfits.
The front doors opened, and a bitter New York wind swept through the lobby, bringing two Straight Edge Community Brothers with it. One in a Yankees cap, the other in a tight black T-shirt.
I didn’t know their names.
I didn’t want to know their names.
I never bothered with names. It made things easier that way.
“Hey, Scarlet.” Black T-shirt Guy waved.
I glanced over them but avoided connecting, as always. I stared at the Straight Edge poster. The large XXX provided an eye-contact safe zone, one that didn’t make me jittery.
The poster was mocking me. No drugs. No alcohol. No promiscuous sex. They forgot one line. No life. Only an existence of rules, rules, rules. But that wasn’t life, it was safety.
Yankee plopped down on the yellow couch. His forty-eight-hour-strength cologne surged over me like a noxious tsunami. “Did you land a job yet, Autistic One? You gonna crunch crazy numbers in your head like Rain Man?”
I swallowed my snark. “No. I’m waiting for our mighty ruler to return.” Okay, a little seeped out.
Yankee rubbed his pitiful attempt at a beard. It looked like long bug antennae dangling from his chin. “Cut Ton some slack. He saved you. He saved all of us. Who else would take on druggies? You would’ve been dead before your fifteenth birthday.”
Grateful. Yes, Ton gave me life and a roof over my head. A priceless gift for an orphaned, abused teen who didn’t like to be touched without a heavy dose of street drugs. No one had ever cared until Ton. “I’m nineteen.”
“Your skinny ass don’t look over fifteen,” Yankee said.
Black T-shirt walked over, getting too close, invading my well known no-intruding zone. “Don’t listen to him. You’re clean. And with your mad math skills, Ton’ll have you working some high-paying finance job, or have you do his books for his electrician company.”
Yankee shifted to the edge of the couch, his knee against my chair, threatening to touch my thigh. “She won’t last a day in a job outside the Community. Those numbers done rattled her brain.”
“Stop being an ass. Leave her alone,” Black T-shirt said, his voice taking on an I’m-going-to-protect-this-crazy-runt tone.
I’d been protected, isolated, confused, and imprisoned long enough to choke the life out of an orca. Still thankful, but still choking on rules.
How would I ever know if I could deal if I lived in an overprotective, structured, decisions-made-for-me home. Was I better, or just controlled?
His knee grazed mine, causing my crazy to awaken. A lice-infested, tiny-legs-crawling sensation claimed my scalp. With my anxiety reaching critical levels, I bolted from the common area to wait for Ton’s return in the safety of my room. A haven with no stench of bad cologne, mocking posters, or people. People expected things, like interaction. I wasn’t good with interaction.
I wanted to be better. I tried to be better. But I worried I’d never be more than a recovering street rat.
My fingers ached to pound piano keys, to lose myself in music, but the only thing available was my iPod. I slid my earphones in and cranked Mozart’s Symphony Number Four in D Major. The notes carried me to another world. A world of color, mystery, promises, love, loss… My world.
I tossed my sweatshirt on my bed and crawled onto the mattress. The stiff springs groaned from age. Closing my eyes, I listened to the music and lost myself in it.
Two songs later, a nudge to my forearm ripped me from my happy place. I opened my eyes and found Ton hovering over me, the bald, barge-sized, tattooed dictator with heart. A young girl stood in the doorway.
I stared at her, confused. She had the same dark hair— minus the purple streak—same willowy frame, and large eyes. The same strung-out druggy blank stare.
I tore the earphones out and pushed past him, but the stench of sweat and vomit halted me. I lifted my arm over my nose to shield from stench and sensory overload. “What’s she doing here? Why’s she in my room?”
Ton moved between us, the thick skin on his forehead crinkling. The movement brought the lion tattooed on the top of his head to life. Two fangs slid down from his hairline, as if feasting on his anger…on my fear. That was why he was nicknamed Ton. A ton of tattoos, a ton of attitude, a ton of terror. “This is…”
Ta-ton, Ta-ton, Ta-ton. My heart sprinted and I shrunk into myself like cornered prey. Mozart’s symphony played over in my head, each note taming my thrashing heart, dimming my fear.
“Did you hear me?” Ton blew out a large sigh, his cheeks collapsing.
Oh, shit. I did it again, faded out before the most important words could reach my brain. “Sure,” I said, my voice
recoiling faster than my body.
Ton rubbed his scalp as if taming his inner lion. His eyes softened, and he leaned against my desk. “She’ll be rooming here with you.”
My lungs tightened and my stomach clenched. My adrenaline revved, heating my skin to habanero hot. “Are you insane? I can’t room with anyone. I don’t want to smell her. I don’t want to hear her. I don’t want to know her. I want a job. I want a place of my own. I want out of here.” Guilt threatened to shove me back into submission, but I needed this. I needed to know if I could survive beyond the great white walls of protection.
“How do you think you’ll do at a job when you can’t even share a room? It’s time for you to take the next step in the process. I know you’re…sensitive. You admitted to me from day one that you needed drugs to handle sounds, lights, touch. I’ve talked to a professional, and he offered—”
“No. No shrinks. I’m ready. I know you want to protect me. You want to protect everyone, but I’m ready to stand on my own.”
He lowered his head as if to find the answers on his work boots. “I tell you what. You make it a month sharing this room with her and I’ll find a job for you.” He stuck his face inches from mine.
I chewed the inside of my cheek and curled my toes but resisted the urge to shrink away from him. He was playing dirty now. I’d be damned if I’d let him win. “Prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“That there’s really a job. I told you I wanted out of New York and you agreed. There’re too many bad memories for me here. I’m ready to start over.”
He flinched but recovered quickly. His entire six-foot four-inch frame of solid muscle froze. All his tattoos―the dragons, vipers, and scorpions―froze.
I froze.
All I heard in the silence of the building was my pounding heart.
“I have a friend in Atlanta,” Ton said finally. “He’ll hire you.”
“Call him. Call him now.” I rose onto my tiptoes and forced my gaze to meet his. The second hand on the wall clock behind me ticked twice, the longest I’d managed to hold eye contact.
His authoritative stare ordered me into submission and my gaze dropped to his forearm. That damn clock ticked ten more times. Ton’s hand fisted, the scorpion’s tail arching to strike me. Dizziness took hold, as if its poison had already entered my system, but I stood my ground.
“If I call the guy, will you chill? No more outbursts, no more attacks that would send you back under the bridge I pulled you from?”
I cringed. Ton would do anything for anyone, but he’d never soften the truth. Every word hit like a punch to the gut.
What gave me the right to disrespect him? Yankee was right about one thing. Ton had saved me. He’d picked me up out of the gutter, sat by my side while I detoxed, held my head when I was married to the toilet for days, clothed me, fed me, talked to me, but did that mean I had to remain a slave to the Community for the rest of my life?
I swallowed the dryness of regrets and nodded.
Ton slid his cell from his pocket and dialed a number before turning his back to me and holding up one finger to the girl still trembling in the doorway. It was time to stand on my own and stop mooching off Ton and the Community he’d created. This girl, and others, needed food and shelter.
“Hey, man. It’s Ton.” He rubbed the back of his neck, as if to rub away his fears of letting me go. The large X on the back of his neck rippled.
I nudged closer.
“I’ve got a girl here, Scarlet. She needs a job. You think you can find something for her at your place, the Midtown Diner?”
I held my breath, listening, hoping, willing the man on the other end of the line to say yes, but I could only make out muffles.
“No worries about stealing. She’s more the artistic type than criminal.”
Mumbling.
“Yep, I’d consider it a favor.”
More mumbling.
“Great. I’ll drive her down when I can. I’ll see you then.” Ton lowered the phone and faced me. “You’ve got a job. Give back to the Community and help this girl detox, be her clean buddy for a month, and I’ll drive you to Atlanta myself. Show me you can handle dealing with another person before I send you out into the world on your own.”
“Ton, I’m not ready to help anyone, especially a girl on the brink of destruction. You’re asking too much from me.”
“You can and you will,” Ton commanded, using his addiction-police voice. “If you want me to call in favors and get you set up in the outside world, you show me you can handle life.”
“It’s different. I’ll serve food, wipe tables, not rehab my former self.”
Ton pushed from the desk, but instead of calling his inner warrior that made people obey, he leaned close, without touching me. “You can do this. I believe in you.”
Believe in me? No one ever believed in me. I didn’t believe in me, but I had to try. “Fine.” To hell it was fine. One look at my doppelganger and I knew I’d never make it. I would never survive playing the sober sister role. It was asking too much. I wanted to help. To pay back the community and all they’d done for me. To help the former me. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t be the soft, sensitive, strong support person she needed.
“Great. Find her some clean clothes and get her bathed. I’ll be back to check on you both before dinner.” Ton gently placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You’re safe here.” Then he left. Left me to repay the debt I owed the Community, one I had hoped he’d never collect on.
Unable to look directly at her, I kept her in my peripheral vision. “Come on. I’ll heat up the shower. The handle labels are backward.” I headed for the bathroom down the hall, but I wanted to go farther, beyond the restrictive walls of the psych ward, to a new life.
But if I ran away, I’d be shunned by the Community. I’d be blacklisted, never allowed to come back. I’d be alone.
Alone?
Perfect. I’d leave tonight, a few hours after Ton called lights out.
I eyed the girl trailing behind me. The world of pain and debilitating emotions she faced required strength and understanding, not a mess of a person who would resort to hiding in the corner with her hands over her ears. If only I wasn’t…me. I would help and be a functioning member of the community. Paying back the love and support they’d given me. Save the next soul that stumbled through the double doors into a white-walled welcome wagon of support.
Ton had a new project now. Hopefully she wouldn’t be a disappointment.
Cover Reveal – Love on the Prairie
This is a special cover reveal. It’s for my 25th full-length book!!! It is a new adventure for me that takes the reader into unsettled territory.
Here is a little about Love on the Prairie.
Abigail McKinnie refuses to allow her sisters to be dispersed across the nation as mail order brides. Despite the fact the union soldiers took everything from them during their march through Atlanta-their lands scorched, house burned, food stolen-she won’t give up. With a plan in place, she sets out for Kansas to her second cousin under the guise of marriage. But instead, she plans to convince him that the seven of them can help run the homestead for him. Her plan is full proof, until she makes the arduous journey to discover he’s dead.
Owen Baker vows to never have a woman in his life again after the death of so many in his life, but when Abigail McKinnie struts onto his land claiming ownership on behalf of her dead cousin, he’s dumbfounded by her drive and beauty. Despite her abilities and their attraction, he vows to throw her over his horse to deliver her to the first train home the minute she recuperates from her trip.
Releasing: March 3, 2017
Silver Edge Cover Reveal
I’m so excited to share a book that is special to me. It’s been years in the making. J
This story is a little different, so I’m honored that Entangled Publishing contracted it for publication. It’s exciting when a publisher believes in a unique story. What’s so unique about it? The heroine, Scarlet Bain, has some challenges she has to deal with daily. Instead of me rambling on about it, I’ll let her tell you a little about her story.
All I’ve ever wanted is to fit in.
But no one can ever see past how weird I am. Bright lights? Can’t stand them. Loud noises? Definitely sends me over the edge. And touching? Forget about it.
At least, until I met Drake.
From the moment I walked into that nightclub, I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. And when Drake touched me, it didn’t send me into a tailspin of sensations that I couldn’t stand. It actually felt…nice. Like something I could get used to. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
But now someone wants to close the club down. And since I promised Drake that I’d help him keep it open, I’m going to have to find a way to tap into whatever that inner strength thing is that everyone always talks about. And fast. But what happens if I can’t?
Thanks, for sharing your story with us Scarlet. Without further stalling, here is the gorgeous cover Entangled created for Scarlet’s story.
Autumn Harvest Author Hop Winner!
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Ashley Martinez!!
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Autumn Harvest Author Hop – Hearts Ablaze
Eight bestselling authors. Eight sizzling tales of the Old West to set your heart ablaze…
From the wild Pacific forests to the lonesome plains, on wagon trains and at frontier outposts, fall in love with lumberjacks and soldiers, trailblazers and trick riders, courageous warriors and rugged cowboys…
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3) Rose Gordon
4) Ciara Knight
6) Kirsten Lynn
8) E.E. Burke
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In Whispered Love, bestselling author Kathleen Ball takes you to the wild Pacific Northwest, a land bristling with handsome, well-muscled lumberjacks. Foreman Samuel Pearse has only one rule; no women allowed. Until he finds one asleep in his bathtub—Pat Clarke, the company cook. With her secret revealed and her virtue at stake, Pat turns to the only man who can help her…the one man who sets fire to her heart.
In Kate’s Outlaw, award-winning author E.E. Burke spins a suspenseful yarn about a half-breed desperado who abducts—and then rescues—a railroad heiress. On the run from danger, with enemies on both sides, Jake and Kate seek solace in each other’s arms…and ignite a love as powerful as it is forbidden.
The Officer and the Bostoner, from USA Today bestselling author Rose Gordon, follows the adventures of a well-to-do lady traveling cross-country to meet her intended. Instead, she finds herself stranded at a military fort and forced into an unwanted marriage. Can a hot-blooded officer spark love in his wife’s cold heart?
Fools Rush from USA Today bestselling author Ciara Knight. A young woman, desperate for independence from all men, embarks on a crazy cross-country wagon train adventure disguised as a man. Instead of finding her independence, a bounty hunter captures her under the guise of horse thieving, a crime punishable by hanging. Will a man she’s lied to for months save her, or will he surrender her to a monster with a badge?
Ridin’ For a Fall by Kirsten Lynn immerses you in a fiery tale of forever love. When circumstances force best friends and Wild West Show performers, Lena Boden and Kyle Allaway to marry and return to Wyoming, they must stand together against internal doubts and external forces seeking their destruction—or risk a fall that will knock them out of the saddle for good.
A Warrior’s Heart, by bestselling author Amanda McIntyre, brings to life the passionate story of a bold Cherokee warrior and the brave white woman he rescues from certain death. Thrown together by circumstances not of their own making, they overcome betrayal and tragedy to find a love strong enough to bring nations together.
The Rancher, by bestselling author Hildie McQueen, transports readers to 1870s Montana Territory and into a sensual encounter between an injured rancher and a woman running for her life. Sometimes love enters at the worst moment…
In The Drifter, bestselling author Elizabeth Rose takes readers on an epic journey across the plains, as drifter Chase Masters shows up wounded at Nessa Pemberton’s stagecoach relay station mistaken as the bandit who killed her husband. Can a single mother learn to love again and put her trust in a man who is nothing but a drifter?
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What People Are Saying About Love & Grace
5 STARS
“Grace in Sweetwater County is emotional, heartwarming, and inspiring! ” -Ashley Cestra
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“I loved every bit of Sweet Samantha. Couldn’t put it down. Highly recommend! ~ Ashely Cesura
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“12 great authors bring readers awesome love stories. This series also benefits a great cause, dyslexia.” ~ Gayla
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“Love Grace in Sweetwater”. This story shows the hardships families go through when dealing with learning disabilities. This subject matter is under-represented in the literary world. Thank you Ciara Knight for bring much needed light to this subject. ~ Karen
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“Love and Grace features heart-warming, well-written novellas that will have you laughing out loud, reaching for the Kleenex, and smiling with joy as the characters find their happy endings.” ~Jessica
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Great family banter that will make you laugh until you cry! ~ Lori
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Epic stories for an epic cause. All will tug at your heart and open your eyes to the struggles and joys of dyslexia. ~ James H.
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“While Grace in Sweetwater County is a romance novel, it breaks the boundaries of the genre by showing us that romance is about more than new love. It can be the rekindling of an old love, a love lost to the stresses of daily life.” ~ Cora Artz
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“Broken Wings is an intriguing real life romance kind of read, Weis has created something original!” -Ashley Cestra
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“Samantha’s worst day in her adult life turns out to be the start of something wonderful, and goodness knows, she needs it!” ~ Bonnie T.
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This is a great collection of stories. I encourage everyone to go get this one, it is worth your time and effort. ~ Elaine
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“In Love and Grace I read Letters to Rachel by Airicka Phoenix. This is a moving story that had me in tears by the end.” Amber Garcia
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“Sweet Samantha is a beautifully written and heartwarming tale from award winning author Kiersten Fay. As with all of her books, I fell in love with the characters and was hooked from page one.” ~
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“Dyslexia is a problem close to my heart, so I am so grateful to this amazing group of authors who have come together to raise awareness, as well as much needed funds.” ~ HelCees Bangin’ Books
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“I just finished reading “Where You Belong,” one of the novellas in this anthology. There was so many loveable characters in this story, from the rather eccentric hippie grandfather Papa Joe to sweet little Abby who struggles with learning how to read. I loved the seeing the relationship between Zander and Hendrix develop from friendship to more and also the message of what’s really important in life and choosing love and people over prestige and wealth. I look forward to reading more stories in this collection!” ~ Jennie F.
5 STARS
“This honest review is given in lieu of receiving the book early.
Grace in Sweetwater County has once again shown me how a great writer can bring the reader into the story as if we were there with them. If I could live there I would move today and envelop the love these people have for one another and to belong to such a large family circle.
The collection of stories have been an inspiration of love, family and how such stories can relate to everyday real life.” ~ Tamara P.
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“I enjoyed Love & Grace. What sweet, wholesome books.” ~ KarlaB
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“Letters to Rachel is a charming love story that evokes many emotions as a young woman deals with family turmoil, dashed dreams, and accepting that she is indeed loved. I’m looking forward to reading all the other novellas in Love and Grace.” ~ CallieO
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“Filled with such sorrow and an unforgettable sisterly bond, Letters to Rachel is a beautiful tale!” -Ashley Cestra
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“Christmas Bells is such a wonderful reminder of what God can do with unfortunate circumstances, it is a sweet story of hope!” ~ SusanS.
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“Grace in Sweetwater County was a beautiful story focusing on the challenges and struggles of life. I could relate to the loss of a child and the raw emotion behind that. Add to it a marriage on its last leg and a child struggling with dyslexia and some real feelings come out. I shed tears for the characters as their loss became my own. With a child who struggles to read, I know exactly the fears and anxiety facing this family. Thank you for this beautiful, charitable anthology. We struggle together, each one of us supporting the next.” ~ Cissie P.
A Generous Gift
Most people know Sherrilyn Kenyon as an amazing author of fantastical stories that provide hours and hours of entertainment, but there is another side to her. Ms. Kenyon is also a giving person. That’s why I was not surprised when she agreed to write a foreword for the fundraiser box set, Love & Grace. As previously posted, all proceeds of this box set will be donated to Gracepoint School – A School for the Dyslexic Learner. What I wasn’t expecting was such a heartfelt, emotional, and honest story of the trials and tribulations of her life. Yes, I cried and was inspired by every word. I cannot explain how excited and proud I am to produce Love & Grace with Ms. Kenyon’s foreword in it. I know everyone will find it truly inspiring!
If you have not heard of Sherrilyn Kenyon, you need to check out her amazing books at http://www.sherrilynkenyon.com now! You will NOT be disappointed. Also, I highly suggest you read her ‘road to publication‘ on her website. It is a story that will capture your attention and heart.
The authors who have donated their stories to Love & Grace, Gracepoint, and all the Gracepoint students humbly thank you for your genorous gift, Ms. Kenyon. You are truly an inspiration to all of us.
FUNDRAISER – GRACEPOINT – A School for the Dyslexic Learner
Romance for the soul, a gift from the heart.
This collection of sweet and inspirational novellas has an uplifting love story for everyone. These stories bring a touch of grace to romance, and a touch of romance to your heart.
Our twelve authors have collaborated to bring together this collection. Each story relates to dyslexia in some way, and the full proceeds from all the stories benefit Gracepoint – A School for Dyslexia. This box set is our collective gift of love and support to you and the children Gracepoint serves.
Can a town save a marriage? Will a high school reunion offer a second chance at love? Can a man with a secret and a woman afraid of being hurt learn to trust? Can a girl running from her past escape her heart? Will a woman trapped in the past discover the true importance of family? Can unexpected love become the best present ever?
You’ll find hours of enjoyment as well as a satisfying ending to each story. No cliffhangers and no partial novels are offered here, just an escape into worlds of love, families, and grace.
I’d like to give a heart felt thank you to Gracepoint staff for all their hard work behind the scenes. Susan, Joy and Karla, this wouldn’t be possible without all your input, guidance, and team work. Sherrilyn Kenyon for her generous gift of words for the foreword. Airicka Pheonix, thank you for saving us at the eleventh hour! Also, Lady Amber, thank you for holding my hand, and donating so much time and amazing marketing skills to this project.
A special thank you to all the authors who donated stories; Lindi Peterson, Hildie McQueen, Sally Kilpatrick, Linda Joyce, Airicka Phoenix, M. K. Smith, Lori Freehand, Alexandrea Weis, Nicole Zoltack, Kirsten Fay, and Walt Mussell. Your generosity is beyond words. With out you, this fundraiser would not be possible. I thank you. The school thanks you. The children thank you.
