Charisse leaned into the half-moon pose during her Monday morning yoga class. Sunlight flooded the studio and made the hardwood floors gleam. She breathed in at the same time as the rest of the women and the one man in the class. She had to center herself. Conor hadn’t called yet and she thought they had a date that day.
She breathed out. Continue reading
Charisse pressed through to the end of Saturday, wishing she’d agreed to see Conor that night. Marie either shut down or ranted about Daddy whenever they talked too long about Mother; Charisse didn’t want to listen to any of that. And she sure as heck wasn’t going to call Daddy and ask about Mother or Raul. But Conor had seemed more than willing to listen to her work through her problems. She needed to quit turning him away. Continue reading
I got really behind on my blog reading over the holidays. But when I was catching up on Romance Novels for the Beach, I found she had put Thankful Hearts on her list of favorites for 2015!!
I’m truly honored. This is a first for me!
Here are a couple of behind the scenes statistics from my business meeting over the weekend:
2. Veteran Hearts is my most downloaded book ever. Even though it was free for a limited time, it eeked out the win over The Beautician and the Billionaire Episode One with over 1000 downloads!
If you haven’t read them yet, I hope you do! The stories are still relevant even outside of the holidays they center around.
Conor’s phone rang, and he pulled it out from his back pocket, hoping that it was Charisse. He clenched his jaw when he saw the name Becca—Elise’s sister. What the fuck? They hadn’t talked since Elise’s will reading when she’d practically accused him of murder. Continue reading
Welcome back to The Beautician and the Billionaire. When we last left off, Charisse had run into the last man to see her mother. He’s now Conor’s driver. Enjoy!
Charisse closed her mouth and tried to smile. She remembered chatting with Raul as a child when he drove her back and forth to school. They’d talked about books and sports, and he’d never talked down to her. But the betrayal by her mom, when she’d abandoned them, bled over into her memories of Raul. He’d quit his job after taking her mother away.
Conor asked, “You two know each other?” Continue reading
Happy New Year! I hope you had a great holiday season whatever holidays you celebrated!
I am fresh from the annual meeting with my editor and publicist, and I’m totally pumped about the upcoming year. Billionaires, police men, coffee houses, and of course hot and heavy sex are a few of my favorite things coming up in my stories for you in 2016.
Here’s a rough schedule for you. We’ll see how close I come to keeping it! Continue reading
I hope everyone who celebrated Christmas had a great day! I was pleasantly surprised to come back to the internet and find several purchases of my books and a new review!
Thanks to Stacey is Sassy for reviewing Masked Hearts! She’s a frequent commenter here, and I really appreciate her reading my stories and sharing her thoughts on them. She has a blog that you must check out; not only does she do book reviews, but she does fashion. Sometimes she combines books and fashion. It’s a lot of fun!
From her review of Masked Hearts:
Masked Hearts was a sweet story with a little angst. Mark was by far the star of the show with his romantic heart and love for his children. Sienna was definitely sweet, but drove me crazy when she let people manipulate and use her. When she eventually stood up for herself, I saw a turning point in her character and it was definitely for the better.
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Mark is a rich single dad crazy about his son’s teacher. Sienna, recently ditched at the altar, refuses to date him but agrees to nights of breathless sex in his expansive house in the foothills. On a whim, she binds herself to the tie rack in his closet and realizes how much she trusts him with her body. But will she ever trust him with her heart?
Jessica and Kyle have a book club of two at the Holiday Cafe. Jessica wants to heat things up with the hot but quiet Kyle only to find out his time as a soldier in Iraq prevents him from getting close. But after one romantic book suggestion, a goodnight kiss turns into much, much more…
All Stacy wants is the perfect Thanksgiving at her new house. And after a year without sex, a boyfriend would be the whipped cream on the apple pie.
All Hudson wants is the perfect Thanksgiving after his third Army tour in Afghanistan. But he arrives home to find his brother engaged to his girlfriend. He takes off on his Triumph motorcycle to drive 700 miles to the only place he can think of: the Holiday Cafe.
Stacy and Hudson knew each other on Words with Friends, but when he arrives to meet Stacy and share an Apple Pie Latte with a shot of toffee their relationship goes from platonic to romantic faster than his Triumph accelerator.
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Behind her, he saw Raul nod toward the flowers and then disappear down a hall.
Still unsure about giving them to her he said, “Do you like the Ansel Adams?”
She stared straight into his eyes and nodded. “Very much.”
She was too far away. He wanted to cross the room and take her in his arms, but there was still the matter of the salon. His headache had lessened, but he didn’t want to bring up anything about business for fear of bringing the migraine back full blast.
He realized the short conversation had come to a lull, and it was his turn.
Before he could think of something to say, she walked towards the couch and said, “What beautiful flowers. Somehow I didn’t expect to see them in your penthouse. I keep imagining you have a beautiful garden in the Hamptons, but I pictured your apartment, I don’t know, sort of stark. It’s not at all what I expected.”
He smiled and motioned to the flowers. “I picked them for you. The vase is yours too. I thought it best accented the beauty of the gladiolas.”
Charisse’s eyes widened, and she touched her fingertips to the petal of a pink flower. “You picked these? Where did you find a garden? I thought you’d been in bed all weekend.”
His headache ebbed by about ten degrees. He held out his hand and said, “Could I carry the basket for you and I’ll show you where I got the flowers?”
Charisse shifted the basket to her other hand and shook her head. As she spoke, she slipped her hand into his. “No offense, but you don’t look your best. I’ll carry the food. Are you sure you want to go for a walk?”
The contact with her was heaven compared to what he’d been suffering. Why had he ever been worried about her coming over? “It’s not very far. I’d love to show you.”
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She slept without dreams.
A hand on her waist and the backs of fingers brushing her cheek drew her into a foggy sort of consciousness. She opened her eyes to Royce gazing back at her with an expression she’d never seen on a man before. If her thoughts were clearer she might’ve described it as tenderness or sincerity, but those didn’t really cover all the emotions.
In her haziness all that registered was that this man made her happy, while others made her cringe. She turned her head so that her cheek pressed into his fingers. “You came back.”
His fingers straightened, allowing her cheek to settle into his palm. “I promised you dinner, remember? I’m sorry I woke you. It’s just that you look like a beautiful flower, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself.”
“Mmmm, I don’t mind at all, but it’d be better if you kissed me again.”
He leaned in closer. His hand at her waist heated her through the material of her dress. His breath caressed her cheek. “I’m trying not to break your rules. We haven’t had three dates yet. Tonight is only our first.”
“Well,” she said, barely above a whisper, “we could count the night at the bar when you sent me all those sweet notes as our first date, this morning at breakfast as our second date and the ski race as our third date.”
He breathed in deeply and leaned in even more. “I don’t think so. They were unplanned, and the first one ended with you slapping me, the second one ended with you telling me to leave you alone and the third one ended with you breaking your leg. Dinner tonight will be our first date, and I hope a thousand times better than those.”
“You realize you’re forcing me to break my own rule again then.”
She lifted her head up off the pillow, just enough to kiss him. Her fingers wrapped around his neck to pull him down, but he pressed into her on his own and pushed her head back against the pillow. His hand slipped between her and the bed and slid up her back.
Evelyn Aster 