Love happens when you least expect it, or want it. Even when you push it away. And sometimes you get a second chance at love.
Rainbows elicit thoughts of wonder and serendipity, of hope and renewal and second chances like the novels of the Calloways of Rainbow Bayou—stories of family, community and love.
If you love emotional heartfelt stories with a little suspense built in, this series is for you. The first four books in the series were previously published but have been revised and rebranded with new content to reflect its true romance genre, that of a contemporary family romance series. The Calloways and Larues will remind you of other family series about small towns like Virgin River, Gansett Island and Lucky Harbor. Each book is a standalone but with characters reappearing as the stories unfold, some readers might enjoy prefer them in order.
Strong women and their alpha men find their happily-ever-afters but not without a little trial and much error. (Mostly on the hero side, lol) Want to be a part of a large supportive family. Get to know the Calloways and Larues of Rainbow Bayou.
Release days for the series:
When the Right One Comes Along. 9/11
Too Good to be True 9/11
Only the Heart Remembers 9/18
Christmas Wishes. 10/2
At Long Last Love. 10/15
It Had to Be You 11/2
Christmas Vows. 11/30
Each book will be $0.99 until its release week through the preorder period.
Excerpt: (Beau and Maddie)
In the low light of the bedroom she made out Beau’s large body draped across the burgundy comforter like a dead man, his face planted into the pillow.
Her feet moved of their own accord as she was drawn toward him. What was she doing here? What would she say? Watching his back rise rhythmically in sleep she figured it probably wouldn’t come to that. The raised voices hadn’t awakened him, and… she just wanted to see him. Wanted a few moments while he was unguarded, without that angry undercurrent he dragged around with him like a lead weight.
When she came even with his face, she stopped. His hair was wet at the temples and there was a sheen of sweat on his cheekbone. That was all she could see. Her fingers wanted so badly to stroke the sweat off his brow and tangle in his thick black hair so she fisted them at her sides. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to touch him.
She felt the physical ache in her chest that had been there since he’d broken it off, creating an invisible wall between them. If she could just understand why, then maybe she’d be able to let him go. But he hadn’t convinced her he didn’t still love her. Yes, he’d actually said those words to her several times, though not recently. She frowned and angled her head to see more of his face. When had it all changed?
The view from the window over the bed indicated a change in the weather. The wind was howling and the sky was heavy with thick gray clouds, the glass framed with a three-inch edge of fog from the difference in temperature. It really must be getting cold.
Movement from the bed startled her and she turned to find Beau lying on his back, his hand pushing through his hair, those gorgeous emerald eyes blinking the sleep away. Propping himself up on his elbows, he squinted, whether adjusting to the dark or from curiosity. “Maddie?”
Maddie. No one called her that but him and mostly during their lovemaking. He seemed… vulnerable somehow, his expression open. She eased down onto the bed next to him. His scent nearly overwhelmed her. It was a mixture of his signature cologne, body heat and maybe testosterone, a gene all his own. He was so male. So big and strong with an elegance of movement that belied his size. It had made him a star without even trying. But for her he was just…Beau.
Her hand disobeyed finally and she reached out to stroke his hair back from his eyes. She wanted to look at them, at him. God, she was so hungry for him, it was a wonder her stomach didn’t growl. And yet, she steeled herself for his rejection.
His head angled and he pressed his cheek into her palm. His eyes closed. He was hot. Vic had said he’d picked up a bug. She knew he would not take kindly to coddling so she didn’t mention it. Those usually vibrant eyes glinted with fever and lowered to her mouth. She licked her lips. When he didn’t move and didn’t quit staring, she leaned forward.
She couldn’t not.
Her eyes met his as their lips touched and he groaned from somewhere deep in his chest. He took the kiss deeper immediately, angling his head and scooting closer to put his weight on one arm and place his other behind her to pull her into him.
His chest pressed tight against hers, his tongue pushed into her mouth, commanding she open and give as much as she received. Always. He never did anything halfway and demanded the same. She gave herself up to the feel of him for he was so close and it had been so long.
His hand left her neck and she almost cried out, No, but then it was slipping up under her sweater, beneath her bra to take her breast in his palm. She kissed him harder, sucked his tongue into her mouth, needing to be closer. His hand stilled suddenly and her mind cried out, No, don’t stop!
Then the sound of voices in the other room penetrated the haze of desire. Her eyes rose to his, and she watched the change as his face went from warm and open to closed. And there was that seed of anger—the bitterness that had been present since before their breakup. He released her breast, pulled her sweater down and sat up on the side of the bed. Running both hands through his hair, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
In just seconds he’d pulled on his cloak of indifference. It made her heart hurt so much she almost wilted in front of him.
“What are you doing here, Madison?”
from Christmas Wishes – release day 10/2 Beau and Maddie’s book At Long Last Love rel. 10/15
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