Set in Cape May, with the Sunshine Sisters running a wedding planning service – left to them by their parents – whether or not they all 3 wanted to be part of it…
Avery is the lead sister in this enterprise with sisters Bella and Taylor backing her up.
Avery loves her planners and spreadsheets
and leaves no pebble unturned in her desire to cover every possible eventuality – several times over with back-up plans on her back-up plans. What she can’t plan for is an interfering brother who thinks he can plan better for his sister – Avery’s best friend in college, who wants a wedding in a very short time indeed – 3 months, not planned over a year ahead as most are.
A nice romance set in a gorgeous part of the world with good romance trope angst and disasters and …
For surviving 2020, you deserve A Billionaire for Christmas. Heck, you deserve SEVEN billionaires for Christmas.
It’s been a wild ride this year. So 7 of your favorite romance authors have teamed up to raise a glass of eggnog, sit in front of the fire, and give you 7 billionaire holiday romance novels to help you make it through this last month of the year with a hot billionaire by your side, in his Maserati, with his staff cleaning your house.
I may be asleep, but that doesn’t mean I’m getting any rest. In my dreams, I chase vampires through a darkened forest while frogs croak out the song, Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting.
Like I said, weird.
Ignoring all the strangeness, I focus on catching some vampires. Yet no matter how hard I try, I never get close enough to take one down.
Talk about frustrating.
A new voice echoes through the night. “Mack.”
Unlike the amphibian singers, this speaker sounds pretty real. Wouldn’t be the first time someone had to wake me up before dawn.
Little by little, I force my eyes to open. I’m so out of it, I half expect vampires to leap through the stone walls of my medieval-style bedroom. Instead I find my best friend, Ndidi, standing beside my cot. Moonlight accents his brown eyes, strong cheekbones and ebony skin. He has a scowl on his face and a toilet brush gripped tightly in his fist.
Wait, a toilet WHAT?
Blinking hard, I try focusing my bleary mind. Once my head feels clear, I shoot another glance in Ndidi’s direction.
That’s a toilet brush, all right.
“Are you awake, my Liege?” he asks.
Ndidi and I have been buddies since we were six years old. He hates waking me up, which is why he’s throwing around this Liege stuff.
“Call me Mack,” I counter.
“Fine.” Ndidi leans in closer. “You look like Hell, Mack.”
I chuckle. “That’s more like it.”
Midnight is here.
I stand outside the Zoetic Fortress with a smile on my face and an umbrella in my hand. Unlike Doc Langstrom’s toilet brush, this item is a true magic wand.
Why the enchanted umbrella? Midnight is almost here and with it, Kaps. Once my girlfriend arrives, we’ll hone our vampire hunting skills with the magical battle simulations loaded inside this very umbrella. Fun times.
Stepping in a slow circle, I inspect the landscape. Where should I wave this thing?
There’s no lack of places to cast, that’s for certain. The full moon shows off every detail of the Fortress grounds. Essentially the place is a series of mini-castles that encircle a central lawn.
Nodding once, I make my decision. Best to wave my umbrella-wand right in the middle of the open green.
Turning, I march toward the lawn’s center. Suddenly, a black shape passes over the moon. Pausing, I scan the dark streak more closely. To regular humans, that’s an ordinary shadow. But I’ve a bit of demonic DNA in my background. Which means I can look past magical glamours.
To me, it’s a dragon.
My grin widens. That’s not just any dragon, either. It’s Kaps. The woman I love. Based on her speed, she’ll land any second.
A great black shape blots out the moon entirely. Massive dark wings send a gust of wind in my direction. Heat radiates from her dragon’s body as she lands only a few yards away. For a moment, I can soak in the glory of her form. Dark scales. Eyes that glow red. A line of scarlet spikes that run down her back and tail.
A shimmer of red light surrounds her body. For one more moment, the massive dragon looms tall. Then it’s replaced by the human version of Kaps. My woman is no less impressive this way, what with her dark hair, amber eyes and whip-fast tail. She wears leather pants, hefty boots and a halter top.
Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory’s Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has driven more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retailers. The first three books in the series are now available as audiobooks on Audible and iTunes.
Bauer has also told the story of the Women’s March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release—the only one sent out on a major wire service—resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
My eighty-three-year-old yoga instructor, Rupa Babu always says that when your soul is conflicted and your mind is foggy, you need to drop to the ground and immediately execute an Ardha Matsyendrasansa, or half spinal twist. Hold it for twelve minutes and then start writing—I usually write lists. She promises enlightenment will flow through your fingers and your spine will be as supple as a newborn baby’s. I could only ever hold the pose for five minutes, but I still hoped for enlightenment.
Things I Don’t Like About Modeling
1. Being so hungry I start fantasizing about stealing a little girl’s ice cream cone and eating the whole thing before she can tell her mother. Not that I’ve ever done that, but there have been some close calls.
2. Wearing clothes that I wouldn’t be caught dead in in real life. I cite the black jean mini skirt with an over-the-top ragged fringe hem that oddly dipped in the front making it look like I’d missed my last twenty waxing appointments.
3. Waxing appointments.
4. Jet lag.
5. That German photographer, Helmet, who spits orders—as in literal spit flies out of his mouth, often hitting me. “Lächeln! Wende! Und nicht jetzt, diese schlampe geht nicht raus! Translation: “Smile! Move! And inexplicably, Not now, this bitch isn’t putting out!” I’m pretty sure something got lost in translation with this one.
Things I Like About Modeling
Yup, pretty sure it’s time for a change.
After arranging an assortment of gourds on her newspaper-covered dining room table, Ruby picks up her telephone to call her oldest son, Brogan. “How are you and Addie doing?” she wants to know. As the first recipients of her matchmaking endeavor, the success of their union is integral to her confidence in setting up her younger son, James, with her new pastry chef.
“She’s great. We’re great. New York is beautiful in the fall.”
Whoever said glitter was the herpes of the crafting world never fully appreciated its hypnotic effects, Ruby thinks while spraying gold glitter paint. “I knew you two were meant to be.”
“I don’t know how you decided that, but I’m glad you did. For a while there I thought you were trying to set Addison up with James. Speaking of which, how are things going between him and Tara?”
“What do you mean?” Ruby asks, trying—and failing—to sound innocent.
“Don’t try to tell me you haven’t set your sights on her for my little brother.”
After several moments, Ruby dejectedly confesses, “It’s been hard finding ways to throw them together now that James’s farmstand is mostly closed for the season. I’ve had to resort to hiring your brother to put in a garden here at the lodge.”
“Interesting. I’m not sure I should offer, but let me know if I can do anything to help.”
“You and Addie are still coming home for Christmas, right?”
“Yes, ma’am. We arrive the second week of December and are planning on staying until the first week of March. I’ll be working on my new novel and Addie is going to commute to a hotel she’s redesigning in Portland.”
Ruby walks around the table, eyeing her decorative fall creation before firing off a final burst of sparkle. “I might need your help then. In the meantime, don’t bring up Tara’s name when you talk to James. I don’t want him to guess what I’m up to until it’s too late.”
“You make me nervous, Mom, but you did such a great job for me that I promise not to interfere in your latest project.”
“Good. Now, I’ve got to go. Your brother will be here any minute to meet with Tara about the dessert portion of the garden.”
“Does he know he’s meeting with her?” Brogan asks.
“Of course not. What fun would that be? Bye!” Ruby hangs up on her son before he has a chance to reply. After refreshing her lipstick and picking invisible lint from her sweater, she’s off to make another love connection.
James is dawdling behind me on the way back to the lodge from the garden site. He’s moving as quickly as if he were on his way to have his legs amputated. “Hurry up, I have tons of stuff to do today,” I snap at him.
“I think I’ll just head home,” he says, veering his trajectory toward the parking lot.
“Get back here,” I order. “For some reason, your mom wants me involved in this garden. Being that she’s my boss, I’m going to do what she’s asked. Unless you want me to tell her you can’t be bothered consulting me, that is.”
“Are you seven years old? You’re going to tell my mom on me?”
He’s got a point. James definitely brings out the child in me, and not in a good way.
“The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can part ways,” I tell him. I don’t think I’ve ever annoyed a man as much as I do this one. Okay, there was that makeup artist who told me his makeup brush wasn’t a wand when I complained about how he applied my blush, but other than him, I usually get on pretty well with men.
“What kind of flowers do you want in the garden?” James asks like it’s causing him physical pain to do so.
“Obviously nasturtiums and roses, but I’d like dahlias, pansies, and violets, too.”
“Obviously …” he mumbles under his breath before asking louder, “What about hops?”
“I make a mean, stout brownie. I could use hops in it to add a sort of sedative effect.” Desserts tend to use a lot of things that are meant to soothe the palate after a big meal. Mint and lavender are two of the more common herbs, but hops would be a nice addition.
James interrupts my thoughts by asking, “Why did you come to Oregon?” He sounds perturbed again, or should I say, still.
“Clearly, because I somehow knew it would irritate you and I couldn’t help myself,” I fire back.
“Seriously,” his tone evens out to an almost conversational level. “You don’t seem the type to live someplace outside of the fast lane.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know plenty. For instance, I know you were on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition four times by the time you were twenty-five, I know you were engaged to Romaine Choate, and I know you can swear in French.”
“Caught that episode of Jimmy Fallon, did you?”
“I think the whole world watched that one.” His eyes twinkle with amusement.
“Part of the fun of being interviewed on late night television is the ability to be a bit salty. I simply took advantage of the situation.” Not to mention, Jimmy Fallon has a decent sense of humor about himself and he likes when people don’t fawn all over him. Although, I’m sure he would have forgiven me almost anything thanks to the dress I was wearing. Men seem to have a hard time concentrating when an attractive woman is practically painted into her clothes.
A whisper of a smile crosses James’s face before he says, “It takes talent to call someone an effing gasbag and have them laugh at it.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a fan.”
He rears up and stops moving as soon as the words are out of my mouth. “Fan? No. I may have appreciated your physical attributes from time to time, but I was never a fan. Please disabuse yourself of that notion immediately.”
“Yet I recall your mom telling me that you hung my posters on your wall when you were in high school.” I can’t help myself; I have to tease him about that.
“Just because I liked the way you look on the outside doesn’t mean I like you.”
“That’s very superficial,” I tell him.
“Seems to me the whole modeling business is superficial. You’d think you’d know that being part of it for so long.”
There is no getting along with this guy, so I stop trying. We make the rest of the trek back to the lodge in total silence, which is far preferable to the conversation we had been having.
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Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries — not always in that order.
Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to.
She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.
Gold Medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2017.
Silver medal winner at the International Readers’ Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.
For a blog by this author please see post on 10th November.
This is a New world building. Foxes are prized when first generation, especially females, as they are harbingers of new magic being formed – and thus possibilities of strength and power in their offspring, which leads to strength and power in their families. Wealth is kept within the family, which is usually controlled by the Matron. 4 quadrants in the USA – roughly NSEW; and each quadrant is an area on its own with its own magic abilities. And society. To move between quadrants is not easy for people as often it makes them sick – sometimes too sick to pass through; some can do so but their magic changes ability as they do. Eg an ability to control one power becomes an ability to change into another – and for shape shifters it can be in a different form – so a bird could become an elk! Fox shifters are even rarer than those hybrids with just the ears and tails.
I thought that this book told a good story and was well plotted. I enjoyed reading it more than some of this author’s other stories. I loved the idea o someone having a foxes’ tail and ears constantly and the way the tail needed so much attention. I thought that the story line had plenty of potential for future books in the series as we find out just what new magic is available in this world and how the character’s arcs develop. I’m looking forward to reading the next book.
Tulsa. Storm Alley. In the United States, there are two regions with a disproportionately high frequency of tornadoes. Florida is one and “Tornado Alley” in the south-central United States and as we can see from the maps below, Tulsa is actually within Tornado Alley in the real world. Oklahoma had 149 Tornadoes in 2019, the most on record. And on the 2nd June Tulsa had 8 twisters, the most on record. 2020 was a better year with only 34 between January and May.