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Sitting in the purple heather, Carrie carefully opens the tattered cover of the journal, the gold-edged pages catching the sunlight shimmering off the surface of the loch. The handwriting is unmistakable. The words inside will shatter everything she thought she knew about her family…
Carrie Anderson searches under the flowerpot by the bright blue door and finds the keys to the little whitewashed cottage. Still recovering from the heart-wrenching loss of her beautiful sister, Carrie hopes that staying on the edge of the glittering loch, where the siblings used to spend summers with their great-aunt Maud, will help her heal from her grief.
On a trip to the tiny village store, Carrie literally bumps into ex-Navy officer turned chef Rory McRae. Tall and broad shouldered, at first Rory is infuriatingly distant, but his enthusiasm for his farm-to-table restaurant lights up his rich brown eyes. When he tells Carrie that he’s understaffed, she is quick to offer help. She soon finds Rory’s warm smile and playful jokes are a balm to her heart. Suddenly, Carrie begins to feel less alone.
But then she discovers a diary her aunt Maud kept as a young woman after World War Two. The faded sepia photograph of a baby boy tucked into the back reveals a heartbreaking secret about her family she can scarcely believe. Opening up to Rory, could the discovery of a long-lost relative finally heal the loneliness that has been plaguing Carrie’s heart? Or will the secrets the diary unravels destroy her hope for a new future in Loch Cameron?
Get ready to fall in love with the Scottish Highlands in this stunning, heartbreaking and uplifting read by USA Today bestselling author Kennedy Kerr. For fans of Susanne O’Leary, Debbie Macomber and Pamela Kelley.
Kennedy Kerr: The Diary from the Cottage by the Loch
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
Carrie would always remember the song playing on the radio.
Turn it up, she’d said.
Her sister had refused.
The weather’s terrible. I can’t see through this rain.
I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you, but your ears don’taffect your ability to see, Carrie had replied, twisting the dial so that the music filled the car. How she regretted that flippancy now.
Smartass ,her sister had snapped. It affects my perception.We’ll never get to this bloody wedding at this rate. And when you need me in the dead of night, she’d sung, turning to perform to her sister, as if she held a microphone, I’m just a minute away...ooh,ooh.
Carrie. Turn it off. I need to concentrate. Her sister hadfrowned, leaning forward to peer out of the rain-lashed wind‐screen. The air con isn’t working. The screen’s fogging up.Don’t be scared of the night...Carrie had sung along, making a face at Claire…
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Kennedy Kerr is a USA Today Bestselling fiction author. She adores beaches, lochs and stone circles, and loves writing about small communities, mysteries and family secrets. She has a very cuddly cat called Twinkle who spends her days sleeping: Kennedy aspires to having Twinkle's nap schedule one day.
Kennedy also loves cooking and baking all types of food, which is almost as much fun as eating it. Her favourite foods include (but are not limited to) Indian food, Victoria sponge, breakfast pastries with coffee and sushi. The only thing she's not particularly keen on is artichoke, and she'd eat it, anyway.
Jun 30, 2023
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Breaking Boundaries
Gemma Blythe
Publication date: June 30th 2023
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance
An adults-only couples vacation takes a surprisingly sexy turn!
Darcy and I have been friends forever, so when we plan a kid-free getaway with our husbands, we’re expecting the same relaxing, stress-free time we always have together.
What we don’t expect is a rental with walls so thin we hear everything happening in the other room.
Or how hot it is to hear Darcy and Alec get it on—to imagine the actions going along with those sounds, to try and guess who’s doing what to whom.
As the week goes on, we can’t deny our growing attraction to our best friends—I can’t stop checking Darcy out, and Rafe’s gaze keeps drifting over to Alec.
And they’re looking too.
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EXCERPT:
I hate cold showers but there’s no doubt that I need one right now, so I shuck off my clothes and hop in. It doesn’t help, though, because the chill makes my nipples harden and my breasts feel tight, puckered. Goosebumps pop up all over my body and it makes my skin come alive, makes me aware of every square inch.
If I’m turned on enough that a cold shower isn’t helping, I’m really fucked.
So I turn to plan-B: slake my desire in the hopes that I can face Darcy today without imagining her naked, humping my bare thigh.
I turn the water to a more comfortable temperature and grab the handheld. Sitting down on the bench, I spread my legs, one foot on the floor and the other propped up next to me. Leaning against the cool tile walls, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and directing the stream of water at the apex of my wide-open thighs.
My thumb is always a good place to start, strumming my clit like it’s a guitar string. And the sensation from that only reinforces the imagery: my body humming, vibrating with each stroke. I wish I had a free hand for my tits, to pluck and twist my nipples a little rough, just the way I like.
I’m out of hands though, so my imagination will have to do. The hands that I imagine touching me are smaller than Rafe’s, softer. A little hesitant at first, trying to figure out what I like and what I don’t, but I’m eager to show, and she picks up the specifics quickly.
Then she pushes my hand away from my clit, testing me there, trying me out. Discovering the secret to how I want to be touched. She’s massaging my clit, and there’s no doubt that it’s swollen, it’s swollen for her, it needs her touch. She’s the only one that can give me the release I need, and she’s up to the task, switching from her thumb to two fingers, rubbing me so fast.
“More,” I gasp, and that’s when she slides fingers into my pussy. Any hesitation she had a few minutes ago, when she was playing with my tits, is gone now. And fuck, I can’t pretend like I’m imaging some nameless, faceless woman, because obviously I’m not.
Obviously, it’s Darcy.
Darcy with her grin and her teasing laugh and that mouth I keep finding myself staring at this week. Darcy with hair that would tickle my chest as she kissed her way down my body.
I’m supposed to be taking the edge off, exhausting my sexual energy so that I don’t have any left when I’m around her, but all I’m doing is increasing it. Being around her is going to be even more unbearable, but right now I don’t care because I’m imagining myself fucking her fingers, imagining those lips around my nipple, imagining that hair in my grasp.
And Darcy’s sure now, confident, whispering in my ear. Telling me I’m gorgeous, telling me she’s imagined this moment for so long, telling me she wants to see what I’m like when I come. The fingers on my clit and those inside me are moving so fast now, and I’m getting close, and I tell her so. Gasping and telling her that I can’t wait to show her, that I’m right on the edge. That I need her so fucking much, that I’m so glad she’s here, that I can’t wait for her to see what she makes me do.
She tells me to come for her, and that’s what pushes me over the edge. I clench around my fingers but pretend like they’re Darcy’s, like the showerhead pointed at my clit is her hand, like her mouth is wrapped around my tit, sucking hard, punishingly so.
Boneless, I let out a shaky sigh. The hand holding the shower head droops. I let go of it, breathing hard as I sit and let the other five showerheads pelt me with water.
I’m so fucked. I have no idea how I’m supposed to go out there and face her today. Or how I’m supposed to face my husband.
Author Bio:
Gemma Blythe writes stories about love, sex, and the intimacy that’s found when the two come together. Her love of romance blossomed in high school when unrequited crushes led her to seek happily ever afters in books and movies.
Though Gemma’s stories are fiction, she’s inspired by the partner she eventually found her own happily ever after with. When Gemma isn’t writing, you can find her lost in the pages of a book, cooking up a storm in the kitchen, attempting to interpret her Tarot spread, and trying to convince her friends and family that she would definitely win Survivor. (She would definitely NOT win Survivor.)
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Sparks Fly
Aurelia Yates
Publication date: June 30th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Colt is a twenty-two-year-old owner of a biker dive bar that he’s turning around into a success.
Feeling pressure from his dad, he takes time off from work to visit during 4th of July at the family’s lake house.
Maggie is a twenty-eight year old certified public accountant who’s enjoying a week of sun and fun but when Colt rides in, the attraction sends sparks.
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Standing to the side of the house, I hang my matte black Beanie helmet on the handlebars of my Harley. I just arrived at my dad and stepmother’s lake house.
I wasn’t coming this weekend, and if it wasn’t for my dad sounding disappointed when I told him I needed to work, I wouldn’t be here.
The bar I own was a complete dive when I bought it, but I’ve turned it back into its glory state. It’s slowly becoming a popular site with the locals and even the surrounding towns.
You would think my stepmother would give me recognition. I’ve done everything on my own at the young age of twenty-two, but my stepmother’s snooty ways think a bar is beneath her. Her demands of always wanting to be in high society’s social life, only eating at five-star restaurants, being at fancy country clubs, and socializing with people who care less about her have never interested me. Her son possesses many of her snooty traits.
Running my hands through my short, dark hair, the sound of someone spitting out profanity catches my attention.
I spot a set of gorgeous long, toned, and tanned legs. My eyes move up to a perfect, tight ass that makes my dick twitch, but when I scan her breast and her barely covered tits, my cock hardens.
Fuck!
Seeing her face, I realize it’s the girl from my apartment complex. Her blonde hair is up into a messy bun, displaying more of her tan skin around her slender neck.
My dick hardens to full mast, pushing against my zipper, and begging to be released.
I can still feel how it felt to have her pushed against me.
Who the hell is she? Why is she here?
I adjust my cock.
Fuck, she’s hot!
Walking out onto the back patio, I stand over her, blocking the sun. I use this moment to get a close look at her full lips and think about how badly I want to see parted as she screams while I pound into her.
Her head stretches up, trying to look up at me. She lets out a small gasp through her plump lips.
“Umm, can I help you?” Her voice comes out shaky.
She can help me with this rod in my pants.
“I’m Colt,” I announce, “And you are?”
“Maggie,” she whispers.
“Don’t I know you?” Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I don’t miss how her lips part and her nipples harden through the thin leather fabric. She has sunglasses on, but I can tell she’s enjoying the view. I see her throat work.
“I’m not sure. Can you move? You’re blocking the sun.”
“Are you sure?” I grin. “You can admit if you would rather—”
“I would rather have the sun burn my eyes out.” She makes a swiping motion with her hand.
A smirk creeps up on my face. Feisty as shit is just my type. Moving to the lounge chair beside her, I throw my shirt down and unzip my pants.
“What are you doing?
“I’m taking off my pants.” I give her a cocky grin.
“I can see that. Why?” she asks as her face reddens.
I point to the pool. “I’m going to take a swim.”
Author Bio:
Aurelia writes contemporary romance and enjoys reading it just as much! She lives in Alabama with her husband, daughter and fur babies. She spends most of her time taking care of her loved ones and plotting stories. Excited to begin this new journey, she’s looking forward to sharing her stories.
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