Aug 9, 2023

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 Book Blurb: 
From the moment I open my eyes, I know. Her bed is made, the wardrobe empty.

There was something she wanted to tell me, but I didn't listen.

Now she's gone.

Eleven years ago my sister Lola vanished from my aunt's cottage in Cornwall. Now I'm back, and I'm no closer to understanding why she ran away. What secrets was she keeping?

Memories come to me in snippets, but something is still missing. Then a body is discovered in a cave below the cliffs. No one knows how long it's been there. 
Is it Lola?
The next night I wake, knowing someone is there, standing by my bed. I can hear them breathing. What do they want? Am I getting too close to the truth?

Did Lola ever leave?


 Author Bio:
Rachel Abbott was born just outside Manchester, England, and spent most of her working life as the Managing Director of an interactive media company. After her company was sold in 2000, she fulfilled a lifelong ambition of buying and restoring a property in Italy. She now splits her time between homes in Italy and Alderney, where she writes full time and has just completed her sixth novel.








Aug 8, 2023

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Wicked Desires
Nancy Brown
(Wicked Series, #2)
Publication date: August 8th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

He’s a rock star in need of a girlfriend. She’s an attorney in need of a husband. What could possibly go wrong?

Victoria Davison has had her heart shattered. She’s has sworn off men forever, a plan that has worked stunningly well until about five minutes ago, when she found out she needs to be married before her thirty-second birthday if she wants access to the one hundred-million-dollar trust fund her grandfather set up for her.

Grayson Pierce is the devastatingly seductive, illegally gorgeous front man for Ruin. He’s the hedonistic saint of sin, wrapped in leather, whiskey, and fame… He’s living the dream until his record company tells him he needs to clean up his image or he’s done.

Their worlds collide. Electricity sizzles in the air between them. Tori tells herself she’s immune to his lethal charms when she walks away.

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The Worst Darcy
Robyn Gynne
Publication date: August 15th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Brodie Bishop is the worst.

Vivian Trent is desperate. Her family doesn’t approve of her life as a single mom and the small town of Austen still won’t accept her as one of their own four years later. Playing Elizabeth Bennet at the annual Jane Austen Festival is the perfect way to win over the locals and prove that she’s thriving. But when Austen’s favourite festival hero is replaced by his tattooed, metalhead brother, how is she supposed to achieve perfection with such a bad boy playing Mr. Darcy? He’s never read the book. He’s brash and unpolished. He’s… blond?!

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I dislike you.

Brodie’s used to being the town disappointment, so when Vivian turns her nose up at him, he’s not surprised. Hot librarian or not, she’s way too uptight. But once the festival gets underway, they see new sides of each other. When he finds out her dark secret, suddenly she’s much more endearing. She’s vulnerable, but strong. And the way she looks in that gown only blurs the lines between playing the part and falling for her for real.

But when her goal is within reach, can Vivian go off-book and choose Brodie, if it means risking everything she thought she wanted?

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EXCERPT:

Cuppabeans was the only cafe in town, a cute little corner shop with a mint green and white striped awning out front, knotty pine framing inside, and a constant, thick miasma of warm, rich Arabica beans in the air.

Inhaling deeply as I stood in line, I tapped my foot and checked the time. It was fine. I still had a good cushion to get this done before I had to be at the library. I reached the front and ordered the largest size they had.

“Name?” the perky teenage server called over the morning din.

“Vivian,” I said.

“Lydia?” she asked.

I emphasized each syllable so she could at least read my lips. “Vivian.”

She nodded in a way that made my hopes plummet. I crossed my arms and stepped to the side to let the next person up. I blinked as I saw the man who’d stood behind me. He wore black head to toe, including a thick pair of leather cuffs at his wrists, the dark shade contrasting with his fair skin. The only hint of colour on him popped from the tattoos covering his forearms and the wheat blond of his overlong hair. He left his black aviators on as he put in his order and came to stand beside me, crossing one long leg over the other as he leaned back against the wall.

I watched him in the mirror on the opposite side of the cafe. He crossed his arms and appeared generally standoffish, the sharp line of his jaw ticking as he clenched it. I watched the muscle move as discreetly as I could. By the look of him, he was hardly a Prince Charming candidate, but I could still appreciate a nice jawline. I was only human, after all.

But then a smirk kicked up one corner of his mouth and he tipped his sunglasses down, revealing that his eyes were locked on mine in the mirror. My heart squeezed in surprise. Not only from the frantic feeling of being caught staring, but the shock of how incongruously dark brown his eyes were against that hair, stark in his only slightly sun-kissed face. They tilted up slightly at the outer corners, reminding me of a cat. He nudged the shades off his face and turned to me with a matching feline languor.

I flicked my eyes to the ground, face flaring with heat.

“Don’t like tattoos?” he asked, his voice a slightly gravelly tenor. By that grungy, heavy metal look, he’d probably spent his life screaming into a microphone.

“I wasn’t looking at your tattoos,” I said with a sharp shake of my head. Hopefully, my neck wasn’t going blotchy with embarrassment.

“Yeah?” he asked. In my periphery, I saw him lean closer. “What were you lookin’ at?”

I threw a desperate glance at the server and she held a cup up with a nod. Relief flooded me as I grabbed it and pivoted on my heel to escape this awkward encounter. But as I passed the man, I faltered, frowning down at the cup. It read Vanilla. “Oh, come on,” I grumbled under my breath.

A snort drew my eyes back up to the man. His dark eyes sparked with a mocking amusement. “Hey, at least she got the V right.”

I rolled my eyes and marched past him, ignoring the snicker that followed me out the door.


Author Bio:

Robyn writes spicy contemporary romances about resilient women and memorable men. Having self-published numerous short romances over the years under different pen names, she is pleased to present her first full-length novel, THE WORST DARCY. When she's not writing, you can find her catching up on her TBR pile, watching spooky movies, and woodburning crafts. She lives in the Greater Toronto Area with her husband and son.

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Wicked Persuasion
Patti O’Shea
(The Paladin League, #5)
Publication date: August 8th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A Special Forces officer has a second chance with his first love…if he can keep her alive.

Special Forces Captain Decker Nguyen doesn’t make big mistakes, but he really messed up when he made love with the woman who’d been his best friend. And then ghosted her.

Now, years later, he sees Francesca again. In Puerto Jardin. While he’s undercover as a mercenary and on a high-risk op to topple the empire of an international arms dealer.

Francesca “Frankie” Lewis believes she put Deck out of her head and heart. Until she sees him again. But she’s not falling for him a second time, not when it took so long to put the pieces back together after he disappeared.

Besides, she’s working. The Paladin League sent her to Puerto Jardin to track down the Lost Treasure of Trujillo. But her team isn’t the only one searching for it and others will kill to find it first. With her life on the line, the only person she trusts with her safety is the one man she wants to avoid.

Deck is determined to win Frankie back. He just needs to keep her alive and convince her to take another chance on him.

Wicked Persuasion is a stand-alone romance with a HEA. There are references to events that happened in earlier books, but it’s not necessary to read them to enjoy this story.

Indulge in a protector hero who’s in Special Forces, a second chance romance between former best friends, a heroine who is an archivist (not a librarian, secret agent, or superhero), action, adventure, and romance. And don’t forget the rest of the Special Forces team, some of whom will have their own stories coming up.

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EXCERPT:

Over the years, Francesca Lewis had imagined many scenarios when they’d run into each other again. His saving her from being mugged wasn’t one of them. “Hello, Deck,” she said, managing to sound calm. “Thanks for the rescue.”

De nada.”

She met his gaze head-on, trying to keep her expression dispassionate. Her hands were shaking. Frankie took a deep breath and clutched her fingers around her tote bag. They’d been twenty-two years old the last time she’d seen him, and he’d had a youthfulness about him then.

Deck was all man now. His chest and shoulders had broadened, and he had muscles everywhere. Impressive muscles. Frankie took another long breath.

The boy-band/rock-idol hairstyle was gone, replaced by a more conservative cut—longer on top, short over the ears and nape—but his dark hair was shaggy as if he’d skipped a few barber appointments and it appeared as if he hadn’t bothered to shave for days. Those velvet-brown eyes of his still did things to her. She looked away, not wanting him to realize how much he could affect her. He was gorgeous, even better-looking now than back then, and he’d been damn hot in college.

Deck had majored in business because his parents had decided he would join the family company. So why was he here in fatigue pants and combat boots?

“Is your firm conducting a hostile takeover in Trujillo?” She gestured toward his clothing.

Deck grinned and Frankie locked her knees to keep from swooning. Damn it, he wasn’t supposed to be able to do this to her any longer.

“I never joined my dad’s company.” He changed the subject. “You’re wearing your hair long now. I like it.”

The frisson of pleasure irritated the hell out of her. Slinging the leather straps of her tote over her shoulder, Frankie said, “Good to see you, Deck.” That was a lie. “Thanks again.” She pivoted and began to head toward the inn.

To her frustration, he caught up to her. “I’ll walk you to your hotel. Where are you staying?”

She didn’t want to tell him. She wanted to leave and pretend she’d never seen him again. “Thanks, but it’s not necessary.”

“Yes, it is. You don’t know if those gang members are waiting up ahead to finish what I interrupted.”

“Odds are they’re more interested in evening the score with you than stealing my bag.”

Deck continued to keep pace with her. “I claimed you as my woman. They could attack you to get back at me. Now which hotel are you staying at?”

Frankie recognized the stubborn expression on his face. Deck wasn’t about to surrender the battle, and she was shaking from being accosted, leaving her without the energy to argue with him indefinitely. “Palacio Monasterio,” she admitted grudgingly.

He whistled low, under his breath. “Librarians must be paid more than I thought.”

She bit her tongue. He was trying to get a rise out of her and she wasn’t giving him the satisfaction.

“Sorry.” Deck smirked, not even slightly remorseful. “I meant archivist.”

No, he didn’t. She focused on the road in front of her. “Did you really think I would fall for that?”

“You used to.”

“I’m not twenty anymore.”

“No, you’re definitely all grown up.”

Was that admiration in his voice? Frankie refused to glance over and see if she was right.

Author Bio:

Patti O'Shea's passions are writing, airplanes and traveling. Fortunately, she's been able to enjoy all three. After receiving a degree in advertising copywriting, she took a job with a major U.S. airline and now works in 757 Engineering. Besides teaching her about the planes she loves, it's given her an opportunity to travel to places like Australia, Papua New Guinea and Canada's Yukon Territory.

Writing, though, remains her primary love. Patti created her first romance when she was in junior high school and has been hooked ever since. She should have figured out she was a writer years earlier, however, since her dolls had such involved lives, complete with goals, motivation and conflict.

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Mr. Right is a Myth
Melina Druga
Publication date: August 8th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

This heartfelt follow-up to Sexual Awakening follows its ambitious diarist to the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign, where her hopes and dreams for the future are further tested by a string of social hiccups.

Cassie Economos has rules. If a new boyfriend can’t wait two months to have sex with her, he’s not the guy for her. If he refuses to wear a condom, he’s not the guy for her. And if dating him would mean maintaining a long-distance relationship, he’s… well, you get the picture.

She’s got her life planned out, and she knows better than to try to make things work with someone who can’t agree on the basics, like where to live and whether to have kids. But Cassie isn’t perfect, and the more disappointing situationships she finds herself in, the more she wonders if there’s even such a thing as a “Mr. Right.”

But Cassie doesn’t have time to worry too much about that. Her four years at U of I are passing quickly, which means it’s time for her to chart her final course: toward Chicago, the city of her dreams.

Readers are in for a rollicking ride through college life in the ’90s here, as Cassie and her friends wade through continental relationship shifts.

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EXCERPT:

“I’m going to the bathroom. Have fun deciding who gets the piece of man meat.” I finish what’s left of my virgin daiquiri – virgin, what a laugh – and pick up my purse. “If I’m not back in 10 minutes, you know I fell in.”

My experience with Jesse forced me to add more things to my list of criteria to avoid in men, and my list grows longer with every ex. When I told Mom over the summer what I’m looking for in a man, she (ignorant of my history) said I’m too picky, whereas Vanessa wasn’t picky enough. I’ll end up bitter and alone, Mom said, while my sister is happily married, playing mommy.

I have stretches where I’m in a relationship and intervals where I’m single. For someone to be in my life long-term, he and I need to be partners, equals, a power couple. But how do I find a guy like that? And who would want to be my partner for life anyway? My family says I’m too stubborn, too opinionated, too independent, wear too much black and too much makeup. Not exactly the sort a man commits to.

I follow a waitress’ directions to the back of the club where young women – some dressed sexy, others casually like my friends and me – stream in and out of the restroom. I wonder how many of these chicks are in partnerships and how many are in relationships where the man wields the upper hand. I want a partnership, damn it!

I’m so engrossed in thought I don’t notice a guy standing by the last table before the restrooms taking a step backward until he bumps into me. Losing my balance, I wobble.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, placing his hand briefly on my arm. “I hope you’re okay. I didn’t step on your foot, did I?”

Holy shit! This guy is tall, fit and blond. Now that’s what I consider God’s gift to women.

I smile and shake my head. “No, I’m okay. Don’t sweat it.”

He nods and turns back to his friends.

Author Bio:

Rumor has it that Melina Druga came out of her mother’s womb with a pen in her hand. While we can neither confirm or deny this, you could say she was destined to become a writer.

Melina was so young when she began writing that she can’t remember exactly when the urge began. She does remember, however, her first novel – an historical fiction story about two sisters living in an Ohio canal town in the 1840s – that she wrote at age 10.

Music keeps Melina sane, and it has gotten to the point that she cannot write without it. It keeps her awake, alert, motivated and productive. Music has even inspired her fiction. And not just The Rock Star’s Wife series. The My Chemical Romance song “Mama” was the inspiration for her historical fiction novel Angel of Mercy.

Melina lives in the Midwest with her husband, daughter, black cat, books and CD collection.

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Aug 7, 2023

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Dirty Daddies 2023 Anniversary Anthology
Publication date: October 17th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Another year, another round of smoking hot daddies and sassy brats giving them a run for their money.

Packed with stories from your favorite names and rising stars in the Daddy genre, this anthology has something for all the Daddy lovers out there! Whether it’s a strict Dom who loves to be called Daddy as he lavishes his partner with pleasure, or a Daddy looking for a Little one to rely on him for all their most private, personal needs, there’s a story for everyone in these pages!

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Aug 2, 2023

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One family. One murder. One decision.

One night. That’s all the time a family has to decide what to do with the man they believe murdered their daughter: Do they forgive him, or take justice into their own hands? An electrifying novel by the author of Nanny Needed. . .

The anonymous letters arrive in the mail, one by one: To find out what really happened to Meghan, meet at this location. Don’t tell anyone you’re coming. In one night, you’ll find out everything you need to know.
 
Ten years after her murder, the letters tell Meghan’s family exactly when and where to meet: a cliffside home on the Oregon coast. But on the night they’re promised answers, the convicted killer—her high school boyfriend, Cal, who spent only ten years in prison for murder—is found unconscious in his car, slammed into a light pole near the house where the family is sitting and waiting. Is he the one who invited them to gather? 
 
As a storm rampages along the Pacific Northwest, the power cuts off and leaves the family with no chance of returning to the main road and finding help. So they drag Cal back to the house for the remainder of the night. How easy it would be to let him die and claim it was an accident. Or do they help him instead? As the hours tick by, it becomes an excruciating choice. Half of the family wants to kill him. The other half wants him to regain consciousness so he can tell them what he knows.
 
But if Cal wakes up, he might reveal that someone in the family knows more than they’re letting on. And if that’s the case, who is the real killer? And are they already in the house?





Excerpt

Chapter 1

Maureen

Red is supposed to be a cheerful color: bright, bold, attention-­getting. It’s what you’d choose for an invitation to a party, not as a threat. Maureen looks at it again and the thought resurfaces: it’s the color of blood. It’s what she thought the first time she saw the envelope three days ago when it arrived in her mail. An invitation to this home on the Oregon coast, the same invitation that everyone in her family received.

Don’t tell anyone you’re coming.

In one night, you’ll find out what happened to Meg.

Meg. Her daughter only allowed certain people to call her that.

The letter is single-­spaced and typed, with instructions to a remote house with an anonymous host. Surely most people wouldn’t travel somewhere on the invitation of a stranger, but the Chisholms aren’t your typical family and they have already been through so much. They’re intrigued by what they might learn, except for Maureen.

This invite is enough to push her over the edge.

And now she’s staring at one.

At the window, her eyes track to the cliff and the thousand-­foot plunge that drops to jagged rocks and raging foam. Beyond that, the majestic Pacific Ocean spreads out before her in an undulating mass of whitecaps and indigo waves. The place where the ocean meets the sky is indistinguishable: at the horizon, the lines blur, the dark water rising to blackening clouds. A storm is coming, and Maureen squeezes her hands, the electricity pulsing through her.

Her eyes lift to a single bird dipping in the wind. Its flight is so graceful, the bird seemingly unaware that it might be the only one out there, its friends taking cover somewhere else. She watches the gull’s outstretched wings, the bird so unencumbered and free that she longs to be it. She longs to be anywhere but here. Because in this house, the walls are closing in. Once the storm hits, they won’t be going anywhere.

Maureen’s heart lifts, then aches as she glances at Sam, who moves through the kitchen marveling at what she sees. She reminds herself she is here to protect her, that her youngest daughter begged them to follow through with the letter.

This is a trap, Maureen thinks. Or a con.

Cal brought them here—­her oldest daughter’s high school boyfriend from ten years ago. He used to call her Meg too. Now that he’s out of prison, he has something new he wants to say.

She wants to seal his mouth shut. If she could, she would drop him at the bottom of the ocean.

When Sam saw the invitation, she insisted they make the trip. Maureen did her best to dissuade her, but Sam pushed back, and Maureen knew she had no choice. There was no way in hell she would let her youngest travel to this house alone. If her middle child, Alice, arrives, she will protect her too.

But there’s no telling when she will show up since Alice doesn’t answer their phone calls much anymore.

But Sam is different. She’s bolder, and despite everything that has happened, she’s far too hopeful. Maureen thinks her youngest, at twenty-­four, would be frightened, that she would never want to see Cal again, especially after what she said in a courtroom helped send him to prison. But Sam is determined. She’s always been determined. And so is Maureen.

She jams the envelope inside her pocket and pushes the corner down with her thumb. She keeps the invitation hidden, wondering if her daughter brought her own copy.

Sam is opening kitchen cabinets and calling out about the contents: an inventory of soup and bread, flour and sugar, and a package of cookies, as if they’re on vacation. She holds up a bag of coffee and grins, but something creeps at the back of Maureen’s neck.

“What do you mean there’s food?”

“Come look.”

She finds cans of soup like her daughter said, at least six, along with a jar of pasta sauce. In the fridge, a gallon of milk, fat-­free and unopened with the expiration set for a week from now. In the drawer, an assortment of cheeses and deli meat, everything in its original wrapping, waiting for them.

“What is this?” she asks.

Sam shrugs. “Maybe the owner left it for us? Or the person who stayed before didn’t eat everything?”

Maureen eyes the shelves, but nothing is open or half-­used. All the seals are intact, the food is new, the refrigerator wiped clean. On the counter is a bowl of fruit topped with bananas, Sam’s favorite, along with shiny green Granny Smiths. Someone has peeled the labels off each one.

When the girls were young, Paul would carve apples for their daughters, the green ones they loved best, and the peels would come off in long continuous strips, the girls watching wide-­eyed, convinced he possessed a magical gift. When Cal tried to impress Meg with the same trick, the knife slipped, and he sliced open his hand.

Maureen shuts the refrigerator door and the shelves rattle inside, condiments knocking against a jar of strawberry preserves.

Cal—­is this his doing? Would he be this prepared and stock food for them?

She didn’t think to pack groceries but threw in two flasks of whiskey at the last minute, along with some clothes—­one set, because as soon as it’s morning, they’re getting the hell out of here.

But maybe they should be grateful for the provisions. She’s not sure if she can stomach anything herself, and the idea roils in her stomach, but the rest of the group might want something later. The closest grocery store is miles away, and after turning off the main road, she doesn’t recall seeing any restaurants.

A gust of wind shudders the windows and Maureen cuts her eyes to the left, her shoulders rising.

The food, this beautiful house: it’s as if Cal wants them to enjoy their weekend. He’s taking care of every detail. But nothing about tonight will be pleasant, not with the memories that will be dredged up, and not with the secrets that Cal, for some God-­unknown reason, has waited ten years to share. After all this time, he’s asking to see them face-­to-­face. And the very idea, the fact that they’ve complied, sets a fire inside her. When she sees him, she knows what she must do.

Her daughter, Meg, was seventeen when she died, her body found in a creek, her black hair tangled among the reeds. The gash to her head hurt her but didn’t kill her, and she drowned when she slipped beneath the water. A group of hungover teenagers said they didn’t see anything, didn’t know anything, except for one person who stepped forward later: Samantha.

Sam shouldn’t have been at that party. Only a high school freshman, she should have been home, but she crept out the window, a flashlight in hand. When Maureen asked if she went to the family cabin instead, only a few miles away from the bonfire, she said no, and Alice reminded her that none of the sisters had a key. Maureen checked the cabin weeks later, and the bed and chairs had been moved.

There’s a link to that place, Maureen knows. She can feel it. The truth scratching beneath the surface.

It was still morning when the police showed up, their bodies stiffening, broad shoulders spotted through the glass oval in their door, and Maureen knew. She just knew. The way a mother feels it in her bones that something isn’t right, that something happened to one of her children.

She fell to the ground and slammed into the doorsill, the metal cutting into her knees and splitting her skin. Her husband lifted her to her feet and they huddled together, the officers speaking, their words tumbling all over her, muffled and nonsensical, as if they’d been plunged underwater.

Underwater . . . like creek water against her ears.

Meghan’s friends said they woke when they heard someone screaming. By then, Sam had already snuck back home, Alice too. The girls thought their big sister was fast asleep.

She and Paul went to identify Meghan’s body, and the sight of their daughter’s pale blue lips and lifeless face pierced Maureen’s chest with a pain she didn’t know existed, that she didn’t know was possible—­it shouldn’t have been possible. You’re not supposed to lose your child. Meghan lay motionless, a thin cotton sheet pulled to her shoulders. She was still beautiful with that one small freckle beside her nose.

She wanted to climb on that table and lie beside her daughter, crumple over her and protect her, as if that would be enough, wanting so badly for that to be enough, as if it weren’t too late already. She stroked Meghan’s hair and ran her hand across her brow, her daughter’s skin cold to the touch.

She hummed her a lullaby, something she hadn’t done since the girls were young, and yet here it was, the instinct to protect, so immediate, so primal, the vibrations of “Cradle Song” thick and guttural in her throat. She was simply a mom hushing her child to sleep.


About Georgina Cross

After graduating from Louisiana State University, I enjoyed a career in television news, marketing & communications and worked 9 years in business development/bid & proposal for an aerospace & defense contractor before joining the Huntsville/Madison County Chamber of Commerce as the Workforce Development Director. I also founded Susie’s Wish non-profit in 2015 which sends patients with life threatening illnesses to the beach, named in honor of our best friend and former TV news reporter Susie Edwards. Married to David, we spend our weekends filled with basketball tournaments, scary movies, and trying new restaurants with our combined family of four sons.

I’m represented by my agent Rachel Beck with Liza Dawson Associates with my suspense appealing to readers of The Good Girl by Mary Kubica, Then She Was Gone by Lisa Jewell, The Mother-in-Law by Sally Hepworth, and The Marriage Lie by Kimberly Belle.

I’m the author of ONE NIGHT and NANNY NEEDED, published with Bantam, Penguin Random House, and the bestselling author of THE STEPDAUGHTER, as well as THE MISSING WOMAN and THE NIECE published by Bookouture, Hachette Publishing. More books to come in 2024! Announcements coming soon!


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One Night 
Written By
Georgina Cross 
Review By
Heidi Lynn’s Book Reviews

First, I want to thank Georgina Cross, Penguin Random House and NetGalley for providing me with this book so I may bring you this review.


O.M.G!! Georgina Cross’s latest intensely twisted psychological thriller One Night has to be one of her best written books ever!! My prediction is this will be on the bestseller list in no time! It is a highly addicting fast paced read that I could not put down! Oh yes! It was that good so you may want to clear your schedule! 


I LOVED this book and just couldn’t get enough of it!! If you think your family has drama you have not met this family! Ohh she had my head spinning out of control at not only one climatic ending but three of them! However, nothing could prepare me for the final revelation that made my jaw just drop!! Ohh she is GOOD!! 


This is one book that you will be on the edge of your seat for as it is intense! There were so many mysteries that needed to be solved. One Night is packed with tragedy, heartbreak, secrets, wicked twists and turns, and even a taboo storyline thrown into the mix! 


They always say write what you are passionate about and this is just what Georgina did in One Night. Georgina has a special place in her heart for Oregon where she and her husband vacationed. She fell in love with the breathtaking views and sights that she wanted to incorporate into her book. 


Georgina is always so thankful and appreciative to all her readers, book reviewers, bloggers for sharing the love for her books. 







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