A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.
Years ago I was faced with the choice between two women. Both were perfect in opposite ways. One was carefree and against commitment. The other was a woman you’d bring home to mom.
I was young, naïve and stupid. I’m sure you can guess who I chose.
Now, I’m older, wiser and know what the hell I want.
So, when the same two women pop back into my life it’s my chance for a do-over. But they flipped the script. Just like me, they want different things now. Leaving me with one choice—convince the woman I want that she wants me too.
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You weren’t just a woman I wanted to protect. You’re the one I want in my life, forever.
Emily’s in danger. But until now, she’s remained safe. I’ve gone to extraordinary lengths to make sure she stays that way.
Now she’s in New York. The moment I saw her in the flesh, I didn’t think she could be more beautiful. It took every bit of my control to stop me from grabbing her face and crushing my lips down on hers.
But with the news I have to deliver, she may lose trust in me. However, I would rather her hate me than find her six feet under.
When I laid my eyes on Rick again, all the same hot sensations were there. Leaving my heart in tatters because I knew no matter how I play it down; I still love him. But that was the least of my worries.
He left me devastated with his news.
However, danger lurks in the shadows and the people who I thought I trusted strike a blow to my heart.
For Jessica love was terrifying she had plans to never tie herself to anyone ever again. But Ben learned his lesson the first time, not dreaming about forever will always be his regret. Can these two lovers find their way back to forever, together? Readers will fall in love with this second chance romance from S.L. Sterling. The 425 Madison series is back with season three and SUNSETS & SOMEDAYS is live!
I know why I lost her. I was too serious. I was too practical. I was grounded when I should’ve been dreaming about forever with Jess.
Over time, this wore on her, all her big exciting ideas and all the ways I shut them down. No wonder she handed me my ring back and left town. No wonder she hadn’t been back in ten years. No wonder she’d married someone else, leaving me with memories of sunsets at the beach and the somedays we planned for the future we’d never live.
So, I built a lift without her. My father and I opened the second division of Sunset Builders in New York, and to my surprise, I stayed busy, almost busy enough not to notice the loneliness.
While I was on a job site, my little sister booked an appointment with a woman who lived on Madison Avenue. A quick bathroom and kitchen remodel, she’d said. I should have asked more questions because when I arrived and the door opened memories came flooding back.
Jessica had returned. If I’d learned anything in her absence it was that anything worth doing was worth being done well, and anything worth having was worth fighting for. Maybe by the time the condo was done, Jessica would give me a second chance.
All those years ago, Ben had been right to try to keep me grounded. I should’ve listened. The falls didn’t hurt as bad that way.
Instead, I wanted a bigger life in a bigger place and I never appreciated the beauty of living in a small town with a huge support system. So, I left town without so much as a goodbye chasing a
silly dream. I alienated myself, moved to a strange city where I knew no one, and chased after something that took me down a dark path.
I married the man who promised me the sun, moon, and stars, but delivered blinding blows. Sometimes, I thought I’d die before I escaped the nightmare. I knew my only way out would be to run…again. This took more years than I could count. Years of me squirreling away money, and years of me hiding in the dark so that no one would see my bruised face in the light of day.
Then my grandfather died. He left me money and a gorgeous condo in New York. While my husband was away on a month-long trip, my best friend drove me to New York. My plan: to upgrade the condo, sell it, and leave my current life behind.
Little did I know when I had called contractors to get some quotes that Ben would show up on my doorstep. He swore we could make more dreams real, but this time I was the grounded one. This time, I could only see how it would never work. I’d made too many mistakes. Love was terrifying. And I never wanted to tie myself to anyone ever again.
After all, 425 Madison is the perfect place to fall in love!
I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a thick stack of papers. On top sat some beautiful images of Jessica, which I flipped through slowly, taking them in. “These are amazing pictures of you. It was nice of them to send them to you. I love this one,” I said, holding up what I thought was one of the best shots of her.
“Yeah, they are great, but that isn’t all they sent me,” she said, the excitement building in her voice. She reached over and pulled the images off the thick pile of paperwork, producing what looked to be a contract. “Two weeks ago, they called and presented me with an enormous opportunity, and here it is! All in black and white.” She squealed. “I waited to tell you until I got the paperwork.”
I began reading the letter that sat on top. Words like contract, New York, California, moving. They were the ones that jumped out at me, and I felt my chest getting tight at the thought of her going away. I swallowed hard. “What does all this mean, Jessica?”
“It means they are offering me a modeling contract in the big city, Ben. It’s my dream come true. I’ll get to model and see the sights, and I am so excited that I wanted to share this with you in our special place.”
“What did your parents say?” I asked as I sat there trying to focus and re-read the letter, but it did little good, so I started flipping through the bundle of paperwork.
“They were angry. Furious, actually,” she said, picking at one of her nails.
“Are… Are you going to go?” I asked. I could feel tightness in my chest that hadn’t been there before, but now that I’d asked her the question, it didn’t seem to want to let up.
“Well, I thought that perhaps you would want to go with me. I’m sure my parents would feel better about it if you were with me. Plus, there is so much opportunity out there, and it would only be for a little while. I mean, the contract is only for a year. I want you to go with me.”
My stomach hurt at the thought of her leaving me, and it was getting harder and harder for me to breathe. It reminded me of the time that I had gotten tackled in one of my high school football games. The guy had come charging at me and knocked me flat on my ass. I hadn’t even seen him coming. When we collided, I went flying, and when I landed, he had knocked the air right out of me. This was no different. She had tackled me, just differently.
S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada and is married to her best friend and soul mate and their two dogs.
An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamt of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel “It Was Always You” was born.
When S.L. Sterling isn’t writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket, and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors.
In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.
Welcome to 425 Madison Ave the perfect place to fall in love. Rounding out the summer with some hot city nights and coasting into fall with more cool characters at this famous high-rise, 425 Madison is returning for a third season!
With some familiar faces and some brand new residents – you’ll be sure to find an author you love and a trope to ignite your taste buds after all 425 Madison IS the perfect place to fall in love!
We’ve got an amazing line of up must-read romance authors including, Lauren Helms, Allie York
J Marie, Kay Gordon, Marcie Shumway, Aubree Valentine, S.L. Sterling, and Fiona Tulle
Prepare for pages packed with new romances, characters, and tropes all from the same well-loved high-rise apartment building in NYC.
Season One and Two feature stories from some of your favorite romance authors: Leigh Lennon, MK Moore, Allie York, Aubree Valentine, Kay Gordon, Lauren Helms, Sylvia Kane, Katy Ames, KC Enders, Marci Shumway, and C. Lesbirel. All these authors came together, each with a standalone romance for you to enjoy. Covering all of your favorite tropes each tale offers you something new, something different.
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What’s the actual last thing you’d ever want your executive assistant to see you doing the morning after you had hot, drunk, angry sex with her in a terrible hotel room? Dancing around your terrible hotel room to “Come and Get Your Love” like Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy—naked? Yeah. Me too.
And yet, here we are.
This isn’t even the most unprofessional thing that’s happened between us in the past couple of weeks.
The first was when I agreed to let her have Christmas Day off, but only if she goes with me to three family gatherings as my fake girlfriend.
The second was when she caught me belting out a Christmas song on stage in the awful hotel bar.
The third was the hot, drunk, angry sex that followed, but I do not regret it.
And she hasn’t even found out the real reason I need her by my side this holiday season.
I need to pull it together before I do the dumbest, most unprofessional thing of all—fall head over heels in love with the only assistant who’s lasted more than a month at the job and claims to hate me and my moods more than she hates eggnog.
Before writing steamy romantic comedy novels, Kayley Loring got a BFA in creative writing from a Canadian university and had a fifteen-year career as a screenwriter in Los Angeles (under a different name). She mostly wrote PG-13 family comedies that studios would pay her lots of money for and then never make into movies. In 2017 she decided to move to the Pacific Northwest and write about all the fun stuff that she wasn’t allowed to write about in those PG-13 scripts. Now she’s breathing cleaner air and writing dirtier words. It’s an adjustment she’s happily getting used to.
“Heat in the Desert takes contemporary romance to another level – a real page-turner. Trust me – you’ll love it!” – a reviewer.
Saira and Gerhard live entirely different lives.
Feisty and ambitious, Saira reluctantly accepts an assignment to produce a TV pilot about weddings at the prestigious, romantic Desert Lodge. But when the small plane taking her there malfunctions, she finds herself stranded in the desert with sexy, muscular, mysterious Gerhard and his yummy German good looks.
Gerhard is everything Saira desires: he is regal, gorgeous, genuine. She cannot help but feel drawn to him.
Saira might just be the woman of Gerhard’s dreams, and now he’s found her, he doesn’t want to let her go. But there are things in Gerhard’s past that threaten to ruin everything…
Explore Heat in the Desert, a novel in the captivating Desert Love contemporary romance series, today.
“The way the author describes the characters’ emotions stood out for me as it made the story come alive. I could feel everything they felt.” – beta reader.
Disclaimer: You can read this novel as part of the series or as a stand-alone novel. It contains some heat and a happy ending. Don’t forget, it’s also available in Kindle Unlimited.
The small plane banked violently, and Saira squeezed her eyes closed. Once again, she felt her fingers dig into her seat’s armrests.
Rivulets of sweat felt sticky and ticklish as they ran down her back and squelched against her body where it met the seat. Her hands were dripping, but she didn’t know whether it was from the heat or from being panicked. The muscles in her stomach and calves were aching as she tensed and willed her body to stop the plane.
She wasn’t paying attention to Gerhard sitting next to her, but she could feel the force of his exertion as he tried to land the small craft.
They were getting close to the earth. Saira thought she was prepared for the impact but the jar as the plane hit the ground rattled her bones and her teeth. They bumped along the sand for moments that felt like forever before they came to a shuddering stop.
When she opened her eyes, all she could see around her was the red dust storm the plane had kicked up. As it settled, she realized they were in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing. No trees, no dunes, no bushes. Stretching out in all directions were miles and miles of flat sand.
Saira felt more panic rising inside her body. Her fear was irrational, she knew, but she felt as though the sand would smother her. There was no escape.
She noticed her fingers were still digging into her seat’s armrests and unclamped her hands. As she stretched out her fingers and tried to relax, her muscles screamed with the pain she’d inflicted on them when she’d tensed every single one in her body.
Next to her, Gerhard sat still, his hands on the plane’s yoke.
As his body relaxed, he turned toward her.
“Are you okay?”
“What do you think? You’ve landed us in the middle of nowhere. How long will we be here? Can you fix the plane?”
Gerhard shrugged, and Saira wondered how he could be so relaxed about it all?
She’d seen television shows and read about people being stranded in the desert and dying of thirst. Would it happen to her? She didn’t relish the idea.
Gerhard’s voice was far too controlled for Saira’s liking when he spoke.
“I’ll see what I can do. But we may need help.”
“Help? Where do you see help around here?”
“Well, it won’t be easy, but I’m sure we can summon some.”
Saira was sure the temperature rising inside her had nothing to do with the heat in the desert. She was getting mad as hell.
What was the man playing at?
Gerhard opened the door on his side, and scorching air blasted into the already boiling cabin.
Saira put a hand on her chest as she struggled to draw the heated air into her lungs. She opened her door, but even more hot air streamed into the cabin.
Gerhard placed a firm, dry hand on her forearm.
“I wouldn’t go outside if I were you.”
“You don’t seriously expect me to stay in this oven while you go outside?”
Gerhard removed his hand and nodded.
“Trust me. It’s safer here than out there.”
Safer? What was he talking about? Would she have to deal with wild animals as well on top of this disaster?
“What do you mean, safer?”
Those blue eyes locked on hers, and she understood he wasn’t used to being challenged.
“I mean, it’s hotter out there than in here. Out there, you risk sunstroke.”
Saira shifted in her seat.
She didn’t want to sound petulant, but she was feeling more than annoyed. The perpetual clamminess her entirely inappropriate clothing for such weather had produced, didn’t help things.
“I still think it would be better if I sat in the wing’s shade.”
Gerhard got out.
He spoke through the open door, his back toward her.
This time, Gerhard didn’t help her. As a result, when she jumped down from the plane, she sank into the sand. She tried to muffle the loud yelp that came with the unpleasant surprise. But the difference between the surfaces underfoot almost made her lose her balance, and the heat from the sand penetrated her shoes at once. She wouldn’t give Gerhard the satisfaction of seeing her distress.
Saira pulled herself together, reached back, grabbed her water from the cabin, and rooted through her bag for her jacket to sit on. Even though the wing of the plane had given the illusion of shade, the sand underneath was scorching. Saira had forgotten they’d only just landed here. The sun had been baking the sand into what felt to her like grains of fire beneath her. She jumped up as the heat penetrated through her jacket and burned her backside.
Though Gerhard was apparently ignoring her, she was sure she’d seen him smirk when she’d jumped down from the plane onto the blistering sand and again when she’d leaped up as the heat had penetrated her behind.
Meanwhile, Gerhard had opened the bonnet on the side of the plane. He was tinkering away, a frown deepening between his eyebrows.
Saira watched him and didn’t care for the frown.
She walked closer to him.
“Can you fix it or not?”
“I’m not a mechanic.”
Saira had to walk away before she lost her temper. She placed her hands on her hips. Staring off into the distance might help her get a grip on her emotions. But it didn’t help.
Oh, God, they would die here. She knew it.
When she had her breathing a little more under control again, she turned to face Gerhard.
“But if you’re not a mechanic, how the hell are you going to fix this thing?”
Saira could have sworn she heard Gerhard mumble “give me strength,” or something like it. Not only was she stranded in the desert, but she had to deal with a jerk like him. Being hunky didn’t make up for it. Life could be so unfair.
Damn, she should never have come. What a stupid idea. Bloody Max. He’ll have a lot to answer for when she gets back to London.
All of a sudden, she didn’t want to be anywhere near Gerhard. She eyed the area under the wing furthest away from him and walked there as fast as the sand would allow her without tripping and falling. But the clanging and banging of his tinkering grew in volume, and she couldn’t help wondering what he was doing. Another small prayer went up that he didn’t damage the engine even more.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she peeped around the plane. He was fumbling inside the cabin and ignoring her. When she saw him unpacking a bundle of wood from underneath his seat, and reaching for a lighter in his pocket, she couldn’t believe it.
Was he going to make a fire? In this heat?
She walked closer.
“Fire? I thought we only need it at night to prevent predators from eating us alive.”
“I’m not building a fire for the wildlife.”
The man was impossible. Saira felt the urge to stamp her foot but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing he’d got under her skin. Why couldn’t he be civil? Men with manners were in such short supply these days. Why are they all like Jonathan, instead of like her father?
Saira watched in silent fascination as Gerhard built a fire. He collected some straw-like plant matter she hadn’t noticed before because the way it blended in with the color of the surrounding sand, was perfect. He placed it over the pieces of wood, like kindling, started the fire and blew on it until it took hold.
God, he was a real Neanderthal.
But when he took off his shirt, Saira almost gasped at the sight of his beautiful torso and had to cough to hide her faux pas.
Gerhard’s body wasn’t only beautiful, toned with perfect muscles, but he looked far more like a model than a Neanderthal. Just the right smattering of hair on his chest made him appear even more manly. His all-over tan made her wonder why he spent so much time without his top? Perhaps he had a lot of leisure time. That he was pure male and nothing like Jonathan, just made him seem more mysterious. He moved with ease and elegance, felt as though she was watching a dancer instead of a Neanderthal. Only now he had his back to her, could she admire his toned bum and thighs.
But the beauty of his body couldn’t disguise the fact that the fire was now roaring and smoke was everywhere. It made Saira’s eyes water. The sudden uncontrollable coughing fit that gripped her, wouldn’t let go and didn’t help the situation. The heat from the fire added to the already unbearable conditions.
Just as she was about to say something, Gerhard grabbed the sleeves of his shirt. He held the shirt over the fire for a few moments, then removed it and repeated the action over and over.
Saira could see the effect. The smoke curled into the air above them into an upright column since there was no wind to disperse it.
Okay, he’s cute. But what the hell? Are we in a cowboy movie now?
Saira took a few steps toward Gerhard because she didn’t want to shout and come across like a banshee. Besides, she didn’t trust her voice to carry after the coughing fit.
“I don’t understand. Why make a fire? Why don’t you just call someone?”
Gerhard spoke without stopping what he was doing.
“Have you tried using your phone in the desert? It doesn’t work here.”
Saira hadn’t considered that. A sizeable stone fell into her gut. Would she really be stranded here?
“But what about the plane’s radio?”
“I’m not an electronics engineer.”
Saira narrowed her eyes.
What the hell did he mean by that?
Gerhard spoke as though he’d read her mind.
“The radio is dead. Something must have gone wrong with the radio’s wiring when the engine blew.”
Saira felt tears of panic sting her eyes.
She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t cry.
“I saw you had a walkie-talkie?”
“The battery is flat.”
Shit. She knew it. She would die here for sure. Who ever could see these puny smoke signals?
Saira looked up into the vast sky. Only someone with binoculars glued to their eyes and looking in the right direction would see such small puffs of smoke.
She wasn’t in the mood for one of his stupid answers she didn’t understand but somehow couldn’t stop the question leaving her mouth.
“But who would see this?”
The sun was glistening off the sweat on Gerhard’s back, and droplets were dripping down his temples. But he didn’t seem to be suffering in the slightest. Saira envied him.
Again, he didn’t look up as he spoke.
“You’d be surprised.”
What does that mean? Why does he have to be so weird? For goodness sake, why couldn’t he just spell it out? He must know she knows nothing about this lifestyle. Wasn’t he a guide? The guides must meet people from lots of different backgrounds. She reckoned most of their guests didn’t understand about conditions in the desert or this kind of lifestyle, either.
Was it her imagination, or was he actually smiling?
Just as she turned around to walk away, Gerhard’s voice sounded behind her.
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
Saira almost snorted with indignation.
We’ll see about that.
Angelina Kalahari has worked for over thirty-five years as an operatic soprano, stage director and voice teacher around the world.
She received recognition for her contribution to the music, culture and economy of the UK from Queen Elizabeth II at Buckingham Palace.
Angelina has always regarded herself as a storyteller, either through music or through acting and directing. She honed her storytelling skills from a young age, writing and telling stories to her siblings at bedtime. It became a habit over the years. She has many finished novels, children’s stories and plays. Her publishing journey as an indie author began with The Healing Touch, a story based on true events.
Born in Namibia, and having lived all over the world, she currently lives in London, UK, with her husband, her fur cat daughter, a rapidly diminishing population of house spiders and a smallish herd of dust bunnies.
She has recently come to the conclusion that drinking vast amounts of tea holds the key to life.
Sarah Goldman loves Hanukkah, and she’s thrilled to be appointed as vice chair of the Hollowville Hanukkah Festival. So when the festival is threatened with cancellation, she comes up with an idea: a new slogan and advertising campaign topped off with a metal menorah large enough to fill the center of town. But even though her heart and dreams are large, the committee’s budget constraints threaten to stop her grand plans right in their tracks.
Famous metal sculptor Isaac Lieberman also loves Hanukkah. But his vision of a perfect Hanukkah isn’t a commercial community event—it’s spending time with family, following age-old traditions. He’s not interested in the festival, no matter how many times his grandmother, his bubbe, asks him to contribute one of his sculptures.
Then Sarah comes tumbling into his life…can she change his mind about more than just the holidays?
What an enjoyable and insightful read. Miracles and Menorahs was my first book by Stacey Agdern. I will definitely look into reading more of her titles. While I don’t personally celebrate Hanukkah, I loved and connected with this book. I especially loved the characters of the town of Hollowville and how most of them came together to help make the annual Hanukkah celebration a success. The author describes the small NY town in detail with such entertaining narrative that I felt truly connected to the town and the story. I loved learning about the traditions of Hanukkah in a way that I hadn’t before. This book was beautifully written and a gem for anyone who loves small-town holiday romance.
As romances go, the relationship growth between Sarah and Isaac is very slow and doesn’t culminate until the end of the book. But I appreciated the slow build because otherwise this book wouldn’t have been so realistic. There are many secondary characters that help to move the story along, each bringing a certain depth. While this book was just a touch angsty, all the characters (except one ignorant antagonist) were loyal, mature, and friendly.
As you’ve learned from the blurb, Sarah is in charge of the annual Hanukkah festival this year. While she is honored and excited to make the festival a success, there is a great deal of pressure and worry that she will fail. This year could be the last for the festival and that can’t happen. Sarah continues to work toward her goal of making sure every aspect of the festival is successful. But what would be the best offering, a giant sculpted metal menorah for the town square, may not happen.
Isaac loves Hanukkah but not the commercialism of it. He will not contribute to a festival whose goal is to only make money. Isaac is devoted to age-old traditions and this is why he refuses to help. So, you have to wonder how Sarah and Isaac even become friends. As I said earlier in my review, the characters are mature as well as charming, friendly, and considerate.
I definitely recommend this sweet story; it is sure to inspire in many ways. This is my honest and unbiased review and I that you for taking the time to read it. 🙂
And my green eyes have been described as ‘lady magnets’ by the Vegas
The Trifecta sensation is only the dirtiest male revue show Vegas has
ever seen. We’ve been blazing the stage for a while and have gained
quite the fan base. Women travel from across the country just to catch
a glimpse of us.
I’ll let you in on a little secret…I hate every second of it.
It’s just not me.
I despise being viewed as a piece of meat.
When my new neighbor, Emma moves in next door, I hate that she sees me
the same way.
But, when her and her daughter are in danger, a possessive need to
protect her takes over.
The more I get to know Emma, the more I realize she’s more like me than
I realize. And I won’t let her past stand in the way of our future.
About The Author
Logan Chance is a USA Today and Top 20 Amazon Bestselling Author with a
quick wit and penchant for the simple things in life: Star Wars, music,
and smart girls who love to read. He was nominated best debut author
for the Goodreads Choice Awards in 2016. His works can be classified as
Dramedies (Drama+Comedies), featuring a ton of laughs and many swoon
worthy, heartfelt moments.