Excerpts, Reading

Excerpt: Rules of their Fake Florida Fling

Six weeks, one wedding, no falling in love… Will the neurosurgeon and the anesthesiologist be able to stick to their rules and keep their sizzling attraction at bay? Rules of their Fake Florida Fling is available now, and you can read a short excerpt below!

“YOU REALIZE THREE other surgeons have turned this case away?”

“They weren’t me.” Dr. Asher Parks shrugged as he looked at the head of the surgery department, Dr. Levern. Asher wasn’t bragging—not really. Just being honest.

He was the best neurosurgeon at Mercy General. The best in Orlando, Florida…one of the best in the nation. He knew his skill set.

He’d chosen neurosurgery because it was complicated. In the academic world nearly everything had come easily…again not a brag, just a fact. Neurosurgery offered a challenge so many other things didn’t. And Asher loved a challenge.

This surgery was difficult…some had said impossible. An operation most neurosurgeons wouldn’t touch, and this was a competitive field. But it was a challenge Asher could meet; he was certain of it.

“A tumor in the spinal cavity. Definition of unlucky.” Dr. Levern flipped through the images on the tablet, clicking his tongue at the results.

Asher felt his nose scrunch and intentionally leaned back. It was unlucky. Statistically, nearly impossible. He understood this line of work required at least some compartmentalization of emotions. Dr. Levern didn’t mean anything by the throwaway comment, but there was a person on the other end of that “unlucky.”

Jason Mendez. Twenty, barely more than a teenager, with a full life in front of him. He should be worrying about college, or starting a career, or dating. There were so many things one looked forward to at twenty, before adult realities sneaked in. A tumor had ripped that “normal” away.

Unlucky indeed.

“It’s grown by three centimeters in the last six months.” Asher rocked back on his heels, trying to keep the frustration at bay. A tumor in the spinal cavity was dangerous. The surgery would take at least six hours, assuming everything went well. Three other surgeons had looked at the location of the tumor and told the patient to prepare for the end.

But Asher wasn’t ready to concede to the fates. Jason knew the risks, knew that a single slip could paralyze him. Knew that if the tumor had any attachments not currently seen on the images, removing it completely might not be possible. Since it was cancerous, that would buy him time, but not forever.

Jason understood he might not make it through the surgery. That was always a risk, but, when dealing with neurosurgery, the risks were even higher. Still, as Jason had told him, he was already under a death sentence. May as well give it a go.

And Dr. Asher Parks was more than willing to give it a go. In fact he planned to do this flawlessly. Perfection!

Dr. Levern clicked his tongue again. It was a tell every surgeon in the hospital knew. It meant the head of surgery was leaning toward yes and trying to convince himself it was the right choice.

“Think of the prestige the hospital will get for doing this.” Asher kept his voice upbeat even though the words tasted like dirt. He hated it that hospitals took prestige into their calculation matrix for high-risk cases. He may have chosen medicine because it was a challenge, but saving lives was supposed to be the purpose.

And it was for most doctors. But hospital administration was a different beast. All spreadsheets, profit margins and dividends. Unfortunately that was the beast Dr. Levern had to answer to.

“You’ll write a paper? Answer any questions, if they’re asked? Interviews, if necessary.”

“Of course.” Asher could see the mental calculations of at least a hospital-organized local press release and a medical journal publication coalescing into the affirmative. It shouldn’t matter, but that wasn’t the way life worked. And for his patients, he’d do anything.

“And you’ll have to have the best team for this. They’ll need to sign off on participating.” He tapped a pen against his desk. “It’s high risk and…”

“Understood.” Asher wanted to pump his fist, but he kept his pose professional. This was going to be approved. Jason would get the surgery, and Asher would wield the scalpel. If anyone balked, well, most of the hospital owed him at least one favor for stepping out on a limb for them.

“That includes Dr. Miller.” Dr. Levern handed him back the tablet.

“Of course.” This reply was more subdued, but Asher kept the smile on his face. “Dr. Miller and I get along fine.” That was a bit of a stretch, but Dr. Levern didn’t push him on it.

Leaving Dr. Levern’s office, Asher went in search of Rory Miller. Better to talk to her before word trickled out. He might need a bit of time to get her on his side.

He and Rory tolerated each other. They worked well together, but their personalities were diametrically opposed. He was a jokester, had to find some way to expel the stress, while she was commonly called the Rock of Mercy. She was great at her job, cared about her patients. Listened.

And the woman never flinched, never worried in surgery, never showed any emotion.

Unless it was annoyance with Dr. Parks! They’d lived next to each other for almost five years, worked together for six, and yet he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the woman smile.

Not that he hadn’t tried. It was his secret personal project. Six years with no success, every attempt expertly rebuffed. All work and no play for the Rock. But Asher was persistent. One day he’d find the crack…

He’d met the anesthesiologist at the new-employee orientation. Sitting next to the fiery redhead with piercing green eyes should have been the highlight of his morning. Their safety presentation had been drier than dry. The monotone of the instructor made most of the assembled employees yawn.

He’d leaned over and made some joke…something lost to the fog of time now. And Rory had looked horrified; that he hadn’t forgotten. Her jade eyes flashing as she shook her head. The drop of his stomach as the beautiful doctor judged him…and found him lacking.

Nanowrimo, The Writing Life

It’s that time of year – NANOWRIMO

November is in the air. Here in Ohio it doesn’t quite feel like it, but the wind is whistling with hints and screams that WINTER IS COMING. But before it does, November is the month of national novel writing, commonly called NANOWRIMO.

If you’ve not heard of this majestic/burnout inducing idea, the premise is to write 50,000 words in a month. Which if you’re aiming for it…is what we write for medical romances. So get those hot doc, sexy paramedics and flirtatious veterinarians down on page and send them to Mills & Boon.

I did my first Nano in 2014. It’s a book that will forever live under my bed. It’s entire purpose was to teach me that I wanted to write, didn’t yet really know what I was doing, and could sit for a while and get words on the page.

I’d love to tell you that this made me a NANO enthusiast, ready and willing to tackle the 50k each year. I write multiple stories of that length every year, so this shouldn’t be too hard. Except it always is. And that’s okay. I’ve written 50k in a month exactly twice since I started writing. Once in Nano and I didn’t write for almost three months after due to burnout. And once for a book I was contracted for; the burnout was real there too.

I am not saying this to dash Nano dreams. I have writer friends that live for this time year. It reenergizes them and gets the creative juices floating. There are YouTube videos that start in October, usually titled something like Plantober: Get read for Nano with me.

What I am saying is you are more than your word count. I run a weekly writer’s group and every November we spend our meetings doing write-ins. And without fail, I’ll have writer friends that panic or get down, because they aren’t hitting the 1,667 words needed a day to hit the Nano goal. I hate that. I hate it for them, I hate it for their work, I just hate it.

So if you are tackling Nano, here is my cheers to you! I am on the site www.nanowrimo.org as Juliette Hyland, feel free to make me a buddy. I probably won’t hit 50k (and that’s okay). If you have no desire to tackle it or you are hating on your word count….please use this as your mantra: you are more than your word count. Take a deep breath; it’s okay.

Just before Nano started I put a video about it on my YouTube page…it’s linked below if you want to take a look.

Happy November everyone.

Excerpts, Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels

The Prince’s One-Night Baby – Excerpt

Who loves a royal romance? Me!!! I love writing royal romances and am so excited to share my first royal medical romance, The Prince’s One-Night Baby!, out October 25th.

Enjoy this brief excerpt:

There’d been a photographer sitting in a car when she’d first arrived, and more had appeared in the last hour. In Seattle, she’d occasionally seen journalists and photographers at the hospital, but never near the maternity wing, and usually only after a terrible accident.

“Waiting for our new OB.” Alexa let out a sigh as she looked out the window. “A few of them camped out back there, too. Guess they want to make sure they covered all potential entrances.”

“Did he work as a movie star at some point?” Calla chuckled as she looked up. The nurse’s stare cut the sound out of her throat. “Seriously, he was in the movies?”

“No.” Alexa looked at her and crossed her arms. “Did they really not tell you that you’d be working with King Ioannis’s little brother? Prince Kostas?”

“Kostas?” Her throat went dry as she processed the name. No way her Kostas was a prince. He would have said something…right?

Uncertainty pooled through her. Would he have told her? Their physical connection had been deep, electric, magical, but they’d not actually spoken of where they were going.

She’d called this an adventure and he’d only said he was going home. And that he wasn’t looking forward to his family’s expectations…

No. That didn’t mean anything. Far too many people had family expectations that were overburdening.

She and Kostas hadn’t shared too much, but that was a protective measure, one to guard their hearts as the heat between them burned but didn’t allow for any future. At least, that was how Calla viewed it and had assumed it was the same for him.

But what if was something else?

It had taken Liam almost a year before he’d told her how much wealth his family had. He’d claimed other girlfriends had used him for his family’s money.

She chewed on her lower lip. Surely, her Kostas, the man she’d spent the most passionate day of her life with, wasn’t a prince. It was just a name.

If he looks half as good as he did at his brother’s coronation, then he could be in the movies. But Palaío’s Prodigal Prince chose medicine.” The tinge of annoyance at the words Prodigal Prince sounded almost maternal. As if Alexa understood the desire but couldn’t quite countenance the choice the royal had made.

“Where was he working before?”

“Some city in the US. Starts with sea…” Alexa tapped her finger against her chin. “Sea—”

“Seattle.” Calla set the tablet down as she leaned against the desk.

“That’s it!” Alexa stated.

Kostas. Her mouth was dry. Kostas was here. Her heart hammered as she tried to figure out what this meant. Does it mean anything?

They’d had one blissful night together. But they’d given in to passion because they’d never expected to see one another again—or at least that was why she’d followed her needs.

Her cheeks heated as the memory of his fingers on her skin lit up her mind.

You can get your copy of Kostas and Calla’s happily ever after from your favorite bookseller here.

Quirky Stories

Here Comes 40!

Juliette Hyland in her kitchen

It is already September. It’s hard to believe 2022 has entered the fourth quarter! But here we go.

September is a big month. I get to put up all of my fall decorations. As a matter of fact, I spent this morning putting out pumpkins and leaf decor. The arrival of fall brings pumpkin spice coffee…not my favorite treat but pumpkin muffins? Yes, please!

My youngest is turning eleven this month. This is a bigger deal than ten, for reasons that I do not understand completely. But she is very sure of this.

I also turn forty this month. Seven days after my youngest actually.

Side note, for planning purposes, not sure I recommend having a kid a week before your birthday…but that is a group of stories for another post.

Forty is a milestone. I know a lot of people have big feelings about forty. I don’t. I am happy with each birthday I reach.

But one thing I’ve noticed as I get older is how little I care what others think of me. It’s freeing in a way I wish I could tell twenty year old me. With age comes wisdom and the realization that forty once seemed old…it very much doesn’t now!

I don’t have any big plans, but I will be eating a big piece of cake! What kind? Not sure yet, I still have a few weeks before I have to solidify that plan. Birthday numbers aren’t a big deal to me, but birthday cake…that is an important decision.

So here’s to fall, pumpkin everything and loving yourself no matter your age.

Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels, Women's Business

Red Lips and Rebellion

Juliette wearing red lipsticks in front of her bookshelf
Juliette wearing red lipstick

Today is the Fourth of July. Independence Day in the United States of America. There is an oft repeated line that authors shouldn’t get into politics. We should be quiet about our beliefs and feelings so as not to alienate our readers.

As a woman, with a degree in history, I have always disagreed with this point. There is a reason that governments come for writers and artists when they are floating with or full on embracing authoritarianism. And remaining silent so a few more people might buy books is not an option.

On this Independence Day, a movement that has been working for years to control women, and people with uteruses, bodies got the political win that they wanted. The Supreme Court, with five justices selected by presidents who lost our popular election, overturned fifty years of precedence protecting privacy and the right to bodily autonomy with their decision on Roe v. Wade.

The impacts are already being felt. I live in a state with a trigger law. In a state that is already considering a bill to take away my right to birth control. In a state with representatives who have stated that while assault and rape are horrid, it doesn’t matter. The life of a mother in danger…doesn’t matter. The right of a person to simply make the best decisions for themselves for their own reasons…doesn’t matter.

Did you know that red lips, bright red lips, were a sign of rebellion for the suffrage movement? Suffragettes painted their lips red to force men to notice. Elizabeth Arden passed out red lipstick to women marching for votes in 1912. Now a century later, I find myself painting my lips red. Readying myself for the battles to come, for the cries for justice and bodily autonomy.

If you live in the US, I urge you to vote in November. Our rights quite literally depend on it. If you are interested in joining the fight, please know, there is no need to reinvent wheels. There are organizations who have been in this fight for decades, largely led by women of color. Join those already in the fight, who know what we are dealing with. Two good resources to start with are: Planned Parenthood and the Center for Reproductive Rights.

Need to know how to vote in the US, this link will take you to a page explaining how to do that for which state you live in. AND what the deadlines are for when you need to register.

Remember, romance heroines get consent over their bodies. Romance by its nature is rebellious because it says we deserve pleasure and consent. Overturning Roe impacts us all.

Well behaved women seldom make history. ~ Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels

Runaway Lizard…OH MY

My next medical romance, The Vet’s Unexpected Houseguest released in the UK this weekend and comes out at the end of this month. It is my first veterinarian romance and I put both my dogs in the book, and created a scenario with a runaway lizard! So many fun things you can do with a vet clinic.

Check out the fun excerpt below:

Dr. Kit Bedrick held the baseball bat above her head and prayed that despite being barely over five feet tall, she looked frightening to the far too handsome giant standing in front of her hot kettle. If she’d remembered to plug her cell in during her day at the clinic, she could have called for help. But no, she’d been too busy to pay attention to the draining battery. And Dr. Jeff had pulled the landline out of this rental a year before she signed the lease.
She’d considered running out the front door, but Bucky’s leash was in the kitchen. There was no way she was leaving her one-year-old pit bull cross in the house with a stranger. And she’d been too busy at the clinic to train him to stay by her side outside without a leash.
The first thing he tried to do when he got outside was chase a squirrel. And she was far too exhausted to run after him tonight.
Another mark to add to the ever-growing list of to-do items that never quite got done.
“I said—” she waved the bat, mostly to hide the fact that her arms were starting to shake “—what are you doing in my house!”
As if this episode couldn’t get more ridiculous, Bucky bounded to her side, finally awake from his nap. He waited a moment for Kit to pat his head, but when she didn’t lower the bat, he moseyed over to the intruder’s side.
Then the dog rolled over at his feet and smiled. She loved watching Bucky smile, it always warmed her heart, except he was at the feet of a stranger—granted one who looked as stunned to be found in her kitchen as she was at finding him.
“Some guard dog you are.” She glared at the intruder, hoping that the raised hands meant that he wasn’t intending harm to her or her dog.
“Kit—”
Her name coming from the hunk’s mouth almost made her lower the bat. Foxfield had grown sizably in the last two decades, but there were plenty of ways for the Adonis standing in her kitchen to know her name.
But that did not mean he should be in her kitchen!
“Answer the question! What are you doing here?” She heard the terror rising in her throat. The kettle continued to squeal, and her heart jumped. “Bucky, come here!”
The dog wagged his tail and looked at her but didn’t move from the intruder’s feet. Seriously! She needed to find more hours in the day to focus on his training. He was a perfect angel in the clinic, but at home, he reverted to a mischievous devil.
“My dad gave me the key, and I suppose he forgot to mention he had rented the place out to you. Oh, God, did he sell it to you and…?” Crimson climbed his neck as he looked at her.
“August?” Kit blinked as the words he said rattled around her brain. No. There was no way that the man standing in her kitchen was the rebel who’d left Foxfield, determined never to return. Though whom else would Dr. Jeff have given his key to? “August Rhodes?”
“Yep. I swear, I didn’t know the house was rented. My father…” He pulled his hand across his neck, then looked at the ceiling. “You’d think he’d have at least mentioned it.”
Except it didn’t surprise her that Dr. Jeff hadn’t mentioned it. If it didn’t revolve around the clinic, it barely registered on the man’s radar. Though even if he had tried to call, her phone was dead.
But the fact that the rebel son of the local vet had finally found his way home stole all the words from her brain. They’d graduated high school in the same year, though they’d not shared a friendship group. Kit had hung with the kids mostly labeled nerds and overachievers. August… Well August’s friends had been the exact opposite.

Get a copy of Kit and August’s happily ever from your favorite bookseller here.

Excerpts, Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels, New Releases

Excerpt: A Nurse to Claim His Heart

I have a new book coming in April and it’s a duet with the lovely Scarlet Wilson! My heroine, Penny, is a trivia-loving NICU nurse who Dr. Benedict has never managed to forget. When a viral video sparks dating rumors, they use it to raise fund for a cause close to Benedict’s heart. But what happens when the fake romance starts feeling all too real?

I hope you enjoy this short sneak peak into A Nurse to Claim His Heart. You can read the full first chapter here: https://bit.ly/ClaimhisheartCh1. Available for pre-order from your favorite book store now!

“CHAPTER ONE

CROSSING HIS ARMS, Dr. Benedict Denbar played the “can I get comfortable in the small metro seat?” game. He considered standing, but it was early in the morning, and he was going to be on his feet all day while working at Wald Children’s Hospital. At least the uncomfortable plastic let him avoid the crush of people pressed into the metro car. It wasn’t much in the way of quiet time before his shift started, but it let him clear his head before starting the day as the attending physician in the level four neonatal intensive care unit.
The NICU was quiet. In fact the doctors and nurses did their best to keep the noise level below forty-five decibels as recommended by the American Academy of Pediatrics to protect the tiny babies in the unit. But the quiet wasn’t restorative and the stress of the environment, where patients shifted from stable to critical in hours, sometimes minutes, wore on many of his colleagues. He’d seen dozens of doctors and nurses seek different specialties.
And he didn’t blame them. But the NICU was his calling. His place to make a difference. His place to make amends.

“He closed his eyes as his thoughts wandered to Olivia. They’d traveled there so often lately, as his dream of a high-risk maternity unit in the children’s hospital was finally becoming a reality. Assuming Wald’s Children’s Hospital could fund the multimillion-dollar investment.
He’d been on the committee suggesting fundraising ideas, and there were several high-profile fundraisers planned. But was it enough?
He blew out a breath. This was his dream. Benedict needed the unit funded. Needed to find a way to support the mothers of the babies in his unit.
Medical care for NICU patients had come a long way since he’d stood over Olivia’s incubator, not knowing that the heated crib was actually called an isolette. But too many mothers were separated from their children while they received care and their children were treated in the high-risk nursery.
If only she’d been born a few weeks later…a few days even. If the world were fair, he’d be helping plan her eighteenth birthday now. But life wasn’t fair.
And if she’d lived, he wouldn’t be sitting on an uncomfortable chair in DC. Hell, he probably wouldn’t have become a physician…at least not a pediatrician specializing in neonatal care. His life would look completely different.
All sacrifices he’d have gladly made to raise Isiah’s daughter. His brother had been gone for nineteen years this month. Nineteen years… A lifetime.
He’d now lived more of his life without his baby brother than with him, but Benedict still found himself searching for him. Still longed to call him at the end of the day. It was a funny feeling to miss part of yourself.
Benedict shook himself and straightened in his seat. He’d thought of Isiah a lot over the last few months. And Olivia, and her mother, Amber—his wife.
At least his wife according to legal documents. A connection bonded by a vow he’d made to Isiah, but never even sealed with a kiss. A vow that shouldn’t have been necessary, if Isiah had only listened to Benedict’s arguments about his shift from certified drag racing to illegal street racing for cash.
Amber had arrived at his door less than two weeks after Isiah’s funeral. Tears streaking across her face as she protectively cradled her belly. He’d known her predicament and that her mother would disown her for getting pregnant at eighteen. An unwed mother would not be welcome in her home. It might have been the twenty-first century, but that didn’t matter.
Isiah had planned to use the winnings of his last illegal street race to run away with her. If only he’d told Benedict, they’d have found a different way.
There was almost always a different way. Something else you could try. But that was a lesson that came with age and experience. And blinded by love, his brother hadn’t been able to think clearly.

His phone dinged, and he pulled it from his pocket. His mother’s face with a new ring held in front of her face and giant smile with a guy he did not recognize flashed on his screen. He couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the ceiling. If she made it to the altar, this would be her sixth husband, and he’d lost count of the number of fiancé’s she’d dumped or been dumped by. Yet, with each new relationship, she sent him a text…that he never answered.
Love.
Benedict scoffed and ignored the stare from the elderly woman sitting next to him. He hadn’t meant to let noise out, but love or the feeling that people claimed was love really was too fallible to be trusted. It either turned to hate or destroyed.
Responsibility, friendship, even honor, last longer than love. Which was why he’d stepped in where his brother could not. Accepting a platonic union as they’d helped each other mourn the loss of his brother and then the loss of Olivia when she was born too early.
So tiny.
And with that, his connection to Amber should have ended, and in many ways it had. They’d married when he was nineteen, and separated three days before he’d turned twenty-one, just after he’d enrolled at Oregon State University, determined to help babies like Olivia.
But Amber hadn’t wanted the shame of a divorce. Her family, difficult though they were, were all she had left now that Isiah and Olivia were gone. She’d asked him to stay married, at least on paper. And he’d agreed, after all he’d promised till death, and Benedict hadn’t wanted to follow down his parents’ path of broken vows. He’d meant the words when he said them—vows were not to be made lightly no matter what his mother and father thought of their promises.
So they’d stayed married. Amber got to keep the illusion that she was married for her mother and Benedict got to do right by the woman his brother had loved. It wasn’t as though he’d ever planned to marry for love anyway. He’d seen how dangerous that was, so what did it matter if he remained married to Amber for duty’s sake?”

A young couple entered the metro with a newborn. The young man wrapped his arms around the mother. They looked exhausted, but most parents at that stage wore exhaustion well, almost basked in it as they loved on their baby. The woman laid her head against her partner’s shoulder while cradling the infant wrapped against her chest. It was picture perfect, but one never knew what went on in other people’s homes.
He deleted the text from his mother, then looked at the message he’d sent Amber yesterday about starting their divorce procedures. She’d left it on Read. He shook his head as he added following up with her to his mental to-do list. A few weeks ago, she’d asked to wait a bit longer while she dealt with her mother’s illness.
But how long?
The metro slowed, and Benedict leaned forward as the door to the Foggy Bottom Station opened. Penelope Greene, Penny, stepped onto the train. She met his gaze, nodded and quickly shuffled to the other side of the car.
He tried not to let that hurt.
He and Penny were colleagues. Nothing more. Though seven years ago, they’d been as close as work colleagues could be. Coffee breaks, laughter and support as she found her way as a junior nurse, and he navigated the last days of his residency. He’d been attracted to her, desperately so. Their friendship nested on the edge of so much more. He’d dreamed of kissing her more often than he cared to remember.
But Penny had made no secret of the fact that she wanted a family. A re-creation of the happy home that she and her little sister, Alice, had grown up in.
For a brief second all those years ago, Benedict had wished he could give her those things. Wished that he believed a happily-ever-after was possible. Wished he were free to promise things that no one could really promise. Life shifted too unpredictably for anyone to truly promise for better or worse and forever.

If you build them..., The Writing Life, Women's Business

Here Comes 2022!

It’s hard to believe, at least for me, that 2021 is coming to an end. One of the things I love doing at the end of the year is buying a new planner. I spend a few weeks, lovingly adding them to my wish list, dropping off the ones that don’t “spark joy” before finally choosing my planner. My husband, who only uses a wall calendar (HOW?) laughs at my love of planners.

Last year he really wanted to get me one for Christmas and finally broke down and just asked me to order what I wanted so he could wrap it. I happily complied!

Planners are one of my true loves. In December I start getting my next year planned out. Life often gets in the way (looking at your 2020 & 2021) but I still like to put in all the things I know I need to do.

Like two more medicals – and hopefully more.

Next year I am also planning to use a kanban board to plan a quarter at a time. I don’t have a true office; I use a nook in our bedroom. I built the kanban board at the entrance to the noon – in our bedroom. My husband even helped me get it set up.

He may not understand the board, but he fully accepted it. True love really does exist!

Anyone else have a planner you carry everywhere? Or a kanban board? Or are you like my lovely husband and don’t need one at all?

Holiday Celebrations, Quirky Stories

Spooky Season & American Football

It’s officially October. In my part of the US, that means cooler days, chilly evenings, spooky decor and football. While I enjoy the first three, my husband is enamored by all four!
Every October 1st he pulls out all his Halloween decorations, which expands every year. He spends most of the day laying out our ever-growing collections of skeletons, blow ups and spooky decor. Then he spends the rest of the month searching for more – that he will only buy on November the 1st when it goes half off. 


But October also brings American Football. My husband is a devoted Cleveland Browns fan. For those not in the know, the Browns have a storied history that involves a loyal fan base and team that rarely wins a game. 


Last year that started to change. They had their first winning season in thirteen years (seriously). They even made the playoffs…where they were promptly sent home after the first game. Somehow this success is tied to our blowup Jack Skelton from A Nightmare Before Christmas, that my husband put a Browns scarf on last year. I do not understand the connection, but my husband swears it is so! 

Jack Skeleton blow up wearing Browns scarf
Jack Skeleton blow up wearing Browns scarf


Jack stayed up long after Halloween last year and I’ve already been warned that if the Browns go to the Super Bowl (he is ever the optimist),  that Jack will be up until February. 

Do you have any sports superstitions? 

Excerpts, Harlequin Mills & Boon Medical Romance Novels, Reading

Here’s to Five! An Excerpt from Reawakened at the South Pole

Cover of Reawakened at the South Pole By Juliette Hyland

Five medical romances, five books with my name on them! When Reawakened at the South Pole comes out on September 28th it will be my fifth medical romance, almost exactly two years to the date from when I signed my first contract. A dream come true to say the least. I loved writing Helena and Carter’s happily ever after. I know I say that about all my characters (mostly because it’s true, writing happily ever afters is the best job ever!).

It’s available for pre-order now and until September, you can enjoy this short excerpt.

“I am angry that anyone could think that you were anything less than one of the strongest people they’d ever met.”

His finger traced a line along her chin, burning her as his gaze gripped hers. “You are gorgeous, Helena.”

She let her gaze linger on his face. Drinking in the soft look of his eyes, the roughness of the stubble on his cheeks and the fullness of lips that she yearned would caress her.

“Kiss me.” Her demand poured from the depths of her soul. These were the words she wanted to say all those years ago, the words she wished she’d stated last night.

Carter’s fingers slipped to the base of her neck as he pulled her close. The little distance between them evaporated as his lips met hers. The kiss was firm, not demanding as one hand pulled her hips tighter to his.

Wrapping her arms around Carter’s neck, Helena deepened the kiss. She’d waited far too long to know how Carter Simpson kissed, and she would not waste this moment. The world tumbled as his tongue dipped along her bottom lip.”

“Carter.” Her head fell back as he traced lines of kisses first along her jaw and then down her neck. But as his fingers slipped along the edge of her shirt, Helena froze.


He pulled back immediately and smiled as he dropped a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “I want you, Helena. I’ve wanted you for weeks. Years, if I’m being honest. But this goes only as far as you want it to.” He swallowed and held her close.


Blood pounded in her ears as Carter gripped her. His fingers skimming across her back in soothing motions. She wanted him. He’d seen her scar—at least part of it—and hadn’t recoiled. Swallowing the last bit of fear, Helena looked up and kissed him.


“I want you, too…”