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Excerpt: Tempted by the Single Mum by Caroline Anderson

41mX8cT+AJL.jpgCHAPTER ONE

Why? Why today, when she was already running late before she’d even started, did someone have to make it even worse?

          She glared at the car reversing neatly into the one remaining doctors’ space—a car she didn’t recognise, and she’d never seen the driver, either. He certainly wasn’t one of their doctors, so whoever he was he had no business parking there.

          Didn’t seem to bother him. He either didn’t know, or didn’t care, but he flashed her a smile as he got out of the car, then locked it and headed for the surgery without a backward glance.

          Who did he think he was? Cocky, arrogant—argh! There weren’t words for what she felt. The expensive car, the confident stride, the easy charm—not to mention the insanely good looks. Clearly a man for whom everything had always gone his way. Well, not now. Whoever he was—probably a drug rep—he was about to get his comeuppance.

          Still fuming, she reversed into the last available space in the car park, not really wide enough but doable—or it would have been, if she hadn’t been so cross.

          She heard the scrape, closed her eyes and breathed, then shuffled the car slightly further from the offending wall, squeezed out of the ridiculously narrow gap she’d left herself, slammed the door and headed across the car park.

          Seriously, could today get any worse? Well, his could. If he was still in Reception—

          He was. He was chatting to the receptionist, leaning forward engagingly as he spoke, and that easy charm was obviously working on Katie, which just infuriated her more. His hands were shoved casually into the pockets of immaculately cut trousers that fitted his neat, strong hips to perfection. Of course they did. They wouldn’t dare do anything else.

          She eyed his shoulders, broad and yet not heavy, the legs strong and straight below firm, taut buttocks. He probably worked out in a fancy gym somewhere. You didn’t get a neat, sexy bottom like that by accident.

          She dragged her eyes up to head height.

          ‘You’ve parked in a doctor’s space,’ she said crisply to his back, keeping a lid on her temper with difficulty, and he straightened up and turned towards her, that infuriating smile still on his face.

          ‘Yes, I—’

          ‘I know parking’s tight, but that is just not on. There was another space, so why not park there yourself? Or anywhere else, frankly! Or was that the only space big enough for your ego? Thanks to you I’ve scraped my car, I’m now ten minutes late and I’ve got patients waiting!’

          An eyebrow rose a fraction. Over his shoulder she could see Katie gesturing wildly, but she ignored her and stood her ground, and he shook his head slowly.

          ‘Maybe you need to get up earlier,’ he murmured, and she stifled the urge to growl at him.

          ‘And maybe you need to learn to read!’

          ‘Ellie! Dr Kendal!’ Katie chipped in, getting to her feet and looking even more flustered, and his eyebrow went up a little further, a lazy smile now playing around his aggravatingly beautiful mouth.

          ‘I think we’d better start again,’ he said, holding out his hand, the smile tugging at his lips. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr Kendal. I’m Nick Cooper. Dr Nick Cooper.’

          The new—and desperately needed—member of their team.

          Brilliant.

          Why didn’t the ground just open up and swallow her?

*

He had to stifle his laugh.

          Her jaw sagged, and for a second she was speechless. Then she shook her head, mumbled what could have been an apology and fled through the staff door as Katie opened it, her face flaming.

          He dropped his hand back to his side, shrugged and smiled at the receptionist who was looking horrified and fascinated all at once.

          ‘So, that’s Dr Kendal,’ he murmured, vaguely intrigued.

          ‘Yes. Ellie. I’m so sorry, she’s normally lovely. I don’t know what’s got into her.’

          He pulled a face and walked through the door into the back of Reception, closing it behind himself. ‘I do. I took the last doctor’s space, and now she’s scraped her car. Oops. If I’d known who she was I would have moved, but I didn’t have a clue.’

          ‘She’s only part time, so if she wasn’t on duty when you came for your interviews you wouldn’t have met her—and she does normally walk. You weren’t to know.’

          He nodded. ‘No. Ah, well. I have no doubt we’ll have time to catch up later.’

          Katie gestured towards the other doorway, still looking flustered. ‘Come in and I’ll introduce you to the admin team, and I’m sure Dr Gallagher will be out in a minute to talk to you. I’ve let her know you’re here.’

          She led the way, and he followed her into the office and scanned it for any sign of his fiery new colleague, but she’d gone.

          Pity. Never mind. He was here all day, there was time, and he could look forward to what was bound to be an interesting conversation…

*

Why had she done that?

          Torn him to pieces without even giving him a chance to speak? And if he’d been a patient, he would have been well within his rights to complain. No, it was even better than that. He was a colleague, her senior, and she’d just hurled abuse at him in their first interaction.

          Marvellous. Just marvellous.

          Not that he’d been exactly polite himself, telling her to get up earlier. She’d been up before half five as it was to do the laundry, and if Maisie hadn’t been a diva and Evie hadn’t needed her nappy changed again and Oscar hadn’t lost one of his shoes and then had a meltdown, she wouldn’t have been late and then none of this would have happened.

          She felt her eyes prickle, and clamped her jaw shut hard, blinking furiously as she closed her consulting room door behind her and leant against it. It could have been worse. There could have been a whole bunch of patients in Reception, so at least she hadn’t had an audience while she’d made a total fool of herself.

          ‘Breathe,’ she said softly, and closed her eyes, sucking in a long, slow breath through her nose and out through her mouth. In…and out… In…and out—

          The quiet tap on the door made her jump, and she leapt away from it and wrenched it open, to find herself face to face with her worst nightmare, no doubt coming to tear her apart in private. Well, it was certainly justified, and he probably hated her already.

          Or maybe not…

          ‘Katie thought you’d want this,’ he said quietly, holding out a mug of tea without a trace of a smile, and she stared at it suspiciously.

          Beware of strangers bearing gifts…

          ‘Why are you bringing me a peace offering? I’m the one who should be apologising—or have you slipped something into it?’

          His mouth twitched. ‘Don’t tempt me,’ he murmured, and gave her a wry smile. ‘It’s not a peace offering. Katie was about to bring it to you, and I suggested I do it. I thought we could do with clearing the air.’

          She took it from him with fingers that weren’t quite steady, then made herself meet his eyes. He held her gaze, his searching, thoughtful, the smile gone now. She was quite glad she didn’t know what he was thinking…

          She felt her shoulders drop in defeat. ‘Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t know who you were, which is no excuse whatsoever, I know that, but—’ She broke off, still mortified and wondering if there was any way she could rescue the situation. ‘I hadn’t realised you were coming in today, I thought you’d be starting on Monday, so I wasn’t expecting you, I didn’t recognise you, and then you took the last reserved space, and as if that wasn’t enough I scraped my car parking by the wall, which was just the icing on the cake—’

          ‘Ellie, breathe! It’s OK. Forget it. You’re right, I am starting on Monday, I’m just having an induction today, learning the ropes a bit, finding my feet before I start. I guess nobody told you. And I’m sorry I took your parking place, but Lucy told me to park there because you usually walk to work. Obviously not today.’

          ‘No. I should have been, I nearly always do, but I got—held up,’ she said, for want of a better way of putting it.

          ‘So it seems. Parking’s tight, isn’t it? Lucy said it’s a regular occurrence with the building work going on.’

          She nodded, sighing with relief because he had every right to be unreasonable about this. ‘It is, but they should be finished soon and the builders’ vans will be gone, and not a moment too soon. Look, I’m sorry, can we do this later? I don’t mean to be rude—again—but I do have patients waiting and I’m already on the drag.’

          ‘Of course. And I’m sorry about the parking—and your car.’

          ‘Don’t be sorry. You had every right to park there, as it turns out, and I massively overreacted. And thank you for the tea. I haven’t had time for one today.’

          His eyes softened at the corners, that flickering smile sending strange little shivers through her body. ‘My pleasure,’ he murmured. ‘We’ll catch up later.’ His lips twitched again. ‘You can teach me to read, and I can teach you to tell the time.’

          She rolled her eyes. He might have forgiven her, but he clearly wasn’t going to let it drop.

          ‘Oh, I can tell the time,’ she told him wryly. ‘I was up at five twenty-seven, for what it’s worth.’

          A silent ah, and he backed out, fingers waggling. ‘Better not hold you up any more, then. I’ll see you later.’

          She nodded, and the door closed softly behind him.

          Shaking her head and wishing she could wind the clock back, she put the tea down, washed her hands and fired up her computer, her mind refusing to let go of that lazy, sexy, fleeting smile.

          Stupid. She was nearly twenty minutes late now, and it would have a knock-on effect on the rest of the day. She didn’t have time to daydream, and particularly not about a man who probably practised his smile in the mirror!

          ‘Get a grip, Ellie,’ she told herself, took a gulp of her tea and pressed the button to call her first patient.

*

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Love in the Time of Corona

Woweeee, what a time to be alive! And what a time to be a writer. I feel a little weird saying that quarantine doesn’t feel too unlike my regular existence at the moment. Maybe boredom hasn’t entirely sunk in yet. I admit, the daily gym routine in our household is helping us stay motivated and energised!

Most writers are used to solitude. The aliens could land outside and we’d be oblivious. We’d be hunched over our desks, deep in a romantic fantasy, humming along to Mozart, showering our keyboards with Hobnob crumbs.

But I consider hunkering down with my fantasy hunks, essential right now. Isn’t it our job to whisk you away from reality as best we can, by writing you some delicious escape routes?

OK so healthcare workers, delivery drivers, sanitation workers, truck drivers, warehouse workers, farmers and supermarket employees are maybe more important…. (definitely more important). But it all comes down to one thing. The world needs more love in the time of Corona.

Of course, it’s a battle to stay positive sometimes. I look up from my scribbles and a pair of star-crossed ex-lovers embroiled in veterinary emergencies  (trying something new!) only to realise yet again that the world is in the middle of the biggest emergency I’ve personally seen in my lifetime.

When our grandparents went off to war, they went on their ways without knowing if they’d even see each other again. Many of us are just concerned we won’t see toilet paper for a few weeks.

With climate change causing untold catastrophes, and Coronavirus clogging up lungs, left right and centre, we might be experiencing a few truth bombs from Mother Earth right now. But at the least the grenades aren’t raining down.

Talking of simple joys, I got huuuuuge LOLs, a lot of ‘awwwws’ and a whole lot of smiles this week from THIS! Beauty and the Beast, anyone?

 

Let’s stay positive, friends. Dance with your loved ones. Read more. Play more. This too shall pass. We have love all around us. Xox

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Excerpt: Cornerstone of Love by Susan Carlisle

Cornerstone-of-Love-web“What are you doing?” A deep British male voice barked from behind Allison Moore. “Have you lost your mind? Get down from there.”

She gasped as powerful hands encircled her waist. Her feet cleared the hip-high stone battlement at the top of the fourteenth-century castle located in the Midlands of England.

“Don’t you have better sense than to stand on this wall? It’s already crumbling. You could fall.” The words were said close to her ear.

Allison looked around struggling to see who had grabbed her. Her feet dangled a moment before her work boots came to rest on the slate roof of the fortress. She didn’t like being manhandled or being told what to do.

“I have no intention of falling. Let me go.” Allison worked to keep her words even as she made a useless effort to get a good look at the deranged man stopping her from doing her job. Just as quickly as she had been seized she was released. The air at her back cooled. Allison swiftly turned.

Tall and lean, the man stood a head above her. A gust of wind whipped at the toffee-colored locks on his forehead despite his effort to push them back into place. He wore a business suit that appeared to have been tailor made from the way it fit across his broad shoulders. Everything about him exuded authority.

To make matters worse he was the most striking male she’d ever seen, and quite possibly the most intense. Allison retreated a step. What was wrong with him?

Putting out an upturned hand he said, “Don’t move. You’re not far from the edge.”

She glanced over her shoulder, past the wall to the gravel circular drive sixty feet below. A gray roadster was now parked next to her blue rental car. Used to climbing high places in and around buildings, the elevation posed no issue for her, but he was correct, she did stand too close to the side. Moving to her left, she took a securer position.

His forceful expression eased making him even more handsome. His full mouth quirked upward on one side. “I understand you are the new contractor. My estate manager said I would find you up here. I’m Ian Hartley, Earl of Stilesbough.”

So here was the owner of Hartley Castle. She’d seen pictures of him in the newspapers but he was immeasurably more impressive in person. She’d never trust a picture in the media again. No way had any of them done him justice.

Allison straightened her shoulders and extended her hand. “I’m Allison Moore, with Historic Restoration and Designs. My company has been retained to restore your tower.”

He took her fingers in a firm grasp. When he released it she had a fleeting sensation of disappointment.

“Surely you know it’s unsafe to walk on the walls.”

“I’m well experienced at doing so. I do it all the time for my job.”

“That may be true but still please be careful.” He gave her a pointed look. “Accidents do happen. I’d like one not to happen from the top of my castle. With that settled, what exactly do you do at uh…”

“Historic Restoration and Designs. I’m the structural engineer in charge. I’ll handle overseeing the construction portion of the restoration. It’s my job to see it’s done properly and per the guidelines.”

“Is that so?” His forehead wrinkled, as he studied her. “You aren’t at all what I had expected.”

Allison stopped herself from rolling her eyes. That wasn’t the first time she’d heard something like that.

He continued to watch her. “You don’t fit the stereotypical contractor.”

“Is that so?” Allison knew full well he was referring to her gender. Men generally made up the world of historical reconstruction. She and her partners were working hard to change that perception.

His lips twisted up slightly, not quiet becoming a smile. “For one thing you’re a woman. And since you are from America where there are no ancient keeps I’m not sure how knowable you can be about mine.”

Allison nodded then swallowed the words that begged to bubble out. She met his chauvinistic remark with a bold one of her own. “Lord Hartley, I can assure you that I’m more than capable of handling this job despite being a woman and an American.”

He held up his hand. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I was merely making an observation. As the head of the Hartley family I’m responsible for seeing our heritage is maintained and restored in the most skilled and historical accurate manner possible. I take my duty very seriously.”

Allison lowered her chin. His questioning of her skills graded on her nerves but she would let that go for now. She would prove him wrong. “I understand your concerns.” She waited until his beautiful ice blue eyes met hers again before she said slowly, “Lord Hartley, I assure you I’m capable of overseeing this reconstruction.”

“You have experience repairing medieval keeps?”

“I do. Years’ worth.” She was tempted to stomp her foot in frustration. “Before I started my company I worked with a number of well-respected historical architectural firms all over the world. I’ve been a partner and founder in my own business for the last six years. And by the way, you don’t need to live in or own a castle to appreciate how they were built.”

The lord’s expression turned thoughtful. “That was quite an impassioned speech but I’m still not convinced your company is the right one for the job.”

“Is that based on our resume or on my appearance? I understood when I arrived that my company had already been retained for the job. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” A drop of moisture hit her cheek and she wiped it away. Another late spring time rain. It was something she’d have to contend with if she managed to keep this project.

The lord’s intent look shifted to the sky. “Let’s get out of the wet. We can finish this discussion in my office.”

Allison glanced around the castle roof then brought her eyes back to him. “By the way,” she tilted her head to the side, “do you regularly rescue people from the top of castle?”

A charming grin curved his lips.

Her stomach flipped.

“No, but I don’t usually have woman climbing on my castle wall. In that, you are unique.”

She rather liked that compliment. The man could charm when he put his mind to it.

Lord Hartley ducked through the arched opening and descended the winding stone stairway. Allison followed mindful of the damp, steep, and narrow steps. Even with rubber soled shoe she was careful. No doubt Lord Hartley wouldn’t be impressed if she fall. She lagged a little behind him. When she came out of the passage, he waited in the hall. His lips had formed a thin line. She suspected he didn’t make a habit of waiting on anyone.

“Ms. Moore, this way.” He turned, his legs making long strides down the carpeted hall.

Allison remained where she was for a moment. She needed one to collect herself before she entered into a discussion with Lord Hartley again. Temped to shout, “Who died and made you king?” she reminded herself the HRC couldn’t afford to antagonize a client, especially one as important as he. She had to settle for mouthing the words at his back. He might run his world but he didn’t run hers.

“Yes.” Allison hurried to catch up. She didn’t appreciate being spoken to as if he were the schoolmaster and she the disobedient child. Still she couldn’t help but find Lord Hartley’s soft burr of an accent pulling at her. It made her think of warm nights by a fire.

She watched as his strong loose-hipped strides took him along the stone corridor past enormous portraits that hung on either side of the walls. His ancestors, no doubt. As he walked, the slit in his finely tailored suit coat flipped open giving her a glimpse of his behind. A nice one it was. But a good backside didn’t negate his distrust of her abilities.

With effort she matched her pace to his. He took quick sure steps down the main stone staircase into the great hall, then disappeared though a doorway.

Lord Hartley already stood behind an enormous desk, holding his mobile phone by the time Allison entered a small room lined with books. The space suited him. She had the feeling she was in the presence of importance, or was it intimidation he wanted to exude. Everything about Lord Hartley implied he was used to getting his way.

With a nod of his head he motioned her toward one of the two burgundy leather chairs facing the desk. Settling comfortably into one, she crossed one leg over the other. She was just as confident in her abilities as he was in his position.

She wasn’t sure she liked him or wanted to work for him. He’d already irritated her with his assumptions of who she was and her skills. Would he always be making her prove herself? Question her decisions? While growing up her father had done that pushing her into his ideas instead of letting her decide. Years ago she’d promised herself she wouldn’t live under anyone else’s expectations. This was her job, her life and she was fully capable of running it.

If she couldn’t work with Lord Hartley could HRC take the financial hit if they lost him as a client? Or the poor publicity Lord Hartley might give them? She, Mallory and Jordon had worked too hard to get to where they were for Allison to destroy their reputation because of her inability to get along with one self-important earl.

Allison took a cleansing breath, letting it out slowly as she watch Lord Hartley. On second thought, she’d have to figure out some way to make this work. It was too vital to her life plan and the future of the company.

Still some jobs, some clients just weren’t worth the trouble. Lord Hartley and his castle might fall into that category. On other jobs she’d had difficult clients. Her position throw her into the world of rich and entitled often. One that she hadn’t come from and wasn’t comfortable in. Yet something about Lord Hartley made him seem a little more exacting than others. Would he second guess every move she made?

The repair presented a challenge and she did enjoy one of those. She would hear him out and see if she couldn’t convince him she was the man, person, for the job.

Cornerstone of Love is available from Amazon US and Amazon UK in Kindle and print formats.

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In sickness and in health….

Wow. Ne’er were more apt words spoken and what a PERFECT time to get lost in the world of medical romances – a place where our health workers not only save lives, but find their own happily ever after.

I know a lot of folk are struggling now and my heart goes out to them. In a strange way, it’s a lucky time to be a romance writer. We’re used to a LOT of alone time. We get lost in magical worlds in pursuit of a happy ending…and love is at the heart of what we write.

So…pursuing a ‘let’s look at this whole Covid-19 situation through a Glass Half Full lens – I thought I’d give you a wee list of things I absolutely adore and hope you all can follow suit. Yes – these are funky times – but there is also good and joy and happiness within all the murk. Let the rays of light shine in. For me, just a few of the things that burst with sunshine are:

My pooches. They bring me great joy and I think this picture is cute.

Generous, kind, amazing, wonderful authors.

Finding a tulip amidst your forget-me-nots.

Discovering you can do the splits upside down!

CAKE!! (This doesn’t need explaining, right?)

A butterfly on a cornflower. (Thank you iPhone)

That magic moment when your cows stand in just the perfect place…

The long and short of it is, good things can be found anywhere…we just have to have the right lenses on to see them. Right here and now I cross my fingers that all of you are safe, in good health and able to enjoy splashes if not entire swathes of the bright side. It’s out there…but something you have to squint to see it. xoxoxo Be safe everyone xoxo Annie O’

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What do you love in a Medical Romance?

Hello!

I’m Hannah, the new Editorial Assistant for the Harlequin Medical Romance team. Though, I’m not completely new to the Harlequin family… I have, for the past two years, been part of the wonderful Harlequin Presents team!

I’ve been spending my first few weeks on the team, immersing myself in all things Medical Romance. One day I’m reading a story set in ER, the next in a small, village practice – what’s not to love! So, I thought, for my first blog post here, that would be a good place to start. Telling you, the lovely Love is the Best Medicine readers what I love about Medical Romance stories…

A Royal Love Story…

It’s no secret in the office that I’m a big fan of the royal family. If I went on Mastermind, the royal family would 100% be my specialist subject! And, I love nothing more, in Medical Romance than a royal love story. Imagine turning up for your first day at work, and finding out that the Head of Paediatrics is also a Prince – or Princess!

An Army Doc…

My flatmate and I love the TV series Our Girl. So, it’s no surprise that I’m also partial to an Army Doc. It’s also a great opportunity, as a reader, to find yourself in an unconventional medical setting! I love widening my Medical Romance horizons…

The Medical Romance I Would Love to Read…

I’m going to start by saying that yes, this is absolutely the result of binge-watching every episode of Bondi Rescue… But, I would love to read a Medical Romance that focuses on the romance of a lifeguard and a medic! I have, as you can probably tell, been thinking about this potential story – my inbox is always open, current or aspiring authors! – and I can just imagine a lifeguard hero (or heroine!) meeting, just after a rescue, a paramedic or doctor on the beach. Cue their love story! If anybody has watched Bondi Rescue, I’d love to hear from you! Who’s your favourite lifeguard? I think mine is Harrison – though I do have a soft spot for Harries… He is, after all, the ultimate playboy who finds, in the right woman, the life he’s always wanted.

I’d love to hear what you love in a Medical Romance!

Hannah

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Writing Romance Is My Dream and I’m Living It

For me, writing romance stories is such an integral part of my day to day life I’d be lost without it. Not that I write every single day, but when I’m not writing the mind is still ticking over in the background about characters and their motivations. Some authors believe in writing every day to keep the flow going. I prefer to take weekends off and if I’m away on holiday the laptop stays behind.

I spent a lot of years dreaming of becoming an author and since it became a reality the dream has not dimmed.

Life throws up challenges at us all, and we all have different ways of dealing with those. Writing is my go to place, though sometimes even that doesn’t help, and then I’ll get the mixing bowl out and start baking, or ring a friend and suggest a glass of wine. Our home is in the Marlborough Sounds and I do a lot of walking in the hills and spend time out on the water, but writing is my zone.

Yes, I do switch off often because I have a hero of my own to spend time with, and friends and family I adore. Nothing gets in the way of them. Except those pesky characters who just have to nag from the back of my mind! Thank goodness for a patient husband. Who happens to be out fishing right now, hopefully bringing home the dinner.

Do you live your dream? And what is it?

 

Out now: A Fling to Steal Her Heart (Book 3 in the London Hospital midwives series)

In this London Hospital midwives story, following her painful divorce, nomadic midwife Isabella Nicholson is determined to put down roots. And where better than in London, with best friend obstetrician Raphael Dubois? However, temporarily living together leads them to an unexpected yet powerful attraction …And when Izzy discovers Rafe has been hiding his own attraction, the temptation suddenly becomes hard to resist.

A Fling to Steal Her Heart

Book 1 – Cinderella and the Surgeon, Scarlet Wilson

Book 2 – Miracle Baby for the Midwife, Tina Beckett

Book 3 -Reunited By Their Secret Daughter, Emily Forbes

Book 4 – A Fling to Steal her Heart, Sue Mackay

P1030250 At my daughter’s wedding. Yes, I did stop thinking writing, but it was so romantic who knows what might come from the day.

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No One Understands a Booklover like another Booklover

I’ve been rushing around all day trying to get everything ready for my trip to Nashville to attend the Book Lovers Convention next week. It’s something I look forward to every year with a count down that begins months earlier as me and my best friend start working on our costumes for all the different parties. Of course, this year is going to be a little different as I’ve just found out that I will be signing for the first time at BLC and there lies the problem I’ve been faced with this week. Not that I’m not excited about signing books as an author. It’s what I’ve dreamed of for years, but still a part of me wants to be that reader standing in line waiting for the doors to open so that I can fawn all over my favorite authors as they sign my books and I’m struggling a bit to find out exactly where I fit in now. I know, it’s a terrible problem to have, right? Of course, it’s also only a problem that another booklover would understand.

I’ve been a booklover since a teacher read The Secret Garden to me in elementary school. Suddenly it opened up a new world for me. There were places that I could travel to in a book that I didn’t even know existed. But the surprising thing was it wasn’t enough for me to read the book. I wanted to share the book with everyone else. Unfortunately, I found that not everyone understood this need I had to talk about the books I read.

And then one day I met someone who loved books just as much as I did. By this time I was the mother of four great kids and I was working as a Labor and Delivery nurse (I’ve since learned that a lot of nurses read. Believe me, the escape we find in books is just as good as therapy and much cheaper). We soon became the best of friends and now we’re more like sisters. And it was our love of books that brought us together.

A few years later, after trading books and talking for hours about our favorite authors, we discovered the Romantic Times Convention and before we knew it we had made friends not only from our country, but from all over the world. We had found our tribe, a place where we belonged and where it was safe to talk about the romance books we loved. It was a booklover’s heaven.

And now, for the first time, I’ll be attending as a published author. I’m excited and scared at the same time and I know that the experience will be a little different this year, but surrounded by all the other booklovers I’m pretty sure it will still feel like heaven.

Do you have a special place where you go to meet up with other booklovers? A book club or an online group? I’m always looking for other booklovers and I’d love to hear about them.

And if you love best friends to lover stories like I do, check out my March release, Stolen Kiss with the Single Mom, where best friends Scott and Lacey share an unexpected kiss after a terrifying moment in their New Orleans emergency room.