Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Blogger Review: The Fortune Hunter by Bonnie Dee

A man with nothing finds everything.

Abandoned at birth, WWI veteran Hal Stanton faces bleak employment prospects in post-war London. Desperation spurs him to reinvent himself to hook a wealthy wife, one he will be devoted to even if he feels no real passion. But when he meets his fiance’s cousin, Julian Needham, it’s all he can do to keep his heart in check and his eye on the prize.

From the moment he’s introduced to the charming stranger Margaret plans to marry, Julian suspects the man’s motives yet fights a relentless attraction. He’s determined to reveal Hal as a fraud but must handle the matter delicately to protect his sweet cousin’s feelings. A weekend at the family estate should allow time and opportunity for him to expose Halstead Wiley.

Even as the men match wits in a battle of attempted unmasking, powerful sexual attraction threatens to overcome them both and win the day. Can a true love connection possibly grow between these adversaries without destroying lives and loved ones?

Upon returning from the war, Hal Stanton finds employment hard to come by so he decides to become something he's not and hook a wealthy wife.  Julian Needham has kept himself away from the family trying to run from the guilt he felt over his last meeting with his brother and not having reconciled before his death.  Once Julian meets his cousin's fiancee, he's determined to prove he isn't the Hal Stanton he's presenting himself as.  When the attraction between the two blossoms will the truth of Hal's identity get in the way?

It's no secret that I am a huge historical fan and if you follow my blog it will also come as no surprise that I love historicals with Bonnie Dee's name attached.  Well, The Fortune Hunter is no exception.  Post-WW1 is a time frame that I don't think is explored nearly enough so when I find one I gobble it up and I was not disappointed with Fortune.  Miss Dee has a way that lets the reader feel as if you looked out your front window, 2018 would disappear and 1920 would be the world you saw.  From the scenery to the dialogue to the emotions, its all so authentic and obviously respectfully researched, which only heightens the reading experience for me.

As for the characters, well what's not to like?  You got Hal who hasn't exactly been dealt a winning hand in life and you got Julian who has always felt like the spare.  I couldn't make up mind most of the time whether to wrap them up in a big bear hug to show my love and support or to whack them upside the head until they sat down and talked properly.  When an author can make the reader feel such conflicting emotions and still leave them happily entertained, for me that is what makes a good book.  I highly recommend giving this story a chance because whether you like historicals or not, The Fortune Hunter is a well written tale with interesting and intriguing characters that left a smile on my face and frankly I can't ask for more when it comes to my reading.


Drawing up in front of the Needham house on the curved driveway, Hal felt as if he ought to be arriving in a carriage and four rather than Margaret’s Daimler motorcar. The sprawling limestone house was a convoluted collection of roof peaks, turrets, and wings added on over the years. It looked like a castle, proclaiming nobility dwelt within and an outsider like him would never belong.

Hal didn’t resent the upper class their wealth, power, and prestige. He merely wanted to become one of them. Was that so awful? A friend had once come to Hal’s flat begging a sanctuary to spend a night or two. The stay had turned into something more like two months. But Hal certainly understood that desire to lay down the burden of constant struggle to survive and find a quiet, comfortable resting spot.

Margaret would be his safe place, and he would be hers, making certain she never wanted for companionship. In return, he’d have a nice house, good food, and a fine wardrobe. He would guard her fortune as if it were his own, spending wisely and increasing it shrewdly. He wouldn’t be a burden but a life companion in an easygoing, if chaste, arrangement.

He got out of the passenger side of the car, and Margaret came around to join him. “What do you think? The house may appear grand, but don’t let the battlements fool you. Inside, it’s quite shabby. Despite a respectable family name, my aunt and uncle aren’t wealthy by any means.”

Hal tucked her hand through the loop of his arm. “I’m not nervous. I’m quite ready to meet them and explain why I’ve fallen in love with their one-of-a-kind niece. This must have been a wonderful place to grow up with all those nooks and crannies to explore.”

“It truly was. Mother and I could have afforded to stay in our own home after Father died. But I’m so glad we came to live with Aunt Agnes and Uncle Harold; otherwise, I never would’ve had brothers like Julian and James.” She frowned. “After nearly two years, I still have trouble thinking of James in the past tense.”

Hal recalled James had survived France but died in the influenza epidemic almost immediately upon his return home. He put an arm around Margaret and hugged her. “You must miss him terribly.”

“His passing has been difficult for me but nearly killed my aunt and uncle. They’re still mourning. And Julian…” She shook her head.

“Misses his brother and perhaps blames himself for being alive,” Hal guessed. “I understand that feeling, having lost many comrades at the front.”

Margaret stopped at the doorstep and turned to him, eyes shining. “You survived because God had more for you to do in this life. He brought you to me, for which I am ever grateful.”

Hal hated himself just a little more at her declaration. When he’d begun this plan, he’d imagined landing a wealthy older widow who knew the score and didn’t mind so long as she had a handsome young husband to show off to her friends like a trophy. But then he’d met Margaret. He’d been so taken with her blend of sweetness and assertiveness that it had seemed possible to make a sham marriage work. Now he was stuck with the plan he’d devised.

The door opened before they knocked. A stooped older man with a paunch swelling his waistcoat greeted them. “Welcome home, Miss Margaret.”

“Hello, Grover. You’re looking very dapper today. I’m so glad to be back. I’ve missed home these past months. May I present my fiancé, Mr. Halstead Wiley.”

The butler bowed. “Good day, sir. Welcome to Barton Park.”

Hal almost returned the bow, then recalled his proper standing and nodded politely instead. “I’m happy to be here.”

Grover escorted them to the drawing room, where Mr. and Mrs. Needham and Julian were already gathered. Hal assessed the room before following Margaret inside. Pale blue walls and rug offered a sense of tranquility and the room was not overly cluttered. The dark, heavy pieces of furniture from an older century didn’t fit the pale color palette that suggested a more chic, modern décor.

Margaret’s aunt and uncle rose to greet him. The outdated style of Mrs. Needham’s gown didn’t detract from her aura of grace and refinement as she offered her hand. “Mr. Wiley, we’re pleased you could come. Darling Margaret is the daughter we never had, and we were eager to meet the man she’s chosen.”

“Quite so,” Mr. Needham said.

Hal wasn’t certain if he was meant to shake Mrs. Needham’s hand or kiss it. The customs of the gentry weren’t familiar to him. He gave a polite press before letting go, then turned to offer a hearty shake to Mr. Needham. “The pleasure is mine. Your niece is a prize.”

“Yes, she is.” Mr. Needham gave Hal an assessing look with gray eyes very much like his son’s.

Hal scanned the rest of the room to find Julian standing near the window. Sunlight burnished his brown hair with golden highlights. His well-cut profile with its straight nose and strong jawline was haloed in light. When he turned his stern gaze toward Hal, a little hum of anticipation awoke within him.

Hal squelched this reaction to a man he considered an adversary. Needham had invited him here to poke holes in his story, so he must be on guard every moment not to give himself away. If this wedding were to be called off, he’d be jobless and desperate again. One would expect work to be plentiful in the aftermath of the Great War with so few veterans returning, but the economy was in shambles. Odd jobs were all Hal had been able to find, spurring him to his mad scheme to land a wealthy woman.

He offered a bright smile. “Good to see you again, Mr. Needham.”

As much as it wasn’t, it actually was. Needham intrigued Hal, not only his physical demeanor but his affectionate manner with Margaret and his magnetic presence. Had they met under other circumstances, he and Julian might have been friends—or probably something more than friends, for Hal guessed “confirmed bachelor” Julian shared his attraction to men.

Hal dragged his thoughts away from the sorts of activities they might have gotten up to in another time and place, as he sat beside his betrothed on a sofa. “You have a lovely home,” he complimented his hosts. “Its history must be fascinating.”

“Thank you,” Mrs. Needham said. “Barton Park was built in 1640 and belonged to several families before the Needhams took possession.”

Her husband added dryly, “You may learn the entire history on every second Wednesday of the month, when the house is open. I daresay the tour guide is more educated on both the history and the architecture than we are.”

“Tours?” Julian abandoned his spot by the window to stride across the room with long-legged grace. “When did this begin?”

“Surely I mentioned this in one of my letters. A company that arranges tours approached us this past summer,” Mrs. Needham explained. “At first, your father refused to speak with their representative, but when we learned other owners of other estates were allowing tours, we decided to give it a go. It’s a respectable way to share one’s heritage and is little trouble at all. Thus far, the tourists, both domestic and foreign, have been orderly and respectful.”

“Not at all annoying having strangers troop through one’s home,” Mr. Needham continued in his sub-Saharan tone. “And you’d know about this if you paid the least attention to what your mother writes, or if you came for a visit every so often.”

Julian stood before his parents, scowling. “You did not mention this in any of your letters. I’d no idea you’d reached such a…” He glanced at Hal and seemed to reconsider airing his family’s financial business. “That you were considering such a thing.”

“It has become quite common these days for historical houses to be on display,” Mrs. Needham pointed out. “As you’ve said, times are changing.”

“More’s the pity,” the elder Needham growled.

Hal sat very still, wishing he were someplace else and not witnessing this family argument. He’d had no idea the Needhams were in such difficult straits until today. Apparently, their children hadn’t either. Surely Margaret would want to offer financial help, which would cut into the inheritance from her father’s side. He was a horrible person to immediately consider how the Needham family’s misfortune might affect him and his plans.

“Honestly, I think it’s rather brilliant to open the house to tours.” Margaret smoothed the folds of her modish knee-length dress. “Tourists enjoy seeing grand houses from a former century. The building should earn its maintenance at the very least. But if you require more financial assistance, please let me know. I want to do my part for the family.”

Julian Needham quickly added, “I can offer help as well. My investments are doing well enough.”

“We’re not quite destitute, although apparently our home has become a museum artifact to be gawked at by strangers,” Mr. Needham said.

“Thank you, my dears, for your generous thought. But such a discussion is most inappropriate at this celebratory occasion.” Mrs. Needham turned her attention to Hal. “Tell us how you two met.”

“We were both browsing at a bookstore. I shared a recommendation with Hal, and we talked for hours. You can see how that conversation ended.” Margaret turned her beaming smile on Hal. “Or never ended, for we always find something to discuss.”

“I was taken with Margaret from the moment we met. She manages to be both imaginative and levelheaded at the same time. One doesn’t let a quality woman like Margaret slip away.”

“Your family approves the arrangement?” Mr. Needham probed.

Hal seized a quick breath before plunging into his embroidered history. He hadn’t tried to pretend to Margaret that he came from any sort of gentility, instead inventing middle-class parents of modest means.

“My parents have passed, and I have no extended family. But I’m certain both Father and Mother would have welcomed Margaret with open arms.”

“Tell us about your parents,” Needham senior pushed.

“My father owned several shipping concerns. But in one year, a freighter was lost at sea and another seized by pirates. This put a great strain on his fortune and took a toll on his health.” Hal patted his chest, indicating possible heart failure or a broken heart. Let them decide which. “He passed away within a year, and my dear mother followed soon after. I believe she couldn’t face life without him.”

Mrs. Needham gave a soft murmur, and Margaret reached to pat Hal’s hand. He bowed his head, hoping he wasn’t overdoing the drama.

“Were you left penniless then?” Julian’s tone was cool and less than sympathetic.

“Julian!” Mrs. Needham exclaimed at his shocking ill manners.

“It’s all right, Mrs. Needham. It is quite reasonable to wonder about the stranger your niece has brought home. I should have followed custom and asked permission for her hand.” Hal offered an apologetic smile, then continued trying to reassure them he had nothing to hide.

“I invested the small inheritance I received and have increased it over the years, so I live quite comfortably. I won’t pretend to be more than I am. I come from a middle-class background, and I’m in love with a woman who is clearly above me. But I care for Margaret very much.”

The last part at least was true. Hal took her hand, gazed into her eyes, and prayed his selfish intentions could be forgiven.

Margaret smiled. “As I care for you.”

Julian made a small sound that might have signaled either acceptance or disgust.

Hal darted a sharp glance at him.

“It’s a lovely afternoon. I should like to take you on a tour of the land before supper,” Margaret said.

“Perfect weather for an invigorating walk,” Hal agreed and blessed her for freeing him from the relentless questioning.

“I’ll go with you.” Julian had not taken a seat during the entire conversation, and now he started for the door. “I should like to see how the farms are doing.”

They bid their elders goodbye and entered the hallway. Margaret excused herself to change into proper attire.

Hal had brought no walking shoes and lingered awkwardly with Julian, who scanned him up and down.

“You’ll want a pair of Wellingtons. The fields and woods are muddy. And a drover’s coat to cover this fine wool.” He fingered the lapel of Hal’s jacket, tailored for a gentleman and discovered by Hal in a secondhand store.

Julian stood so near, Hal felt the heat of his body and inhaled the scent of his shaving lotion. Did Julian mean to be intimidating? Probably, because he stared at Hal with the assessing eyes of judge, jury, and executioner.

When Julian at last stepped back, Hal took a deep breath. Unfortunately, the man wasn’t only a barrier to breach, he also unleashed attraction such as Hal hadn’t felt in a long time. Perhaps Julian sensed his desire and was baiting him to make an impulsive move.

But Hal wouldn’t reveal himself so foolishly. Nothing could come between him and the quiet, calm, comfortable life he craved. He must convince this doubting Thomas before he derailed Hal’s matrimonial plan.

Author Bio:
Dear Readers, I began telling stories as a child. Whenever there was a sleepover, I was the designated ghost tale teller guaranteed to frighten and thrill with macabre tales. I still have a story printed on yellow legal paper in second grade about a ghost, a witch and a talking cat.

As an adult, I enjoy reading stories about people damaged by life who find healing with a like-minded soul. When I couldn’t find enough such books, I began to write them. Whether you’re a fan of contemporary historical or fantasy romance, you’ll find something to enjoy among my books.

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Book Blitz: To Save Sir by Laylah Roberts

Title: To Save Sir
Author: Laylah Roberts
Series: Doms of Decadence #7
Genre: Erotica, Romance, BDSM
Release Date: February 6, 2018
What would you do to save the person you loved? Would you die for them? Would you kill for them?

She just wanted to make the world a better place…

All Jenna wanted was to help people. That’s why she went to medical school. Why she joined Doctors Without Borders. She knew she could make a difference …until the day her world is ripped apart.

He didn’t think there was any good left in the world…

Curt Nolan didn’t feel hope any more. He didn’t feel much of anything. The only thing that got him out of bed was his job at Black-Gray Investigations. Until he is hired to rescue Jenna. She’s everything he isn’t. Good, kind, sweet.

And when he realizes the danger to Jenna isn’t over, Curt knows he’ll do whatever is necessary to protect her.

Contains BDSM and hot, hot sex.

“Did you hurt yourself? Damn it, why is this door locked?”

“Because I’m taking a bath and I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Are you naked?”


“Yes,” she told him, hoping that would send him away.


Good? What did that mean? Her body tightened, heat filling it. He wanted to see her naked?

“Don’t get dressed.”

Was this happening? She stared at the door, all thoughts of her sore knee fading. What would he do if she opened it and greeted him stark naked? Would he pull her into his arms and kiss her, squeeze her ass, maybe give it a few smacks? She shivered at the thought. What would it be like to be over Curt’s knee as he spanked her butt? What would it be like if he ordered her to her knees then told her to suck him off? Or if he blindfolded and bound her? That thought would terrify her with someone else, but not with Curt. He was so protective that at times it was smothering, but she knew he would never do anything to harm her.

“Just put on a robe. I have some antibacterial cream to put on your injuries and I want to check you over before you go to bed.”

Right, he didn’t want her naked because he had the urge to make mad, passionate love to her . . . or, hell, even to just fuck her.

He wanted to put cream on her boo-boos and put her to bed.

Author Bio:
Laylah Roberts has loved reading since she was little and has recently discovered the passion of writing. She hopes you love reading her books as much as she loves writing them.

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Promo Tour: Gray's Promise by Anni Fife

Title: Gray's Promise
Author: Anni Fife
Series: King Security #2
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 8, 2017
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Zoey Morgan seems to have it all as a successful surgeon in Boston. However, perfection lies only on the surface. Plagued by nightmares and amnesia from a tragedy that ripped her family from her fourteen years ago, she finds the courage to reach out to the only man who can make her feel safe. She’s buried the memory of their love, but her heart—and her body—responds to the ex-marine in ways that are all too familiar.

Grayson “Gray” Walker’s heart shattered when Zoey chose another man over him. Since then, he’s built an impenetrable wall around his emotions. But from the moment she implodes back into his life, her vulnerability breaches his defenses. His skills as an elite member of the King Security team cannot shield him from the devastation of learning he might have left Zoey high and dry when she needed him most. Now, Gray must navigate the tripwire of helping her heal while protecting himself from being hurt again.

As the embers of their potent love reignite, an old threat awakens, leading to greater danger than ever before.

A jealousy that destroys everything in its path…a love that refuses to die.

Gray’s nostrils flared. “You got an itch, Zoey?”

Awareness flushed through me. “And if I did?” His smoky-blue eyes dropped to my mouth. Like he flicked a switch I licked my lips.

“Christ!” His whispered curse made my stomach tighten into a hard ball, but I met his scowl and blinked innocently. He shook his head, his gaze mocking. “I’m not the person to tap, sweet-thing, if all you want to do is scratch.”

I felt my face flush. “I’m not a kitty cat, buddy!”

His brows shot up. “Did you just call me buddy?”

I clamped my lips together. Disbelief was frozen on his face. I returned his stare bug-eyed. My body started to shake. I swallowed but as hard as I tried, the laughter gathered.

“Zoey!” he growled.

Uncontrolled giggles burst from me. “S-sorry.” I held up a hand. “So sorry.” I spluttered again and bent over double, giggles turning into snorting laughter.

“Fuck. Now I know what Luke means by Katya being a pain in his ass.”

I hugged my aching stomach and squinted at him. “Jeez, tough guy, what’s with you and asses?”

He glared at me. “You need yours spanked.”

“Is that a promise?” I was aiming for blasé but my wheezing snort ruined the effect.

Gray stood and grabbed my hand, tugging me to my feet. “Let’s get out of here. This isn’t the place for this conversation.”

“What?” I giggled. “A spanking conversation.” The idea of Gray reddening my butt made me clench it. Yikes!

“No, sweet-thing.” He swung his arm around my shoulders and whispered in my ear. “A conversation about your itch. That conversation.”

“Oh!” My breath quickened. And my laughing fit instantly died.


It was hot in here.

What Others Are Saying:
"In a nutshell, the best book I've ever read. Hands down." -✯✯✯✯✯ by NN LIGHT POTL Blog

"One of my favorites for 2017 and a must read!" -✯✯✯✯✯ by Behind Closed Doors Book Reviews

"I was sucked in from the very first words…what I loved about this book—the unexpected expectations.” -✯✯✯✯✯ by Bookgasms Book Blog

“ Tense, dark and like a kaleidoscope of evil machinations, this romantic suspense will keep readers on the edge of their seats!” -✯✯✯✯ by Tombtender Book Blog

"This author definitely sinks you in deep on this story and I will be reading more of this author." -✯✯✯✯✯ by TDC Book Reviews

"This suspenseful romance is utterly spellbinding and well worth the year wait!" ✯✯✯✯✯ by Behind Closed Doors Book Reviews


Anni’s BIG THREE of Why It’s Good To Be Alive

For an author, reviews are our lifeblood. They are the reward that make agonizing hours at our keyboards worth the tears and time sacrificed with loved ones. They are also vital to increase readership, as readers rarely buy a new author if their book is missing good reviews. Gray’s Promise has hit the ground running with a slew of 5-star reviews from bloggers and verified Amazon readers, many of whom have said that it is one of their favorite reads of 2017. N.N. Light, author and Amazon Influencer, humbled me by saying this in her review“In a nutshell, the best book I’ve ever read. Hands down.” Now that makes me cry…and feel good to be alive!

When I shut the door on my life in the city, including a successful career in TV Production, I had a dream of what I wanted my life to be like: live in a small town where my neighbors knew my name, walk the beach every day, make friends with people who actually cared about me, and WRITE! In December, after I published my second novel, Gray’s Promise, and celebrated the festive season at my small beach home with my family and friends, I realized I’m living the dream. And how fantastic is that!

Starting the year with a publishing contract in hand for my third book, Eva’s Peace, definitely makes it good to be alive. This is the story of mysterious and emotionally contained Scarlett Eva Young, King Security’s profiler and half-sister to Thayne “King” Kingsley. Her awesome alpha hottie is LAPD Detective, Tom Payne. I’m aiming to bring their heart-wrenching story to you by Fall this year.

Zoey's BIG THREE of What She Loves About Gray 
(with extracts from Gray’s Promise!) 

For as long as Zoey can remember, going back to when she was eight years old, Gray was the light that shined brightest in her life. In her words, “Even on my darkest days, he’s my sun.” When pushed to give one reason why this is so, Zoey reveals that it is Gray’s innate understanding and unconditional acceptance of all that she is…and isn’t, that makes her love him to the bottom of her soul.

When Gray is in her vicinity, Zoey finds it a challenge to take her eyes off his mouth. It’s like a magnet to her senses. “His mouth was one of the thousand things I loved about him. His upper lip a perfect cupid’s bow. His lower one, full and sensual with a marked indent. I used to tease him that he had the mouth of a porn star. And he did. God! The indescribable pleasure—“ Okay! Stopping now…

When Zoey’s sanity is threatened by panic attacks, and fragmented memories haunt her waking hours, she finds her way back to Gray. Their shattered love story, past hurts and betrayals, cannot obliterate her faith in his innate honor and protective spirit. He is the beacon in her darkness, her sun, and her safe zone. Zoey reveals this at the end of the story when she tells Gray why she loves him: “I love your honor and your unflinching loyalty to those you call family…I love your need to protect me, to protect others.” 

Gray’s BIG THREE of What He Loves About Zoey 
(with extracts from Gray’s Promise!) 

Gray’s connection to Zoey is instantaneous from the moment they meet as children. As their relationship moves from childhood best friends to young love, she becomes his anchor in the face of an emotional tornado, his touchstone as he endures the worst of betrayals. When tragedy strikes and they are torn apart, Gray feels cut adrift. Years later, when Zoey comes to him for help, Gray is confronted with the undeniable truth: Zoey is the anchor to his soul. “Thousands of tensile steel threads bound them together. Over time, they might have been stretched to their limit but they had not broken. It was like she was burned into his DNA. And when Zoey hurt, Gray felt the same hurt deep inside himself.” 

Zoey has a wicked sense of humor. Gray loves this because even when he’s mad at her, she has the ability to cut through his temper in such an unexpected manner, he can’t help being seduced into laughter.

Since Zoey blossomed into a woman, Gray has been captivated by her.

“His beautiful red butterfly. Mercurial and brilliant. Her dark-copper hair alight with so many fiery streaks, he was constantly amazed it didn’t singe his skin. The curly length was unexpectedly soft, so goddamn sexy when it slipped like satin through his fingers. But as much as he loved her hair, it was her eyes that endlessly beguiled him. Tapered like a cat, they were vivid-green with a golden ring around her pupil. A fascinating combination of sex-kitten and innocent, and such an integral part of her expressive nature. There were times he thought they were too large for her heart-shaped face, but then she’d laugh and they’d turn that intense jewel-like green. Wicked. Infectious. Or she’d whimper with desire, and the golden ring would leak into the green. Hot and slumberous. Untamed.”

Luke's Redemption #1
From an exciting new author, a Steamy Romantic Suspense.

Red-hot sex. Searing betrayal. A passionate and elusive love...

Chased by her criminal kingpin father, Katya Dalca runs to New Orleans and straight into the arms of Luke Hunter. Sucked into the carnal world of the French Quarter, she succumbs to Luke's potent sexuality. He not only steals her breath, he steals her heart and the only leverage she has against her father. She is left with no choice except to pick up the pieces and rebuild her life alone.

Undercover DEA agent Luke Hunter thought his newest assignment--recover a stolen flash drive to gain the trust of the Russian mob--was like any other. But his target brings him to his knees, and after one taste of her intoxicating beauty, he's in too deep. Doing his job means walking away, leaving his heart behind with nothing but a promise to reunite. It's a promise he can't keep.

When Katya's past reaches out and her world unravels, her only hope is the one man she is most vulnerable to--Luke.

Author Bio:
Anni Fife is an exciting new contemporary romance author who has already made an indelible mark in the popular genre of steamy romantic suspense. Her debut novel, Luke’s Redemption, has been acclaimed by critics and readers and was a Finalist in the 2017 RONE Awards. Anni says she credits Kristen Ashley as her guiding inspiration, and strives to make her characters equally as heart-wrenching and unforgettable. She is currently working on Eva’s Peace (King Security Book 3).

Last year, Anni closed the door on a successful career in television production to fulfill her lifelong passion, writing. In the space of a month, she shut her business, packed up her city life, and moved to a small seaside village. When she’s not writing, she can be found on the beach searching for pansy shells, or drinking red wine and gabbing with her gal posse.

If you want to know when Anni’s next book is releasing and be first to get regular updates and BONUS TREATS, visit her website and sign up to join her POSSE.

Anni is published by The Wild Rose Press, and is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA).


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