New Release: Penelope (The Three Mrs Munroes)

Some men keep secrets…Adam Monroe kept three.

Available from 5 Prince
Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre Contemporary Romance:
Penelope Book two of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: August 28, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120409 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-040-4
Print ISBN-10: 1631120417 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-041-1
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From loss breeds new life.
Penelope Monroe married on impulse and her heart had been broken by Adam Monroe’s lies. Pregnant she wonders how she will survive, alone, with her baby.
Brock Romero held Adam Monroe when he died in combat. Now released from the Army he makes it his priority to find Adam’s wife and share with her his last words.
On the verge of making the same mistake twice, Penelope must trust her
heart—especially when new lies are uncovered.
About the Author:

Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part
of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its
release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The
married mother of five sons promises Happily Ever After always…and says
she can write it, because she lives it.
When not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly
hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from
her front step. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree
black belt in Tang Soo Do.
A chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011,
5 Prince Publishing, so that she could publish the books she liked to
write and help make the dreams of other aspiring authors come true too.
 
 
How to reach Bernadette Marie
@writesromance on Twitter
 
Excerpt of Penelope:

Chapter One

God she was miserable.
Heat waves rose off the pavement and the air was thick and
still. Penelope Monroe sat on the front porch in one kitchen chair with her
feet up on another. With gentle strokes, she rubbed her pregnant belly. She
simply couldn’t believe how uncomfortable she was.
The smell of paint from inside the house wafted out and she
tried not to let it make her stomach churn. She’d been appointed to oversee the
two men putting in the new front window. That wasn’t much fun at all.
Both of their butt cracks stuck out of their pants and every
time they talked they cursed then looked at her and apologized. She wasn’t a
prude—well not really. She’d heard those words before, even if she didn’t use
them.
Penelope closed her eyes and wished for a slight breeze. Her
head was buzzing with paint fumes, curse words, and the events of the past few
months.
It had all started when she’d married Adam Monroe.
His image formed in her head and she let out a small sigh.
Those blue eyes and that blonde hair, he was like a god, she
thought. One she’d read about in books. He was a Marine, so his body was
chiseled hard and he carried himself—well, like a god.
He’d been a player. She’d known that. The night she’d first
laid eyes on him, he’d taken her friend home from the bar. At least he’d had
the sense to offer her a ride home before he drove off with Christina—her ex-friend. There were explicit details from Christina she could do with forgetting.
That should have been her clue to never even talk to the man
again. Easy sex from women you picked up in bars wasn’t her style. She’d been a
virgin, after all. She’d been saving herself for her husband. It had been
Christina who thought differently of that. Christina liked the loud music, the
dancing, the beer, and the men. Usually she was considerate of Penelope’s
feelings when they went out. But that night Christina had gotten caught up in
Adam’s blue eyes, his hair, his body, and his voice delivering all the right
lines.
Penelope figured she was most mad about the evening because
she’d been having feelings she’d never had before. She thought, briefly, that
had she been given the chance to go home with Adam she’d have done it. She knew
she’d have chickened out, but he’d had a way with turning her heart to mush.
But it had been Christina he’d taken back to his place
and—well, again, she’d just like to forget that she knew every detail of that
night.
She couldn’t have imagined that a few nights later, when
Christina had abandoned her at the bar for another one night stand, that Adam
would walk in and change her life.
The words he used were different than the ones he’d used on
Christina. His moves were gentle and that hadn’t been a word Christina had used
when she’d given Penelope all of her details.
He was a gentleman.
They talked, walked, and dated a few nights. He was sweet
when she told him she was a virgin and she was saving herself for her husband.
Not once did he make a move or cross a line. Then he said he loved her and that
had changed everything.
When he’d asked her to marry him, there had been no
hesitation. They’d gotten married and, that night, she gave herself to him.
Penelope let out a breath and opened her eyes. Everything
changed in that one night.
She ran her hand over her growing stomach. A small part of
Adam grew inside of her, even though he was gone.
The day she’d come to Parson’s Gulch was the day they’d
buried Adam—the day she’d met one of his other wives and seen the other with
his children. She was only one of three Mrs. Monroes. One of three Adam had
lied to. One of three who now fought to move past him.
The very thought of Adam’s lies still made her sick.
But just because she now detested her husband of only a few
months, she couldn’t hate the life that grew inside of her. This child was hers
and in a few days she’d see the baby for the first time. Adam’s other wives
would be there too.
She let out a small chuckle which had the window installers
looking over at her. Kindly, she gave them a smile and closed her eyes again.
Amelia Monroe, Adam’s second wife, had taken her in. She was
kind though Penelope was sure she wasn’t used to being so kind But she’d given
her a place to stay and had just friended her when she’d needed someone to
care.
Vivian, on the other hand, had taken a little longer to warm
up to. But when she had, they’d bonded. Though Vivian wasn’t more than ten
years older than Penelope, she thought of her as a mother figure, where Amelia
was more of a big sister.
Adam’s lies had entangled them.
Adam’s death had brought them together.
Adam’s life grew inside of her.
Penelope opened her eyes and rubbed her aching side.
In just the past week, her stomach had grown so much bigger.
It stretched and Vivian was relentless with the cocoa butter routine. She had
stretch marks from Adam’s other two children and she was going to make sure
Penelope didn’t suffer the same fate.
More than just her stomach had changed though. A week ago,
the entire town changed in fifteen seconds when a tornado ripped through the
sky. There had only been a few injuries and no one had died—thank God!
Vivian’s home had been totaled and the front window of the
century-old house on Main and Pine had blown in. Penelope’s car had also been
totaled, but she thought she’d faired pretty well in that deal. Her beat up old
car, which didn’t always run well, had been replaced by her late husband’s
vintage Mustang.
Penelope had never been one for flashy, vintage cars, but
she couldn’t help herself—she loved this one. It sat against the curb within
view. Oh, she might look sexy in it now, from the neck up. But no one would
ever give her a second look when they saw a baby seat in the back in a few
months.
Sam Jackson, Adam’s lawyer, her boss, and now Amelia’s
fiancé, pulled tree branches around the side of the house and stacked them near
the porch.
“I have the misting fan set up in the kitchen. Maybe you
should go inside,” he called to her.
“Too much paint.”
He nodded as he took his cellphone out of his pocket. He
looked at it, smiled, and walked toward her giving the front window a glance
first. “Why don’t you go in, get yourself a cold bottle of water, and walk
upstairs.”
Penelope frowned. She knew it was much hotter upstairs.
Sam climbed the steps of the porch and held his hand out to
her. “C’mon. Amelia is up there. She just texted me. She has something to show
you.”
Penelope planted her feet on the floor, took Sam’s hand, and
stood with an umph.
“You start up,” he said placing his hand on her back and
walking her toward the door. “I’ll get you a bottle of water and meet you up
there.”
Penelope shifted him a glance and walked inside the house.
The heat was nearly unbearable, but she walked toward the
stairs and started up them.
Sam had redone every tread and in time, when she wasn’t
around, they would stain them and the rest of the floors in the century-old
house, which they were turning into a daycare center.
Adam’s father had donated the house to them. It was a kind
gesture, she thought as she neared the top step. He’d been gracious when they’d
needed it.
Amelia had come up with the great idea that they take what
Adam had and turn it into a business to take care of his children. Amelia
hadn’t asked for anything in return. But when pushed, she’d mentioned she’d
like a gym in the basement.
So far she hadn’t stumbled across the secret project
Penelope and Vivian had been working on. She seemed to be preoccupied with what
she was calling her office upstairs.
Penelope hadn’t been upstairs in weeks. It wasn’t worth the
climb. And now that she was at the top of the stairs and the air was thick and
horribly hot, she knew she’d been right to stay downstairs.
Sam was right behind her with a cold bottle of water. He
handed it to her.
“C’mon, go in,” he said.
“She’s been behind those doors for a week. I don’t want to
be the one who goes in unannounced.”
“You’re chicken.”
“Yeah. You go first. She loves you.”
Sam scowled and stepped forward. “Yeah, and I’m the one she
punched in the gut when I startled her too. I’m walking with heavy footsteps.”
He twisted the knob of one of the closed bedroom doors and
pushed it open. Sticking his head around the corner, he pushed it open just a
bit more.
“She’s afraid to come in. You’re not going to throw anything
are you?”
Penelope heard Amelia grunt and then the door swung open
hard. “Get in here.”
Penelope walked through the thick air toward the room and
gasped when she walked in.
Amelia, Vivian, and Vivian’s daughters were standing in the
room with enormous grins on their faces. “Well, what do you think?”
Penelope looked around at the transformed area. They had
taken the two bedrooms, which shared a Jack and Jill bathroom, and completely
renovated them.
The room she stood in was painted a very soothing shade of
pale green. There was a wrought iron bed with a lacy white spread. Over the
bed, was a painting that she knew Vivian had found in the basement. An antique
dresser and mirror sat against the wall and they’d also added a beautiful
armoire.
“This is magnificent,” she said with her breath wheezing
out. “This is what you’ve been working on?”
“Yes. You needed a place to stay,” Vivian said. “Amelia did
almost all of it.”
“For me?”
“You and the baby. This is your home now—when the fumes are
all gone.”
She felt the tears sting, but she tried to hold them back.
“I did that.” Emma, Vivian’s four year old daughter said as
she pointed to the rocking chair. “The Teddy bear. I made it at Build-a-Bear.”
Penelope covered her mouth and tears quickly rolled down her
cheeks.
“You’re such a girl,” Amelia teased as she put her arm
around Penelope’s shoulders. “C’mon, there’s more. Try not to cry too much or
you won’t be able to see anything.”
She walked her to the bathroom that joined the two rooms. It
was painted a soft brown and all the fixtures had been replaced with modern
replicas of older ones.
“This is gorgeous. I can’t believe I didn’t know you were
doing this.”
“That would have ruined the surprise. Okay, now you can cry
your eyes out,” Amelia said as she opened the door that led into the next
bedroom.”
When Penelope saw it, she did cry harder. The pastel yellow
room with handmade curtains depicting tumbling teddy bears hung from the
window. Matching bumpers adorned a crib against the wall. There was a matching
rocking chair in this room with a teddy bear on the seat.
Ava, Vivian’s two-year-old, tugged on Penelope’s shirt. “I
made that.”
Penelope batted her eyes and ran her hand over Ava’s braids
and smiled. Never in her life could she have expected such love. And to think,
these women and children had been jaded by Adam’s lies too. But they were there
for her and her baby. They embraced her. They loved her.
“I can’t…I don’t…Oh…” she sobbed.
Vivian moved to Penelope and wrapped her arms around her.
“Quit crying. You’re going to make me cry.”
“I don’t deserve this,” Penelope said.
“Sure you do,” Amelia added.
Penelope looked up to see her standing with her arms crossed
over her chest and Sam next to her with his arm around her shoulders. They made
a beautiful picture, she thought. Amelia was very lucky to have fallen in love
with him.
“You’ve all been so nice to me…”
“And we’re going to keep being nice.” Amelia walked toward
her and whispered, “Adam brought us together. We are all family now.” She took
Penelope’s hands in hers. “This is the least he could do to take care of you
and your baby.”
Again, Amelia was being sweet and that nearly made Penelope
want to laugh. But she’d learned this side of Amelia was as genuine as the side
that liked to kick men’s butts.
As Ava and Emma showed Penelope all the parts to their baby’s room, the doorbell rang.
They all exchanged glances and Vivian shook her head. “I’ll
get it. It’s probably those boobs putting in the window.”
Penelope watched her walk out of the room and then, hand in
hand, Sam and Amelia walked out too. She looked down at the sisters of her baby
and smiled. She’d be okay without Adam there or any other man for that matter.
She and her baby were loved. That’s all that mattered.
 
 

Cover Reveal: How to Have a Happy Marriage

Genre: Fiction/Romance/Contemporary
Release Date: September 25, 2014
Digital ISBN-10:1631120646 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-064-0
Print ISBN-10:1631120654 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-065-7
 
Have you got a secret hidden so deep that thinking about it threatens to overwhelm you?
 
Bethany Forrester and Denizon Cartwright are mother and daughter but they haven’t seen each other for thirty five years. Not since Beth gave Denizon up for adoption when she was two days old.
 
“How to Have a Happy Marriage” tells the story of how they find each other and their lives and loves along the way – from the stormy relationship between Beth and her husband to Denizon’s quest for true happiness and real love.
 
We follow the ups and downs of the pair as they struggle to fit each other into their already complicated lives.
 
Will it be a happy ending for either of them?
 
Find out in the final chapter of the “How to …” series of books.

Launch: Bridge of Hope

 
 
 
 
Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Release Date: August 21, 2014
Digital ISBN 10:163112062X ISBN 13:978-1-63112-062-6
Print ISBN-10:1631120638 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-063-3
Purchase link : http://www.5princebooks.com/buy-links.html
 
 
 
Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…
I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the
most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon;
my guitar.
But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I took my anger out on her.
On Mallory.
But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last
person she wanted help from.
Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?
 
 
About Lisa J Hobman

Lisa is a happily married mum of one with two crazy dogs and a passion for writing.  After relocating to Scotland from England and writing her first novel she gave up on running a craft business to do what she loves full time and is now putting the finishing touches to books four and five so watch this space.

 

How to contact Lisa J Hobman:
 
 
Excerpt of Bridge of Hope:

Chapter One

January 2011
It had been the same damned nightmare again.
I’d been experiencing what the doctor called night terrors ever since receiving the news that Mairi had been declared dead. The love of my fucking life… dead.
There were no words to describe the physical pain knotting my insides every
time I realised it was true and not just a cruel dream.
There had been no body to bury. But apparently that’s not uncommon when
people are lost up the side of a mountain like K2. People can lie undiscovered
for years up there, so I’m told.
Sobering thought.
The stupid thing was that I wasn’t even there when it happened, but for
some bizarre reason my psyche had built up its own series of events and
insisted on torturing me with the movie of Mairi’s death every time I closed my
eyes.
What I wouldn’t give for a peaceful night’s sleep.
I’d taken on extra work whenever I wasn’t on the water. The boat was
only a seasonal thing anyway. And although tourists loved the area surrounding
the bridge over the Atlantic, taking a trip out on Little Blue on choppy water wasn’t for fainthearted, unseasoned sailors. So I’d taken on work as a handyman. I was fixing taps, sealing sinks, unblocking drains. Oddly, all the jobs seemed to be water related. Maybe that
was because I had a combination of water and single malt running through ma veins.
Who knows?
Keeping busy was my intention. Being occupied was the only thing
stopping me from slipping into a deep depression, and I knew all too well how
easy it would’ve been just to let go and fall into the abyss like Mairi did in
my nightmares.
I’d met her when I was out walking. I’d pretty much given up hope of
ever falling in love for real. I’d had a shot at it before—Alice was her name,
but the less said about her right now the better. But life likes to throw in
curveballs every so often. And so there I was up by the Buckle, taking in the
scenery and fresh air, when this fiery-haired girl tripped over her laces and
into my arms. She had the most stunning smile I’d ever seen. And her eyes…
Let’s just say when she gazed up at me she melted my heart. We chatted for ages
and it was just… so natural.
I was never going to be the same again.
Our relationship progressed quickly and was very physical. I was a fair few years older than her but I had no trouble keeping up, if you know what I mean. I loved every inch of her body with a passion I’d never experienced before. It was raw and real. I’d sit
watching her as she studied maps and reference books about climbing. Every so
often she’d glance up and catch me staring and she’d just smile, climb into my
lap, and kiss me.
After Alice and I split—I won’t bore you with the details just yet,
let’s just say that she was a nasty piece of work who messed with my head and
broke my heart, more than once—I swore off love and all it entailed. I didn’t need a woman in my life. Or so I thought. But when I lost Mairi, it was like someone had ripped out ma heart and stamped on it whilst I watched. The pain was excruciating.
Physical, gut-twisting pain.
I felt sure they’d gotten it wrong. She went to K2 with experienced
climbers. She was an experienced mountaineer too. It’d been her dream for so long. I wasn’t about to stand in her way, and the thought that she may not come back never even entered my head.
Not being able to say goodbye was the worst thing. The small memorial
service we held was devoid of emotion. It was as if her friends and family were
in some kind of denial.
I think I was too.
Thinking back to the morning she left for the trip broke my heart, but I
couldn’t stop myself.
June 2010
Her long, titian curls fanned out on the pillow beside me and she smiled
as she slept. She was exposed to me from the waist up and I lay there on my
side, willing her to awaken. I wasn’t going to see her for months and I wanted
to get my fill whilst I still could. I gently stroked her chin, down between
her creamy bare breasts to her navel. It was cruel but I wanted her to open her
eyes. Instead she whacked my hand away and muttered expletives. I burst out
laughing, trying my best to do it quietly but failing miserably.
She picked up one of the spare pillows and hit me on the head with it,
making me chuckle again. “Gregory McBradden, you’re a total shit. I was having
a really sexy dream,” she whined, eyes still closed.
I leaned in. With my mouth next to her ear, I whispered, “Open your eyes
and let’s make your dream come true, love.” That got her every time. Goose
bumps pricked her skin and she moaned. Her eyes sprang open and she pounced on
me, pushing me onto my back and straddling my waist.
God, she was so beautiful.
I gazed up at her. Her pert breasts begging for my touch. I was already
hard, but seeing her like this did something to my insides and brought out the
animalistic side of me. I gripped her hips as I inhaled a deep breath, trying
my best to calm the furnace raging beneath my skin. As she bent to take my
mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, her hair cascaded to my chest. Our tongues
slipped and slid together in an erotic dance, and every nerve in my body sprang
to life just for her. Every fibre of my being was drawn to her; needed her.
I swept the hair back from her face and fixed my eyes on hers.
“Do you know how much I love you, Mairi? Do you know how much I’m going
to miss you when you’re gone? It doesn’t matter how far apart we are. You’re
still in here,” I said, touching my head. “And in here.” I touched my chest
over my heart. She stared silently at me for a moment and then closed her eyes.
A tear slipped down her cheek and I caught it with my thumb. “Hey, what’s
wrong?”
She inhaled deeply. “Nothing. I’m just… really nervous about the whole
trip. K2 has been my dream for so long, but now… I’m terrified. What if I’m not
fit enough? What if I can’t do it, Greg?”
I slid my calloused hands up her smooth, taut thighs where they gripped
me, to the dip between her hip and waist as my eyes followed the journey of my
fingers. I swallowed hard at the feel of her muscles tightening under my
caress, and my breath caught in my throat as I replied, “Come on, love, you are fit enough and strong enough. You’ve been working towards this for so long, how could you not be? You’re bound to be nervous. But you’re fulfilling a dream, and there’s not many folk can say
they’ve done that. You’ll be fine. Absolutely fine. But I might not be.” I
stuck out my bottom lip, trying to lighten the mood. “My heart might break into
a million pieces when I’m left here by mysel’. What will I do?”
She bent and kissed my nose. And then with a sexy smile, she smoothed
her hands down my chest and it was my turn to shiver.
“You’ll have to dream of me naked on top of you like this, and that’ll
cheer you up.” She rolled her hips, making me bite my lip.
I inhaled deeply. “Aye, I suppose it will. But having you back here
again so I can do this again…” In one sweep of my arms I had her beneath me, my
body between her silky thighs. I sank into her, pleasure radiating from where
we were joined. “… is what I’ll be looking forward to.”
A breathy moan escaped through her full lips. She closed her eyes as she
welcomed me in and slipped her arms around my neck. I kissed her everywhere I
could reach, taking each nipple into my mouth slowly and nibbling on the little
buds as they tightened. Gasping, she fixed her eyes on mine as I moved deep
within her.
Overwhelming emotions ripped through me as I made love to her. My Mairi.
I took in every sensation and every look; my heart aching at the thought of
being apart from her for so long. As she pulsed around me and her orgasm took
her soaring off into the stratosphere, I kept my gaze locked on hers, hoping I
was conveying everything through my eyes that I couldn’t put into words, and I
followed soon after.
Afterwards, we lay there in each other’s arms for what felt like hours.
I was unwilling to let her go, telling myself I’d hold her for a few minutes
more. When she eventually withdrew from my embrace, I lay back and fought the
fears niggling deep within me.
Stupid fears.
What if she meets someone who’s more her age? What if she meets someone
who loves climbing the way she does? What if she doesn’t miss me as much as I
miss her? What if she loves it so much out there that she decides to stay? What
if? What if? What fucking if?
A couple of hours later we set off to the airport, and for the first
part of the journey we both sat in silent contemplation. There were so many
things I wanted to say, but the words never came and I cursed myself for being
so fucking useless at expressing myself.
Luckily, she knew what I was like. I’d spent the day before looking for
songs to express how I felt and I’d made a CD. The silence in the car was
deafening and so I reached over and hit play. I made eye contact with her for a
few moments as the opening chords to “I Will Remember You” by Ryan Cabrera
filled the small space between us. Turning my eyes back to the road, I saw her
in my peripheral vision, wiping her eyes as her lip trembled.
At the airport I pulled her into my arms and held her against my chest.
I knew she must have felt the rapid pounding of my heart as we stood inside the
terminal. Tears threatened. My eyes were desperate to give them up, but I tried
so hard not to make the situation more difficult than it already was.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled away and gazed into her emerald eyes
one last time.
My voice wavered as I told her, “I’m not going to say goodbye because I
hate that word and we’ll be back together before you know it anyway. So I’m
going to say have a great time and stay safe. And know that I’ll be thinking of
you every moment whilst you’re gone.”
Pulling me toward her, she kissed me with a ferocity that took my breath
away. I fisted my hands in her hair and returned the kiss with equal passion.
When I eventually pulled away, I cupped her face in my hands and stroked the
apples of her cheeks with my thumbs. “It’s just a few months, love. Go and show
’em what you’re made of, eh?”
She nodded and gripped my hands where they lay on her skin. Relentless
tears spilled from her eyes as she let go and turned to walk away. All my fears
bubbled to the surface once again and I couldn’t hold back. “I love you, Mairi.
And one day I want to marry you!” I shouted.
As soon as the words left my mouth I clamped it shut.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
We’d never discussed marriage before. But I have a tendency to say
what’s on my mind without thinking about the consequences, and this was one of
those times. I was filled with dread. Had I just given her a ticket to
Get-Out-Ville? Again, fuck! My heart hammered like it was trying to do a
fucking runner and my mouth went dry.
The people around us stopped and stared.
Mairi halted in her tracks and I froze. She turned to face me, her mouth
open in what I can only describe as utter, mind-frying shock. I swallowed hard,
my mind racing to find something to say to take the words back. But a beautiful
smile appeared on her face. She ran toward me and flung her arms around my
neck, her legs around my waist. Everyone around us applauded as I hugged her
into my body before letting her go and setting her down again. With one last
heart-melting smile she stroked my cheek, turned, and walked away.

 

 

Cover Reveal: A Gift for Chloe

 

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 4, 2014
Digital ISBN-10:1631120662 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-066-4
 
A Gift for Chloe
Her carefully ordered world is turning
upside down…
Linda is the one who holds her family together. She’s an absolute rock—at least, she was until her daughter announced her pregnancy (wait, isn’t 40 way too young to become a grandmother?) and delivered the news that the baby has Down syndrome.
Now she finds herself standing in the middle of a bookstore, floundering to regain her equilibrium as her carefully ordered world tumbles willy-nilly around her. Instead of making a relatively simple decision about which book to buy, she’s spent an hour waffling between two titles and trying (and failing) to come to grips with this new reality she hasn’t had nearly enough chance to prepare for.  It’s not that she hasn’t already fallen head over heels in love with baby Chloe, but this is
something she’s not equipped to handle—she can’t even choose a self-help book on the subject, for goodness’ sake.
Her friends and the medical professionals blithely insist she’ll forget all about special needs the moment she sees her grandchild for the first time. Even the too-good-to-be-true, optimistic fellow customer she encounters in the aisle of the bookstore seems to think she’s worried over nothing.

 

This handsome stranger is obviously compassionate and knows a lot about Downs, but Linda is in no way interested in striking up a conversation with him, let alone a friendship, no matter how intriguing he is… until he performs a random act of kindness she can’t ignore.

Intensive

Have you ever had a child or loved one in intensive care?

My youngest son had his first ambulance ride within five hours of being born and was admitted to intensive care less than thirty minutes later. The experience was intense to say the least. I spent most of the next few days sitting by his crib, willing him to get better.

My new book, A Painted Room was inspired by these events and draws on many of my memories from that time. You can find out more about my book at: http://bit.ly/Abela

Cover Reveal: Vivian (The Three Mrs Munroes)

 
Genre Contemporary Romance
Vivian Book three of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: September 18, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120425 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-042-8
Print ISBN-10: 1631120433 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-043-5
 
From loss breeds new beginnings
Vivian Monroe had been jaded. Her husband’s death only compounded the lies she’d only
come to learn about.
Clayton North knows a thing or two about loss. He figured it was fate for him to meet
Vivian Monroe. He’ll take on the challenge of helping her mend her heart.

 

Midst new friendships and new romance, Vivian must let go of her pain and face the
woman who helped Adam Monroe weave his deceptive web.

The First Chapter of “A Painted Room”

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction, Family Life
Release Date: August 7, 2014
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-055-8 ISBN 10: 1631120557
Print ISBN 13:978-1-63112-056-5 ISBN 10: 1631120565

THE BLURB

A Painted Room

The best day in a parent’s life turns into the worst.

For expectant parents, the origins of a new life are usually accompanied by excitement, anticipation and just a touch of anxiety about the future. There are classes to attend, prams to buy, and of course, the baby’s room has to be painted.

This description fits Gary and Melinda quite nicely – except Gary hasn’t painted the baby’s room yet. He finally gets around to starting the job, but Melinda’s water breaks before he finishes the first coat.

From there, the situation rapidly deteriorates. Their baby, Justin, is born via caesarean. Shortly after the birth Justin experiences breathing difficulties and is transferred to intensive care a few hours later.

The story follows Gary over a tumultuous few days as Justin
undergoes emergency treatment. Gary and Melinda quickly discover that when a
baby’s life is on the line, it doesn’t really matter whether or not you have a
painted room.

CHAPTER ONE

Melinda waddled into the bedroom, looked at the display on the luminous alarm clock and frowned. Shaking her head, she trudged across the room and pulled herself slowly onto
the bed, wincing as her back registered its habitual protest.
She looked down at her body, an expression of displeasure crossing her pretty face. A couple of varicose veins featured prominently on her once smooth and unblemished legs.
She removed the chain from around her neck and unthreaded the wedding band. Holding the ring in one hand, she tried to place it on her swollen ring finger first then her pinkie, but could not get past the first knuckle with either of them. Shaking her head, she replaced the ring on the chain. Her pajama top stretched tightly over her eight-month belly. She tried to pull the top down to cover the exposed band of skin at the bottom of her tummy, and snorted in disgust when it sprang back, once again revealing her stretch marks.
Melinda picked up a piece of paper from the bedside table and examined it closely. It did not give her any more joy than the sight of her pregnant body had. In fact, she scowled as she perused the paper.
It was a list of jobs.
A long list of jobs and only a few of them had been crossed out. The spare bedroom still needed to be cleaned out and painted. The cot required assembly and the plastic bags full of
nappies, bibs, clothes and toys still remained unsorted.
A leather bound diary lay on the bed. Melinda turned to the yearly planner page and placed her finger on a prominently circled date. She counted backwards, a week at a time on her fingers, stopping at four. She looked from the list to her fingers and back again with pursed lips. Reaching across to the alarm clock, she fiddled with the settings.
The jangle of keys at the front door interrupted her. She looked up expectantly, and then composed her features to remove any trace of welcome. The keys were dropped, and a male
voice swore. The jangling resumed and the front door opened. Melinda sat back on the bed with her arms crossed and looked down at her watch. “It’s about time,” she greeted him icily.
“Hello to you too,” replied Gary.
“Don’t give me hello. Where have you been?”
“I just had a few boys with the drinks,” slurred Gary. “It’s not even midnight. Why are you upset?”
“Where do I begin?” asked Melinda. “For starters, you said you’d come straight home after soccer and empty the spare room.” She picked up the list and waved it at Gary, before
throwing it in the air in disgust. Gary’s vacant eyes followed the list, struggling to keep up with it as it floated gently to the floor. “You never called and told me where you were. I’ve been stuck at home, resting under doctor’s orders, not able to have a drink, not supposed to do anything, bored and uncomfortable. All the while, you’re gallivanting around the country side,
getting drunk with your mates.”
Gary threw his arms into the air. “I’ve been going out with the boys for years. I don’t know why it’s a problem all of a sudden.”
“Were you even listening to me?” pleaded Melinda, a solitary tear trickling down her cheek. “I can’t go out. I can’t occupy myself. I’m stuck at home alone. I need you here with
me.” She flicked the switch on the bedside lamp, sending the room into darkness. “I’m going to sleep.”
#
Gary groaned.
He fumbled and bashed the alarm clock which had jolted him out of an unsettled sleep. He half-opened one eye. The luminescent dials glowed brightly, searing into his glassy eyeball like a hot poker. His befuddled brain struggled to make sense of his surroundings. Was it Monday already? Surely not. It must be Sunday. But what could cause the alarm to go off at quarter to six?
Melinda looked across at him. “Morning dear,” she said in a loud and cheerful tone. “We’ve got a big day today.”
“A what?” Gary shook his head. “What on earth is going on? What are you talking about?”
“It’s Sunday. We’ve got a heap of jobs to do. You promised me we’d finish the painting today. And since we didn’t clear out the room yesterday afternoon, we’re going to have to get up early in order to finish.”
“Hold on a minute. Take it back to the start,” commanded Gary. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve woken me up at sparrow’s fart on a Sunday morning so I can empty the spare bedroom? You must be crazy. I’m going back to sleep.” He rolled over, pulling the pillow over his head and digging into the quilt. However, his pounding head and cardboard tongue prevented him from relaxing.
Another bout of beeping broke out, this time from across the room.
“I think that’s your phone dear,” suggested Melinda with just the hint of a smile. “Why don’t you get it?”
Gary groaned. “I can see I’m not going to get any more sleep this morning,” he grumbled as he stumbled out of bed.
Everything hurt. His legs and lower back were sore from the after-effects of the previous day’s soccer match, his right foot throbbed, and his head pounded as a result of his night on the town. “But I don’t think I’m going to be much good to anyone in this state.”
“It might be good for you,” suggested Melinda. “You’ll need some practice operating in a
sleep-deprived state for when the baby comes.”
“I’d rather put off the practice and just cope with it when the time comes.”
“How about this for a deal?” asked Melinda. “It’s the best offer you’re likely to get all day. If you go and get started on the bedroom, I’ll whip up some bacon and eggs for breakfast. I’ll chuck in a couple of Beroccas as well. That’ll get you into the day, and hopefully we’ll get the things done we need to.”
“I might need to take something before I start,” admitted Gary. “However, I did promise to do the painting, so I’ll take you up on your offer.” He paused. “I’m sorry for last night as well. I did mean to come home straight after soccer. But I scored the winning goal and now we’re in the Grand Final. The boys pestered me to come out. I was just going to have one drink but once I got there, I couldn’t say no. I drank one, and then someone else put another drink in front of me.” He walked to Melinda’s side of the bed, knelt down and took her hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t come home on time. I’m sorry I didn’t call you to let you know where I
was, and I’m sorry I didn’t clean the baby’s room last night. I’ll try to make up for it today, even if it kills me.”
“By the look of you, it might actually do that,” laughed Melinda.
#
Gary looked at the results of his work with pride. Despite feeling sore and lethargic, he had worked diligently and made large inroads into his task of cleaning the spare room in preparation for painting. Most of the cleared debris stemmed from the numerous holidays taken over their nine years together. A pile of suitcases, photo albums and souvenirs from all corners of the globe stood in a neat pile in the hallway, ready to be placed in the attic.
He smiled at Melinda as he entered the kitchen. “Brekkie smells good. The room’s looking good too. Another half hour and I think we’ll be ready for painting, so there’s no reason I shouldn’t get this done today.”
Melinda returned his smile warmly as she carried his steaming plate to the table. “That sounds great. It’ll be a big load off my mind.”
Gary picked up his knife and fork. “Nothing but the best for you, my dear.” He tucked ravenously into the food on his plate. “This is good. It really hits the spot. Even though
I’ve made some good progress this morning, I think I was running on empty.”
“Eat up then,” said Melinda. “You’ve got a busy day in front of you.”
He looked at her curiously. “I know it’s an important job, although I’m not sure I understand why you’re so keen to get it done today. We’ve still got a few weeks to go.”
“There are no guarantees about the timing – the baby could come tomorrow.” She patted her bulging belly. “Looking at the size of me, it’s hard to imagine I could get much bigger. And besides, there are lots of other jobs that are waiting on this one. Now that I’ve finished work, I can potter around during the week in my own time and apply the finishing touches.”
Gary looked at her with concern. “Don’t forget that Dr. Downing said you have to take it easy. After all, that’s the reason you’ve finished work. You’re meant to be putting your feet up to ensure your blood pressure doesn’t rise any further.”
“The biggest thing that’s likely to have an impact on my blood pressure is if you don’t finish the painting.” Melinda smiled to show that she joked, although Gary could tell there was a degree of truth in the statement. “If I wait for you, the jobs will never get done. I won’t push myself. Even if I only spend an hour or two a day, I’ll be able to keep myself occupied plus continue to get ready.”
“Not long to go now,” said Gary. “Your blood pressure will drop, your belly will disappear and things will go back to normal.”
Melinda raised an eyebrow. “Back to normal? Are you joking?” She circled until she was opposite Gary and leaned forward with both hands on the table. “The changes are just about to start. Life as we know it will never be the same once this little bundle pops out.”
“How hard can it be?” Gary dipped the last piece of toast into the remains of his egg yolk and scoffed it down. “Sure, we might be sleep-deprived for a while, but that never hurt anyone.” He yawned. “Well, not much anyway. People have been having babies for thousands of years, and doing it without any of the modern conveniences we have. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“That’s not what my girlfriends tell me,” commented Melinda. “They divide their lives into two – Before Baby and After Baby – and if they are to be believed, there is no comparison between the two.”
Gary stood, wiping his mouth. “I’m sure we’ll be able to cope,” he said as he turned and walked back to the bedroom.
#
Melinda dragged the sheet across the floor in an attempt to cover the carpet before Gary could spill any paint on it. He looked at her. “Sit down, love. You need to rest and leave me to paint.”
Melinda looked up. “I’m happy for you to do the painting. Just make sure you keep the floor covered.”
“No problem, Melinda. I’m going fine. Just relax. You can sit there and watch if you like.”
Melinda smiled at Gary. A surge of affection rose unbidden within her. Gary looked like a big kid, dressed in his daggiest tracksuit pants and a faded Billy Joel t-shirt. Blobs of paint were in evidence everywhere – on his shirt, on his pants and even one large smear across his left cheek. His thinning black hair was dishevelled and his paint-smudged face managed to simultaneously convey expressions of impish mischievousness and gentle concern.
Melinda sank into the large, padded armchair purchased for night feeds. She rested her feet on a convenient paint tin and eased her neck and head into the back of the chair.
The long, slow strokes of the roller travelling up and down the wall possessed a strangely hypnotic quality. She sat in silence, her eyes following the roller’s progress as it transformed the wall from a dull peach to a light and airy green.
“You look like you’re falling asleep,” observed Gary.
Melinda sat up with a start. “Sorry – just day-dreaming, remembering how long it took to get pregnant.”
“I kind of miss those days,” said Gary. “Too much was never enough.”
Melinda laughed. “As I recall, you were doing it pretty tough. In fact -”
Melinda paused mid-sentence. She touched her thighs with her hands and sat up straight in her chair. She looked down at the ground.
“In fact what?” A look of concern crossed Gary’s face. “Are you all right?”
“I’m all wet. I think my waters have broken.”

New Cover: Fatal Jealousy

 Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
 
Genre: Fiction, General, African American, Mystery & Detective,
Romance
 
Release Date: January 3, 2013
 
 
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-23-3 
           ISBN 10: 1939217237

 

 
 
 
 
Fatal Jealousy
Twins Ellsa and Ellie are completely different in character,
personality, taste and interests. Apart from the striking resemblance to each
other, they share the one thing siblings shouldn’t…. the same taste in men.
They keep falling for the same man, creating a quiet rivalry
between them. Determined not to let a man come between them ever again, Ellie
and Ellsa agree to stay away from each others relationships. But when they meet
Dale Carson, an FBI agent and a bachelor, their love lives are turned upside down. 
But they aren’t the only ones taken by the rogue. His
partner and long time lover, Gwen Johansson, also called dibs.
Carson is interested in only one of them. He is pulled by
Ellie’s passion for love and art, and most importantly, him. What starts as a
sexual chase, ends with his permanent retirement from bachelorhood.
But their love story is not a smooth one.
Carson’s day job comes knocking on his front door and before he knows it, his whole world is ripped apart.
Out of all the possible suspects, Ellie has the most evidence stacked up against her. She is implicated in the brutal murders of her ex-boyfriends, and Carson is faced with the horror of arresting the love of his life. With two suspects of his own, he is convinced she is being set up, but he has no way of proving it.
 
 
 
Bio for Christina OW:

I love reading novels that take me on a ride of wild emotions. Books have always been an escape for
me, for a few hours I love to live the lives of characters I grow to cherish and admire. I’ve always had an active imagination and because of it I’ve lived in my head more than I have been in the outside world. I’ve always imagined scenarios and wondered how it would turn out in the end, and what kind of emotions it would invoke. I began writing down the many stories in my head in
2010.

I have a Diploma in Law and I’m currently in my last year for my BA in International Studies.
Writing was never a career path for me it was just a release as fashion design is my true passion,
and now writing has become a vital part of me and my family as my twin sister (M.O.) is also a writer.
I hope to always continue with my love of writing no matter what the future holds for me.
 
 
Author Contact Info:
Facebook:
Christina OW
Twitter: @christina_ow
 
 
Excerpt from Fatal Jealousy:
“Hi.”
Ellsa turned to the man. He was one of the few men she liked at this thing. Who knew
speed dating was so boring. If they’d thrown in a few rich men then she’d have
something to talk to them about. She didn’t care about their children, ex-wives
and their pathetic struggle to amount to something. She wasn’t a shrink!
These guys were more Ellie’s speed. She didn’t care what the guy had, just the man’s
character. For Ellsa, if she couldn’t have love, she had no problem with the
bank account. Love had never been kind to her.
But this guy seemed to have both. “Hi.”
He smiled shyly, “Hi. My name is Elvis Banks.”
Banks? Cliché but I can live with that. “I remember. I’m Ellsa Jabari.” She said
flirtatiously.
“Would you like some more wine?” He offered nervously.
The man had the looks and the money to back it, but he had no presence. He was
completely unsure of himself and probably easy to manipulate. She smiled, penthouse here I come! “No. I’m good. So how may I help you?”
He smiled, “You could write down a phone number for me.”
Ellsa pulled out her business card, “I hope this is your way of asking me out on a
date?”
He took the card and glanced at it, “Actually I was hoping you’d give me your
sister’s number.” He turned to where she was. She was holding a bottle of beer
and laughing with the bartender. “She wouldn’t give it to me.”
Ellsa turned away from him, beyond annoyed! “Too bad, I don’t have it.”
 
 
 
 
 

New Release: Amelia

 
 
 
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Amelia Book one of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: July 31, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120387 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-038-1
Print ISBN-10: 1631120395 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-039-8
Purchase link : http://www.5princebooks.com/buy-links.html
 
From loss breeds new opportunity.
Amelia Monroe had felt the sharp pain from the loss of a soldier before—Adam Monroe’s death didn’t have that same effect.
Sam Jackson had one job—deliver Adam Monroe’s revised will. Even he couldn’t have anticipated that he’d be entangled in the web of lies his client had woven.
Doing what is right had been inbred in Amelia. She’d planned to say her goodbyes and start fresh. Staying in Adam’s small town with his other lies, that wasn’t part of her plan.
 
 
About the Author:

Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part
of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its
release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The
married mother of five sons promises Happily Ever After always…and says
she can write it, because she lives it.
When not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly
hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from
her front step. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree
black belt in Tang Soo Do.
A chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011,
5 Prince Publishing, so that she could publish the books she liked to
write and help make the dreams of other aspiring authors come true too.
How to reach Bernadette Marie
@writesromance on Twitter
 
 
Excerpt of Amelia:
Chapter One
God she was miserable
Amelia Monroe rolled up the window on her Ford
Blazer as she turned down the dirt road which led to the small church. She’d
only been to Parson’s Gulch, Oklahoma once, and she certainly hadn’t been privy
to its back roads.
No, her husband Adam didn’t want anything to do
with the small town—and now she knew why.
She pulled into the lot of the small church and
her heart began to race and a pain in her chest forced her to suck in a deep
breath. She’d filed for divorce three months ago. Adam Monroe had lied to her
for two years. There had been so much more to him and she’d failed to see it.
Now she sat in her truck, the heat suffocating
her, as she watched his other wife and their two children climb from the black
limousine and walk into the church.
The bastard had been married, with a family,
long before he and Amelia had met. That was the end of her marriage. In that
moment, she’d even contemplated killing him, but that wasn’t how she did
things—she was just angry.
Amelia Monroe had been raised to think calmly
and use her words to fight, not her hands—though she could. She was plenty
capable of killing the man. She was a trained martial artist. There were
hundreds of ways she could have taken him down.
There had been no need to do that though. A land
mine in Iraq had ended his life.
She sucked back tears as she thought about it.
Damn it, he might have been a bastard, but she’d loved him. His death wasn’t
what she’d wanted—not really anyway.
She’d just wanted him to suffer for
his lies and his deceptions. She didn’t want him to be taken from his
children—now that she knew he had them.
But here she was at the funeral of
her husband and she’d opted to not be singled out. There would be no front pew
in the church. She didn’t want a flag or a limo. It would be better off if no
one knew she was here.
She’d made the trek for peace of
mind and, well, he was her husband. The fact that the attorney wanted to meet
with her and Adam’s other wife after the funeral also had pushed her to attend.
After all, there was a lot to sort out.
Well, Amelia wasn’t one to run.
She’d hold her chin high and she’d face the woman Adam had lied to first. The
children were only four and two. She wouldn’t do anything to upset them. There
wasn’t a need for it. Besides, she knew one thing that the other woman didn’t.
The day was only going to get worse.
In the front pew of the church sat
Adam’s first wife, her children and what Amelia would assume were her parents.
On the other side were his parents.
She’d never met them, but she
recognized them from pictures. In fact, only until five months ago she was
under the impression they were both dead.
She took a deep breath and let it
out slowly as she sat down in the back pew of the church.
A man in a gray tailored suit stood
at the end of the pew. “Are you Amelia?”
She held her breath. This wasn’t
what she wanted. She didn’t want anyone to know who she was. With a slow nod
she acknowledged that she was indeed Amelia.
“Sam Jackson, Adam’s attorney.”
The man extended his hand and she
shook it. The tension in her shoulders began to slide away. At least this man
carried as many secrets with him as she did.
“Do you mind if I sit with you? I
don’t know anyone else.”
Amelia moved over and Sam sat down
next to her. “You don’t know Vivian?” she whispered and nodded toward Adam’s
other wife.
“No. My business with Adam was
mostly done in Oklahoma City. I never met his wife. Wives.” He gritted his teeth.
“Sorry.”
Amelia clasped her hands in her lap.
“Not as sorry as I am.”
The small church had filled. The
mourners were obviously from the community and had probably known Adam since he
was a child. Many had gone to the front and hugged his mother and Vivian. The
children, one on each side, stayed close to her.
As the pastor spoke to the
congregation, Amelia’s eyes were glued to the casket draped with an American
flag. She hadn’t seen Adam in months. The last time they’d spoken, they’d
fought. She’d told him she’d wanted a divorce and he argued with her over it.
He said it had all been a big mistake, but she knew that was a lie.
Oh, she’d hoped he’d pay for what he
did. This, however, wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
She lowered her head and wiped her
hand across her forehead.
Sam bent his head down. “Are you
alright?”
She nodded. “I’m fine. It’s just a
bit warm in here.”
The funeral was almost over when another woman
walked through the door. She looked frazzled as if she’d taken that first dirt
road and not the second, which Amelia had been warned about.
She’d been crying—a lot. Sam nodded
to Amelia to scoot down and then signaled to the woman to sit next to him. She
finally did so.
Amelia looked over at the woman who
now was sobbing uncontrollably. She’d like to have cried over him like that
too. Wasn’t the widow of a man supposed to be in the front row of the church?
Wasn’t the widow of a U.S. solider supposed to know that she’d married an
honorable man? Wasn’t…
She let out a long breath as the
pastor walked toward Adam’s other wife and gave her a hug.
There was no reason to cause a
scene. Sam was Adam’s attorney. He was the only reason Amelia had made the
trip. Obviously, Adam thought enough to have left her something and that’s why
she was here.
She wasn’t one to point fingers and
make others mad, that was why she’d asked for a divorce. She wasn’t the kind of
woman to show up on Vivian Monroe’s doorstep and tell her that her husband of
ten years had been married to her for two years. What good would that have done
for his children?
Amelia watched as Vivian’s daughter
clung to her and her other daughter was held by her grandfather. Anger was
quickly creeping into the areas that mourning hadn’t filled. How could Adam
have done this to his children?
The pall bearers stood as the pastor
began to walk down the aisle. They carried the casket in a procession and his
wife, children, and family followed.
As Vivian reached the back of the
church she turned her head and gave Amelia a very knowing glance. One that said
you don’t belong here.
Sam touched her arm. “Are you sure
you’re okay?”
“I wish you wouldn’t have asked me to be here.”
“I appreciate it,” he said as the
woman next to him began to sob even harder.
Sam turned to her. “Ma’am, are you
going to be okay?”
The woman, with her blonde curls
bouncing every time she tried to suck in a breath, shook her head. “Was that
his wife? His other wife?”
Amelia felt a pain shoot through her
chest. She leaned across, in front of Sam as the other mourners left the
church, and looked the woman in her bloodshot eyes.
“Are you Penelope?” she asked
through gritted teeth and the woman slowly nodded.
Amelia sat back against the pew as
the church emptied out and crossed her arms over her chest.
The first Mrs. Monroe had escorted
her husband out of the church.
The second Mrs. Monroe was hidden in
the back, as if she hadn’t existed.
 
And the third Mrs. Monroe had walked in late.

Cover Reveal: Penelope

Some
men keep secrets…Adam Monroe kept three.
 
Genre Contemporary Romance:
Penelope Book two of The Three Mrs. Monroes
Release Date: July 31, 2014
Digital ISBN-10: 1631120409 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-040-4
Print ISBN-10: 1631120417 ISBN-13: 978-1-63112-041-1
 
 
From loss breeds new life.
Penelope Monroe married on impulse and her heart had been broken by Adam Monroe’s lies. Pregnant she wonders how she will survive, alone, with her baby.
Brock Romero held Adam Monroe when he died in combat. Now released from the Army he makes it his priority to find Adam’s wife and share with her his last words.

 

On the verge of making the same mistake twice, Penelope must trust her
heart—especially when new lies are uncovered.