Friday, 27 December 2019

A Bride for Lord Redfield by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 1

A Bride for Lord Redfield


Arabella Sheen

A risquรฉ regency romp enjoyed by both servants and masters as love and passion is discovered―above and below stairs―in his lordship’s household.

Chapter 1 – Emily


The hog was on the spit roasting, and Emily, who wished she was anywhere except standing at the kitchen fire basting a pig, was doing as ordered. She spooned the dripping juices and the spitting fat collecting in the tray back over the pig’s carcass. Her new cotton work dress with short leg-of-mutton sleeves, although protected by her apron, was becoming visibly splattered by grease marks.
The heat made her sweat, and knowing she had to stay clean for her work above stairs, she longed to be away from the kitchen with all its dirt and grime.
Emily had too much to do to be standing idly saturating meat. She wasn’t a kitchen maid by trade; she was a housemaid. But Mrs. Jameson, the cook at Redfield House, was shorthanded this weekend, and without the housekeeper knowing, she had commandeered Emily to help below stairs.
“How you doing, Emily?” Mrs. Jameson asked over her shoulder. The cook was vigorously stirring a mixture for one of her specialties—a rich Madera cake. “You mind you cover that hog proper. We wouldn’t want the master to say the meat is dry, would we?”
Emily let out a deep sigh of frustration. “I’m trying my best, Mrs. Jameson. But I ought to be getting on with my own work. Molly won’t be able to cope upstairs without me. Mrs. Clements is short of staff today, and as Molly has been lent to us, temporarily like, she’s not familiar with how we do things here at Redfield House. She usually works on his lordship’s estate in Dorset, but she’s come to Tunbridge Wells to help with the ball.”
“Has she indeed?” said Mrs. Jameson.
“Molly’s only been with us a week, and she still can’t find her way around the house, let alone do all the cleaning she’s supposed to. I expect the wood has to be laid in the hearth and the furniture dusted in the morning room.”
Emily was thinking about the jobs she had yet to finish above stairs. The bedrooms had to be made ready for the weekend guests and the brass on the stairwell was to be polished until it gleamed. The carpet in the hall had also to be taken outside and beaten, and all was to be done before his lordship’s guests arrived that afternoon.
She would be lucky if Mrs. Jameson let her get away from the kitchen before noon. And if Mrs. Clements, the housekeeper, were to find out she had been skivvying for Mrs. Jameson below stairs, there would be hell to pay!
Mrs. Jameson and Mrs. Clements were always at loggerheads with one another, and any excuse to have an argument was looked for.
Emily had heard rumors that it was because of a falling out over Mr. Henderson, the butler. But she could be wrong. Old Mr. Henderson didn’t look the type to stir jealousy in anyone’s bosom, let alone the bosoms of two crotchety, bad-tempered women such as the cook and the housekeeper. Why, they must be nearly thirty, and Mr. Henderson at least forty, if not older.
One of the servants’ bells above the door rang. It was the bell for the breakfast room, which meant the mistress and master had finished breakfasting and were signaling for the table to be cleared.
“You’d best answer that, Emily,” said Mrs. Jameson while dusting the flour from her hands on her apron. “I can manage now. And Ruby will be here soon. She will help. And once she’s finished peeling the potatoes, I’ll set her to work on the dishes.”
Ruby was Mrs. Jameson’s niece and worked at Redfield House as a scullery maid washing pots and pans whenever Lady Redfield had guests for dinner or had planned a big event―like this weekend.
The kitchen, which was usually spick and span with gleaming brass pots dangling neatly on hooks or hanging from the rafters, was in a mess, and Emily knew Ruby would have her work cut out for her as she returned things to an orderly fashion.
Emily bobbed a curtsy. “Right then, Mrs. Jameson. I’ll get back to what I was doing if that’s all right with you. Thank goodness it isn’t every day that his lordship is about to pop the question. Everyone knows Lord Redfield needs a bride, but we’d never survive if he made a habit of having parties. Although, if truth be told, I’ve heard that he does make a habit of popping the question.”
“And how would a chit of a thing like you know that?” Mrs. Jameson asked with a frown.
“Well, a while back, I was in the laundry room collecting some clean bedsheets when I overheard Mr. Henderson say to Mrs. Clements that Lord Redfield was once engaged to Mrs. Greenwood. Mrs. Greenwood jilted his lordship and married his lordship’s best friend. That would be the gentleman Lord Redfield hunts with. And Mr. Henderson knows everything about his lordship because Mr. Henderson has been here forever. I heard there was a right ruckus. An elopement to Gretna Green, and duels, and—”
“That’s enough, young lady,” Mrs. Jameson said crossly. “I suspect you’re telling fibs. Why in the world would Mr. Henderson be in the laundry with Mrs. Clements? And besides, it’s not for you to be gossiping about your betters. Be thankful Lord Redfield wasn’t killed and that he survived the shooting. If he hadn’t, you would be out of a job.”
“So it is true,” said Emily, astonished. “There is a secret about―”
“Be off with you!” Mrs. Jameson said, wagging a finger in warning. “Up those stairs and get on with your work. Not another word about this. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Mrs. Jameson.” And making a speedy retreat, Emily left the kitchen.
She was eager to discover more about Lord Redfield and an elopement, but it seemed Mrs. Jameson had no inclination or time to gossip with a lowly housemaid.
Emily made her way to the breakfast room, and when she got there, she discovered the room was empty.
It was a light, bright room at the front of the house, and although the sun streamed in through tall, sash windows and was reflected in the wide, gilt mirrors, it was too early in the day for the room to have lost its morning nip. A small fire was lit in the hearth in an effort to make the room warm, but all Emily could think of was that once the logs had burnt down and the embers had cooled off, the grate would have to be cleaned and fresh firewood laid in readiness for tomorrow.
Emily guessed Lord Redfield and his mother had gone through into the morning room. Lord Redfield, to read his morning papers, and Lady Redfield, to write her letters.
She had no idea where Molly was, and only hoped the morning room had been left in a tidy state before Lord and Lady Redfield had entered. All the housework and cleaning was supposed to be done early before the master and mistress were from their bedchambers. And if Mrs. Clements discovered Molly was still busy dusting when his lordship wanted to use the room, the housekeeper would be furious.
Clearing the breakfast dishes and salvers from the table, Emily loaded them into a service hatch in the wall. The hatches worked on a pulley system, hoisting and lowering food as it was needed back and forth to the kitchen. It saved carrying things up the servants’ stairs at the rear of the house and it also prevented the food from getting cold.
Still busy loading the lift, and on the point of pressing a button to send the lift and its contents downstairs, Emily heard the door to the breakfast room open and close.
Thinking it was Mrs. Clements come to check on her, Emily turned and was about to explain why she was late in clearing the room, when she saw it was not Mrs. Clements, but Robert, the footman.
“You scared me, Robert,” she said, putting her hand to her breast as if to slow its rapid beating. “I thought you were Mrs. Clements, or worse, Lady Redfield returning for her shawl.” Emily pointed to a fringed, silk shawl that was draped over the back of a chair. Lady Redfield had forgotten to take the shawl with her to the morning room.
“No, it’s only me, I’m afraid.” Robert smiled. It was a sassy smile that bordered on the flirtatious and playful. “I’ve missed seeing you about the place this morning and wondered where you’ve been hiding.”
Robert, although only a footman, was well liked by Lord Redfield. And it was whispered that Robert might be asked to leave Tunbridge Wells and work at Lord Redfield’s country seat in Dorset.
Redfield House was an excellently sized town house for a grand gentleman such as Lord Redfield, but it was nothing when compared to Redfield Manor and all its acreage. At the Manor, a footman would have plenty of opportunity to rise in rank, unlike the prospects offered when working at Redfield House. Competition for promotion was always fierce between servants, especially amongst the men. And the chance of Mr. Henderson retiring in the near future was remote. It would be a shame if Robert were to leave; she would miss him greatly. But she could understand that he would wish to do so as the promotion and the extra earnings would be most welcome.
“I haven’t been hiding,” Emily protested. She didn’t want it said that she was work shy. “Mrs. Jameson grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go. I was only saved from turning that smelly hog on the spit when the bell rang to say breakfast was over.”
“So…Mrs. Jameson grabbed you, did she?” Robert shortened the distance between them and reached out. “Was it like this, or was it like this?”
Before Emily knew what had happened, Robert had caught her around the waist and pulled her close, planting kiss after brutal kiss upon her lips.
She struggled, but it was to no avail. He was strong. And as he pushed her back against the wall, she felt one of his legs slip between the folds of her dress, pressing against her thighs. He was spreading her legs apart.
“Let me go, Robert,” she whispered in a hushed tone when she could free her mouth from his. “Don’t. We mustn’t. Someone might come in.”
She twisted in his grasp, but he held her tight.

A Bride for Lord Redfield
Copyright © 2019, Arabella Sheen
ISBN: 9781949300277
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Electronic Publication: February 2019
Editor: Lynne Sully
Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs

eBooks are not transferable. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations in articles and reviews.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

About Arabella Sheen

Arabella Sheen is a British author of contemporary romance and likes nothing more than the challenge of starting a new novel with fresh ideas and inspiring characters.
One of the many things Arabella loves to do is to read. And when she’s not researching or writing about romance, she is either on her allotment sowing and planting with the seasons or she is curled on the sofa with a book, while pandering to the demands of her attention seeking cat.
Having lived and worked in the Netherlands as a theatre nurse for nearly twenty years, she now lives in the south west of England with her family.
Arabella hopes her readers have as much pleasure from her romance stories as she has in writing them.

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A Bride for Lord Redfield

Book Blurb: A Bride for Lord Redfield

A risquรฉ regency romp enjoyed by both servants and masters as love and passion is discovered―above and below stairs―in his lordship’s household.

At Redfield House, everyone is busy with preparations for a ball, and rumor is rife in the servants’ quarters that the master is about to propose.
Lord Thomas Redfield realizes the time has come for him to take a wife and that this duty can no longer be delayed. The only trouble is…he isn’t sure the desire he once felt for Catherine, the woman he was previously betrothed to, is over and a new life with Rosalinda can begin.
Can Lord Redfield take Miss Rosalinda Mills for his wife, and will she agree to an engagement knowing he could still be in love with Catherine?
As the weekend unfolds and the fun begins, a bevy of illicit encounters are enjoyed between maids, footmen, grooms, and guests, while his lordship inwardly struggles with the problem of finding a wife.

Content Warning: contains passionate, sensual love scenes

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Tuesday, 24 December 2019

Merry Christmas...And A Happy 2020

๐ŸŽ…To all my readers and author friends for contributing toward this blog throughout the year...your comments and posts have been much appreciated...and read. ๐Ÿ’“ 
Thank you for your interest and also for sharing. ๐ŸŽ…

๐ŸŽ… Merry Christmas ๐ŸŽ…
and a
Happy New Year

Friday, 20 December 2019

Blinded by Desire by Arabella Sheen - EXCERPT 6


Blinded by Desire

Arabella Sheen

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Is Jason ready to give love a chance, and can he capture Beth’s heart?

Jason Andre is a successful billionaire architect who thinks he can get what he wants when he wants.
Beth Ashton is a feisty redhead with an up-and-coming career as a landscape designer. And she wants nothing to do with Jason.
From the outset, sparks fly between them. She excites him and he infuriates her.
When Jason’s light aircraft crashes and he loses his sight, Beth steps in and does exactly what she promised she wouldn’t do…she works for him.

Are Beth and Jason destined to love or is passion and desire the only thing on offer?

Chapter Two - Excerpt 6

With difficulty, Beth managed to stop Charles from walking with her to the lodge house. It had been a struggle, but eventually, Charles had got the message.
Entering the lodge, she almost fell over the luggage she’d packed earlier that day. Her weekend bags were standing in the hall, and at that moment, she had the urge to grab her belongings and make a run for it…before it was too late.
All she wanted to do was scurry back to her home in Devon, and never return to Clifton Hall. She longed for the safety and security of her own home. If she stayed much longer, she was bound to become entangled in the decisions Jason had to make, and then there would be no turning back. She knew Jason wouldn’t let her go.
What was it he’d said that evening? “If you work for me, you will have to call me Jason.” And against her will, she’d called him by his given name.
It seemed Jason Andre knew what he wanted and how to get it. But Beth decided he wouldn’t be getting her. She wasn’t available, at any price.

* * * *

The library walls were lined from floor to ceiling with volumes of thick leather bound books. Two Chesterfield sofas and several high-backed winged armchairs were dotted about the place. And near the French windows, which looked out onto the grounds of Clifton Hall, stood a chunky roll-top desk, with a laptop computer, along with several rolls of papers in readiness for the morning’s work ahead.
Beth had been waiting for Jason to make an appearance, and as he entered the room, the force of his personality was instantly tangible. He radiated energy. And making his way toward her, he was like a panther prowling in the jungle, searching for his prey.
Beth felt nervous. She had no idea why her stomach was churning, but it was.
“You’re early,” Jason said. And as he zoned in on her, he looked around, and asked, “What…isn’t Charles with you?”
There was a hint of contempt in his voice which he hadn’t made an effort to conceal.
Jason towered above her. He seemed tense and on edge. And she suspected he was sporting for a fight, and aiming for a battle, but she had no idea why.
Was Jason remembering the way Charles had followed her to the lodge house last night? And did he think Charles had stayed with her, and that they had spent a hot, passionate night in her bed…making love?
If that was the case, then Jason was wrong. It wasn’t a night of passion that had given her renewed energy and a feeling of glowing radiance; it was simply a sound night’s sleep, alone, and in her own bed. After working a long, hard week on the estate, Beth had finally managed to catch up on the hours of sleep she had missed.
Excitement was pulsing through her veins, and she was eager to get started. The idea of spending a morning working with a renowned architect was exhilarating; and just the sight of him had got the adrenaline flowing, and her heart beating faster.
Beth rubbed her moist palms of her hands along the sides of her curved hips, and as she did so, she saw Jason’s eyes follow her movements.
“I’ll let you return to Charles as soon as possible,” he told her with a sneer of contempt in his voice. “And…when we finish working on my designs, and if you play your cards right, perhaps there will still be time for you to go to the barn dance with him.”
“Actually, it was an agricultural show,” she informed him. “But I won’t be going, and if I might add…I don’t rely on Charles to act as my escort. It‘s kind of you to think I need someone to take me out…but let me assure you, I can look after myself―Mr. Andre.”
Beth was puzzled and annoyed that Jason thought she would be going anywhere with Charles. And it was obvious Jason believed they were having an affair.
“You’re still calling me, Mr. Andre,” Jason reminded her. “I thought we agreed you would use my name.”
“I didn’t say I would,” she told him, denying any such suggestion. “I made no promises. All I said was that I would call you Jason, if I should decide to work for you. And so far, if I’m not mistaken…I’m not in your employment.”
“Not yet,” he muttered in soft undertones. “Now let me hear you say my name. Or perhaps it’s too difficult?”
Jason had stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of her. He was challenging her. And although she knew she was fighting a losing battle, she realised that eventually, she would have to obey.
Drat the man, she thought. Why does he have to be so intimidating? I’m a grown woman. I’m not someone he can boss around and bully.
Beth realised that until now, the two of them had never been alone in a room together. There had always been someone with them. But at that moment, with Jason standing so close, she could actually feel his body heat, and she wondered what would happen if she reached out toward him.
They were almost touching, but not quite.
The musky fragrance of his cologne was still fresh on his skin, and her senses were buzzing. The spark of attraction between them was coming alive, and she could feel herself surrendering to her desires.
Realising what was happening, Beth’s defence system kicked in. Alarm bells were ringing in her ears, and she quickly warned herself to keep her feet firmly on the ground.
The man oozed sex appeal, and she knew that if he made a pass, she would have no chance of fighting him off. She would crumble and succumb to his touch.
You’re out of your depth and he’s out of your league, she thought.
She didn’t know why she was in a panic, or why she was unnerved at the idea of him caressing her, but she was. If he reached out, she knew she would be no match against his powerful potency. She would have no will or strength to resist.
Jason was six-foot-two and she was at a disadvantage. Straightening to her full height, she took a cautious step away from him. She felt safer. With her protective shell now firmly in place, she brushed a non-existent speck of dirt from her dress and looked Jason squarely in the eye.
He was still waiting for her to say his name. It was a battle of wills between them, and she conceded that he had won. Reluctantly she repeated his name.
She said it slowly and clearly. She hadn’t wanted to say it, but she seemed compelled to obey his order.
When Beth saw Jason’s reaction, she realised she should have known better. She ought to have known how he’d react. It was so predictable. He had looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and then he’d given a wide victorious grin. He had won the first battle and she felt completely defeated. But she wasn’t giving up just yet. The battle between them had scarcely begun, and she was determined to win the next round.

Blinded by Desire
Copyright © 2012 by – Arabella Sheen
ISBN: 9780957569829
Publisher: priceplacebooks
Electronic Publication: May 2012
Cover: Fantasia Frog Designs

eBooks are not transferable. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations in articles and reviews.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.


Arabella Sheen Website:

About Arabella Sheen

Arabella Sheen is a British author of contemporary romance and likes nothing more than the challenge of starting a new novel with fresh ideas and inspiring characters.
One of the many things Arabella loves to do is to read. And when she’s not researching or writing about romance, she is either on her allotment sowing and planting with the seasons or she is curled on the sofa with a book, while pandering to the demands of her attention seeking cat.
Having lived and worked in the Netherlands as a theatre nurse for nearly twenty years, she now lives in the south west of England with her family.
Arabella hopes her readers have as much pleasure from her romance stories as she has in writing them.

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Wednesday, 18 December 2019

Welcome to Women's Fiction Author - Jen Gilroy

I'm delighted to welcome Jen Gilroy to my blog.

Hello Jen – I’m so pleased we managed to connect and arrange a date for your blog spot. I was keen to learn about some of your writing secrets and unearth a few of the inspirational experiences you write of that makes your readers ask for a sequel. But before we discover more about your latest release, The Wishing Tree in Irish Falls, here are a few questions which will hopefully give your readers and followers an insight into some of the things that matter to you.

Jen: Thank you for inviting me to chat with you and your readers, Arabella. I’m happy to be here, virtually.

Arabella: Are there any organisations, writing, or reader groups, you belong to? And, how do they support or help you in creating such wonderful, inspirational novels?
Jen: I belong to the Romantic Novelists’ Association (RNA), the Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA) and Romance Writers of America (RWA).

I gain different things from each organisation but especially value the supportive friendship and encouragement I’ve found through the RNA. I joined as an NWS member and don’t think I’d be published without it.

Coat of Arms for The United Kingdom
           Coat of Arms for Canada

Although I now live in Canada, my RNA membership connects me to the writing community with the most special place in my heart. As such, I try to return to England each July for the RNA conference which is always a joy.

Arabella: Where do you read? Sofa or bed or ____?
Jen: I read anywhere and everywhere. The sofa, my bed, waiting for appointments, in queues and more. As a child, I squeezed in additional reading time before bed by reading whilst brushing my teeth!

I’m rarely without a book because I never know when I’ll have unexpected time to read. I just bought a new handbag specifically because it afforded space for both a physical book and my Kindle.

Arabella: In your latest release, The Wishing Tree in Irish Falls, who is your favourite character and why?
Jen: Choosing a favourite character is difficult because my fictional characters are very real to me, almost like dear friends or family.

However, in The Wishing Tree in Irish Falls (which released in October), I have a special place in my heart for the heroine, single mum Annie Quinn. Like many women, Annie has set aside her dreams and settled for a life she thinks is ‘good enough.’ I cheered her on as she found the courage to change herself and her life, whilst also finding an unexpected happily ever after.

I hope Annie reminds readers that despite difficulties and bad choices, don’t lose hope and it’s never too late to follow your heart. 

Arabella: When writing a novel, how do you work? Are you a plotter or pantser?
Jen: I used to be a complete pantser, meaning that I started with a vague idea and wrote from there.

As my career has developed, having a short plot synopsis (summary of the story from beginning to end with main turning points) helps me write more quickly and efficiently, especially when writing to a publisher deadline. It also means I don’t get too far off track and then have to delete large chunks of content during revisions.

Although I now call myself a ‘plantser,’ true to my pantser roots I’d find it hard to write a book without an element of the characters surprising me!

Arabella: Which would you prefer to do: 1) spend a morning vigorously working out at the gym, 2) be pampered from head to toe at the spa and beauty salon, 3) indulge and pile on the pounds with a romantic dinner for two?
Jen: Despite the lure of a romantic dinner with my husband, it would have to be spa and beauty salon pampering for me. However, if that experience could be preparation for the dinner, even better!

Arabella: Which would you rather wear: beach shorts and top, a long evening skirt and blouse, pyjamas and slippers?
Jen: Although I love the chance to dress up for a glam evening, my natural inclination tends towards the cosy so pyjamas and slippers it is. Since I now work from home, I’m more likely to buy slippers than my once-loved heels.

( Jen - I found a pair of high heeled slippers for you. I hope the size fits.)   

Arabella: We all have a long list of books we keep meaning to read but never have the time for --- which book is a must read for you this season?
Jen: My must-read book this month is Josie Silver’s One Day in December. I heard so many wonderful things about it last year soon after release and was determined to read it this holiday season. It’s a heartwarming and poignant read that gripped me from the first page and didn’t let go.

Although you only asked for one title, books are a bit like Quality Street chocolates at Christmas—one is never enough! Other festive reads I’ve enjoyed this month are The Christmas Holiday by Sophie Claire, and Christmas at Miss Moonshine’s Emporium: An uplifting collection of feel-good festive stories from Authors on the Edge, a group of romance writers scattered across the north of England.

Arabella: What about your future plans? Any books or series in the making?
Jen: The Wishing Tree in Irish Falls is the first book in a planned contemporary trilogy. Although I don’t yet have a release date, the second book in the series should be out sometime next year.
I’m also working on two other standalone romantic women’s fiction novels.

* * * *

Jen: Thanks again for inviting me to Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat. Happy Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate.

Thank you so much for joining me ( and our readers) on Arabella’s Blog and Chit-Chat, Jen. You’ve been an amazing guest, and the jaw-dropper for me was that you fly to The United Kingdom most years for the Romantic Novelists’ Associations annual conference. Dedication…overdrive J but we love you for it.
Having "graduated" together from the "academy" of the RNA's - New Writers' Scheme in 2017, it was wonderful to at last touch base with you and catch-up on developments in your writing career.   
Good luck with your latest release: The Wishing Tree in Irish Falls”, and also, “Season Greetings” to you too.
Best wishes and happy writing…
Arabella Sheen

About Jen Gilroy

Jen Gilroy worked in higher education and international marketing and business development before trading the corporate 9-5 to write contemporary romance and women’s fiction with heart, home and hope.   

After many years living and working in England, she returned to where her roots run deep and lives in a small town in Eastern Ontario, Canada with her husband, teen daughter and a floppy-eared hound. When she’s not writing, Jen enjoys reading, travel, singing and ballet. She’s also known for her love of ice cream, shoes and vintage finds.

Jen’s first book, The Cottage at Firefly Lake (and first book in her Firefly Lake series), was a finalist for Romance Writers of America’s (RWA) Golden Heart® award in 2015. It was also shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists’ Association (RNA) Joan Hessayon Award 2017.

She’s a member of RNA, RWA and the Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA).

Book Blurb:  The Wishing Tree in Irish Falls

Sometimes happily ever after is only a wish away…

There’s a wishing tree in Irish Falls. The bits of paper tied to its gnarled branches hold the hopes and dreams of everyone in town . . . except Annie Quinn.

Single mom Annie has spent years rebuilding her life and trying not to have regrets. After giving up her dream of music stardom, she returned to her Adirondack hometown—and convinced herself she’s content with a simpler life.

The last thing she needs is a man to remind her of the heartbreak she left behind. 

A divorced dad, Seth Taggart used to be a successful LA songwriter. But now his reputation is in tatters, he’s burnt-out, and estranged from his adult son. Inheriting a small-town radio station just might be the do-over he needs.

Although he always planned to go back to LA, when working with Annie turns into sharing music and more, Seth realizes second chances—and home—are where he least expects.

But can he convince Annie to trust the wish in her heart?

Buy Links:  The Wishing Tree in Irish Falls on Amazon Kindle (or free with Kindle Unlimited).
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