Happy Monday everyone! Today we welcome my fellow author and friend, Bonnie Edwards, to the blog to discuss The Brantons: A Collection. On sale at the moment for a very enticing price of 99¢! I got my copy!
Three fun, steamy romances about lost love returned, new love found and brand new chances for first loves.
The Brantons have had some peculiar twists in their love lives...but look out! Love hasn't given up on them yet!
Lisa Brady Delaney left Tyce Branton and the trailer park where they grew up in her rear view mirror. Years later, he’s the only one who can help her keep an important promise. Will love bring these two together again?
Tyce hates that he wants Lisa again at first sight, but can he keep his hands off when he’s a hands-on kind of man? Now, she's an independent beauty who will never need him again.
Slow Hand: Teri and Jared—A runaway bride learns what she really needs
Leaving behind a wintry New York, stressed-out bride Teri Branton is determined to get the Caribbean honeymoon cruise she paid for — even without the groom!
Laidback Captain Jared MacKay instantly dislikes Teri's stiletto heels and New York attitude. Until he touches her and he knows he’s doomed by love at first touch...the MacKay curse.
Jared and Teri have one short week under the sultry Caribbean sun. Will Jared's slow hand lead Teri beyond torrid sex into a lifetime of love?
Whole Lot o' Love: Ashlee and Brick—A single mom gets another chance at love
Ashlee Branton’s lottery win is giving her and her son a new, settled life back home. Except returning home means facing Cory’s father, Brick Harcourt in a most unsettling way.
But Ashlee has two pasts now, one with Brick and one with an ex who wants to crash their reunion. Will she run again or stay and sacrifice money for love?
An Excerpt
From Body Work (© Bonnie Edwards)
Tyce Branton wiped his hands on a rag and settled against the hood of the Cadillac coupe. She had great lines, long and lean, with headlights that could stall a man’s heart. Lines that could make a man’s hands itch.
Maybe it wasn’t the car that revved him up after all. Maybe it was the woman closing the back kitchen door of her Tudor mansion. Like the Caddy, her color was cream-and-white blonde while the sweep of her long-lined midsection gave her the look of speed, grace, and agility.
She was possessed of a body a man could drive and drive and drive.
Come to Papa.
And she did.
Much younger than even rumor had it, she was a ripe beauty, made for a man to hold on to. Stretch out over. Sink into. As he drank in the sight of her purposeful approach, Tyce recognized a familiar swing to her walk. The set of her shoulders and the light, graceful flow of her hands by her thighs reminded him of someone.
He straightened immediately, alert to an inner rhythm he hadn’t felt in years. As her sandals hit the cobblestones, he felt an answering tattoo in his chest and farther south.
It was as if he’d seen her walk toward him thousands of times.
But this woman was no recent acquaintance. He’d never even met the deceased husband. So where and when had he met her?
The sandals she wore had slim straps at the ankles. Thin, elegant ankles. Rhinestones glittered on the toe straps. Her legs were smooth and shiny like those of a pampered mistress. Arms loose, her gait was easy but determined. Her breasts were high, firm, probably fake, while her head was set in a haughty way that said she was very much the lady of the manor.
Tilted in just that way, her chin spoke of determination and pride.
Word was she’d demanded his personal attention. His hands and no one else’s would do. This bit of information came straight from the law firm that hired him. No one else’s hands but his. The lawyer had been adamant. Still, if he’d known this woman before, he couldn’t place her, didn’t know how she’d come to ask for him.
But he was about to find out.
To cover his study he struck a match, held it to the cigarette in his mouth, and kept one eye on the Widow Delaney. From what he’d heard, keeping an eye on the widow was the smartest thing a man could do. The old guy she’d married had been taken for a ride.
He flicked the spent match away, drew on the smoke, and watched as she stuttered to a stall about five feet away.
“Tyce Branton.” Her voice, husky and soft, gave him his answer.
His belly dropped, his heart slipped a gear.
“Lisa Brady.” He said her name as a bald statement, devoid of the shock he felt.
“It’s Lisa Delaney now.” After all these years, Lisa Brady was where she wanted to be: which was as far away from where she started as a woman could get.
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About the Author
Bonnie Edwards has been writing all her life, starting with a poem about Santa suffering with gout. She was seven, Santa was a thousandteen years old. Delighted with writing, she went on to write family sagas, humorous contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotic paranormal ghost romances and more.
She may jump around within romance, but all her stories come with a tear, a laugh, and a happy ending. Published by Kensington Books, Harlequin Books, Carina Press, and Robinson (UK) Bonnie’s stories stretch from short stories to novellas and novels. Now, she's happy to be publishing her work herself.
With over 30 titles to her credit, she has been translated into several languages and sold books worldwide. Aside from standalone romances, she has 4 ongoing romance series, Tales of Perdition, The Brantons, and Love at Christmas. Contemporary family sagas find a home in Return to Welcome. She's hard at work on a brand new series coming in summer 2021. Learn about more exciting releases and get a free romance by subscribing to her newsletter—the form is available on her website.
First coffee of the day and here I am...thanking you so much for helping me get the word out about this fun threesome of romances. Nancy, you’re the best!
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DeleteBonnie, I have to laugh at the first line you shared. Yes, you had me thinking something else! Sounds like a great collection. Thanks so much for sharing.
ReplyDeletewhen I finally get my opening lines right...it feels great. Sometimes, they come right the first time...but some books take more work. Body Work's first line just fell into place.
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ReplyDeleteI've read these books, and they're fabulous.
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton, Joan! I'm glad you enjoyed them.
DeleteLove the hook. Here's to many, many, sales!
ReplyDeleteI've read these books and they're awesome!!! Such great characters!
ReplyDeleteI, too, am a fan of these books. Great deal.
ReplyDeleteHoly smokes! Great excerpt! Your writing is beautiful. I can't wait to read it, and since I just downloaded it, I hope I get the opportunity, too.
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