Author Archives: Amy Valentini

PURE FIRE, a romantic suspense novel by Amy Valentini

It is said it cleans and purifies.

Prostitutes disappear around the city all the time but with it happening close to home, Faith O’Reilly worries her salon might go under for good because of it. When her sexy absentee tenant reappears after an unexplained absence, more than her libido jumpstarts…her suspicious nature comes to life too.

Because he knows bad things happen to good people, Detective Ryan Davies takes his work seriously but when a new case lands him where he lives, he finds himself in deep conflict. As an undercover cop, lies go with the territory but deceiving his beautiful landlord is not on his list of things he fantasizes doing with her since first meeting her. But since his list of suspects includes her, he must tread carefully.

When an employee of the salon dies and another disappears, Faith begins to look at everyone around her, including Ryan. She needs to know the truth if she can ever trust him. While Ryan worries what Faith’s reaction will be when she learns the truth about him, he knows it might do more than drive a wedge between them—it might put her directly in the path of danger. When the culprit reveals himself, can Ryan protect Faith from being the next victim?

Available at Amazon in digital and ebook and #free to read in KindleUnlimited

New Release! A PIRATE’S ONE AND ONLY by Amy Valentini w/#excerpt

A PIRATE’S ONE AND ONLY

Book 5 of the Seekers of the Past series

Amy Valentini

 Available now at Amazon
and Free to read at KindleUnlimited
Continue the Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present
and Love Lives Forever
Having survived a devastating fire that left her scarred and alone in the world, Gabrielle Hawkings seeks to make her own way. Suffering the horrible remarks and stares, and believing no man will ever love her, she is surprised when a handsome stranger not only shows her kindness but attention quite foreign to her.
Capitán Tomás Alvarez is by his own admission a pirate and a wanted man but is innocent of the crime for which the British seek him. Visiting Kingston is dangerous at best but he will risk it all to see the beautiful Gabrielle again. When the authorities use her as bait, he must do what is necessary to protect her so neither of them ends up at the end of a noose.
Join Emma and Sam as they search for the origin of the mystery gold. And thrill in the love that grows between two people who carry scars on their skin as well as their souls and heal each other in the process.
*** Each book in this series can be read as a standalone historical romance with the first and sixth books set in the present.

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Excerpt:

Tomás Alvarez deplored the manhandling of any woman so when he saw the drunken oaf clutching the young woman and slobbering all over her while she screamed for him to release her, he knew he had to halt the assault. Had he not been standing in the middle of the town and not wishing to draw attention to his presence, he would have snapped the man’s neck and left him lying in his own filth. Any man who assaults a woman was lower than low in his mind.

Now he was looking down into bright sky blue eyes in an angelic beautiful face surrounded by silky blonde hair the color of spun gold. A pert little nose, cherub mouth, and smooth skin rounded out the beauty of this little woman. Smoothing a strand of wayward hair from the side of her cheek, he noticed scarring on her neck. Who did this to her?

Before he could react in any fashion, she stiffened in his arms, her hand came up to push his hand away, and she demanded to be released. Not one to deny her, he assisted her to an upright position but when she pushed off his lap to stand, she wobbled as if her legs would not support her.

“Please, little one, let me,” he implored her as he scooted to the side and helped her take a seat alongside him.

“I am sorry. My scarf—”

He noticed how she tucked her chin and pulled her hair in close around her face. Suddenly, he understood. Her scars embarrassed her. This saddened him for she was a beautiful woman and her scars were nothing. He wanted to soothe her ego and tell her to hold her head high, to be proud but he knew how such a thing could plague one’s thoughts.

Glancing around, he saw a piece of brightly colored cloth lying on the ground nearby. He stood, moved to it, retrieving it then he shook it out and brought it to her.

“Tis yours?”

She glanced up at him, nodded then took the cloth, and looked away. Wrapping the scarf around her neck, he knew she wore it to cover her scars. It was then he noticed she wore long sleeves even though the temperatures were far too high to warrant them. Had she more scars?

“Thank you. You have been most kind…” She peeked out at him from under smoky dark lashes, the color of which fascinated him since her hair was like captured sunshine.

“Capitán Tomás Alvarez, at your service,” he said with a slight bow of his head then glanced around to make sure no one overheard him giving his name. “And who do I have the pleasure of addressing, mi linda?”

“Me—no, my name is not Linda,” she said, her delicate brows which matched the color of her lashes knitting together in confusion.

He laughed making her frown harder.

“No, no, mi linda means my pretty one,” he said smiling at her and receiving a chuckle and grin in return.

“Oh! My mistake…my name is Gabrielle,” she said once again averting her eyes and tucking her chin.

This time Tomás was not going to allow her to hide so he tucked two fingers under her chin and gently lifted until her eyes met his.

“My honor to meet you, Gabrielle and yes, you are very pretty…beautiful,” he said in a low voice as his gaze dropped to her lips and he wondered if they tasted as sweet as they looked.

Once more she reacted by pulling away. His hand dropped and his heart ached for her pain and desire to hide even as his mind pushed back fury at whomever or whatever caused it.

“Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your assistance,” she said looking around as if looking for something or someone.

“If you are looking for the beast who attacked you, he has been dealt with and is in the hands of the authorities,” he told her. “May I see you home safe, Gabrielle?”

As if he had just proposed something wholly inappropriate, she jumped to her feet with her hands fluttering around her scarf then tugging at her shawl to cover her further.

“That is quite all right, sir, I am here for shopping and wish not to return home yet. I shall be fine. Thank you again.” She turned to leave but he caught her hand, stilling her.

“Might I accompany you, in case you feel ill at ease on your feet again?” he asked still holding her hand and surprised she was allowing it.

Gabrielle slowly removed her hand, her fingers trailing along the tips of his and he swore the sensation traveled straight down his spine and ignited a fire in his loins which had him wishing he could sweep her off her feet, return to his ship and sail away before anyone stopped him. He did not know what it was about this innocent-looking young woman but she enchanted him the moment she opened her eyes.

“I suppose it would be all right,” she remarked looking around them. “As long as we are in full view of others, that is.”

He was about to comment on her not trusting him when she gave him a smile which told him she just might and was teasing him. Then it was gone and she tucked her chin once more. He wished he could explain she had no need to do so for he found nothing unattractive about her.

Standing, he gave her a quick bow and waved her to start. He joined her walking just one pace behind her and to the side to allow her to lead while he followed. His action must have surprised her for she kept peeking at him over her shoulder as if to see if he was still there. He grinned watching her. She was a delight.

When they reached a small shop with hats in the window, Gabrielle stopped and looked at the items then glanced at him.

“You shall probably not enjoy this shop,” she said.

“If you enjoy it, I shall,” he told her with a grin then opened the door and waved her inside.

The quiet chatter of women inside told him he was probably going to be quite a surprise to them. Tomás chuckled and stepped inside to the sound of a collective gasp.

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Gabrielle did not know what to make of this handsome and charming man. There was a kind gentleness to him but somehow, she knew there was an underlying dangerous side as well. Perhaps it was his swagger, his commanding demeanor, or simply the small gold hoop earring he wore in his left ear. He made her nervous but not in a scared way. No, it was something she had never experienced before. It was something rather thrilling, which made her insides quiver when he touched her. Something which had her wishing her scars gone more than ever before and made her palms dampen as if in anticipation of something exciting.

She watched him enter the small shop filled with ladies’ items of clothing and accessories and grin when the women inside gasped as they turned to look at him. She had no doubt they had not noticed her.

“Greetings, sir, may I assist you,” one of the women exclaimed as she hurried over to him.

She was an older woman, probably the owner of the shop. Gabrielle nearly laughed aloud at the way she was fluttering her hands in front of her breasts and blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Not me, madam, but my lovely friend here,” Tomás remarked as he turned slightly, placing his hand on her elbow and drawing her forward. “I believe she requires your assistance in making a purchase.”

The woman’s gaze shifted to Gabrielle and as she did, her smile waned.

“Ah yes, welcome, madam,” she said, her gaze narrowing on where her scars peeked out from under her scarf near her jawline.

Under her scrutiny, she immediately wished to retreat and began to step backward but Tomás did not allow her. His grip tightened slightly on her elbow and he pulled her closer.

“Madam, you shall show my friend anything she wishes,” he said in that particular voice which held so much command Gabrielle thought even the King of England would do as he ordered.

“Of course, sir. Is there anything in particular you wish to see, my dear?”

She knew the woman was only turning her attention on her because of Tomás but she did not care. There was something about him, which gave her increasing confidence.

“Yes, please, there was a scarf in the window last week which I wish to purchase as a gift,” she told the woman turning to peruse the display. “It had colors of green and gold.”

“Ah yes, I have some, in the back here. If you will follow me,” the woman said indicating a table toward the back against the wall.

Gabrielle stepped up to follow her expecting Tomás to stay near the door but he surprised her by placing his hand near the middle of her back and walking along with her, pushing past tightly set displays including one of undergarments. She heard the other women giggle behind her when one of them remarked how she would not mind modeling anything at all for him. She smiled thinking how they must think she belongs with him. It was a powerful feeling having other women being jealous of her for a change.

Not wishing to dawdle or take up any more of the captain’s time than necessary, she quickly made her purchase, and foregoing a perusal for her own pleasure concluded her business, and headed for the door. Tomás caught up to her, holding the door and allowing her to precede him in exiting the shop while bidding the women good day.

“So where to next, Gabrielle,” he asked once they were outside on the street again.

“I have taken up quite enough of your time, Captain Alvarez—”

“Please, say not my name quite so loud,” he interrupted her in a low voice while glancing around them over her head. Since he stood over a head taller than she, it was not difficult for him to do.

“Why ever not?”

“Well…perhaps I shall just say the authorities here might not be pleased I am in port,” Tomás said with a sly grin and a naughty wink.

She gasped in response. Perhaps he was just as dangerous as she had thought…perhaps even one of the notorious pirates she had heard whispered sometimes frequent the port of Kingston.

“Ah, now I have worried you, Gabrielle. Please, trust me, I would never allow any harm to come to you because of me,” he said in a low voice near her cheek which sent a shiver over her.

Not a shiver of fear, however…no, it was something else she did not recognize. The sensation intrigued her. He intrigued her.

“I must finish up my shopping and return home now,” she said turning to head in the direction of the McGillicuddy’s home, but his hand on her arm halted her.

Turning to look at him, she looked up into dark eyes shaded by thick dark lashes beneath dark brows furled together.

“Do I frighten you, Gabrielle, for tis not my intention?”

Tucking her chin, she shook her head.

“No, Captain, I simply must return for I have duties and responsibilities,” she told him, not wanting to admit he made her nervous.

She knew not why he was so attentive but she was enjoying it very much. Most men ran from the sight of her scars yet he had called his pretty one. What did he want from her?

“Then I shall see you to your home,” Tomás announced standing tall and extending his arm for her to take as if they were about to walk a promenade.

A sudden nervous laugh erupted from her before she could stop it causing him to frown and drop his arm.

“You do not wish my company anymore, Gabrielle?” he asked looking dejected.

Before she had a chance to answer, a ragtag looking young man ran up to Captain Alvarez and whispered in his ear. Tomás looked around with sudden and obvious nervousness having descended on him. He looked down at her and gave her a quick smile.

“I fear I must take your leave, my beautiful Gabrielle,” he said taking her hand and lifting it toward his lips as he bent. “We shall meet again, my sweet. Tis a promise and I always keep my word.”

Tomás Alvarez pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand, which sent fire and ice over her skin while causing her insides to quiver with nervous energy so strong she gasped.

“Adios—for now,” he said and then he was gone.

Gabrielle stood there, her hand out as if he still held it, his lips caressing it even as he disappeared into the milling crowd. Had she only imagined him? Was the entirety of the afternoon simply a manifestation of the heat and attack by the drunken man? She had felt faint earlier. Perhaps she had only imagined the attentions of such a handsome and charming stranger.

 

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Happy Reading and please, if you do read it, I’d greatly appreciate if you leave a review. xox

 

New Release! A CONVENIENT ENGAGEMENT by Amy Valentini

A CONVENIENT ENGAGEMENT

 A Contemporary Romance

 Amy Valentini

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New Release!

Available Now in print and ebook at Amazon

Read for Free at Kindle Unlimited

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Sometimes fate has other ideas…

Feeling like her world is falling apart, the last thing Eden Murphy needs is to discover her new neighbor is the only guy in high school she ever had a crush on and who humiliated her. 

Starting fresh in a new city, a new job, and discovering a beautiful new neighbor across the hall, Will Trask hopes his future is bright and on track. 

When they discover being single seems to be holding them back in their careers, Will comes up with a temporary solution. Pretend to be engaged. At first, Eden rejects the idea but then she sees an added benefit to his scheme—get what she wants at work and maybe exact a bit of revenge on him. 

But sometimes the best-laid plans can go awry. Eden gets to know the real Will and things go far beyond a convenient engagement.

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Excerpt:

When the sound of her door buzzer dragged Eden Murphy from her sleep, she cursed the day she had ever thought living in a trendy neighborhood in DC would be fun. Trying to sleep in was difficult enough with the sounds of normal activities in the neighborhood on a late summer Sunday morning here in Georgetown but after a late night working, she was not in the mood for much more.

The buzzer sounded again. With a growl, she threw off her covers and climbed from her bed. No friend of hers would ever dream of showing up at her door unannounced so she could only imagine it was someone selling something or wanting a donation. She neither wanted to buy anything or make a donation so they’d better stop leaning on her buzzer.

“All right, all right,” she muttered as she pulled on a pair of shorts beneath the over-sized T-shirt she preferred to sleep in.

Stumbling barefoot across the small living space of her overpriced apartment, she stubbed her toe on the leg of her coffee table and cursed as she hopped on one foot. When she reached the front door, she leaned against it and rubbed her throbbing toe. The buzzer sounded again with such an urgency she began to worry if the building was on fire.

Peeking through the security keyhole, she saw the back of a head and then suddenly a wide eye as the person on the other side of the door peered back at her through the hole. The buzzer sounded again.

Stepping back from the door, she wasn’t sure if she should open it or not.

“Who’s there?” she called out through the door.

“Will, I’m your new neighbor,” a male voice came through in a loud whisper. “I presume you’re the concerned neighbor who left me this note.”

Suddenly, a piece of paper covered the peephole.

Crap! He didn’t sound happy about my suggestion of what to do with his trash.

She hadn’t met her new neighbor yet but knew someone had finally moved into Greta Charles’s apartment because there had been an ever-growing stack of boxes outside the unit’s door for the past three days. She’d barely been able to get past them when she returned home last night and when she got no response after ringing his doorbell as well as knocking, she left him a note.

She opened the door. She’d only planned to open it enough to ask him what he wanted but the man grabbed the door and pushed his way into her apartment, shutting it behind him.

“Excuse me,” she exclaimed as she took several steps back and looked around for something to use as a weapon. “How dare you? What do you want?”

The man walked to the center of her living area and turned to face her. He was tall, muscularly lean and rather good-looking in a disheveled, slept in his suit kind of unshaven way. His brown hair with tale-tell sun-streaks in it was sticking out around his head as if he’d had a rough night and had just climbed out of bed as well. He also looked somewhat familiar but that was impossible since she’d never seen him before.

“I arrived home this morning to find this,” he said holding out the note she did recognize.

Suddenly, he seemed to perk up, came to his full height which was easily a few inches over six feet and stuck his hand out.

“Hi, I’m Will,” he said with a far too charming smile and twinkle in his blue eyes she’d come to recognize well as belonging to a man on the prowl.

Before she had a chance to respond, the buzzer sounded again. When it did, Will hurried back to look through the peephole then turned to look down at her. “Um…can I use your bathroom?”

“What is going on?” she asked pushing past him and looking through the peephole.

Standing on the other side of the door was a woman. She was glancing around and when she faced the door, Eden recognized the look of a woman in a not very good mood. She sighed and turned to confront her new neighbor but found him gone.

Coward.

Yep, she had pegged him right. Her new neighbor was a player and she wanted nothing to do with him or his drama. She opened the door.

“Oh, hi…I…well, sorry to bother you but I was looking for the guy who lives across the way. I think his name is Bill or Will,” the girl said with a shrug. “I’m looking for the no good son of a bitch. Do you know if he’s been home yet?”

“Um…well,” Eden said then glanced over her shoulder to see the guy in question peeking around the doorframe to her bedroom. “I don’t know the guy but maybe you’d like to come in and leave him a note or something.”

She nearly burst out laughing when he started waving at her and shaking his head.

“Or maybe have a cup of coffee. You could wait for him to get home,” she said with a chuckle.

“Uh…thanks, but no, I…well, I…he stood me up last night,” the girl said with a scowl then suddenly glanced toward the stairs. “Maybe that’s him. What I have to say to him wouldn’t fit into a note.”

The girl glanced behind her and then leaned in toward Eden.

“If you’re smart, you’ll stay clear of him. I don’t know why I thought he’d be any different than any of the other guys around. Besides, it turns out he’s not the kind of guy you want more than one night with…if you know what I mean,” she said in a low voice.

Eden chuckled and nodded.

“Yep…I know what you mean.”

“Thanks,” the girl said then turned and stepping past the pile of boxes proceeded to descend the stairs without even a glance back.

Eden closed the door and even as she tried not to laugh, she couldn’t help it. Resting against the door, she chuckled but when she saw the shock of dismay on her neighbor’s face, she busted out laughing.

“Not funny,” he said as he came into the room.

“Oh yes, it is,” she told him as she walked to the kitchen. “You stood up some girl…probably for another one…and she’s actually glad to have escaped you.”

Still laughing, she opened the refrigerator and grabbed an individual-sized bottle of orange juice. Turning to face him and still chuckling, she snapped open the cap. He did look so familiar. She was sure she’d seen him somewhere before.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“Ha ha. We just met at the door, remember?” he said with a scowl as he plopped down into a chair facing her. “So what’s for breakfast?”

“Excuse me?”

“I just got in from a business trip so haven’t had a chance to get groceries yet and I just figured if you’re going to eat then perhaps…”

Just then, he cocked his head just so, squeezed one eye shut, and shrugged. It was at that very moment she recognized him.

“Will Trask!”

He came to his feet so fast she thought he was going to attack her so she grabbed a knife from the block on the counter.

“What the hell?” Will held his hands up in front of him as if to ward her off.

“I…I thought you…oh, never mind,” she stammered, looked at the knife in her hand then set it on the counter beside her.

“You know my name? How? Have we…you know?” Will moved his hands back and forth as if to insinuate she and he had played the same game he’d played with the girl who had just escaped him.

“Hell no!”

“Wow…I didn’t think so. I’m sure I would’ve remembered you,” he said rubbing his chin before running his long fingers through his unruly hair. “Wait…then…how do you know my name?”

“Never mind. It’s not important since you’d never remember me anyway,” she said before taking a long swig off the bottle of orange juice and wishing it had some rum in it.

“Oh, no way. If we’ve met, I’d remember you,” Will asked with a lecherous waggle of his dark brows.

“Ha! Since we never actually met, I doubt it,” she said with a laugh. “And it seems you haven’t changed at all.”

Eden rolled her eyes and pulled out a chair from the small table set where she ate her meals alone these days, when she ate at home, and took a seat.

“Did we go to college together?”

“No,” she said shaking her head and wondering why she’d even brought it up. “Like I said—unimportant.”

Will glanced around the space and she wondered if he was looking for a clue of some sort as to her identity. Suddenly, he glanced toward the bedroom.

“You live alone?” he asked.

It was then she realized he’d taken notice of the stack of boxes near the door with Paul’s name on them.

“Yes, he doesn’t live here anymore,” she said picking at the label on the bottle with fingertips in need of a manicure. “I suppose he’s off with someone more exciting. We’re not engaged anymore.”

“Oh, you were engaged? But you’re not anymore?” he replied a little too upbeat but when she narrowed her eyes at him, he continued, “I mean…oh, that’s too bad. His loss.”

“Yes, it is his loss. He’s the one who decided he didn’t want to marry me,” she said with probably a bit too much bitterness in her tone. “It seems he met the love of his life and it isn’t me.”

“Well, he’s an idiot because you’re gorgeous,” Will said taking a seat on the arm of the couch and folding his arms across his chest.

She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. The man just hid from a woman he’d obviously had a one-night stand with but then stood up, most likely for another one he had only arrived home from spending the night with and now he was sitting here chatting her up like they were old pals. Was she cursed or something that the worst player in the world was now living across the hall from her?

“By the way, you know my name—”

“You can just call me neighbor and we’ll leave it at that. By the way, the reason I left you that note is because you can’t leave those boxes out there. Fire hazard and all,” she said pointing in the direction of the hallway on the other side of the door with the hand holding the orange juice bottle.

“Right. I just moved in and I hadn’t had a chance to get them to the trash. I’ve been out of town on business,” Will said with a shrug when she nodded and rolled her eyes. “Right. I’ll take care of it.”

An awkward silence descended on the room making the sounds from outside, the sound of mowers, blowers, and cars suddenly louder and more intrusive. She couldn’t help but wonder when Will planned to leave. She wasn’t the type to be rude and ask him to leave but there was always room for a first time.

“So, how long have you lived here?” Will asked glancing around.

“Um…since January,” she said.

“Oh…so how long since your…um…ex…he lived here too?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” she said standing and moving to the sink to rinse her bottle.

Staring out the small window over the sink at the brick wall across the way, she wished she had ignored the buzzer. She glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw it was already noon.

“Listen…I’ve got to get a shower and get dressed. I have a lot of work to do today.”

“Work! On a beautiful Sunday? It’s still summertime. I was just going to suggest I take you to lunch. I noticed a quaint little café just down the street—”

“No! Look, we might be neighbors but I’m not interested in any kind of friends with benefits thing with you—”

Will came to his feet, his hands in the air. “Whoa! I was just suggesting lunch…you know, to say thanks for saving my butt with what’s her name. Nothing more.”

Feeling bad for jumping to the wrong conclusion, Eden sighed. Would it hurt to have a meal with the guy? After all, she knew she couldn’t hide how she knew him forever and anything sounded more appetizing than just a bowl of cold cereal since she wasn’t going in to the office. Normally, she’d grab a bagel and egg sandwich at the bagel shop on the way so maybe letting him get her some lunch wasn’t a terribly bad idea.

“Of course, if you’re interested in a kind of if you’re lonely and I’m free kind of thing—”

“Get out! Just get out! You are most certainly deserving of whatever hell you catch from your girlfriend,” she exclaimed throwing the plastic bottle at him.

It hit his shoulder and bounced off but he yelped as if it hurt. She was sure it was more out of surprise than pain, but still hoped it hurt a little bit.

“Okay…okay! I was just kidding,” Will exclaimed. “Seriously, we’re going to be neighbors, can’t we be friends?”

“Right now, I’ve got other things on my mind and you’re not one of them. It’s time for you to go. Thank you for the offer of lunch, but not today,” she said as she moved past him to the door and pulled it open. “If you don’t mind…”

She waved her arm in the direction of the open door leading into the hallway. Will dropped his shoulders as if disappointed and dejected causing her to roll her eyes. What a performer. She wondered if that kind of act actually worked on women. Once upon a time, it might have but not since the last time she saw him and never would now.

Will walked slowly to the door and when he reached her, he stopped.

“Thank you for not ratting me out…neighbor…and I do apologize about the trash. I’ll get it cleared out today. You know, I’m kind of new to the city and I don’t really know anyone and since you seem to know me…” He cocked his head in what she recognized as his Will Trask way and spoke in what she assumed he thought was a woe is me tone.

It is kind of endearing…damn him.

“Well, I’m sorry but I don’t know too many people either. I’m simply too busy with my job. I’m working on a new project,” she said glancing at the clock on the bookshelf. “And I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“Okay.” He took a step toward the open door but stopped again.

Turning slightly, he leaned in making her unconsciously step back.

“I’m not that bad.”

“Yeah…well, I’ve seen you at work and your friend, although I doubt she is anymore since you stood her up last night, said you’re not the kind of guy she goes out with twice. That speaks volumes,” Eden said shaking her head. “Now, excuse me but—”

“I don’t think she meant…never mind. Yeah, I’m going. Thanks again,” Will said and stepped through the doorway.

Eden quickly shut the door and locked the deadbolt. Shaking her head as she crossed to her bedroom, she stopped and lifted her hands toward the ceiling, closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Then she opened her mouth and without making much more of a noise than a groan, she screamed. Once done, she dropped her hands and released a heavy sigh.

“Why did it have to be Will Trask, of all people, who moved in next door? Oh, Mrs. Charles…why did you have to go live with your daughter? You were such a nice quiet neighbor.”

 

Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll finish reading Will and Eden’s story. It’s my favorite one of all. Happy Reading!

SEEKERS OF THE PAST, book 1 by Amy Valentini on #SALE in celebration of National Book Lovers Day (Aug 9 – Aug 11)

SEEKERS OF THE PAST

Seekers of the Past, book 1

Amy Valentini

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Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present and Love Lives Forever in the Seekers of the Past series…

Seeking the Past…

After inheriting the family farm, Emma Wells uncovers clues which might prove a one hundred and fifty year old family tale true but she needs help so contacts an old friend to assist…only the man who comes in his place is the last person she ever wanted to see again.

Seeking a Second Chance…

Sam Martinelli has been hoping for a reason to get close to the woman he still loves since he foolishly destroyed their relationship five years earlier. Now he’s hoping time spent with her will give him a second chance.

Uncovering Secrets…

When her suspicions prove to have substance, Sam agrees to help her even as he carries doubts. Being with him again causes Emma to question her heart and past as well as her foolish pride. When things take a dangerous turn, can she trust the man she trusts least—as well as her heart?

***Each book in this series can be read as a standalone historical romance with the first and sixth books set in the present.

I do hope you’ll read it and enjoy it.

Thank you.

Happy Reading Everyone!

For the Sake of Honor

In the Arms of Her Angel

To Love and Be Loved By Him

are all still available to read for free at Kindle Unlimited

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Release Day for TO LOVE AND BE LOVED BY HIM!

Release Day Excitement!

The Journey Continues in Book Four of the Seekers of the Past series.

 Continue the Journey to Where the Past Meets the Present
and Love Lives Forever
Emma’s investigation of the past leads her to Emily Embry. But will it lead her and Sam to the origins of the gold? He’s beginning to believe she’s experiencing something amazing while reading the young girl’s journal, but is it real? What might they learn as they continue seeking the past?
 
Sent to England to marry a man she’s never met, Emily Embry is determined to quit the contract made by her parents. When tragedy strikes her ship along the way, she encounters a handsome captain who captures her heart making her destiny even less desirable, even as she wishes he was the man she was marrying.
 
Beau Hawkings is a man of the sea and has no desire to settle down on land or with a wife. When he rescues the woman his grandfather contracted him to marry, he finds her desirable but his desire for freedom is greater—until she begins to claim his heart. Now his deception might be the very thing which drives her away. While both protect their hearts, they grow ever closer as fate voyages them home to where they belong—in love and loved.

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