COVER REVEAL!!!
GREETINGS, FRIENDS!!! It’s that magical time of year where I wear sweaters, even when the temperature is only in the 70’s; popcorn and hot cocoa mix are stored in the cupboard religiously, and sentimentality rules the house with every decoration that gets put up. At this point, my kids don’t even eyeroll anymore. They know that when I pull out that art project they made in kindergarten or first or second, etc., I have to tearfully hug them close because I still see them as those adorable five-year-olds even though they are now twenty. They are identical twin boys. My biggest achievement? I accomplished the impossible. It only took 22 years of marriage, but my husband can be called a holiday movie addict who now loves Christmas. It’s his crack during this time of year, particularly the ones that have Santa magic in them. The big, bad biologist, the scientist that relies on data points, looks for Santa magic in his Hallmark Christmas movies. Isn’t that adorable? For that reason, new Hallmark movies are lovingly DVR’ed so as not to miss favorite ones. And yes, there are favorite ones. Some final BIG NEWS.…drumroll please…I HAVE A COVER REVEAL! KEEP SCROLLING TO SEE IT! Coming out December 29th is DIAMONDS ON THE WATER, Hermosa Beach Memoirs, #3. I’m so excited because this last year was one of the hardest I’ve lived through in my life. I don’t say that lightly. I wasn’t sure I’d get this book finished, and yet, here it is. I wish you all a restful holiday season, and part of that rest might include a new book boyfriend named Magnus. See for yourself! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! All my best, Danube Adele DIAMONDS ON THE WATER He thinks she’s a brat… she thinks he’s a bosshole. I hate Magnus Johanson. He’s a rude, grumpy, boss-tyrant who’s never satisfied with anything I do at the bar Yes, he’s got big, delicious muscles that I would normally want to squeeze like I was testing fruit at the grocery store. Fine, his arm tattoos are hot and make me wonder what else he’s got going on under the T-shirt that’s stretched taught across his pecs. And, whatever. His sharp, gray eyes are sexy, particularly on the rare occasion they’ve turned smokey and tracked me across the bar. Doesn’t channge anything. He still sees me as who I was and not who I am. So why do I fantasize about climbing his big, sexy body?Bethany Roman is the perfect poster child of spoiled entitlement. Princess. Diva. And capable of pissing me off like no other.I may have noticed that she has warm, rich, chocolate doe-eyes that sometimes hint at a deep vulnerability when I catch her off-guard. And for some reason, when she gets ticked and goes toe-to-toe with me, it makes me hard, so I piss her off at every opportunity. Of course, I’ve noticed she’s got a body that would rock a swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated. But she’s only ever cared about herself, and I want no part of that.Except I can’t ignore this driving need to claim her. Make her mine. PREORDER ON AMAZON! Specific links below: US UK AU CA ...
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