THE REMINGTONS join the LOVE IN BLOOM series by New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author Melissa Foster. This 5-book steamy contemporary romance series features alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're flawed, funny, passionate, and very relatable to readers who enjoy new adult romance, contemporary romance, and women's fiction.
18 incredible authors have written spinoff books based on characters from different books in the LOVE IN BLOOM series. These books are all featured through the Kindle World. Enjoy the first installment of these books.
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For ten years those words echoed in the mind of professional organizer Beatrice Sanders. She buried her painful past beneath a life of order, control, and solitude.
William Connors passes the days by losing himself in woodworking and farming in his family owned apple orchard. He’s haunted by the moment he chose a woman who made sense for the farm, but not for himself, just like his father had.
Five years after William’s divorce, he makes a decision he hopes will change his life, and seeks out Beatrice, the only woman he ever loved--and the one he betrayed. William hopes to plant a seed of forgiveness in her heart, but does time really heal all wounds?
“How…how is he?”
Jodi chewed on her lower lip for a moment.
“You know I don’t like going down this road, it never ends well.”
Beatrice rolled her eyes.
“And I like going down the road of having my best friend trying to set me up with every guy with a pulse?”
“Point taken, but remember when you feel the urge to start collecting more useless hobbies after I tell you how he is, I didn’t start it.”
“Jodi, I’m a big girl.”
“He’s fine, and no he hasn’t asked about you, William has moved on and so should you.”
“But he is divorced, right?”
Jodi balled up her napkin and nodded.
“For two years, but I think he’s seeing someone now.”
“Are they serious?”
“Sure, maybe, I don’t know, I teach him martial arts and we don’t discuss his love life.”
Another buzz from Beatrice’s vibrates the table.
“Why can’t your hobby be settling down?”
Swiping the surface of her phone to silence the alarm and putting it in her pocket, Beatrice signaled the waiter for the check.
“Not everyone gets it right the first time. You and Trent are clearly a match, but don’t mistake your luck in finding the right one as expertise in romance.”
Bestselling author Christine Cunningham loves stories and loves to share stories with her audience. She’s a cat lover and tea enthusiast who infuses her own experiences and adventures in her books. Several of her books have earned five star ratings because she works to write a book that will give you a thrill, tease your heart strings, and make you cheer for the hero to win.
Willa Stowe left her small town for the bright lights of New York to follow in the footsteps of her literary idol, Kurt Remington.
She didn't expect that her great apartment was actually a Craigslist scam or that she'd be broke in a new city.
With nowhere else to go, she buys a jar of jam at the Brooklyn Flea and relays her story to the lady behind the booth who hires her on the spot. Her first job? Deliver jam to the most eligible bachelor in Brooklyn and the owner of the FO winery, Justin Foster.
Justin spent his years since graduating from college, focusing on building his winery and proving to his blue blood parents that he could build something on his own.
He didn't expect the wide-eyed Midwestern girl to walk into his winery, or to fall head over heels for her.
But when a trip to Justin's parent's family vineyard brings some unexpected guests from his past, Willa and Justin have to find out if this urban businessman and aspiring author can find some kind of love.
"Are you trying to tell me I should give you some inspiration?" I stepped closer, not wanting to do anything she didn't want me to, but the more she licked her lips, the more I wanted to taste them.
"What have you got for me?" she whispered, looking up at me with those bright hazel eyes dancing.
I ran my fingers along her jawline, her body shivering as I stepped closer. "I think maybe you should look into writing romance."
Without thinking any further, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped, her mouth opening to mine. She had the sweetest lips and an even more intoxicating taste. Her tongue found mine and my body pulsed as she wrapped her arms around my neck, moving closer to me.
I put my hands on her hips, feeling the curves of her body under my fingertips. I wanted to push her up against the wall and take her right there against all the barrels. When she moaned and bit my lip, I gripped onto the thin fabric of her dress, trying to hold myself back from doing just that.
Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.
When the planes crashed into the World Trade Center on 9/11, Brock Westhaven didn’t just lose his dad, he lost his future. Now the project manager for Aspen Construction, Brock had two goals—to rebuild the family business, and get his still-grieving mother out of her less than desirable circumstances. His plan was simple until Charlotte Cruise appeared.
Charlotte Cruise lost everything to corporate greed. Despite a deathbed promise to her cancer-stricken mother, Charlie wasn’t a real activist. So when the construction company responsible for her mother’s death showed up with yet another potentially lethal project, Charlie chained herself to the front door to stop their progress. She wasn’t expecting the project manager to be tall, dark and unforgettable.
Two lives pushed together by fate and torn apart by circumstances. Can they beat the odds and give into their desires, or will their stubborn dispositions get in the way of true love?
She had a voice as sweet as maple syrup and a body that sizzled with sin. My curiosity was sparked. “I just moved here from New York City.” I gave a cursory look over the menu. “Some silver-haired lady told me to come here and order the chicken and taters. She said to tell Charlie that she sent me. Is he around?” I peeked past Charlotte into the cutout window of the kitchen, but I didn’t see anyone.
“You’re looking at her.” She leaned forward and into my personal space. “Charlotte … remember? Charlie for short.” She placed a napkin and silverware in front of me.
“You’re hard to forget.” And she was. She was quirky and strange, but I found that a refreshing change to the girls I met in New York. They were brand names and fine dining, whereas Charlie gave me the impression she was the salt of the earth.
“Oh, you won’t forget me.”
Kelly Collins writes with the intention of keeping the love alive.
Always a romantic, she is inspired by real time events mixed with a dose of fiction. She encourages her readers to reach the happily ever after and bask in the afterglow of the perfectly imperfect love.
Kelly lives in Colorado with her husband of twenty-five years. She loves hockey, shiny objects, and has a passion for lemon drop martinis.
Diem Keegan's cupcake bakery is working the wedding of what's proving to be bridzilla of the year, fashion model Lili Crew. After a particular trying meeting with the bride-to-be, Diem uncharacteristically complains about her client while drinking at a bar in the hotel where the wedding his being held. Just when Diem thinks the wedding can't get more stressful, she realizes the bartender was none other that the owner of the hotel, Sterling Crew, Lili's brother. Will this be a disaster, or a recipe for love?
Lili gave me an entire thirty minutes of her time. By the time she’d tasted, and rejected every sample of cake I’d brought, my legs were asleep, and I could barely get off the floor.
“This has no flavor.” She threw it back in the box.
“This is delicious, but I can’t have red cake for my wedding. Can you make it with white cake?” It was red velvet cake.
When I suggested it was red velvet, but I could make the frosting very white, and thick liners, she threw the sample across the hallway. I took a deep breath.
It was no wonder her brother didn’t have the hotel wedding staff planning her wedding. He needed to keep them. They’d have quit after the first week of planning. She’d been pleasant for the first ten minutes when we sat down, even asked me how things had been going since high school, so I thought maybe Siena had gotten through to her.
“Was that Siena Remington I saw you with?” Yes, it took me that long to get up the nerve to ask her.
Absentmindedly, she responded, “Uh, huh. I’ll be right back.” She stood and dashed down the hallway.
USA Today Bestselling author, Jamie Lee Scott, loves killing people. I mean writing a good mystery, or a good romance. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, two dogs, two cats, and three horses on a small farm. When she's not writing novels she's writing screenplays and making indie films, or competing at barrel races.
Harboring secrets has jeopardized Bree Winthrop's spot on the US Ski Team. She's lost her focus and drive to win. Her only hope to remain on the team is Riley "Ry" Guyette—the one man she doesn't trust. Bree must let go of the past if she wants to keep her dreams alive.
Ry knows what it's like to crash and burn after a ski accident sidelined him from competition two years ago. But his coach wants Ry to help a teammate regain her focus and competitive edge. Too bad he hasn't spoken to Bree in six years—six very long years.
Bree and Ry face a mountain of struggles. Will they be able to learn that forgiveness isn't the steepest slope they must conquer?
“I’ll make my final decision when I see how the cookies turn out.”
“You won’t be disappointed.”
Her gaze met his.
Awareness passed between them, strong and undeniable. The connection felt real, almost electric, and pulled him in.
She tilted her head, exposing her neck. All he could think about was leaving a trail of kisses from her collar to her lips.
Moisture filled Ry’s mouth. His pulse accelerated. The temperature in the condo rose twenty degrees. He took a step toward her, wanting to get closer, then stopped.
He moved back, went around the breakfast bar, and gathered the ingredients in the kitchen. Her scent—something citrusy—hung in the air. Every nerve ending seemed conscious of Bree, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, her adjusting the ice pack against her hip.
Yes, she was pretty. Hot, actually.
But her appearance shouldn’t matter.
He was used to being around gorgeous models—holding them, touching them, kissing them. All for the camera.
But this sudden connection with Bree?
The low ache might be familiar, but the longing in his chest wasn’t.
USA Today bestselling author, Melissa McClone has published over thirty novels with Harlequin and Tule Publishing Group and been nominated for Romance Writers of America’s RITA® award. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, three school-aged children, two spoiled Norwegian Elkhounds and cats who think they rule the house.
Six years of traveling for her television series has left host Kiley Nelson longing for a place to call her own. Spending a weekend at her girlfriend’s beach house is the perfect reprieve, especially when she purchases property to finally settle down. But her peaceful escape is shaken when she smashes into a car containing the sinfully sexy and infuriated passenger, Jeff Hammond, who immediately melts her heart.
Jeff, staying at his friend’s Montauk home to relax after a trying week of building a home for a spoiled diva, doesn’t count on sharing his weekend with the flaky, yet incredibly sexy, Kiley. He agrees to build her house, despite the tug on his heart as Kiley turns him on in every delicious way.
Passionate weekends and shared dreams begin to shape the house they start to build together. As their relationship deepens, so do the wounds from past hurts, rousing ghosts from Jeff’s traumatic past. When a summer storm rolls in at the nearly complete house, they’re forced to deal with the past before it shakes and cracks the very foundation they’ve built.
As they swam out again to wait for the next one, they turned toward one another. Jeff pulled her to him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist without thinking that it was a pretty intimate position to be in with a man she’d only met a few hours earlier.
His strong arms encircled her back, and he drew her closer until their lips met. Kiley thought of nothing else but the taste of salt on his mouth. They both opened their lips at the same time, and tongues entwined as the water swirled around them. Only when the next wave hit and pulled them both under did they pull apart.
“I didn’t expect that,” she sputtered when she surfaced. “That was some kiss.”
Jeff grinned. “Didn’t you like it?”
“I loved it, but I don’t even know you. Don’t you think it’s kind of sudden?”
“You mean, you need to find out if I’m a mass murderer or something?”
She splashed water on him and then dove under, swimming closer to shore. When she came up for air, he was right next to her.
Bestselling author, P.C. Zick describes herself as a storyteller no matter what she writes. And she writes in a variety of genres, including romance, contemporary fiction, and nonfiction. She's won various awards for her essays, columns, editorials, articles, and fiction.
Many of her novels contain stories of Florida and its people and environment, which she credits as giving her a rich base for her storytelling. "Florida's quirky and abundant wildlife - both human and animal - supply my fiction with tales almost too weird to be believable." Her Behind the Love trilogy - contemporary romance - is also set in Florida, but she's now working on a series set in the Smoky Mountains.
Her fiction contains the elements most dear to her heart, ranging from love to the environment. All of her novels contain elements of romance with strong female characters and descriptive settings. She believes in living lightly upon this earth with love, laughter, and passion, and through her fiction she imparts this philosophy in an entertaining manner with an obvious love for her characters, plot, and themes.