Brenda St John Brown
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About Brenda St John Brown
Brenda is a USA Today bestselling author living in the English countryside. Originally from New York, she's lived in the UK long enough to gain dual citizenship, but still doesn’t understand Celsius. However, she has learned the appropriate use of the word “pants”. And how to order a proper bacon bap/barm/buttie. Because, well, bacon.
Brenda writes contemporary romance to make you giggle and swoon. When she’s not writing, she enjoys hiking, running and reading. In theory, she also enjoys cooking, but it’s more that she enjoys eating and, try as she might, she can’t live on Doritos alone.
For more information or to connect with Brenda visit http://brendastjohnbrown.com/
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Having inappropriate dreams about my ex-husband is problematic. The fact that he’s applied to be the business partner in my wedding business - and is an infuriatingly savvy businessman - is even more so.
Our marriage ended because we were both more married to our jobs than each other, but now I can barely look at Lincoln without imagining him naked. How the hell am I supposed to work with him?
My ex-wife, Evie - aka Evil (thank you, random autocorrect) - runs the most successful bridal shop in the whole of the Finger Lakes region and she needs a business partner. Happy coincidence because I need a steady income. ASAP.
I also need to stop noticing Evie’s curves. And her smile. And everything about her that makes me want a second chance.
Dating? Lower than a bikini wax on my list of priorities.
Blind dating? Let’s just say I’d rather have a Brazilian - and not the hot soccer-player variety.
So the fact I’ve agreed to do a blind-date feature for Pink, the magazine I work for, and write it all up Bridget Jones style means one thing - Pink is in dire straits and this is my best shot at saving my job.
Make that my only shot because date number one is with Jack Reese – the son of the publisher of Pink – and he dislikes me as much as I dislike him.
Or at least I thought he did.
Cake decorating isn’t supposed to be this difficult. Or this hot.
Convincing Violet Carraway to teach me how to decorate a wedding cake is easy—all it takes is a wad of cash and my pride. Keeping my focus on the fondant, well, that’s another story.
Violet isn’t the same shy girl she was in high school. Now she’s bold. Hot-tempered. Sexy. And the way she handles a piping bag makes me think about …other things. But I can’t afford to lose focus. Or alienate the one person who can help me make my side business my main gig.
I could teach Gage Bennett how to decorate a cake in my sleep. Years as a pastry chef are good for something. What they’re not good for? Keeping him out of my dreams.
I’ve hated Gage since high school. Back then he was arrogant and guilty by association of ruining my senior year. Grown-up Gage seems different. He’s kind and funny and, yes, dammit, unexpectedly sexy. But I’m not falling for this new-and-improved version of him. Am I?
Not that I'm noticing. Nope. I'm 150,000% over him.
As far as I’m concerned, my relationship with Alastair Wells is strictly professional. Despite that brooding regret he has when he looks at me. And that smile that tells me he has ideas of his own and they definitely include me. But not in any kind of professional sense.
Did I mention I’m 150,000% over this guy?
Maybe make that 149,000%...
If he calls me Ms. St Julien one more time, I might stab him in the eye with a pen.
Also my boss:
That tour of London I was supposed to be taking him on kind of ended up in his bedroom. Oops.
Which brings us to me:
In way over my head.
I probably should have declined my bestie’s invitation to spend the summer in England working at her family’s castle-turned-hotel. But, dammit, it was either that or teach summer school math. Two doors down from my ex.
Obvious choice, right?
Except now I’m living within kissing distance of Jasper for the entire summer, and he’s just as sweet and sexy as I remember. Unfortunately, I also remember he gave me the best orgasm of my life in short-term parking. And on the desk chair. Then the kitchen counter. Judging by the way he kisses me, he remembers too.
Clearly, the best solution is:
a)Avoid him at all costs;
b) Sneak into Jasper’s room and bring a little Atlanta heat to the UK;
c) Fall for him. Hard.
I’m not going to choose C. Almost definitely.
The Castle Calder series is a series of sexy rom coms that can be read in any order. You'll see your favorite characters across the whole series, so read one or read them all!
I’ll admit, having nine New Year's resolutions makes me twitchy. After all, I’m Allison Gottlieb; overthinker, overachiever, hot mess extraordinaire. I’ve spent my entire life trying to be the best but for some reason, I’ve always fallen short. When a near meltdown (and maybe too much champagne) lands me in front of an old friend, things finally start looking up.
If Mateo Ramirez, personal trainer, self-discipline junkie, and the Internet’s favorite smoothie-making underwear model, offers to help you, you say yes. We haven't seen each other in years but if anyone can help me turn my life around, it’s him. His smokin’ hot body is cold, hard proof of that.
Don’t judge me; I’m a lawyer. I like proof. A lot.
Mateo promises to test my limits and help me face my fears. He’s even feeding my neurosis by giving me that wonderfully even-numbered tenth resolution. But what I don’t know is that, in the midst of helping me check each item off my agenda, he has some resolutions of his own. And they all lead to one thing: becoming more than friends.
Eleven romantic comedy authors have teamed up to bring you *Happy New You*, a sexy, funny, heartwarming story about friendship, perseverance, and finding love in this crazy thing we call life. Oh, and the magic of onesie pajamas.
HE’S a hot actor with an image problem and I’M supposed to be his redemption??
Hollywood megastar Greyson Vaughn needs a girlfriend to help him combat rumours that he’s stalking his ex. I need a distraction from grad school, bills and my nonexistent love life. So when he offers me a job as his fake girlfriend for the weekend so the paparazzi can snap some cozy photos, I’m in.
But Greyson is either a better actor than I thought or I’ve fallen for the old bait and switch. Because there was nothing in our agreement about kissing. Or ending up in bed together. And those feelings he’s murmuring about…they’re for Hollywood romance, not real life. Aren’t they?
They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. But shagging a guy with a “Bad Decision” tattoo is never a good idea. It’s a warning label. Trust me.
So when a friend coerces me into taking part in a charity dating auction, I jump at the chance to leave London - and my bad decisions - behind for a weekend.
But Max Foster is there and he’s bidding on me like it’s his job. Max isn’t just a guy. He’s THE GUY - my first love who I haven’t seen since the day he left high school to go play professional football in Spain.
I shouldn’t see him again, never mind want to. Because letting him find out about the secret I’ve kept from him these past twelve years? That has “bad decision” written all over it.
This book contains content that some readers who have experienced pregnancy and loss may find upsetting.
Stefan Cane can fill out a Speedo, that's for sure. Not that Lucy's ever joined him at the beach, but she's been keeping up with his Insta since they shared that sizzling hot kiss at the Jingle Ball a few months ago. The kiss she ran away from like some kind of Disney princess.Except Lucy's no princess. And Stefan is certainly no prince.
He's the guy whose sole reason for being in her small English village is to put her pub out of business. As much as she'd like to repeat that kiss, she can't afford to mix business with pleasure. Losing her focus means she could lose everything and Lucy's not about to let that happen. Not even for the most lickable abs in England.
Getting a real-life chance with your old high school crush doesn’t happen every day. But then Finn O’Leary lends me five dollars and says I can buy him a coffee sometime to pay him back.
I don’t expect to be buying him coffee in Tokyo.
That’s what happens when your dad takes a job in Japan and drags you along for summer break. If I’d known Finn would be there, too, I’d have been thrilled, not resentful. Next thing I know, we’re exploring the temples and tangled streets of Tokyo together - sharing painful truths about my dead mother and his sketchy past.
But the biggest surprise? Finn doesn’t think he deserves me. Even as we get close, he holds back, while I fall faster than a penny dropped from the top of Tokyo Tower. Unless I can convince him to see himself the way I see him, my heart is going to get crushed.
I was *this* close to falling for Josh Devereaux’s easy charm and killer smile. God knows he’s made me feel more than anyone has in a long time, both in and out of bed. But one phone call changes everything. Especially when the truth about who Josh is and what he’s done is on the other end of that phone.
And trust is damn near impossible.
There’s only one way to make up for my past — helping Ella Ingraham avenge hers. Starting and finishing with her bastard ex. I was wrong, but he was worse. Way worse. I probably shouldn’t be looking forward to ruining this guy, but Ella deserves a second chance. I’m starting to think maybe we both do.
NOTE: Previously published as Truths We Tell.