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Our latest series has released and we can’t wait for you to read it. Discover GAME DAY: A College Football Romance …

The Mountain State Mustangs have a reputation for winning … until a sex scandal leaves them without a coach, without a quarterback, and seemingly without a chance at regaining their former glory. If they want to win, they’ll have to reignite their passion—both on the field and off. They’ll have to give it their all and put their hearts on the line if they want to score the biggest win of all—the women they love. Only one day matters … Game Day.

Through each steamy, action-packed novel, follow one of the Mountain State Mustangs and the smart, sexy woman who will win his heart.

Not to go all college cheerleader on you, but we Lilies are so excited about our latest release. We’re giving four back flips, three basket tosses, and two cheers to GAME DAY! We think you’ll cheer for this series too. Already, readers have called the first book “riveting and totally refreshing” filled with “amazing and relatable characters.”

Buy the first book, HEAD IN THE GAME, here. Or, for more bang for your buck (and your heart), pick up the boxed set for just $2.99.

Happy reading!

Love, the ladies of Lily Cahill

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Our newest series, GAME DAY, is releasing soon! We’re super excited about this college football romance and had so much fun writing about strong, sexy college ladies and the off-the-charts-hot football players they love.

HEAD IN THE GAME, the first book in the series, follows the story of Riley, a man who believes playing football is all he can be, and Lilah, a stunningly talented artist who hates the game. Want a little taste of all the action that awaits you in the book? Read on…

The classroom is an atrium, the north wall made entirely of windows. Beyond the glass lies a breathtaking view of the Rocky Mountains cradling a clear sky. The room smells faintly of canvas and turpentine, and the wood floor is speckled with years of paint. If I had dreamed of a classroom, it would look exactly like this.

I wander the room, familiarizing myself with the supplies. For this first class, I was planning on covering the basics of watercolors and oils, so I’m pleased to see that some graduate student has stocked the storage shelves with everything I need.

Maybe this won’t be so bad. I’m already thinking about ways to adjust my prepared lectures. They’re all too formal, too stiff. A room like this is full of distractions, and I can use that. The easels and tables are on casters, which will make it simple to use all the different spaces in the room. What if I ask the students to spend a few minutes each day mixing a color the exact same blue as the sky?

Behind me, the classroom door clicks open. I turn, expecting to see that the department head has come to greet me.

The man currently filling the doorway definitely isn’t the dainty, effete department head. This guy is tall, broad, and heavily muscled. And, some part of me adds, mouth-wateringly sexy. His strong jaw is clean-shaven, and his honey-colored hair is still wet from a recent shower. I feel a purely female pulse echo through me as my mouth goes dry.

Then I notice the silver Mustangs logo on his blue T-shirt and the workout bag slung over his shoulder emblazoned with MSU Football. Dammit. He’s a football player.

“Are you lost?” I say, my words harder than usual.

“I don’t think so,” he says, in a voice that holds the cadence of wide open spaces. “I’m pretty sure I’m looking for you.”

Believe us, the sparks between Riley and Lilah heat up to scorching levels in this book. You won’t want to miss it. Be on the lookout for our series GAME DAY: A College Football Romance soon! Until then, happy reading!

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Will you be tempted by sexy dragon shifter Damien? We think it’s safe to say you really, really will. “The Dragon’s Temptation,” book one in our new Kings of the Fire series, comes out in just a couple weeks. But here’s a little taste of the blazing hot love story between Damien and curvy witch Felicity to whet your appetite.

Goose bumps raced up her arms. Being around him was like touching a live wire. It woke up everything inside of her, made her feel like she was made of electricity.

The cab driver honked, ruining the moment. Damien pulled back, his skin heating under her hands as he growled. He was in control, not in danger of shifting, but she loved these little moments when she could feel his strength, his power. This second side of him that was so secret, that only she knew about. It thrilled her.

“You two coming or what?”

Damien muttered, “Shortly, I hope,” and startled a laugh out of her.

He smirked at her, dark and sultry, and pulled her toward the cab, opening the back door for her. She gave her address as she settled in, surprised when Damien swung his way into the car and sat directly next to her, in the middle seat.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, yet.”

The cab pulled away from the curb and pulled into the main street. It wasn’t far to The Witch’s Brew—only a couple of miles. There were advantages to living in a smaller community.

The hand on her knee abruptly cut off her train of thought. Felicity startled and then looked at Damien, who was staring straight ahead. His face looked completely neutral as his hand dipped below the hem of her knee-length skirt and began to go higher, higher.

She could feel the rough pads of his fingers on the delicate skin of her inner thighs, leaving blazing hot trails as they climbed. She tried not to squirm, but it was difficult. Her insides felt molten with sudden arousal. All of her worries seemed to vanish as she waited for him to go a little higher and touch her right—

There.

Felicity sucked in a deep breath as he brushed the edge of her panties, his touch deliberately slow and teasing. She could feel herself growing wetter with anticipation, dampening the fabric there. Without her permission, her knees fell open, giving him easier access. He traced over her lips, his touch feather-light. She bit her lip to keep back a moan of frustration.

His clever, clever fingers pushed aside her panties and traced the slit of her sex. Felicity shuddered and glanced at him again. He was still so cool, so collected, his face forward. If she wasn’t very aware of what he was doing to her, she’d never suspect it.

She couldn’t manage that same cool façade. His fingers circled her clit, and she sucked in a breath quickly—too quickly. Her eyes darted to the rearview mirror, but their driver had his eyes on the road. She relaxed ever so slightly, only to tense again when she felt one of Damien’s fingers dip inside of her.

Felicity felt hot all over, and yet she was practically shivering. His finger pulled out and pushed back in once, twice, three times—and then was joined by a second. He quickened his pace ever so slightly. Her arousal built quickly, curling just at the base of her spine, begging for more, for him to touch her there—there—so that she could ….

Propriety be damned. Felicity couldn’t help herself. She let her head fall back against the seat, her breath picking up. She wanted to come, to break again and again over Damien’s fingers, to sob out his name. She could feel the crescendo coming, nearly there, and barely contained the whine that wanted to be released from her throat.

There were cool lips on her cheek, and then Damien withdrew his fingers.

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Our latest series is on fire! Literally. Dragons, witches, magical intrigue–we’ve turned up the heat in more ways than one in KINGS OF THE FIRE. The first book in the series, THE DRAGON’S TEMPTATION, comes out soon. Until then, feast your eyes on this blazing hot cover…

We are in love with this cover, y’all. We might just have to lay awhile on that hottie’s abs, right? And the story between the covers? Scorching. We cannot wait for you to fall in love with these dragon brothers like we have. Until the release, here’s a bit more about the first book in the series, THE DRAGON’S TEMPTATION…

 

Felicity Valdez just wants a simple life. She’s turned her back on her family legacy and escaped to a tiny Pennsylvania town. She’s even changed her name to cut all ties between herself and the powerful Valdez family, who rules the magical world. All she wants is to run her shop, a place where she can brew up potions and a damn fine cup of coffee. And maybe flirt with the gorgeous guy who keeps coming in to see her. But there’s more to Damien than meets the eye, and Felicity is soon caught up in intrigue that could shatter her simple life forever.

Damien Dragomir has been on the run for decades. As the last dragon ruler of the magical world, he has sheltered his brothers from the Valdez family, usurpers who murdered his parents and would do the same to him if they could find him. Damien’s drive in life has been the safety of his family, but that was before he met Felicity. He can’t stop thinking about the beautiful witch who makes the killer coffee. Is the fire he feels for Felicity enough to trump his hatred of the Valdez name?

Love is supposed to conquer all, but can it overcome their history?

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We’re just days away from the official release of “Secretly Craved,” the first book in our new Billionaire Bear Brotherhood series. Here’s a little taste of characters Skye and Marcus to whet your appetite.

For the first time in years, Skye wasn’t thinking about what was best for her career. She was barely able to think at all. Her brain was clouded with a haze of lust. She could walk away now and end this evening like a professional. Or she could let go and, just this once, take what she wanted for herself.

Marcus reached out and tipped her chin up so she was looking him in the face. “Skye. Do you want me?”

“Yes.” The word came out on a whisper, but he obviously heard her because his eyes flared with triumph. Slowly, so slowly that she could have pulled away at any moment, he lowered his mouth to hers.

It was a soft kiss, a light kiss. Yet, it reverberated through her like an earthquake. He tasted of champagne and chocolate, of sin. She couldn’t help but reach out her tongue to taste him.

That was all he needed. He crushed her body to his, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. His hands were everywhere, hot and demanding, turning her skin to molten lava.

She was just as hungry as he was. She shoved his jacket to the floor to better feel the strong body beneath his shirt. God, he was huge—slabs of muscle layered over his torso, all hard and cut like granite. He was so strong, she thought dizzily as she ran her hands over his arms and shoulders. So powerful.

His hands were on her ass, kneading the flesh there, and she would have felt self-conscious if he hadn’t groaned with satisfaction. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on your ass since the first time we met,” he growled in her ear, and she shivered with pleasure.

Suddenly, he boosted her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her narrow skirt hiked up to her hips, and through the thin lace of her panties she could feel his erection pressing against the front of his pants.

If what she felt was any indication, he was huge in more ways than one.

He continued to kiss her as he carried her across the room to his desk and sat her on the edge, sweeping papers aside. “Did I mention I love you in this dress?” he asked, running his hands up her side.

“No,” she said, breathless. His blue eyes were laser-focused.

“I’m going to love you more out of it,” he said, yanking down the zipper that ran up the back.

We’ll leave the rest to your imagination …. But you can read the rest of that scene and more when “Secretly Craved” is released!

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Happy Valentine’s Day, heroes! To celebrate the day of love, we’re giving our readers something hot to spice up your day. Enjoy this steamy scene from “Prince Hudson,” book 1 in our Alpha Bear Princes series! And may today find you getting lucky in every possible way. Love, Lily

By the time the elevator finally dinged in the lobby, Kay’s heart was beating a wild rhythm in her chest. This was insane—fun, sexy insane—but still insane. She felt as jittery as a hummingbird.

They stepped onto the elevator and Hudson flashed his keycard against a sensor. As soon as the doors closed, Hudson pressed her against the wall, his hands firm on her waist, her hands landing on his chest. His voice rumbled low and sensual in her ear.

“I’m going to make you come now. And I’m going to do it before these doors open again.”

All Kay’s air left her as her core tightened in response to his words.

Was he serious? He wasn’t pressing any buttons to stop the elevator. Even if he’d rented the penthouse, they had maybe seventy-five floors. What was that in elevator time, thirty seconds? Maybe a minute?

She’d always been sort of a slow-burner where sex was concerned. It took her time. What if he expected something different? What if she couldn’t—?

A little cry escaped from Kay’s throat. He’d already started.

She felt his hand reach under her skirt and her eyes whipped to meet his.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to look at me when you come,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers.

His hand slid between her thighs as his foot nudged her legs further apart.

She gasped.

“I want you to remember this moment,” he said, curling the other hand into her hair.

Goosebumps spread across her flesh. His fingers felt so good on her scalp.

Then his other hand found her.

In one fluid motion, he’d slipped the crotch of her panties to the side and plunged two fingers deep inside her, his thumb circling her clit.

Kay cried out, so loud it normally would have embarrassed her. But she felt too good to care.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he said. “I love how wet you are for me. You feel so fucking good.”

Kay thought she might never breathe again. No one had ever talked to her like this—dirty and commanding and so wonderfully in control of her body. It was really turning her on. Her skin felt alive, on fire, responsive in a way she’d never felt before. She felt herself growing tighter around him with every plunge of his fingers into her sensitive center.

She was close. Holy shit. She was already close.

She moaned and closed her eyes, undone by the sensations already building in her body. She let herself sink into him, opened wider to let him delve deeper.

“No,” he said in a commanding tone. “Open your eyes. I want you to remember how easy it is for me to make you come, baby. And I want you to see how much I love it when you do.”

She obeyed.

The sight of his eyes only sent her higher. He was locked on her, absolutely focused, honed in to her pleasure. She’d never felt so exposed and so safe all at once.

“Good, baby. That’s perfect. Now come for me.”

With the words he plunged even deeper and reached a place inside her she hadn’t known existed before that moment.

Her body buckled around him, tightened and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She felt herself holding on to him, felt her fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to probe her depths, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t. She felt too good, too overwhelmed, to summon any control.

His hand left her hair and held her close—kept her standing, really—as the final wave crested and fell away, his eyes never leaving hers.

Holy. Shit.

He was still looking at her with that probing stare, those intense eyes. A cocky, satisfied grin spread across his face.

The elevator slowed and stilled.

Ding.

Hudson pulled his fingers out of her just as the doors opened.

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In honor of Valentine’s Day, each Lily is recounting the book that first made them blush, swoon, and fall in love with romance. Happy reading, heroes! And most of all, happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Lily

It’s hard to pinpoint my first romance novel, because it sort of feels like every story I ever loved growing up was heavy on romance with swoon-worthy heroes, even from a young age. There was Almonzo Wilder in the “Little House on the Prairie” series, and of course the incomparable Gilbert Blythe in “Anne of Green Gables.” But most of my childhood reads weren’t really called “romance.” Not officially, at least.

It feels like there must have been something before this one, but the first time I remember being totally blown away by a romance was by Jude Devereaux’s “Wild Orchids.”

It had absolutely everything I wanted at the time: an intriguing mystery, a dash of the paranormal, and a heavy dose of love.

My tastes have changed a lot since then, but the book still holds a special place in my heart. I had just embarked on learning to become a writer, and I remember thinking that if “Wild Orchids” was considered a romance novel, I’d be proud to call myself a romance writer. It was that well written.

Here’s a bit about the book:

Have you ever lost someone who meant more to you than your own soul?

Ford Newcombe has. For years, he loved his wife, Pat, more than anyone — and anything — in the world. She came into his life when he was just an inexperienced college student with big dreams of becoming a published author. With love and humor, she guided him down the path that would eventually lead him to more success than he ever dreamed possible. Since Pat’s death six years ago, Ford has lived a life of solitude, barely able to put pen to paper, and rumors are flying that it was Pat who actually created the books the world so loved. If there’s one thing that Ford needs it’s inspiration, and it finally comes in the guise of Jackie Maxwell — a smart, sassy university researcher with just enough attitude to match Ford’s sharp intellect. But it’s her intimate knowledge of the story of a young woman’s friendship with the devil — and what the townspeople did to her — that persuades Ford to hire Jackie as his assistant and to move to Cole Creek, North Carolina, where the story is said to have taken place. They soon learn that even though the inhabitants of Cole Creek try to deny it, they are still plagued by the consequences of the otherworldly tale of passion and death. As Ford and Jackie work to unravel the truth, they discover a connection between their lives and the past, a connection that not only helps them solve a long-ago crime but offers the promise of new love.

Loved by readers and critics alike for her “golden touch” (Publishers Weekly), Jude Deveraux has once again created a story that pulls at readers’ heartstrings, titillates their imaginations, and uncovers a long-buried passion that far surpasses the boundary between life and death.

Enjoy the book yourself! It’s available HERE on Amazon.

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In honor of Valentine’s Day, each Lily is recounting the book that first made them blush, swoon, and fall in love with romance. Happy reading, heroes! And most of all, happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Lily

“The Princess Bride“ is a perfect book.

It’s just fact. It’s incontrovertible. The sky is blue. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. “The Princess Bride” is perfect.

And, okay, so I might be a bit biased. It’s my favorite book, after all. It’s what I turn to when I don’t know what else to read—I have large swaths of it memorized because of how often I’ve re-read it. But I really think that, objectively, it’s one of the most inventive, daring, and interesting books ever written, and that it works on every single level, for every single audience.  If that ain’t perfection, then I don’t know what is.

Most people are familiar with the (also very wonderful) 1987 film adaption, in which the kid from The Wonder Years is read Westley and Buttercup’s tale of true love and high adventure as a bedtime story while he is ill.

The book goes a step further—William Goldman opens the book by telling the reader the story of his immigrant father, who bravely struggled through reading “The Princess Bride” to Goldman as a young child while he was confined to bed with a serious illness. Sound familiar?

Anecdotes from his father abound throughout the novel, interjected into the story. Goldman weaves them in expertly—the time his father stopped reading because his childhood self accused him of reading a passage wrong while aware of how sensitive his father was of reading in his second language. A similar scene plays in the movie, but Goldman makes the moment so personal that you almost can’t believe that all these memories are just as fictitious as Westley and Buttercup’s love affair.

That’s right: It’s all a part of the story.

“The Princess Bride,” as Goldman the Narrator (different than Goldman the Author) tells it, was written by a Florinese writer named S. Morgenstern. Goldman the Narrator fell in love with the book after his father read to him as a child, and as an adult, he’s decided to create a “good parts” version—it skips over some of the “history” (a word I use lightly here) and instead sticks to the main story—to Buttercup and Westley and Humperdink and Fezzik and Inigo and all those loveable characters you recognize from the movie.

So the first part of this very ambitious novel is the frame story: Goldman the Narrator telling the readers about his experiences with the novel as a young boy, as a writer inspired to “edit” it, as a successful screenwriter now charged with adapting it. He treats himself like a character, making up whole stories (one of my favorites includes an aside about his son feeling inspired by Fezzik—Goldman the Author doesn’t have a son, he has two daughters).

The next part is the story itself, the one you are probably familiar with: Buttercup the surprise princess and her farmboy-turned-pirate love, Westley. The story is so good, and I can’t accurately describe why. It works on every level. The satire is spot on and hilarious, but it also has moments of genuine sweetness and romance (ugh, Westley leaving the farm makes my heart feel things EVERY TIME). Buttercup and Westley have the kind of timeless, fairy tale romance that makes me swoon a little—and I am not the kind of girl who swoons easily.

But not to be content by telling the story in a straightforward manner, Goldman the Author outdoes himself. S. Morgenstern, the “real author” of the original Florinese novel (cough cough) often interjects his thoughts into the story as it goes along, telling you how he feels about taxes, doctors, stew, his wife, etc. The parentheses aren’t for every reader, but they’re probably my favorite part.

Goldman the Narrator also pops in every now and again to tell you what he “cut” from the “original novel.”  He summarizes whole months of the story in a few paragraphs while telling you some of the insane things he’s edited (for example, something like twenty pages dedicated to one character packing hats). (Come ON, tell me that isn’t hilarious.) I often think about this technique and admire it—what a brilliant way to bypass the parts of the story that aren’t fun to write. As a writer myself, I am supremely jealous I didn’t think of this idea first.

It takes a special kind of author to write a “Lady and the Tiger” ending, and then pop in as a caricature of himself and make that exact comment to the reader.

I can’t think of another novel that accomplishes so much in just a couple hundred pages. If you want a sweet romance that will blow your mind with its absolutely insane story craftsmanship, look no further.

(It’s also free right now on Kindle Unlimited. COME ON KU READERS!!! READ THIS AND TALK TO ME (Liz) ABOUT THIS FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please and thanks :))

Buy it here!

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In honor of Valentine’s Day, each Lily is recounting the book that first made them blush, swoon, and fall in love with romance. Happy reading, heroes! And most of all, happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Lily

I can’t remember the first time I swooned at a couple in a book, or the first time I read something that classified as romance, but I do absolutely remember the first time that I read something naughty.

It was romance, and it made me swoon, but it also made me blush. I loved Jane Green’s “Mr. Maybe” for so many reasons, and it still has a special place in my heart. It was my teenage benchmark for sexiness that everything else was measured against.

Mr. Maybe by Jane Green

To Libby Mason, Mr. Right has always meant Mr. Rich. A twenty-seven-year-old publicist, she’s barely able to afford her fashionable and fabulous lifestyle, and often has to foot the bill for dates with Struggling Writer Nick, a sexy but perpetually strapped-for-cash guy she’s dating (no commitments–really). So when Ed, Britain’s wealthiest but stodgiest bachelor, enters the picture, her idea of the fairy-tale romance is turned on its head. Libby soon finds herself weighing the advantages of Nick’s sexual prowess and tender heart against Ed’s luxurious lifestyle and unlimited retail therapy. But when the diamond shopping commences, Libby is forced to realize that the time for “maybe” is up.

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In honor of Valentine’s Day, each Lily is recounting the book that first made them blush, swoon, and fall in love with romance. Happy reading, heroes! And most of all, happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Lily

It’s hard for me to pinpoint my first romance novel. I was one of those annoying kids who read every book I could get my hands on, including some that I probably wasn’t ready for. Let’s just say I discovered “The Joy of Sex” earlier than most experts would recommend. That means I read a lot of books with romantic or sexual content that weren’t necessarily romance novels. I distinctly remember feeling a thrill when Calvin kissed Meg in “A Wrinkle in Time.” I also distinctly remember listening to “Clan of the Cave Bear” with my mom and sister on a road trip, and all of us being shocked when the sex scenes began. And don’t even get me started on “Pride and Prejudice.” Darcy is totally on my list on literary ladyboners.

Despite the fact that I was frequently drawn to the romantic elements of literary and genre novels, I persisted in believing that all romance novels were crap. My (mostly male) friends considered romance novels populist dreck that only appealed to the lowest common denominator, and I agreed with them because I was 19 and an idiot. (Of course, the fantasy, sci-fi, and horror books that they loved were literary gems in disguise and totally worth appreciating … but that’s another blog post.) I was working at a book store at the time, and one of my co-workers would regularly rag on Nora Roberts because her books took up two full shelves in the romance section. I joined in because, as previously mentioned, I was an idiot, but a small seed of doubt was planted. Clearly Nora Roberts was incredibly successful. Clearly people loved her work. Maybe, just maybe, she might be worth reading.

Not long after, one of my friend’s mothers gave me a box of books she was getting rid of. In that box was “River’s End” by Nora Roberts. I thanked her politely, while inwardly sneering, and decided to hate-read it right away so I could intelligently bash it. Instead, I had a transformative reading experience that would change the course of my life.

“River’s End” is the story of Olivia, the daughter of a murdered Hollywood star who has found solace in the Pacific Northwest woods where she runs a nature hotel with her grandparents. Her life is busy and full, and she has mostly forgotten about Noah, the first love who betrayed her in her youth. Then he comes back, determined to find out what really happened to Olivia’s mother and find a way to fix the rift between them. Olivia and Noah are both strong, funny, opinionated, intelligent characters, and they have genuine conflict and chemistry. More importantly, Olivia is more than an abstract pretty face.

There’s a huge body of literature that I think of as “Heartbreak Porn,” where a male main character falls for a woman because she’s pretty and then whines about it for 500 pages. I would put “Of Human Bondage” in this category, along with “Swann’s Way” and “Norwegian Wood.” Some of these books are exquisitely written, but the female main character is hardly more than an object that the man covets. Not so in “River’s End.” Olivia is tough, complex, and imperfect. Her relationship with Noah forces her to face her demons and change for the better. I think this may have been one of the first books I ever read where love was portrayed as sustaining, rather than a source of pathos and heartbreak. Olivia and Noah had to work for their happiness, and they chose to do it together.

I read and re-read this book. Then I started to read all the Nora Roberts books I could find. I was introduced to the Stanislaskis and the MacGregors, the Templetons and the Quinns. All these wonderful, complicated characters who are good on their own but better together. And slowly, something changed in me. It occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, love didn’t have to be about yearning and heartache. It might be possible that I might find love, even though I don’t have the elegant profile and consumptive air that 19th century writers seem to find so attractive. And, over the next ten years, I began to imagine that I might be able to write a book that would touch someone the way Nora Roberts has touched me.

If I could go back in time and talk to that co-worker who hated Nora Roberts, I would tell him to give her a real shot. Don’t assume that because a book has a happy ending that it doesn’t have real-life value. I like books that are about people tearing their relationships apart, but I love books that are about people finding a way to be together.

Plus, you know, sex scenes. Sex scenes are great.

Olivia’s parents were among Hollywood’s golden couples…until the night a monster came and took her mother away forever. A monster with the face of her father…

Sheltered from the truth, an older Olivia only dimly recalls her night of terror—but her recurring nightmares make her realize she must piece together the real story. Assisted by Noah Brady, the son of the police detective who found her cowering in her closet so many years before, she may have her chance. Noah wants to reconstruct the night that has become an infamous part of Hollywood history. He also wants to help Olivia and heal the longing in her lonely heart. But once the door to her past is opened, there’s no telling what’s waiting on the other side. For somewhere, not too far away, the monster walks again.

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