One book. Five love stories.
When three men attempt to abduct Ava, Remi, a courageous stranger, risks his life to give Ava a chance to escape. Will either of them survive?
Welcome to a charming Southern cul-de-sac where neighbors are family. Together, they share intimate friendships, abundant laughter, and delicious food. Tragedy strengthens their bonds, and tender, sweet romances develop among them.
After four years of dating Santiago, Rosamunde ends the relationship. When he begs her for a second chance, will she trust him again?
José has been in love with María since childhood, but he’s ready to move beyond friendship. Will he finally tell her how much he loves her?
Chiquita is desperate to find her soul mate. Will she learn to stop focusing on handsome men and find contentment through serving her community with goodness?
Empowered by a mother’s love, Angeliqùe, a single mother, has dedicated her life to raising her daughter. Now that her daughter is in college, will Angeliqùe finally take care of herself?
You are invited to live among lifelike characters, some flawed, others inspiring, and witness the inescapable power of love in this Happily Ever After, Standalone, Contemporary Christian Romance spiced with Rom Com laughter and heart-grabbing Suspense.
Chapter 1
Ava
Luminous ripples of sunlight caressed my face, sedating me. I glided upon a silken sea of unconsciousness. A shadowy awareness intruded, threatening my delicious slumber. I forced it away, refusing to rouse. I compelled my mind back toward the veil of darkness mingled with yellow shafts of light.
“Your hair is pretty,” a man’s voice whispered. My eyes opened, blinded by the sun’s radiance. I struggled to focus on the sketch of a shirtless man squatting at my right. “I always had a thing for curls,” he said. I became aware of two, brawny silhouettes hovering above me.
I was on my feet instantly, murmuring the obvious, “I fell asleep.”
Shirtless stood. “Hey, pretty girl. What’s your name?” He reached to touch my hair.
I stepped back. “Uh … hello. Uhm, are y’all from the hurricane cottages across the highway?” I asked.
His eyes explored me. “Yeah, sweetheart.”
“I saw the cottages moved in a few days ago.” I considered gathering my book, sandals, and blanket off the grass where I had been laying, but I wanted to remain standing. I decided to leave them. “It’s a great area. All the neighbors look out for each other.” I searched for anyone, anywhere, beyond the sprinkling of tall pines surrounding us.
“Well, ain’t that considerate.” He smiled as he invaded my personal space.
“I have to go now,” I said. As I attempted to walk away, Shirtless blocked me.
“Where ya’ going? Stay here and talk a lil’ while,” he said.
“I can’t. I’m late. Someone will be here to pick me up in just a few minutes,” I lied. Shirtless grabbed my right wrist and pulled me close, face to face, his body touching mine. Dripping with sweat, he repulsed me. “If you think you are impressing me with your rudeness or intimidating me with your primate friends, you are entirely mistaken. Who do you think you are to put your hand on me?”
“Listen to the venom coming outta’ those pretty lips,” he laughed, “I caught a lil’ cottonmouth.”
I glared into his face, pretending to be undaunted. I was small but strong, so I stepped back indignantly and jerked my arm with all my strength knowing I could break free from his shackle.
I was wrong. His grip remained firm.
“What are you getting so feisty about, girl?”
“Let go of my wrist!” My anger elicited tears, which only exasperated me further. I didn’t want the jerk to see me cry.
“You’re too much, girl,” he laughed. “I like your spunk.” He loosened his grip. “You scared of me?”
“No. I am not.” We both knew I was lying.
“I ain’t gonna’ hurt you.” He gently caressed his finger down my face, then stroked my jaw. “You’re too pretty to hurt.” He grinned flirtatiously, expecting to warm me
