The Christmas Cookie Shop by Ginny Baird

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by Ginny Baird


Come home this Christmas to…


Where everyday dreams come true!

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Ginny Baird brings you the start of a brand new holiday series…


(Christmas Town, Book 1)

Hannah Winchester is down on her luck and disillusioned with love, but her fortunes are about to change. When Hannah inherits a defunct bakery in East Tennessee, her first thought is to sell it and settle her substantial debt. Then the townsfolk welcome her warmly and she’s taken with the joyful spirit of the place, where stores employ holiday themes and residents have surnames like Christmas and Claus. After a handsome lawman comes to her aid dressed as Santa, Hannah learns he’s more than a hot guy in a red suit and shiny black boots. Sheriff Carter Livingston has joined in the cause of rejuvenating the town, and he’s encouraging her to do her part. Hannah’s great-grandmother, Lena, sold special holiday cookies that brought hope and renewal to the people of Christmas Town. Yet Hannah has plans elsewhere and isn’t looking to stay. Can she possibly reopen the shop known for kindling romance—without sacrificing her heart?

Excerpt Four:

Hannah’s heart beat faster, and that gargantuan butterfly resurfaced from out of nowhere, fluttering its enormous wings. “Great!” she said, and her lips trembled. Oh no, not the trembling lips! It started earlier with those blasted butterflies. Now, my lips are quaking, just imagining the feel of his mouth on mine, sweet waves of heat crashing over me as he holds me in his arms… The next things to go would be her knees. And Hannah knew exactly what would give way after those: her heart! Full stop.

Hannah was glad Carter had returned to the kitchen before she’d broken out in a rapid blush. Forget about my forehead! This ice is needed elsewhere! She began by pressing the ice pack to the sides of her neck, then her cheeks and her collarbone, right above the V of her powder-blue pullover sweater, the frosty surface instantly cooling her scorching skin.

She wore a crisp white blouse underneath her sweater and had faded stretch jeans tucked into her favorite pair of lace-up boots. She’d gotten them at the thrift store but they were made of real leather. All broken in and comfortable too. Hannah supposed they were meant for hiking, but they served her well enough for everyday wear, and were especially good in the snow. She was admiring them when she felt a dribble of icy water run down her cleavage. No, that was two dribbles. Three! An entire stream! Hannah lifted the ice bag in horror to see it had been leaking, leaving a large wet spot on each of her breasts!

“Supper’s read—” Carter stopped halfway to the couch to stare at her. “Problem?”

Hannah’s chin jerked up and she slapped her arms across her chest. “I… er…”

“You seem to have sprung a leak.” He squinted in incredulity. “Or…two?”

“Not me!” she answered hurriedly, as Jingles scampered across her legs and Belle curled into her lap. “The ice bag! It’s, uh…dripping!”

“Right.” Carter quickly set the tray containing stew, pears, wine, cheese, and biscuits on the coffee table and lifted the ice pack from the soggy seat cushion. He tested the fit of its cap. “Looks like the seal came loose. I’ll go grab a towel.”

“And I’ll just run and…change!” Hannah yelped, the instant he’d left the room. Then she scooted the kittens aside and dashed up the steps, positively mortified.

Copyright © 2016 Ginny Baird


mediakit_authorphoto_thechristmascookieshopAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Romance writer Ginny Baird has published novels in print and online and received screenplay options from Hollywood for her family and romantic comedy scripts. Whether writing lighthearted romantic comedy or spine-tingling romantic suspense, she delights in delivering heartwarming stories.

She is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, a Top 10 Best Seller on Kindle, NOOK and iBooks, and a #1 Best Seller in several Romance and Women’s Fiction categories. When she’s not writing, Ginny enjoys cooking, biking and spending time with her family in Virginia. Ginny loves hearing from her readers! She invites you to visit her website and connect with her on social media.








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Yes, I have a new cover

Nwinningthebet_mediumow Maggie has something else to worry about—her heart.

Maggie and Jack were introduced to the kinkier side of sex by partners with the wrong idea about the lifestyle. They are now careful and leery around others, and for good reason. Jack is afraid he will hurt the women he dates, and Maggie is just afraid.

The two live in the same apartment complex, and they’re very aware of each other, but that’s as far as things have gone. Neither one of them knows how to get past the mental block. Then one day Jack shows up at the VA clinic where Maggie works, and their lives begin to change due to the interfering actions of her coworkers and a stupid bet.

When Jack suddenly shows up at their usual Friday night dinner out, Maggie ends up spending the night with him. It’s a passionate, sexy encounter, and they both begin to hope that they might be able to get past their previous experiences. But things are still not well. The two may have given each other their bodies, but now they have to decide if they can give their hearts. And the trust required to do that doesn’t come easily.

Content Warning: contains strong language, sexual content, and light BDSM

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Night Magic-Kathleen Ann Gallagher

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Krista Winter is in need of legal counsel. Several years ago she was forced to flee her life as a teacher in New Jersey after being shunned for practicing witchcraft, and her past is about to catch up with her.

Jon Bartolo is a dedicated attorney. His days are spent helping his clients with their struggles, and his nights are spent in agony, lost in a world between life and death. His mother, who died three years ago, lurks in his house, suffering from a curse for eternity, without a final resting place.

A smoldering fire ignites between Jon and Krista almost immediately, however, he’s sure his secret would frighten any woman away. An afternoon escape brings them closer, but doubts linger between the love-struck couple.

Burning questions about how to fuse their futures together with so much of their past still clouding the future becomes a heavy burden that they’re both trying to bear on their own. It will take a touch of magic if there’s any hope in sight.


Excerpt One:

She smiled, wishing she wasn’t so nervous. Before she realized what was happening, he stood and headed toward her. Was Jon about to make a move? If so, she wasn’t resisting. He planted himself in front of her and took hold of her hands to help her stand. With a smooth sway of his hips, he slowly slipped his hand around her back. Tunnel vision altered all perception of reality, and she closed her eyes as he gently pulled her up against his chest. Jon’s touch aroused her mercilessly. There wasn’t time to react. Her panties moistened and her nipples tingled. The tiny stubble on his face gave her skin a slight burn, and it unleashed her wild spirit. She dug her fingers into his back. A sense of belonging came as a surprise. Jon cradled her in his arms, and she surrendered to his advances. His passionate touch filled her spirit with longing. It didn’t matter if they were strangers. When their lips touched, it felt right. A quiet echo and a brightness filled the room as if the goddess of love hovered over and shined light upon them. The connection was solid, and it practically knocked her off her feet. Steadying herself, Krista stared into his eyes with her heart racing. As Jon moved in again and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, he caressed her back, and she surrendered mercifully to his touch. Each passion-filled kiss felt as if he was a long lost lover who had reappeared and claimed her heart’s desire. There was no telling what might happen next.


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Kathleen writes contemporary and paranormal romance in her home in New Jersey, where she lives with her husband and their two fur babies, Luc and Chaz. She spent years working as a registered nurse in an emergency room. She is also active in Community Theater. She has three children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat and sipping on an iced tea as she plots her next romance novel.

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RV Memory — First Wash Day

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Okay, to be truthful, mine didn’t happened in the summer. It was in October or November, but it was hot outside. At least it was to a lady who never lived in the south in winter. In my home state of Ohio, no one would be dumb enough to wash an RV during the same months of the year.

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For about five or six years, my husband, Mike, and I lived in a 31′ Class C recreational vehicle full time. We traveled south for the winter and worked during the summer months in different campgrounds. In that short time period I experienced many ups and downs. Mostly downs. (That’s why we no longer live in an RV.) This story took place in Georgia, near Savannah, during our first winter down south.


I still remember the day I decided I needed to wash the outside of the RV for the first time. It’ll traveled all the way from Ohio to Georgia and was pretty dirty, so I figured it was about time to clean it.

Not one of my better ideas.

“We’re going to have to wash the RV pretty soon. It’s really dirty.” I told my husband a few days later.

“Why?” My helpful husband said, “It rained last night.”

I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, but couldn’t help rolling my eyes at him. Love the guy, but sometimes…

“Well, if you want to wash it,” he said into the silence. “Go ahead.”

“I will.”

He worked first shift the following day, so I had the day to myself. (Mike was working in security at the time. I had the winter off.) I got the garden hose, a bucket, and this special RV washing brush with a handle that twists out to reach the heights of the vehicle — and I started washing at the front end. I figured the cab part would be the easiest  part to clean.

I was wrong!

After doing the passenger and driver side windows, I got this two step ladder we own and tried to do the curvy top of the cab.

Nothing doing.

For one thing the stupid special brush with the extension wouldn’t extend out the way it was supposed to do. I twisted and turned it until the skin on my hands was raw. I threw it to the ground a few times in frustration, but I tried to keep my language respectable for the sake of the elderly people and children around me.  I may have been able to curbed the swear words on the outside, but they were quiet in my mind.

This is when I suddenly remembered I couldn’t wash the vehicle until I paid the RV park the $5 fee, for the water use. I figured I’d better go to the office and pay the lady before I got into trouble. When I returned from the park office a few minutes later, I felt a bit calmer.

That’s when I decided to gave up on the front and started washing one of the sides. I finally got the extension handle to work, but now it wouldn’t stay secured in the longer positions. Every time I reached the brush up to the highest points of the RV, it would push inward. By the time I got done with that side, I was ready to throw the whole stupid thing away.
But I still didn’t swear — too loud.

Another wonderful thing about this particular cleaning tool is you’re supposed to be able to attach it to your garden hose, so it’ll be easier to clean the vehicle. At the attached end of the brush you’re supposed to able to open and close a valve to control the flow of the water. But, you guessed it, that didn’t work at all either.

I did throw the brush into the clearing behind me, but retrieved it quickly. Mainly because the dumb thing on wheels was less than half clean. It looked worse now than it did before I started.

By the time I finally got the entire 31 feet of my RV wash and rinsed, I was soaked from the middle of my stomach down. But I got the Four Winds cleaned. Well, except for the roof.

When my husband got home, he came in and didn’t say a word.

I waited.


“I washed the RV today.”

“Oh, you did,” he said, going back out the door.

“Yes.” I said. “I got wetter than the RV did.”

“Like you were in a wet tee shirt contest?”

“Oh, please.”

He laughed and wandered around the RV, touching places here and there. “You missed a spot over here.”

I should have known all my work wouldn’t be appreciated. “Next time,” I said. “You’re going to be washing it.”

And when he does, I’m going to be sitting in a lawn chair with a cool drink in my hands — and a camera.

And, yes, we are still together.


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Griff Montgomery Quarterback-Jean C. Joachim


Two people, two tragedies, two deep, devastating secrets…. Griff Montgomery is the headline-making, heart-breaking star quarterback of the Kings – a 6’4”, 33 year old womanizer. Lauren Farraday is a beautiful young interior designer, bitterly scarred by divorce, whose life is falling apart. Though they violently oppose one another in court over her beloved pug (she thinks he’s arrogant and conceited, and he thinks she’s a bitch on wheels), something happens….

These are the bare bones of this sizzling romance, riddled with passion — the first in a brand new series that’ll tantalize football fans and have readers glued to every page and on the edge of their seats!

Griff looks like a super hero with his tousled, mahogany hair, dazzling smile, dark, sexy eyes, and a body that does something indescribable to a tight pair of jeans. Though Lauren’s sworn off men forever, one look sends shivers down her spine, making her feel lonelier than ever before. Her lustrous, long hair, sparkling green eyes, and nonstop curves make his fingers tingle at the thought of touching her. How do they deal with their cataclysmic attraction? Will they be able to drop their protective facades – his to camouflage his grief over his sister and her family, for whom he was a surrogate father, moving 3000 miles away…. And hers’ to shield her from the incalculable loss of her husband and hoped for child?

For Griff, the thought of falling in love is as foreign as toe shoes and a tutu. For Lauren, it’s like putting on cleats and a helmet and running 50 yards…. Can they, will they, risk it?


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“Yeah. Forget it. Doesn’t matter what I think of you, anyway.” She opened the back door and bent over to fasten Spike’s leash into the seatbelt.

“Oh? Why?”

She squared her shoulders, put her hands on her hips, and faced him. “Let’s get this straight. We hate each other…”

“Hate is a strong word.”

“Dislike, then?”

“Well, yeah, maybe.”

“We’re in the middle of a custody battle. Don’t be a jerk. I know what you think of me.”

“Do you?”

“You telling me we’re best friends?”

“No, but we don’t have to be mortal enemies, either. We both like Spike. Can we be civil?”

“Civil? To a man who’s trying to take my dog away? He’s my life. And you want me to be happy about it?”

“Your life? That’s too bad.” He looked her over, his gaze taking in all her luscious curves. “A woman who looks like you should have more going for her than that.”


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Jean Joachim, wife and mother of two sons, is owned by a rescued pug, named Homer. She’d been writing non-fiction for what seemed like forever until she got up the nerve to try fiction. It was love. Now she spends her days in New York City in the company of her characters, with a cup of tea and a secret stash of black licorice.

Jean Joachim is a best-selling romance fiction author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list since 2012. She writes mostly contemporary romance, which includes sports romance and romantic suspense.

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Book Blast–Victorian Scoundrel by Stephanie Burkhart


It’s 2011 and compressed natural gas has taken over from the coal producing steam machines of the Victorian Age. Alice Windsor, Princess of York, follows her mischief-making cousin, Edmund of Wales, back to 1851 where Prince Albert is hosting Britain’s Great Exhibition.

Alice soon finds herself over her head in trouble. Edmund is determined to help Prince Albert build a dirigible and the prime minister appears intent in preventing her from stopping Edmund. Alice knows it’s too early for the massive flying machine to take to the air. Complicating matters is the passionate Grayson Kentfield, Earl of Swinton. Alice can’t stop her pulse from pounding when she’s near him.

Can Alice give her heart to a man from the past while working to stop Edmund from changing history?


Excerpt Three:

Grayson nodded his head and smiled at Keira as Alice trailed after her cousin. She caught up to Edmund, and placed her hand on his elbow to catch his attention. She leaned close, keeping her voice low.

“I have news.”

“Oh?” He plucked a glass of wine off the tray and handed it to her. She held up two fingers, meaning she wanted wine for her and Grayson. He gave her another glass.

“I have my necklace back, Ed.”

He raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Really?”

Alice glanced at her purse. “It’s in there.”

He frowned. “Well, I guess we can go home now.” “What’s the frown for?” she asked.

“It just so happens I’m enjoying Keira’s company.”

Alice bunched her lips, agreeing with his sentiment. “And I’m enjoying Grayson’s.”

Edmund grabbed two glasses for himself and they wandered back to their dates. “The right thing to do is go home, Cousin,” said Edmund.

“Well, yes, but…”

“But, what?”

“Grayson invited us to his estate in Sandhurst next weekend — Keira as well.”

“Naughty, naughty, Cousin.”


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Author Bio: Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD.  She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire.  After serving 11 years in the US Army she currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate, is addicted to coffee and enjoysAuthorPic-Stephanie Burkhart-1 early morning walks.  She’s also an assistant den leader for her son’s Cub Scout den and is a Boy Scout mom. She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children’s books published with 4RV Publishing.













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Singing to the Heart by Sara Walter Ellwood

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Releasing June 21, 2016 in both ebook and print


Sex, drugs, and country music. That was the lifestyle for Emily Kendall, a Texas girl who hit it big on the country music charts—until she found herself pregnant and battling addiction. Now out of rehab and seeking a new life for herself and her unborn child, Emily returns to her hometown of McAllister. The last thing she’s looking for is trouble, no matter how good it looks in uniform…

A widower, single father, and former Army Ranger struggling with PTSD, Sheriff EJ Cowley has his own demons to battle while keeping folks safe. The last thing he needs is a troubled celebrity speeding through town in her bright red Maserati. But when someone from Emily’s past threatens her safety and the peace of McAllister, EJ has no choice but to protect her. And soon both will learn there’s more to the other than meets the eye. And that wounded hearts can love again…


Emily refolded the two pairs and headed out to the display of jeans. As she put the pants back into their slots, she glanced around to see if anyone was close enough to see her. Her heart pounded in time with the fast beat of the song playing over the sound system as she reached the cubbyholes marked maternity. With another discreet look around, she picked out three pairs in her size and headed back to the tiny dressing room.

The jeans fit perfectly, but how the hell was she going to buy them? She refolded the pants, tucked them under her arm, and went to the shoe section. While she looked for a pair of boots, she devised a plan. If she was lucky, maybe no one would notice she’d bought maternity jeans.

“I personally like Justin boots, but I work in mine.”

She sucked in a breath at the low timbre of EJ’s voice behind her. Was he everywhere in this town? Turning with a box of boots, she smiled. “It would seem that we have something in common then. I’ve always like them, too.”

He raised a brow and a side of his mouth quirked up when he noticed the boots she’d chosen. A basic pair used mostly for riding and work. “You taking up cowboying now?”

She set the clothes she’d chosen on the bench beside her and sat to try on the boots. As she slipped off her flip-flops, she dug a pair of socks out of her purse. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I need a pair of boots to ride in.” She looked up at him with a smug smile. “Now that you know why I’m here.” She looked over his uniform. Tan polyester blend shouldn’t fit a man that sinfully well. “You’re obviously working. I want to know why you’re following me.”

He rubbed a hand over his chin and averted his gaze. “I…eh… Saw you come into the store and wanted to ask if you’d join me for coffee.”

Was he asking her out on a date? Trying hard and failing to stop her heart from speeding up at the possibility, she pulled on her socks. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“Well, then I guess you’ll have to join me for lunch.”

As she tugged on one of the boots, she looked up at him. His pewter eyes held a challenge in them. She pulled on the other one and stood. Damn, they were too tight. Ignoring the pinching of the boots, she put her hands on her hips. “Tell you what. YouHeartstrings_250x375 can drink coffee and I’ll drink tea, how does that sound? I had breakfast not too long ago.”

He glanced at her feet, then knelt down in front of her.

“What are you doing?” She took a step back, but he caught her foot.

“You look like you’re trying to stuff your feet into a shoe three sizes too small.” He squeezed around her booted foot, then glanced up at her. “Boots are supposed to fit like a glove not a vise.”

Holy hell, he looked hot down there. She couldn’t get enough air in her lungs.

EJ stood and pulled the next size off the self. “Try these.”

He was close enough that every breath she took filled her senses with his clean outdoorsy scent. How could a man smell this good?

“Are you a boot salesman as well as the sheriff?” Did that husky voice belong to her?

“I know something about boots.” He grinned, showing off straight white teeth and full kissable lips.

Stepping back, she bumped into her pile of clothes on the bench, knocking them to the floor in front of him. Before she could bend to pick them up, he knelt and gathered up a pair of the jeans. When he shifted his surprised gaze to hers, she trembled as icy fear replaced the heat of attraction in her gut.

She knelt next to him and took a deep breath. In a low tone, she said, “Yes, I’m pregnant, but I’m not ready to let it be common knowledge.”

He refolded the jeans and set them on the bench. “Then your secret is safe with me. How were you planning to buy these? The clerk would see what they are.”

She set a folded pair on top of the one he’d placed on the bench and shifted to sit beside them. “I know. I was hoping I could distract her enough that she wouldn’t notice what she was ringing through.”

He leaned against the shelf of boots behind him. “Not a half-bad plan.”

Needing to do something besides stare at him, she lifted one of the boots out of the box he’d given her and pulled it on. A much better fit. She slipped into the other boot.

“You could let me buy them.”

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Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. Sara Walter Ellwood is a multi-published and international Amazon bestselling author of the anthology set Cowboy Up. She also dabbles in the paranormal genre with her The Hunter’s Dagger Series, which was previously published under the pen name Cera duBois.

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