Donna Marie Rogers

Malicious lies, drugs and a videotape are the reasons young lovers Sara Jamison and Mike Andrews have spent the last eight years apart, each believing the other betrayed them. Sara has no clue where Mike's been all these years, but she knows where she's been busy raising their son. Two weeks after he accused her of cheating and disappeared from her life, Sara discovered she was something she never expected to be, an unwed pregnant teenager. But with the love and support of her annoyingly alpha-male family, she's managed to make a good life for herself and her young son. She even owns her own business, Sara's Bakery, which she's built into a thriving success. Sure, she works too hard and her social life is nonexistent, but for the most part, she is content. Until the day Detective Mike Andrews walks into her bakery and back into her life.....

There's Only Been You

A hometown series full of sexy romance, humor, and heart... Single mother, and work-at-home hair stylist, Lauren Frazier can barely keep the roof over her head from falling down around her. When handyman Caleb Hunter shows up at her door for a haircut, the military veteran is the answer to her prayers—and the attraction is instantaneous. Too bad her troubled ten-year-old son isn't quite as thrilled to have Caleb hanging around. Old wounds have kept Caleb from returning to Redemption permanently. When he receives word of his mother's unexpected death, guilt and regret bring him home again, but will the love of a good woman keep him there? Beautiful, witty, and strong, Lauren excites him like no woman ever has, but she's a package deal, and he's not sure he's prepared to take on a ready-made family. Excerpt: First Kiss... Lauren moaned, leaning into him, dissolving into his heat, pulse roaring in her ears. She turned in his arms, bringing her leg around so she could straddle his lap and snuggle even closer, plastering herself against his broad, hard chest. Caleb answered her silent plea with a growl of his own, crushing her in his arms, his hands caressing a fiery trail down her back, cupping her butt in his big hands. Their mouths meshed with escalating hunger, their tongues moving in a dance as old as time, both giving as much as they took. Lauren felt sure she would drown in the heady sensations coursing through her. The proof of his desire was nestled between them, and it took all her self-control not to move against him. It had been so long since— Caleb tore his lips free and rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming out in ragged pants. "Wha—?" Lauren could barely draw air into her lungs to speak. "Is something wrong?" she finally managed to whisper. "I think Emma woke up," he whispered right back. She sat back in alarm and shot a look toward the stairs. How could she have not heard her? "I'll be right back," she murmured, unable to meet his gaze. She climbed off his lap with as much dignity as possible and raced up the stairs. Emma had indeed woken up, but Lauren rubbed her back for a few minutes, and she fell right back to sleep. She stuck her head in the bathroom on her way back to check her face in the mirror, make sure the words "bad mother" weren't etched into her forehead. Caleb stood as soon as she entered the kitchen. "Is she all right? It wasn't her hand, was it?" "No, just fussing. She fell right back to sleep." She wrapped her arms around herself and walked past him to the sink for a glass of water. Caleb came up behind her, but didn't touch her. "Is something wrong?" She took a sip, then another, too embarrassed to turn around and face him. "I didn't even hear her. What does that say about my maternal instinct?" He took her in his arms. "You're a wonderful mother, Lauren. You got wrapped up in the moment, which, to be honest, is a pretty big compliment." She gazed up at him, hoping her heart wasn't in her eyes. "But you heard her. Does that mean you weren't as...that it didn't affect you the same way...?" He silenced her with a quick kiss. "Shh. All it means is I'm a military man who's attuned to the sounds around him. The kiss knocked my socks off, lady."

A Fair of the Heart

She’s running from her past, he’s unsure about his future. Maybe together they can figure out what was MEANT TO BE... Officer Garrett Jamison is at the lowest point in his life. He’s lost faith in his ability as a police officer after unwittingly setting his sister up with a dirty cop. Garrett ended up getting shot, and his sister’s son kidnapped right out of his own bed. He takes a leave from the force, in need of some time to make a decision about his future. Too bad he can't get a decent night’s sleep thanks to his sexy new neighbor and her howling cat. Jessica McGovern moves halfway across the country to start a new life in Green Bay, Wisconsin after her ex-husband is convicted of involuntary manslaughter in the death of their young son. Her new neighbor is as infuriating as he is handsome, but when her ex is released from prison early and shows up in town, Jessica discovers she's never needed anyone more.

Meant To Be

Youngest brother Danny Jamison has a lot to learn about women, and even more to learn about himself... When God was handing out pride, Danny Jamison must have gotten in line twice, because he’s about to let the best thing that’s ever happened to him slip away—Emily Harris. Emily is head-over-heels in love with Danny, but she’s not sure she can take his jealous mood swings anymore. Something has to give or his Foolish Pride is going to be the end of them.

Foolish Pride

"Sheriff Chase Lowell has never been more scared in his life than when he discovers the diner where Hannah Porter works has been robbed at gunpoint. He's been in love with her for as long as he can remember, but has kept his feelings in check because she's his best friend's little sister. Hannah has had a crush on Chase since she was in the third grade. He's kind, compassionate, and as handsome as they come. They've known each other forever, which seems to be the problem-he thinks of her more as a kid sister rather than a romantic interest. But something changes the night he races into the diner and crushes her in his arms. When he makes her safety his personal mission, Hannah decides to make it her mission to get him to see her in a different light."--

Never Let Me Go, Welcome To Redemption

A hometown series full of sexy romance, humor, and heart... Drew Porter learned early in life how treacherous women can be. And when snooty "Lindy" Spalding skids into his life and nearly makes roadkill out of his dog, she seems worse than most. But an unlikely bond between their pets gives him an intriguing glimpse behind her pretentious exterior. While his heart wonders if there's more to her than meets the eye, his head tells him to run as fast as he can in the opposite direction. Used to the finer things in life, west coast heiress Melinda Spalding is thrown for quite a loop when her brother, Matt, suddenly relocates to the Midwest. Her parents even expand their business to the small town and put her in charge of the project. Discovering she likes "Mayberry" and its quirky inhabitants is almost as shocking as her growing attraction to the local auto mechanic. But L.A. is where she belongs...or is home truly where the heart is? EXCERPT: Drew's footsteps echoed up the stairs at a rapid rate. He strode into the room carrying her lamp, looked around, then walked over to the south facing window and set it on the sill. "All done, Hot Stuff. Enjoy your soak. Come on, Matt, let's go." "See you tomorrow, Sis." Matt gave her a kiss on the cheek. Feeling impish, Lindy asked Drew, "Can I give you a tip this time?" He held her gaze for several heartbeats, and Lindy suddenly wished she hadn't poked the proverbial tiger. "Matt, would you give us a minute, please?" Lindy's heart tripped when Matt shrugged. He gave Drew a thump on the back, tossed her a smile, and whistled his way downstairs. Lindy bit the inside of her cheek as she lifted her gaze to meet Drew's. "I was only kidding, geez. I mean—" Quick as a whip, Drew hauled her against the solid expanse of his chest and slanted his mouth across hers with near punishing force. Stunned, Lindy simply settled her hands against his chest. Then her senses returned, and she shoved with all her might. He broke off the kiss with a muttered curse, but didn't let her go. Lindy's pulse kicked into overdrive as she looked up and met his gaze. Hypnotic blue eyes stared down at her, holding her gaze captive as if by physical force. Deft hands traveled a scorching path from the curve of her shoulders to the flare of her hips, leaving every inch of her body tingling in their wake. The need to feel his lips on hers again, to taste him, nearly overwhelmed her. A real kiss, though, not in anger, not as punishment. Before she lost her nerve, Lindy twined her arms around his neck and pulled him down for the real thing. With a deep growl, Drew crushed her in his arms. He coaxed her mouth open as his tongue slid inside with skillful ease, exploring, seeking hers. Shivering under his touch, Lindy grew dizzy with yearning. Her heart thumped as his spicy masculine scent wrapped her in sensual bliss. The man was certainly no slouch in the toe-curling kiss department. As quick as it started, he broke the kiss and tore free from her embrace, surprising her off balance. He grabbed her upper arms to steady her, stared at her lips as if he wanted to kiss her again, cursed, and...strode out the door. She flinched as the bedroom door slammed behind him. What the hell?

Home Is Where the Heart Is

A hometown series full of sexy romance, humor, and heart... Carrie Lowell swears off men for good after nearly losing her business in a bitter divorce settlement to her abusive ex-husband. She's on the verge of filing bankruptcy when handsome librarian Matt Jacobs walks into her shop and offers sound—if unwanted—business advice. Sure, financially he's a godsend, but emotionally he's a threat to the barricade she's built around her heart. Heir to a vast fortune, Jacob Spalding flees L.A. for the tiny Midwest town of Redemption, Wisconsin to escape the scandalous nightmare his life has become. Now known as Matt Jacobs, he buys a little cottage and settles in to small town life. Soon, he finds himself infatuated with the owner of the coffee shop across the street. Too bad the infuriating woman is as contrary as she is beautiful. EXCERPT: Whistling, Matt strode through the swinging door that separated the kitchen from the dining area and headed straight for the counter. He seemed rather pleased with himself. "All fixed. Anything else I can do before I head over to the library?" "No. Thanks. I owe you for the air-conditioner. I have to admit, Jacobs, I'm impressed. You're a hard worker, and that's something I value." His brow rose. "I'm sorry, did you just compliment me?" She pursed her lips in an effort to hold back a grin, but lost the battle. "Don't get used to it." Her pulse sped up when he reached out and traced her jaw line with his fingertips, his gaze centered on her lips. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Carrie suddenly became lost in those gorgeous eyes and that handsome face. Words failed her. She swallowed hard and fought to keep from melting at his feet. He started to lean in and she panicked. Did he mean to kiss her? Right here in the shop where anyone could see them? The door opened with a tinkling sound and he snatched his hand back, looking like a guilty little boy. Talk about saved by the bell. She cleared her throat and smiled as a couple of teenage girls walked up to the counter. Her smiled faded when she realized they weren't there as customers. They both gazed up at Matt, their heavily made-up faces pathetically adoring. "Hi," the curly-haired blonde cooed as her brunette friend clutched onto her arm, looking about ready to faint. Carrie rolled her eyes. Matt met her gaze, amusement dancing in his eyes, before shooting the girls a wink. "What can I get for you ladies?" "We were just wondering...what time does the library open?" "In about two minutes. Come on, I'll walk you over." He glanced at Carrie. "Same time tomorrow?" "I'll be counting the minutes," she muttered.

The Perfect Blend

A hometown series full of sexy romance, humor, and heart... Sheriff Chase Lowell has never been more terrified than when he discovers the diner where Hannah Porter works has been robbed at gunpoint. He's been in love with her for as long as he can remember, but has kept his feelings in check because she's his best friend's little sister. Hannah has had a crush on Chase since she was in the third grade. He's kind, compassionate, and as handsome as they come. They've known each other forever, which seems to be the problem—he thinks of her more as a kid sister rather than a romantic interest. But something changes the night he races into the diner and crushes her in his arms. When he makes her safety his personal mission, Hannah decides to make it her mission to get him to see her in a different light. EXCERPT: A myriad of expressions crossed her face as she seemed to wage some inner war with herself. She nibbled her bottom lips as her gaze moved back and forth between his eyes and his lips. Suddenly, she hiked a leg over his lap and straddled him, effectively stealing his breath. "Sheriff, are you going shy on me?" Stunned, Chase's hands settled uncertainly at her waist as he met her smiling gaze. "Dimples, are you flirting with me?" he countered. "Maybe I am," she teased, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. Ah, hell. His hands tightened slightly on her hips as his pulse kicked into warp speed. His gaze dropped to her mouth—that luscious mouth—as she leaned in and softly brushed her lips against his: once, then again with just a bit more pressure. Chase's eyes drifted shut as a low moan escaped him. She pulled back a few inches and whispered, "You okay?" the humor in her voice unmistakable. "Hannah...y-you don't understand..." "What don't I understand?" Her warm breath feathered across his cheek. Christ, fool, just say it! The only woman you've ever felt anything for is wrapped around you like a pretzel, yours for the taking, and all you can do is stutter like an idiot? "I want you," he finally admitted. Then quickly added, "But I don't know if this is such a good idea." She pulled back and stared at him in confusion. "Why not? I want you. You just admitted you want me, too. We're both adults. What, exactly, is the problem?" "Christ, Dimples, I've know you since you were a baby!" "And I've known you since you were a bed wetter!" she countered, laughter in her tone. "What does that have to do with anything? I mean, unless you still do, in which case I'll need to put a mattress cover on my bed." Chase gave the beautiful witch a swat on the ass. She yelped playfully and wiggled in his lap. "I never wet the bed," he insisted, though his face did grow warm over the lie. "Please. Drew and Charlie teased you about it for years. The only reason they stopped is you kicked both their asses and threatened to feed them each a worm if they ever mentioned it again." "Damn, you have a good memory." "Yep. And I have a few other good qualities as well." She leaned in next to his ear and whispered, "Which I'd be happy to show you—if you'd loosen up a bit."

Never Let Me Go

A hometown series full of sexy romance, humor, and heart... Pregnant and betrayed at fifteen, Bernadette Mitchell made the agonizing decision to let her father and stepmother adopt her baby. Grateful to have her child in her life, even if she'll never be called mom, she’s learned to live with her choice—until an unthinkable tragedy brings the ghosts of her past back to town. Officer Mike Donovan moves back home to Redemption to raise his little girl, but he’s also on a mission—to win back the only woman he’s ever loved. If he can convince Bernie to give him another chance, he’ll spend the rest of their lives proving they belong together. But when he discovers she’s been keeping an unimaginable secret, his entire world is flipped on its axis. EXCERPT: He strode purposefully toward their table, but stopped short when he caught the tail end of Marone’s last comment. “…and I was hoping we could give it another try. I’d love to take you out to dinner one night this week.” Sonofabitch. Mike waited with bated breath as Bernie looked down at her lap, a sure sign she was uncomfortable. A good sign, from Mike’s viewpoint. Though it didn’t mean she would turn the guy down either. Unwilling to take that chance, he cleared his throat. Loudly. Marone glanced over, a frown quirking his brow. “Hey, Mike. Something you need to talk to me about?” “Not you. I was hoping I could steal Bernadette away for a few minutes.” He met her gaze. “I think we should talk.” Panic darkened her eyes. “Is it Noah? Did something happen?” He nodded. Desperate times and all that. “I just need a few minutes. But if now isn’t a good time…” “We were kind of in the middle of something,” Marone pointed out, his words clipped as his annoyance started to show. Bernie touched his leg, setting Mike’s teeth on edge. “I’m sorry. Just give me a minute, please.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sure. Think I’ll go pour myself another glass of lemonade. Can I get you anything?” “I’d love another glass as well, thanks.” “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” “Take your time,” Mike told him as he strode away. Bernie stood and watched him expectantly. “Well? What is it?” “I, uh, just wanted to apologize for yesterday.” Her brows rose. “For what, exactly?” “You know. The whole tip jar thing. I should have given it a few days, waited to see if the money turned up before calling you.” She stared at him, her exasperation clear. “And that’s it? You had me worried to death, dammit.” “Sorry. I just—” “You just overheard John asking me out on a date, and your macho pride couldn’t wait for my response, so you decided to kill the moment.” Damn if she didn’t hit the nail on the head. “Pffft. No.” She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Those luscious, perfectly shaped lips. “Okay, maybe.” She chuckled, the sound music to Mike’s ears. “Very mature of you.” He stepped forward until he was close enough to pull her into his arms. A soft gasp told him she might not be as indifferent to him as she put on. Not wanting to set back the tiny bit of progress he’d made, he stuck his hands in his pockets, deciding to keep things moving at a slow and steady pace. “Marone isn’t the guy for you.” “And I suppose you are?” she countered, her tone challenging. “You’re damn right I am. And if you’d give me half a chance, I could prove it to you.” “How?” she whispered. That one breathless word tightened Mike’s groin with near painful anticipation. He reached up and traced the line of her jaw with his forefinger before gently tilting her chin up. “A kiss. Just one kiss is all it’ll take to convince you we belong together.”

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