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Get my next book for only 99 cents!
(plus a sneak peek at the Wonder of You!)
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Hey friends!
I’m so excited to announce I have a new book coming out – Somewhere, My Love, an inspirational romance novella collection about taking a leap of faith for love. It’s 3 cute novellas from my early days as a writer, (maybe books you’ve never heard of), re-assembled for a new era and released onto e-book. I love these stories – they are close to my heart, lighthearted and fun, just the kind of books to read on the beach or while waiting in line at ikea! (right?)
Could you do me a favor? If you are interested in adding this book to your Susan May Warren collection, would you consider pre-ordering the book at this introductory price, .99 cents (between now and May 31st). (the price goes up to 3.99 after the 31st) I am close to landing on the USA Today best-seller list with this story, and if enough of my reader friends grab this book, it just might happen. J I’d be so grateful!
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About the book:
We’d all like to believe that there is someone out there, waiting for us. The perfect one, who is exactly the right fit. But sometimes the wait – and the fear of launching out to find that special someone keep us from leaping out in faith. From saying hello, accepting that cup of coffee, saying yes to a romantic walk on the beach.
Sometimes it just takes a providential moment to change everything. RITA and Christy award-winning, best-selling novelist, Susan May Warren brings you three delightful novellas of surprising stories of chance encounters that prove that yes, somewhere, love is waiting.
Measure of a Man
The last person Calil Deane expects to find trapped in an elevator in Siberia at 2.a.m is Peter Samuelson—the man who broke her heart. But can love be reignited, or will the fears – and mistakes – of the past drive them apart again?
Proof of Your Love
As she writes about crime, Investigative Reporter Justine Proof begins to face mysterious "accidents" and suspicious happenings. She finds herself being stalked. . .but is it by a rogue meaning her harm - or a friend trying to help?
This Little House of Mine
Ellen White, afraid to surrender to God’s call to missions, prefers the safety of her career in interior decorating—until Paul Stoneman helps her discover that following her heart just might lead her to the home she’s always longed for.
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Thank you for reading, and for being so awesome….and because you are so awesome, here’s an exclusive SNEAK PEAK at The Wonder of You – out in July!
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“Hot guy alert at the counter.” Vivie broke into their conversation by sticking her head down, crouching next to their chairs. Amelia turned to look but Vivie grabbed her arm. “Don’t look!”
“But you just said--”
“Don’t be obvious.”
“Oh. My.” Ree said, then. Softly. With enough weight to her tone that Amelia couldn’t help but turn, despite Vivie’s warning.
Oh. What--? But…
“See. Hot, right?” Vivien said, pulling up a chair beside Ree.
“You’re not wrong,” Ree said.
No. Not in the least, because standing behind the counter, wearing a crisp white Java-Cup tee-shirt under a grey-striped apron, his hair shorter than she remembered, but still curly, sweetly tempting, the dusting of a dark, early morning beard, and the smile she couldn’t ever quite pry from her mind, stood a man who appeared the spit image of European heart-breaker, Roark St. John, serving a tall latte to Colleen Decker.
Who giggled. |
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Amelia turned back. Stared hard at Ree. “It can’t be him. It just can’t be.”
“Can’t be who,” Vivie said, her gaze cutting to the-man-who-could-be-Roark, and back.
“It’s 007,” Ree said. “The Brit. Mr. James Bond, in the flesh, back from over the pond,” Ree said in a whisper.
Vivie’s mouth opened, her eyes big. Then, “The playboy.” She gave Amelia a look of delight.
“It’s not him. How could it be him? I mean- seriously? Roark isn’t going to take up residence here, get a job at my local coffee shop for Pete’s sake, learn to pull an espresso shot just so he can, what…make me a double-shot latte?”
“What about win your heart back?” Ree said. “He was pretty determined—”
“And my brothers ran him out of town. No.” She shook her head. “It can’t be him.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” Vivie said “Go order something.”
“What? No. Ree, you were at the counter – didn’t you see him?”
She shook her head. “Maybe he just got on shift.”
“He sort of looks like he’s in training,” Vivie said, looking past Amelia. “Kathy’s’ showing him how to press the espresso shot.”
Amelia hazarded another glance. It certainly looked like him, the muscles in his arms pressing out his shirt sleeves, the apron outlining his lean torso, the way he listened to his boss, then worked the machine, capable, serious. She traced his high cheekbones, the curl of his hair against his collar, and without a doubt, he wore that musky, cherry wood cologne that stirred up the smells of a walk along the Vltava, falling stars and the heady hope of tomorrow.
Then he smiled, and her world stopped.
It had always stopped, then tilted just a little, right on that smile.
Oh. No. |
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Thank you for all your sweet notes of encouragement and for passing my books along to your friends! Have a fabulous weekend - go BBQ something!
XO! |
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