New Release from the Author’s Billboard: Irresistible: Madly in Love with a Coworker

Sometimes, love just happens. When you find that special someone, hopefully it’s convenient. But what if it’s not? What if you’re madly in love with a coworker? Workplace romance can sometimes be complicated, but always unique.

Made For Me by Natalie Ann, USA Today bestselling author: Will the grief two coworkers experienced in their lives bring them together and help them heal or will the stress of the workplace gossip get to be too much and threaten to crumble what they’d just discovered?

Sweet Obsession by Suzanne Jenkins, USA Today bestselling author: Annette’s life revolves around the ski resort her grandfather started. She has only one goal, to make sure the success of Sugarloaf Mountain continues. And there’s no time for romance until she hires Christopher Santos as the new trail crew boss.

Undercover Justice by Cynthia Cooke, USA Today bestselling author: An undercover cop set on a collision course with a handsome youth minister must keep him and the kids in his youth group from falling into the hands of a brutal killer.

Letting Go by Jacquie Biggar, USA Today bestselling author: A coming-of-age novel about the pain of misconceptions and learning from them. When life gives you lemons…

Sing Me A Soap Opera by Susan Jean Ricci, USA Today bestselling author: A fantasy author gets strong-armed by her publisher to abandon her genre and write a romance about falling in love with a coworker. The challenge? Obtaining a job and penning the romantic details based on true experience.

Not My Boss by Rachelle Ayala, USA Today bestselling author: Can office pranks, HR violations, and a doggy fashion show get Dixie the divorce she thinks she wants?

Trouble With Eden by Susanne Matthews, International Bestselling author: Sharing her home and the boss’s chair may be more than a little challenging.

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Sneak Peek at Trouble with Eden

Book Blurb:

Can two lonely strangers find love and happiness through a caring man’s bequest?

Fantasy author Jackson Rivers is fed up with the world. He wants to hide away from everyone and everything and focus on his books, preferring the worlds he creates in his mind to the real deal. When he discovers he’s inherited a house and a service station in a rural part of Eastern Ontario, he sees it as the answer to prayer. He may only own half of both, but surely he and the coheir can come to some arrangement? After all, he just wants to be left alone, and a house in the country sounds perfect. Sadly, an encounter with a moose changes everything, and when he meets the other heir, not a man as he’d envisioned but a woman, the embodiment of his newest fantasy heroine, his priorities change. Maybe it’s time to let someone else into his life, and this woman is the ideal choice.

Eden-Jane Walford, E J to friends, wants her life to stay exactly the way it is—unfettered—able to come and go as she pleases, living in her childhood home, answering to no one but herself and the dad she adores. But fate tosses a monkey wrench into things. She’s a Class A mechanic and tow truck operator for Paradise Service Station and Towing, her adoptive father’s company, but when he dies suddenly, she’s in for a surprise. While he leaves half of his estate to her, the other half goes to a stranger, who just happens to be his biological son and knows absolutely nothing about the business. Sharing her home and the boss’s chair with this man will be more than a little challenging, especially when he’s the first man she’s been drawn to since her disastrous engagement fell through. Will the sparks between them lead to love or war?

E J stood and stomped her foot, her hands fisted at her side, fighting tears of fear and frustration. Once more, she’d worked her ass off all night, handling twice the number of calls that she usually did, and for what? This? What she wanted right this minute was her bed and at least four hours of uninterrupted sleep—and maybe half a bottle of brandy first to make sure she got it. She’d tried to beg off, pleaded exhaustion, but the lawyer had insisted on seeing her today. She’d put this visit off for more than three weeks, and now she wished she hadn’t. This was too much, the proverbial straw that had broken the camel’s back—and hers.

EXERPT:

“You’ve got to be frigging kidding me, Uncle Eli,” she cried, anger and disbelief strong in her voice. She crossed her arms tightly, her hands still fisted. “There’s another heir? A son?”

Dwayne Walford hadn’t been the easiest man to live with, hardworking but set in his ways. If he decided the sky was green, then you’d better just agree with him and move on. Once he made up his mind, nothing and no one could change it. Still, he’d been a good father and had loved her mother, sticking with her, doing the best he could for her until the cancer finally took her. Once her mother had passed, Dwayne had continued to care for the twelve-year-old he’d adopted, loving her, giving her a home, a name, and an education—even if it were an unorthodox one—and he’d given her a job she loved. She’d adored the man, the only father she remembered, her own having died when she was two.

Losing Dwayne so unexpectedly was much harder than she’d imagined—and now this. Never in the twenty-five-years that she’d lived with him had Dad mentioned having a biological child of his own. Had her mother known? Now, he’d left half of Paradise Service Station and Towing to his son, along with half of the house. Her home and her job gone, just like that.

Dwayne, what in God’s name were you thinking?

“Why did you wait so long to tell me this?” E J pleaded.

“It wasn’t my fault, young lady. You were the one who was always too busy to sit down with me. If I hadn’t forced the issue, you wouldn’t even be here now. I realize the suddenness of his death was hard, you had to follow Dwayne’s wishes—no service, cremated, and his ashes in with your mother’s, and of course you’re down a man at the garage, but I told you this was important.”

“Three actually, four if you count the gas pump jockey who quit last week,” she corrected. “Dad was trying to hire more staff, but while there may be work, finding qualified people to do it isn’t all that easy. Easton Corners isn’t exactly party-central.”

And yet, people were clamoring to buy the land. The distance to Ottawa and the proximity of the 417 made the area ripe for a bedroom community. Embrun, Casselman, and Marionville had all profited from it, why not Easton Corners? Wasn’t it only last month, a couple of days before his fall, that the real estate agent had called again? Dad had stood firm. Maybe it would’ve been better if he had sold the place. Losing it this way would be far worse.

She huffed out a breath. Uncle Eli was right, but every time he’d wanted to see Dad, he’d claimed it was important—most of the time it hadn’t been. She’d avoided this, expecting it to be fairly routine, but never would she have expected a complication like this.

“So let me get this straight. I’m living in a house that’s no longer mine, working for a company that belongs to a stranger.”

“Yes and no,” the lawyer said, his voice with its lazy maritime drawl grating on her frazzled nerves. For years, she’d called this man Uncle Eli; now, he might as well be a complete stranger.

The man sat behind his desk, his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose, a plexiglass shield separating him from her, but neither of them wore masks. “The house was never yours, Eden. It belonged to Dwayne, although I suppose you considered it yours having lived there most of your life. We all think of our parents’ houses that way. They’re home, and for most of us, they’ll always be that. When I go back to Newfoundland each summer, I feel the same way about my mother’s house, too, even though the place was sold to a cousin years ago. It’s natural.”

Great. He wanted to argue semantics while she might be out on her ear.

“You’re actually better off now than you were. The personal funds in the bank and the insurance policy are all yours, free and clear. You’ve got money, plenty of it. You can leave here, travel, do whatever you please. As well, you own half of the estate which includes the house, the business, and its assets. Your truck may have the company logo on it, but your father put it in your name and not the company’s last year. Dwayne did his best for you. He left you well provided for.”

“I know that, Uncle Eli, it’s just … discovering I have a brother … It’s a shock.”

The lawyer shook his head. “He’s not your brother, Eden. You and Mr. Rivers aren’t related in any way. At best, he’s your business partner who just happens to own half of the house, too. I suppose if it’s easier, you can refer to him as your stepbrother if you want to, but with both of your parents dead, even a step relationship is moot. I contacted Mr. Rivers as soon as Dwayne passed, explaining that you would look after things the way Dwayne had until he could come to Easton Corners and Cornwall, and we could get things ironed out. He was supposed to be here with you this morning. For the record, he wasn’t aware of your existence or Dwayne’s either.”