New Box Set Designed to Brighten Your Days

Thanks to Chill Out books and my wonderful publisher, there’s a new box set available from Amazon.

💁Fall head over heels into a dazzling collection of laugh-out-loud love stories where chaos reigns, pets meddle, and happily-ever-afters shine brighter than ever.

This feel-good collection of romantic comedies shakes things up and leaves no heart untouched.
Between a mischievous monkey, a tipsy pig, an oversized Saint Bernard, and a few too many fake relationships, mayhem is guaranteed—but the real chaos comes from the couples fighting their own irresistible urges.
✨Whether escaping scandal, chasing a dream, or just trying to stay single, these heroines find out that life—and love—rarely go according to plan.
Sometimes the messiest moments lead to the most unforgettable happy-ever-after endings.

NEW!! J.L. Campbell – Falling Together at Last: Mitch Blackson skipped town and broke Olivia Rainford’s heart—now he’s back, and thanks to her meddling grandmother, they’re stuck restoring a family property together. But with old sparks, new sabotage, and zero patience between them, this project might blow up before they finish the porch.

Rachelle Ayala – Where Love Blossoms: Maya Chance came to the Caribbean to recharge her life—not fall for a mysterious heartthrob, dodge his clingy ex, or chase a kleptomaniac monkey named Mango. With a matchmaking innkeeper and island magic in the air, Maya might just find that paradise comes with a side of love, laughter, and a whole lot of monkey business.

Dani Haviland – How Love Grows: Tori knows facts, figures, and every plot twist in her mom’s romance novels—but nothing prepared her for the charming young man tending the cannabis crop at the vineyard where her father worked. With a mind that never forgets and a heart just beginning to open, Tori’s about to discover that the best stories aren’t always found in books.

Cynthia Cooke – All Night Long: Aspiring wedding planner Phoebe Lawson heads to a snowy mountain resort to make connections—not get hauled out of a snowdrift by a Saint Bernard and roped into a fake engagement with his grumpy (but annoyingly handsome) human. In a town where the cocoa’s hot and the feelings come out of nowhere, Phoebe’s no-men rule might just be the first thing to melt.

Susanne Matthews – The Tipsy Pig: Fleeing scandal and an approaching milestone birthday, Sahara Larson seeks peace in the woods—just her, her cat, and zero headlines. But when she collides with a rugged recluse harboring secrets of his own, hiding out turns into a hilarious, heartfelt tug-of-war between privacy and passion.

My book, The Tipsy Pig, acocktail made with bacon, is part of my Cocktails for You series and was written during the pandemic when life was just a little bit different for all of us. When I reread it before submitting it to this anthology, I considered revising it and elimination the references to COVID, but I realized that these are now historical facts. Did our lives change? Yes, but while far too many people died, many of us came out stronger and more resilient than ever.

One of those characters is Sahara Lawson whose life has been changed forever. Some things are harder to put behind you than others, but love and laughter always find a way.

An excerpt from The Tipsy Pig

Childless, divorced, unemployed, and almost forty. A fate worse than death, and yet there wasn’t one damn thing I could do about it. I couldn’t decide which of the dreaded Four Horsemen of my Apocalypse was the worst, although at this moment, the unemployed option stung the most. Not that I really needed to work. I’d lost a fortune, but I wasn’t penniless. It was just that I’d worked at one job or another my entire adult life, dedicating myself to the family business, and now I would have nothing to do. It sucked.

Before I’d reluctantly assumed the position of CEO for Larson Pork Enterprises, I’d worked my way up from graphic design to head of the marketing department, constantly searching for ways to keep up with the competition in this dog eat dog—or rather pig eat pig—world, forced to work long hours to try and hang on to our market share, especially once COVID 19 hit, creating havoc in the meat processing plants which led to shortages. Finding ways to stay competitive without raising prices or cutting employees had been a delicate balancing act, but then the virus had hit too close to home, and everything had changed.

Sadly, after only nine months in the big chair, I was forced to sell the pork processing company that had been in my family since 1890 when Toronto had been known as Hogtown. No more bringing home the bacon. Not exactly a banner line for the resumé or a plus at a job interview. I could picture the scene now.

So, Ms. Martin, I see you’re applying for the position of CEO. I can see you have experience in the field, but tell me, why did you leave your last job?

I sold the company to an international competitor after I fired myself on the grounds that I’m an idiot who didn’t have enough commonsense to realize my ex-husband was robbing me and my company blind.

I see, and would you consider that a strength or a weakness?

I groaned. It would probably be even worse than that.

I sat behind my great-great-grandfather’s ebony desk one last time, staring down at the Moroccan leather blotter. I ran my fingers over the S M L I’d carved into the material a lifetime ago, and sighed. I wasn’t ready for this, not now, not ever. I reached for the cooling cup of coffee I’d picked up from the Java Shack on my way to the office.

According to my best friend Miranda who’d dropped by before going to court this morning, I was giving an Oscar-winning performance as a corpse, even though I’d narrowly escaped being one. It was all a matter of perspective. As she put it, with a little effort I could probably land a walk-on in the filming of the next zombie apocalypse movie. She was exaggerating, but sadly there was too much truth there to ignore.

I’d always been slender, but following weeks in the hospital, the black pantsuit and shell I wore under it hung from my emaciated frame, the only color other than the waxy pallor of my skin coming from my grandmother’s pearls, a fitting costume for a corporate funeral. Saying goodbye to the company and the only jobs I’d ever known was so much harder than I’d expected.

“What the hell are you going to do now, Sahara?”

My voice echoed in the office devoid of family paintings, books, and the soft-surfaced furnishings I’d opted to keep, bouncing off the Lavish Lavinia Larson pig statuette.

A single tear trickled down under the frame of my dark, tortoise-shell glasses. I swiped at it. I would not cry—not now, not ever again. As Dad had always said, tears were for sissies, and while I might be a lot of things—naïve, anxious, and disheartened, despite being a girl, I wasn’t a wimp. I was a survivor.

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