Coming Next – The Adventurous One

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A Billionaire Bride Pact Romance
by Jeanette Lewis

Taylor Medlin may have taken the billionaire bride pact when she was a teenager at Camp Wallakee, but she wasn’t thinking about that when she married the man of her dreams several years later. And she certainly wasn’t thinking about the pact when she signed the divorce papers after only eighteen months.

Once burned, twice shy, Taylor has sworn off romance forever until a family emergency pulls her home to Sioux Falls and into the arms of old friend, Lance Carter. But Lance has his own demons and he and Taylor must decide whether the past will bring them together, or tear them apart.


Don’t you love this cover? When I was brainstorming ideas for covers, I knew I wanted shoes and it’s been so much fun finding photos with shoes that fit each bride’s personality. These match Taylor perfectly.

I don’t have  release date yet. I’m working toward mid-August, but my summers tend to be pretty crazy, so I’ll keep you updated.

Excerpt from The Lucky Billionaire

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by Jeanette Lewis
All Rights Reserved

Ty followed Holland’s directions and soon they were pulling into The Grove shopping center.

“No Rodeo Drive?” His sister Misty said from the backseat, disappointment evident in her tone.

“What’s Rodeo Drive?” Ty asked.

“What? C’mon … Pretty Woman? Julia Roberts and the shopping montage?” Misty prodded him in the back with her finger.

He vaguely remembered hearing a song about it, but drew a blank at the movie. “Sorry, not ringing any bells.” Ty swung into a parking space.

“Rodeo Drive is where all the top designers are,” Misty said with authority.

“Oh, then I’m glad we’re missing it,” Ty replied. “I’m not buying anything from some snooty designer.”

A small smile hovered on Holland’s lips as she got out of the car. “This place has plenty of designers too,” she said. “I just thought we’d find more here in your style.”

“That is definitely not my style,” Ty declared, pointing to a display of rhinestone skulls and studded leather jackets in the window of Lace+Bones.

“Of course not, give me some credit.” Holland gave him a mischievous smile and led the way to the white stone facade of Barneys New York.

Mercy,” Misty drawled in her best Roy Orbison impression.

Ty would rather face a diamondback rattler with nothing but a pea shooter than follow Holland into the store. Inside was cool, almost cold, and that wasn’t just the temperature of the air. Two clerks looked up when they entered and appeared to be having had a silent staring contest where the loser had to wait on them.

If Holland noticed, she gave no sign. She marched to the men’s section and began pulling suit jackets off the rack.

“May I help you?” One of the clerks approached them, having evidentially lost the contest. She couldn’t have been more than twenty. Her platinum blond hair hung in rippling waves to her waist and her makeup was so thick Ty bet he could have scraped it off with a credit card.

“I’m Holland Morrissey with Enlighten Images. We need clothes for him.” Holland tipped her head toward Ty, but her eyes never left the clerk’s.

Either the agency had name recognition or Holland won some kind of telepathic battle, because the clerk was suddenly all smiles. “Of course. Why don’t I get a dressing room started for you?”

Holland moved closer to Ty and reached up to hold a navy suit jacket under his chin. She narrowed her green eyes and caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she evaluated the color against his skin. The smell of her perfume washed over him, a sharp, cool scent that reminded him of an ocean breeze.

His pulse picked up at her nearness. He picked up the sleeve of the jacket she held and glanced at the tag.

“Six hundred dollars?” He gasped in a whisper. “This suit is six hundred dollars?”

“This is a separate,” Holland said. She replaced the jacket on the rack and reached for a gray one. “We’ll look at suits too, but I think you’ll get more use out of separates.”

“What the heck is a separate?” Ty asked.

“Just what it sounds like. The jacket is separate from the pants. That way we can mix and match,” Holland explained. She held the gray one to his face.

“Wait a second … just that jacket is six hundred dollars?” Ty dodged out of the way and grabbed the price tag. “This one is seven-fifty,” he said almost accusingly.

“Whoa,” Misty said, clearly as horrified as her brother.

The clerk made a grab for the jacket. “I can put that in a room for you if you’d like.”

“No way,” Ty said forcefully. “I’m not paying that much for something I’m only wearing once.”

Holland’s smile slipped a little as she turned to the clerk. “Could you give us just a minute please?”

The clerk slid gracefully out of range and Holland whirled on Ty. “You’re a billionaire and you’re whining about seven hundred dollars?” She hissed. “In the time we’ve been arguing, you’ve probably earned enough in interest to buy every jacket in this store.”

Ty squared his shoulders. “That’s not the point. Just because I can afford it doesn’t mean I need it.”

“Why did you hire me if you’re not going to do what I tell you?” She whispered, her tone strained.

“She’s got a point,” Misty said. From the look on her face, Ty gathered she was enjoying the show.

“I am going to do what you tell me, if it’s reasonable,” he told Holland. “But I’ve seen jackets just like that at Kohl’s for less than a hundred bucks.”

Holland gasped as if he’d just cursed in church. “No you have not.” She clutched the jacket protectively to her chest.

“Are you two about done? Because I really need to sit down,” Misty said.

Ty locked eyes with Holland. She pressed her lips together stubbornly and hugged the absurdly expensive jacket.

He sighed. “Fine. But I still think it’s stupid.”

Holland relaxed. “You’ll thank me later, because you are going to look fantastic on TV.”

What followed was a nightmare.



Coming Soon – The Lucky Billionaire


When Ty Epperson wins a fortune in the Idaho State Lottery, he’s determined to put his sudden wealth to good use, even if it means putting up with Holland Morrissey, a Los Angeles image consultant who has never met a credit card she doesn’t like and thinks spending $1000 on a pair of pants is normal behavior. Ty has never considered himself lucky in life or in love, until now. But not all of Ty’s plans are popular and someone is determined to stop him, putting everyone and everything he loves at risk.

Available from Gelato Publishing on June 7, 2016

Pageant Schedule for Tin Foil Tiaras

There are all kinds of things that help give me inspiration when I’m writing and the research process can get pretty involved. When I was working on Tin Foil Tiaras, I realized I needed the pageant schedule to help me structure Cameron’s week in Snow Valley. So I channeled pageant director Melodee Snow-McGrath and got to work.

I based the requirements off the actual rules for the Miss Montana pageant and I may have gotten a little carried away! Here’s page one and there’s a link at the bottom if you want to see all three pages.Pageant schedule page 1

Miss Snow Valley 2015 Pageant Schedule

The Independent One

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By Cami Checketts

Cami writes much faster than me, because she is a warrior. Check out her latest addition to our Billionaire Bride Pact series!

Single mom, Haley Turnbow, escapes to the tropical Isla del Sol for an ideal vacation with her five-year old. She’s planning on lazy beach days, great food, and a happy kid. She doesn’t plan on the resident hotel ghost stalking her and the island’s fine-looking owner drawing her in with his confident, fun personality.

Cal Johnson is king of his own island, happy and busy. Thoughts of a family are on the horizon, but always seem out of grasp until a beautiful mom and her wild little boy flip his world upside down. He falls in love with both of them. Realizing they’re going to leave at the end of their vacation, he does everything in his power to capture Haley’s heart.
Haley and Cal may be able to enjoy a vacation romance, but can what they feel translate into the real world? Only a giant leap of trust will give the answer.