Available Now: Fly Girl by Joanne Sexton

FLY GIRL
Saucy Girls, #5
Joanne Sexton

ISBN: 9781311487124
ASIN: B0155CQZTC

Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $3.99

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When Elle meets Alex in a nightclub, it's love at first sight for both of them. He's just finished his naval aviation training to fly combat and cargo planes, and is due to go onto the aircraft carrier he's been assigned, which is headed to the war in Korea in six weeks. Their instant love is undeniable so they decide to get married before he leaves.

When Elle learns Alex's plane has been shot down, and he stops emailing her, she knows something is wrong and flies to Korea for more information.

Will he make it out of Korea alive? How will Elle overcome her husband being missing in action?

• • •

“Oh my, Elle, that guy over there is fully checking you out.”

She didn’t have to look far to find him. Once again, he wore a small smile as if he had a secret he couldn’t tell. He stood closer to them this time. His tall, lean, broad-shouldered frame sent ripples of excitement over her skin. A good thing he was tall. She towered over the average man. What are you doing, Elle? It doesn’t matter how tall he is.

“Elle!”

Putting on her indifferent face, she turned to Bianca. Encouraging her best friend wasn't always a good idea. They would be over there in a flash if Bianca got a sniff of a chance for an introduction or an opportunity not only to flirt but to force Elle onto some unsuspecting guy. Again, endearing but not always appreciated.

“Sorry, B, what did you say?”

“Go over and talk to him.”

“Why?”

“He’s cute in that his cheekbones could cut glass kind of way.”

“So?’ Elle didn’t want to admit she'd already taken note of his prominent well-defined cheekbones and jaw.

“Too late, he’s gone.”

Sure enough, when she peeked toward the spot where he’d been a moment before he’d vanished again. Once more, the niggle of disappointment reared its head. What is wrong with me? Elle shrugged. If she encouraged Bianca now, they would be weaving through the crowd before she could blink.

“So, have you picked your victim for tonight?” She teased with the hope of shifting Bianca’s attention.

“Ha, ha, very funny.” She poked out her tongue before returning to her usual verve. “There are far too many to choose from.” She grinned.

“Seriously, though, would you want to hook up with one of these guys? Don’t they go on ships for long periods of time?”

“I don’t want to marry one, Elle, just have some fun. It wouldn’t hurt you to get in some flirting practice.”

“I’m sure I’d be capable if I needed to.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and then resumed her perusal of the room. Shaking her head at her friend, she glanced around the room again. An involuntary reflex urged her to seek him out. After a couple of quick sweeps of the club, she didn’t spot him again. This bothered her far too much.

The song changed. She grabbed Bianca's arm. “Let's dance. I love this song.”

This time she dragged Bianca across the room to the dance floor. She got lost in the music, letting the rhythm guide her; everything else drifted away. After several songs they needed a drink, went to the bar, and then were fortunate to find the table they occupied earlier empty.

Again, without consciousness she swept the club, but couldn’t place him amongst the other broad-shouldered uniforms. The fact they wore the same short haircuts didn’t help. Controlling the urge to do another sweep she switched her attention to Bianca. Maybe her friend would launch into another long, one-sided conversation. She didn’t let Elle down. Yet even as she listened her eyes searched the room. What is wrong with me?

Bianca stopped mid-sentence, her mouth agape. As she went to follow the direction of Bianca’s stare, a deep voice sounded near her ear.

“Are you looking for me?”

Elle stifled a gasp and twirled around.

Close up, he took her breath away. Broad shoulders, the square cut of his jaw, and those icy-coloured eyes did things to her. Things she couldn't put a name to. She considered she wore the same expression as Bianca.

“No. Why would I be?” she said, feigning an indifference she didn’t feel. Her heart pounded a rapid beat that surely sounded over the music betraying her.

“What’s your name?” he asked with another half grin.

“What’s it to you?” Being fully aware of how rude and out of character she behaved didn't seem to help her string words together. Her jumbled mind and erratic heart ensured she couldn't think straight much less find the words. What made everything even more confusing—he was totally not her type.

“Elle!” She said with a frown, a rare occurrence. “I’m Bianca.”

Now she smiles.

“Nice to meet you, Bianca.”

In a flash, she came around the table next to Elle.

“This is Elle,” She said giving her a little shove.

“Yes, I caught that.”

This time his smile filled his face. It added a dimple to his cheeks. Rationality flew from her mind.

“I’m Alexander, Alex.”

• • •

Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. She had always dreamed of writing novels and has been an avid reader most of her life. In between being a mum and writing, she runs a small bookkeeping business. She has recently become a qualified florist.

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Available Now: Cop Girl by Joanne Sexton

COP GIRL
Saucy Girls, #4
Elizabeth Delisi

ISBN: 9781310680298
ASIN: B012U3552M

Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $3.99

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Mabel Montgomery is a cop who has started working for internal affairs and is assigned to a new partner, Adam Kennedy, who is being investigated. Mabel has loved Hayden her whole life. Sharing families ensured they spent time together when they were young.

Hayden Summerville is a doctor working in Africa, when he returns Mabel and Hayden run into each other again and love blooms.

After Mabel makes a rookie mistake, she has to go into hiding and everyone believes she's dead. When everything comes to a head and Hayden finds out Mabel is alive, after having grieved for her, he decides he can't be with her and goes back to Africa.

Weeks later he realises she is what he wants and comes back to claim her.

• • •

With Alisha’s file in hand, he went to locate the officer waiting for him.

Hayden entered the waiting room and found the tall, blonde officer still looking out the window. Overcome with shyness again, he opened the file and read over it as he approached.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Summ—”The officer cut him off as she turned to face him.

“Hayden?” she asked, her voice filled with surprise and a hint of what sounded like excitement.

As he lifted his gaze from the file, he read her nametag and took in her face, both familiar. Her light hair tucked up at the nape of her long slender neck showed off the angles of her smooth jaw line. Her indigo eyes, large and friendly. Her heart-shaped face held petite features with high, sharp cheekbones and full lips. Remembering her as a child, and how pretty she’d been did little to stop him from being captivated by how beautiful she’d become. An aroma of raspberries surrounded him.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

He detected a hint of disappointment breaking him from his hypnotic state. “Of course I do, Mabel.” He offered a friendly smile. “I’m surprised to see you. You’ve grown up.”

“I wasn’t that young when you left.” She grinned, filling out her fuller bottom lip.

His heart beat like a jackhammer. “You’ve still changed.”

*

Mabel's eyes took in every feature of the face she’d loved through her entire teenage years. He hadn’t changed at all. His wavy hair brushed his collar like it always did. Warm chocolate eyes surrounded by long, thick lashes. His chiselled face still as she remembered it and the cleft in his chin begged her to run her finger over it.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” she managed to answer. Her surprise at seeing him again left her lost for words. Infatuation resurfaced and heat crept into her cheeks surprising her. Coy wasn’t something she usually experienced. “How long have you been back?”

“A few months. I think the weekend my sisters insisted on having a welcome home party you’d gone away with a friend.”

“Oh…” She'd been away on a training exercise for IA but told her family she'd been away with a friend.

“Maybe they forgot. It doesn’t matter.” He shrugged, and a hint of colour kissed his cheeks. Still shy and reserved.

This pleased Mabel more than she anticipated. “Yes it does! I missed you,” she blurted before she could stop herself.

“You’re being nice,” he mumbled, much to her delight.

A demure smile followed, the smile she’d had a fondness for since the first time she’d seen it, now caused her pulse to race. Mabel composed herself; she’d better do her job first, even though the idea of spending the remainder of the night with him appealed to her.

“Um, perhaps we should go over Alisha’s injuries. Maybe we can catch up another time soon. I’d love to hear about Africa.”

Something in his expression changed and his usual reserve disappeared.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Um, I’ll probably have dinner at mum’s or something. I usually drop in and get fed somewhere.” Mabel rambled, much to her chagrin. The old teenage crush had surfaced with a vengeance.

“Maybe we could have dinner and catch up.”

Her breath caught and her cheeks flushed again. Did he just ask me on a date? The day she’d dreamed of over and over again could become reality.

• • •

Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. She had always dreamed of writing novels and has been an avid reader most of her life. In between being a mum and writing, she runs a small bookkeeping business. She has recently become a qualified florist.

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Twitter - http://twitter.com/JoWritesRomance
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Available Now: Saucy Girls by Joanne Sexton

Grab the Saucy Girl Series by Joanne Sexton today!

RICH GIRL, #1

ISBN: 9781311406613
ASIN: B00ZGUNZEM

Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $3.99

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There's a fine line between love, obsession, and hate.

Chelsea Summerville has a stalker who is kidnapping and murdering women resembling her, just to carve them up with a message. Judged unfairly by the sociopath, Chelsea fears for her life.

The murders sting Detective Lucas Hudson's raw nerves. In order to save Chelsea, they become partners, intimate partners. Lucas recalls the past, determined to prevent the mayhem unfolding, and this time to stop a killer before he loses the woman he loves.

FIRE GIRL, #2

ISBN: 9781311487124

ASIN: B00ZDI1JA4

Length: Novel

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Price: $3.99

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Charlotte Summerville is finally achieving her biggest dream when a swaggering fire-fighter walks into the veterinary clinic with his dog. Destiny dances with their fates, interlocking them in an attraction so fierce it's volatile.

Danger is lurking in their lives, coursing out in the form of serial fires and killings. The peril of relationships smashes them apart time and again, even though love is ignited in both their hearts. Jared knows Charlotte's hotter than Hades, but someone else thinks so too, waiting his turn to set the leggy blonde on fire with his charm.

MODEL GIRL, #3

ISBN: 9781310398810
ASIN: B00ZE22XWW

Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $3.99

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Isabelle Winters is a single mother who doesn't easily trust men, not after her father ran out on her and her mother when she was a child. She models in order to look after her son, Jesse, hoping to save enough to finish her degree. 

Enter Mitchell Montgomery, sexy, playboy photographer, with a reputation as a womaniser, a man like to her absent father. 

As the camera clicks, so too does attraction, and sparks fly.

Another watches from behind a lens, and threatens their growing bond, until threat is made terrible reality.

• • •

Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. She had always dreamed of writing novels and has been an avid reader most of her life. In between being a mum and writing, she runs a small bookkeeping business. She has recently become a qualified florist.

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Available Now: The Chosen One by Joanne Sexton

THE CHOSEN ONE
Joanne Sexton

ISBN: 9781311075215
ASIN: B00YQCRLTG

Length: Novel
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Price: $4.99

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Twenty year old Sera's life quickly becomes surreal when she discovers she's not just human, she's a princess from a realm so full of magical folk they give credence to every fairytale she's read.

The realm is in danger, a wicked warlock has kidnapped a princess and it will take all seven princesses to save her. Transported to this celestial environment Sera is immediately captivated by the elf Keelor. It is love at first sight. He's infuriating and aloof, but chemistry sizzles despite their attraction forbidden by law and lore. In a battle for peace, threatened by evil on every side, this dynamic duo go through every tribulation in their gambit for love.

It's impossible to adapt, Sera's heart is destroyed more than once, and she faces sure death when kidnapped by vampires. This is a magical adventure which will make you fall in love, into despair, and fall into enduring affection for the intoxicating inhabitants of this wondrous realm.

• • •

When the doorbell rang Sera sang out a goodbye to Anna and rushed to answer the door, assuming it was Sam. What she discovered, instead of her best friend, were two of the most beautiful people she’d ever seen. Both with white-blonde hair and blue eyes almost as pale. They were breath-taking. They seemed almost surreal.

Her hair was very long, slightly wavy, cascading down to the small of her back. She was also willowy tall – taller than Sera who was tall for a girl - and with cheeks that were pink against stark alabaster skin.

He stood behind her, close, as though he was guarding her against imminent danger. Sera decided he was the most incredible looking man she’d ever encountered. His hair ended slightly above his collar with a kink, and was dishevelled as though he’d run his hand through it only recently. It was messy in a styled sort of manner. His lips and skin were the same in hue as his companion.

“Good morning, Seraphina,” the female said in a melodic voice. Is Annaphina at home?”

For several moments, Sera merely stared. How did this beautiful woman know her and her mother? Who was the wonderfully striking man with her?

She was awestruck by his ethereal beauty and presence. Sera looked him over as long as politely possible, and couldn’t help but notice his hard lean body beneath his strange olive green pants and square cut vest. His arms, as pale as his face, looked firm and strong. He too was tall.

“Seraphina?” she spoke again. “Are you unwell?”

Sera shook her head to tear herself out of her reverie and the assimilation of the man before her. “Um yes, I’ll get her for you. Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you.”

The female walked gracefully as though floating, and her companion followed without saying a word. She was in the process of closing the door when Sam bounded up the stairs. He always managed to appear out of nowhere and she could never quite understand how he did this.

“Hey, Sam,” she called. “Come in, my Mum has... guests, and I just have to let her know.”

“No problem,” he replied. “The movie doesn’t start for an hour.”

She closed the door behind him and turned to the two pale figures in her living room, both opting to remain standing.

“Sam this is...” She stopped, realising she didn’t actually know who they were.

“Keela, Keelor, what are you doing here?” said Anna, entering the room.

“Something has occurred and we need to convene The Chosen and their elders. Sampson, you will, of course, be required to accompany Seraphina,” said Keela.

“What’s going on here?” Sera asked.

“She doesn’t know?” the male finally spoke.

“Annaphina has decided to wait until the time is right, Keelor.”

“The time is now,” said the enigmatic Keelor.

“I ask again, what’s going on here? How do you know these people, Sampson?” Sera asked, now totally confused.

“Forgive our presence which is foreign to you, Princess. We were unaware you were in the dark about your heritage.” Sera almost missed his brief study of her face as Keelor spoke before turning to Sam. “Sampson, next time you address Keela, please do so appropriately.”

“I beg your pardon, Princess Keela.”

“Forgiven, Sampson, alas Keelor can be a little overzealous at times. I understand your need for discretion,” said Keela.

“Sam, who are The Chosen?” Sera asked.

“I think I’d better answer your questions, Seraphina,” Anna told her daughter. “I’ve rescheduled my clients so we can talk. Please make yourselves comfortable. Would you like refreshments?”

This was returned with a shake of the head by all.

“Mum, what’s going on here?” She felt like a song stuck on repeat.

“I knew one day I would have to tell you who you are, but I’ve put it off for as long as possible. Since you came of age I knew it would just be a matter of time. I’ll tell you all about who they are and how it applies to you in a moment honey, but first I wish to find out what’s happened for them to venture from... home.”

“Please forgive our intrusion Elder Annaphina, however, The Chosen must assemble at once. Nermina has been abducted and Nermo incapacitated. We believe it may be the work of Mecaldorf,” Keela said.

“Do you think he intends to use her as ransom?” asked Anna.

“Yes, Elder Kalar believes this to be his intention. She has foreseen Mecaldorf recruiting lost folk. We believe one of these folk is responsible for Nermo’s imprisonment.”

Sera’s head swung from one to the other as they spoke, unable to grasp exactly what it was they were talking about. When she glanced at Sam, he didn’t appear confused or surprised by the information.

Keelor stood vigil beside the seated Keela as though he was powerless to leave her side. She noted now her assumption was indeed correct and his attire appeared to be constructed from leather, however, the trademark sound usually accompanying movement was absent. Upon his back appeared to be some type of long stick, maybe a staff, and this only added to her puzzlement. Was he carrying a weapon of some kind? Did Sam?

“Oh dear,” Anna murmured, turning to Sera. “I suppose I had best tell you who you are, Princess Seraphina.”

• • •

Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. She had always dreamed of writing novels and has been an avid reader most of her life. In between being a mum and writing, she runs a small bookkeeping business. She has recently become a qualified florist.

Find Joanne Online:

Website - http://www.josextonbooks.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/josextonwritesromance
Twitter - http://twitter.com/JoWritesRomance
Blog - http://www.josextonbooks.com/a-few-random-thoughts
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Available Now: American Woman by Joanne Sexton

AMERICAN WOMAN
Joanne Sexton

ISBN: 9781310548963
ASIN: B00YQS38B0

Length: Novel
Genre: Erotic Romance
Price: $3.99

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Rock chicks are more complicated than they look, especially when one is becoming her destiny, the other following a classical career, and the third wheel the steaming hot lead singer of the new big thing. Scarred hearts bleed pain when the pulse of love blurs to jealousy and rage. Between family, ex-lovers, and their own clashing issues, this complicated love triangle becomes a tangled mess, leaving the shy and the reckless reeling. The future is bleak, they're isolated and misunderstood, and pride ruins passion.

Drunken mistakes haunt Molly and Justine; their spiral into misery riveting. Strumming emotions more than guitar strings, the dynamic Justine, Tessa, and Molly, will keep you on tenterhooks of suspense in this lady-on-lady romance.

• • •

I feel as if I’m wasted

Darkness and light tango across the ceiling when wind strip searches trees, blocking the streetlight's glow when the bluster sways branches. The eerie shapes skittering overhead would be frightening if I was a child, or if I allowed my imagination to take hold.

Instead, lying in the darkness, they are soothing somehow. I shiver as the howling outside mimics the shadows stretching in front of me.

The snoring besides me escalates, and I sigh. I love Alex, in my own way. As much as I can love him. It isn’t his fault our relationship is mundane and our sex life so routine. It took both of us to destroy the foundation of our life together. He can't read minds.

Glancing over at his sleeping form my disappointment is a prevalent emotion. The usual jack-hammering of hurried sex left me unsatisfied again. The aroma of our coupling lingers. Sweat, and the faint trace of my arousal which never came to fruition.

The experience has left me raw and wanting more, a craving unfulfilled. I remember when sensuality and passion resided in our bed. Hot kisses, warm tongues and moans of unbridled ecstasy are all ghosts of the past. Things could be different. Why am I still here?

What bound me to him: loyalty, friendship, love? Alexander came into my life when I needed guidance, love and unconditional acceptance. For the most part he provided all this. If I am honest with myself, it probably isn’t his fault at all. I’ve retreated as I always do. He believes things are the same. He believes my happy facade. Ignorance is bliss. I doubt that when the time comes he will be surprised.

His restless slumber brings his face close to mine. A wave of dark hair flops across his face and I feel compelled, for the briefest of moments, to push it back. As I once had. Why did it always go this way? The unfulfilled feeling always came, as though something was amiss, like something was absent from my life. Alex no longer filled the void. I’m almost sure I am no longer who he wants either. We continue out of habit. I will miss him when he’s gone.

Sighing again I decide to get up. Insomnia will ensure I remain restless tonight. I leave the house dark as I tiptoe down the hall and out to my favourite room.

An enclosed back porch the length of the house with a picketed fence and clear plastic shades provide protection from the elements and a quiet comfort.

A wooden three-seater swing sits against the wall, my guitar propped beside it. Perhaps scribbling music and lyrics for my acoustic treasure will soothe me. Melancholy and bliss, the two ends of the emotional spectrum provide the best fodder for song. One of them is on the menu this evening.

Grabbing lined music paper and a pencil I go and sit, swinging for a bit, waiting for my muse. A chord forms in my mind so I pick up my classical guitar and strum. As the tune comes to me I hum it as I write out the notes. After the second play through the words shape with the music.

I sing out the blues for the third and final time. I have written better, and of course much worse, but it heals, it helps. Goodbye to you, Alexander. I try to recall the happier times, the beginning and the memories sit far in my mind, out of reach. Retrieving the folder containing my scribbled songs from the ground beside me, I shuffle through. If I play a song I wrote back then, when Alex became my world, maybe the lost hope could be restored. Simply called ‘Alexander’, the song emanated all the passion and thrills of new love I’ve forgotten how to feel.

As I sing I visualise his cupid's bow mouth and ruffled hair. The sexy way jeans hug his hips, the smile which produces a dimple in one cheek, and his cleft chin. Lust without love crams my empty chest. A thudding heart produces the desire I didn’t experience when his urgent hands initiated his quick release. My well-timed moans and feigned interest helped him along. How is it the thought of sex with him produced fire in my loins, when the action could not?

Putting down my guitar I place the new song into the folder before throwing it to the floor. The wind blows at the blinds surrounding me, producing a light thud.

Laying back on the swing I allow the rocking and steady lull of the wind to relax my lust filled senses. I will miss him, I know this much at least.

Alex could be thoughtful when he made the effort. His humour will be hard to forget. His teasing and quick wit will be what I shall miss most. Will he protest when I ask him to leave, or accept the inevitable? We both can’t go on denying that the fun, the fire, the love has faded.

Arguments and heated battles form the majority of our communication. Discontent over each others faults overshadow the spark of infatuation. We rarely share anything, our interests segregated. His love of sports, and mine of stillness and music, collide. Opposites no longer attract. Relief and sadness wage a war inside me.

• • •

Joanne Sexton is an Australian romance writer and mother of two. She had always dreamed of writing novels and has been an avid reader most of her life. In between being a mum and writing, she runs a small bookkeeping business. She has recently become a qualified florist.

Find Joanne Online:

Website - http://www.josextonbooks.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/josextonwritesromance
Twitter - http://twitter.com/JoWritesRomance
Blog - http://www.josextonbooks.com/a-few-random-thoughts
Tirgearr Publishing - http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Sexton_Joanne