Instant Millionaire Friends to Lovers Computer Whiz by Day/Dirty Talker by Night Clark Kent Look-alike He Falls Hard Tech-Savvy Nerdy Girl Keeping Secrets Hidden Identity
Blurb:
Decoding love one byte at a time…
Tom
Not all superheroes wore capes. Some were overqualified, underpaid personal assistants at a luxury hotel, like me. At night, I spent lonely hours behind a computer screen creating an innovative security system to fight cyber villains. It would revolutionize the casino industry and, hopefully, make me the next Vegas millionaire. Love wasn’t on my color-coded spreadsheet until Aurora LeFleur moved in across the hall.
The tech-savvy blond was smart, gorgeous, and way out of my league. I was afraid she’d never see me as more than a friend, but one kiss rewired my entire system. My data-loving brain knew she was keeping secrets. The lies were piling up and I began to think I didn’t know her at all. When you double down on love, the house always takes its cut, and my heart might just be the payment.
♥♣♦♠
Aurora
I came to Sin City in search of my best friend who’d disappeared without a trace, not to fall for my nerdy neighbor. It was supposed to be a quick, undercover mission and then back to my complicated, messy life. I’d been dodging the future my father planned for me, but the clock was ticking down and time was running out.
Tom Bently’s brilliant mind and kind heart were impossible to resist. His kisses were electric. His touch, addictive. And he had no idea who I really was. I never wanted to deceive Tom but torn between family loyalty and love, keeping him in the dark was necessary. In a city that never sleeps, secrets don’t stay buried forever. With my poker face starting to crack and the stakes climbing, when the truth hits the table, the final hand might cost us everything… including our hearts.
Not all superheroes wore capes. Some were overqualified, underpaid personal assistants at a luxury hotel, like me. At night, I spent lonely hours behind a computer screen creating an innovative security system to fight cyber villains. It would revolutionize the casino industry and, hopefully, make me the next Vegas millionaire. Love wasn’t on my color-coded spreadsheet until Aurora LeFleur moved in across the hall.
The tech-savvy blond was smart, gorgeous, and way out of my league. I was afraid she’d never see me as more than a friend, but one kiss rewired my entire system. My data-loving brain knew she was keeping secrets. The lies were piling up and I began to think I didn’t know her at all. When you double down on love, the house always takes its cut, and my heart might just be the payment.
♥♣♦♠
Aurora
I came to Sin City in search of my best friend who’d disappeared without a trace, not to fall for my nerdy neighbor. It was supposed to be a quick, undercover mission and then back to my complicated, messy life. I’d been dodging the future my father planned for me, but the clock was ticking down and time was running out.
Tom Bently’s brilliant mind and kind heart were impossible to resist. His kisses were electric. His touch, addictive. And he had no idea who I really was. I never wanted to deceive Tom but torn between family loyalty and love, keeping him in the dark was necessary. In a city that never sleeps, secrets don’t stay buried forever. With my poker face starting to crack and the stakes climbing, when the truth hits the table, the final hand might cost us everything… including our hearts.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ~ “I absolutely loved this book. I loved Tom, he was funny, charming. He was shy with Aurora at the beginning but oh man does that change. Aurora is the perfect fit for Tom. The chemistry they have is everything I would imagine for him. I’m so happy to see Tom finally get HEA.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ~ “Tom can decode me one byte at a time! No more bets because Tom’s story is finally here! And what a story it is!”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ~ “Technically Yours in Vegas was such a fun, spicy, and surprisingly sweet read. I mean—who doesn’t love a hot nerd with a dominant side? Tom, the Clark Kent lookalike, totally stole my heart.”
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” It seemed like I’d been waiting forever, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
She nodded slowly as I took her face between my hands and lowered my lips to hers. When they met, it was like the first spark in a storm—sudden, breathless, charged with electricity that made the air around us hum. A live wire buzzing beneath our skin, zapping through nerve endings and lighting up everything in its path.
Her fingers curled into my shirt as though trying to ground herself, but there was no grounding this. I brushed my thumb against her cheek with agonizing slowness and swept my tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened for me, welcomed me in, and when the kiss deepened, it was like lightning struck twice.
A subtle tremble passed between us—a silent gasp and a needy moan—and the kiss pulsed with the raw, electric tension that’d been building for weeks. Every movement, every graze of teeth and tangle of tongues, was a spark leaping between us.
Time stopped, the world blurred, and for that moment, we were pure energy. Breathless and burning in the same current.
I pulled away and pressed a final kiss to the tip of her nose. “Thank you for tonight.”
She stared up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. “Do you want to come in?”
“Not tonight. This has already been more than I hoped for. I don’t want to rush into anything with you. You’re the kind of woman that deserves to be savored, not snacked on.”
Sabrina Wagner lives in southeast Michigan near the beautiful Great Lakes. She writes sweet, sassy, sexy romance novels featuring stubborn, alpha men and the women who bring them to their knees. She gives you all the feels by tearing her characters apart and putting them back together again. Her books will make you swoon, break your heart, and tickle your funny bone.
Sabrina believes true friends should be treasured, a woman’s strength is forged by the fire of affliction, and everyone deserves a happy ending. It’s rare to find her without a book in her hand or a story spinning through her head. She’s a hopeless romantic and knows all too well that life is full of twists and turns, but the bumpy road is what leads to our true destination.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ~ “I absolutely loved this book. I loved Tom, he was funny, charming. He was shy with Aurora at the beginning but oh man does that change. Aurora is the perfect fit for Tom. The chemistry they have is everything I would imagine for him. I’m so happy to see Tom finally get HEA.”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ~ “Tom can decode me one byte at a time! No more bets because Tom’s story is finally here! And what a story it is!”
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ~ “Technically Yours in Vegas was such a fun, spicy, and surprisingly sweet read. I mean—who doesn’t love a hot nerd with a dominant side? Tom, the Clark Kent lookalike, totally stole my heart.”
Decoding love one byte at a time…
Tom
Not all superheroes wore capes. Some were overqualified, underpaid personal assistants at a luxury hotel, like me. At night, I spent lonely hours behind a computer screen creating an innovative security system to fight cyber villains. It would revolutionize the casino industry and, hopefully, make me the next Vegas millionaire. Love wasn’t on my color-coded spreadsheet until Aurora LeFleur moved in across the hall.
The tech-savvy blond was smart, gorgeous, and way out of my league. I was afraid she’d never see me as more than a friend, but one kiss rewired my entire system. My data-loving brain knew she was keeping secrets. The lies were piling up and I began to think I didn’t know her at all. When you double down on love, the house always takes its cut, and my heart might just be the payment.
♥♣♦♠
Aurora
I came to Sin City in search of my best friend who’d disappeared without a trace, not to fall for my nerdy neighbor. It was supposed to be a quick, undercover mission and then back to my complicated, messy life. I’d been dodging the future my father planned for me, but the clock was ticking down and time was running out.
Tom Bently’s brilliant mind and kind heart were impossible to resist. His kisses were electric. His touch, addictive. And he had no idea who I really was. I never wanted to deceive Tom but torn between family loyalty and love, keeping him in the dark was necessary. In a city that never sleeps, secrets don’t stay buried forever. With my poker face starting to crack and the stakes climbing, when the truth hits the table, the final hand might cost us everything… including our hearts.
I’d barely touched her for sixty seconds, yet all the signs were there. “Did you come?”
She bit her lip and nodded, then threw her arm over her face and turned her head to the side. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into the crook of her arm.
What? “You don’t have to be sorry. You haven’t done anything wrong.” I peeled her arm away, revealing pink cheeks and dilated pupils.
“I have a quick trigger. It’s embarrassing,” she said, not meeting my eyes. “I’m so mortified.”
Mortified? I pried her fingers up one at a time until I could see her big blue eyes. “Don’t ever be embarrassed with me, especially when it comes to sex.”
“But that’s just it, we didn’t even have sex. There’s something wrong with me.”
I chuckled. “There’s not a damn thing wrong with you. There are a lot of women who would gladly switch places with you.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s because they don’t know it’s a curse. One little explosion and then nothing.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Nothing? Ever?” That couldn’t be true. Surely, some guy had taken their time with her. Had made her pleasure a priority.
Aurora shook her head. “Once I come, that’s it. I’ve heard women talk about multiple orgasms, but I’m convinced it’s a myth. At least for me.”
Getting off the couch, I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. “Challenge accepted. Let’s disprove your hypothesis.”
“What?” she asked, eyes wide and the flush spreading onto her chest.
I brushed a curl of honey-blond hair behind her ear. “I want you to enjoy every minute of the time we’re together, so I’m proposing an alternative hypothesis. I don’t think it’s your body. I think it’s the men you’ve been with. I predict I can make you come several times before I’m ever inside you. It may take lots of experimenting and data analysis, but I’m nothing if not an overachiever.”
“I don’t want to be a science project,” she refuted.
“It’s not a science project. It’s a pleasure project and, trust me, it won’t be a hardship.” I took her hand and led her to her bedroom, pushing the beads aside. “I think we should get started right away.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now. Go sit on the bed.” My instruction left no room for arguing. If Aurora and I were going to be together, I was determined to learn each and every one of her pleasure buttons. Master them.
She scooted into the middle of the bed, looking more innocent and unsure than a few minutes ago. “What do you want me to do?”
“You’re going to count.”
Sabrina Wagner lives in southeast Michigan near the beautiful Great Lakes. She writes sweet, sassy, sexy romance novels featuring stubborn, alpha men and the women who bring them to their knees. She gives you all the feels by tearing her characters apart and putting them back together again. Her books will make you swoon, break your heart, and tickle your funny bone.
Sabrina believes true friends should be treasured, a woman’s strength is forged by the fire of affliction, and everyone deserves a happy ending. It’s rare to find her without a book in her hand or a story spinning through her head. She’s a hopeless romantic and knows all too well that life is full of twists and turns, but the bumpy road is what leads to our true destination.
Welcome to Barren Hill—where the rolling Hill Country hides more than just breathtaking views. In this small town full of big hearts, grumpy yet irresistible men find unexpected love with spunky heroines in stories brimming with warmth, healing, and second chances. From wounded warriors to everyday heroes, each contemporary romantic short by Willow Sanders delivers swoony moments, small-town charm, and emotional depth. These bite-sized reads are perfect for devouring in a single sitting.
She fell into a ravine. He caught her—and never let go. Set against the rugged charm of Baren Hill, this heartfelt romance delivers a swoony grumpy sunshine dynamic, a heroine rediscovering herself after divorce, and a cinnamon roll mountain man with a beard—and a bar—to fall for.
Usually it was songbirds and toads that greeted me, not a foul-mouthed woman.
“Hello?” she called again. “Please tell me those are human footsteps crunching on the gravel. Though it would totally be my luck if I met my demise being some bear’s post-hibernation meal.”
“Do you always talk to yourself?” I called into the air.
“Oh, thank god. Hi! I honestly thought I was going to die down here.”
Down. As in the ravine. Hell’s fire, she was in the ravine.
“Do I need to call an ambulance?”
“No, I’m okay. I think I twisted my ankle though. I tried to stand on it a second ago and it was not having it.”
I shot a text off to Emmett to keep him on standby, then climbed down.
Her smile when I got to her exploded in relief.
“Yoga pants and flip flops?” I helped pull her to a stand. “Did you get dropped on your head? What makes you think that is acceptable attire for these trails?”
“Excuse me?” she shoved away, nearly losing her balance until I caught her. “Was I dropped on my head?”
“There are snakes out here,” I pointed at her toes. “You startle them, they’ll be revoking your birth certificate.”
She was already pretty pale, but at the mention of critters her face blanched to near white.
“You miss the mountain signs all over town? Ski in the winter, hike in the summer? What part of the word ‘mountain’ implies you can skip around here in those?”
“We gotta get some ice on that.”
“After you just insulted my intelligence, do you honestly think I would have any inclination to accept help from you?”
I extended my hand. She stood there like a damn flamingo. I lost the last shred of patience I had and scooped her up.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She kicked in my arms like a wet cat. My palm had strict directives from my brain to stay right the fuck where it was tucked beneath her knees. The yoga pants she wore had to have been painted on her body, because every curve brushed against me like she wore nothing at all.
“Are you insane? What kind of a person just picks someone up without their permission?”
She pitched her fit all the way to the top. Thankfully, The Old Lady was less than fifty meters from the ravine. She’d get over it real quick.
Set against the rugged charm of Baren Hill, this heartfelt romance delivers a swoony grumpy sunshine dynamic, a heroine rediscovering herself after divorce, and a cinnamon roll mountain man with a beard—and a bar—to fall for. Readers who love a confident, capable older heroine, romantic tension with payoff, witty banter, and filthy dialogue will consume Beard on Tap by Willow Sanders.
Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn’t take her away from me in the next two months, it’ll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does.
All I wanted was a relaxing vacation. Fresh mountain air. Some uninterrupted time with a book. Yeah, right. Maybe I could relax if the bar I stumbled upon—literally– wasn’t run by the sexiest, and most annoying, man in the world. Five minutes in, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to drag him across the bar and kiss him or pour my beer down his flannel shirt. He won’t ask for help, but what he doesn’t know? I’ve never backed down from a challenge. Finn’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be. And maybe…we’ll find our happily ever after.
Time had morphed in hyper speed. One minute Finn and Emmett were loading me into the front seat of the biggest pick-up truck I’d ever laid eyes on, and the next Finn was helping me out of the truck, and balancing me against the door while we waited for the bellhop to bring the wheelchair.
“Thank you,” I said. My hands wrapped around his biceps, though I don’t remember putting them there. He looked filled out but not bulky. I wouldn’t have ever guessed that he was as firm in the arms and shoulders that he actually was. “I know I didn’t say it earlier. But, I appreciate it. Well, you. Especially hauling my ass out of that ravine.”
“It’s a baby ravine. More like a gulch than anything.”
I could smell the whiskey on his breath too. It was a homing beacon for the part of whiskey that controls your libido. One minute we’re standing there awkwardly waiting for the bellhop, and the next I’m nibbling on his lips, testing how firm and heavy they felt caressing mine.
“You’ll be gone in a few days.” His fingers cradled my shoulder, holding me at the slightest distance. “This isn’t a good thing to start.”
“That I’ll be gone in a few days is precisely why it’s the best kind of thing to start.”
I tried to go in again, because the first swipe of my lips did little to dampen the molten desire that threatened to erupt.
“Princess, you start this, and I promise you won’t want to stop.”
My fingers itched to bury themselves in his beard. To feel for myself if it was soft or wiry, if he liked being caressed there or if it bothered him. The truth was I just wanted to feel his mouth again. I wanted more of the heaviness of his lips pressed against mine, being wrapped in his scent like a scarf on a snowy day.
“Someone’s overconfident.”
Me, apparently. While I can’t say that this “wasn’t like me” because quite honestly, I’d been a “me” alongside someone else for so long I don’t even know what my singular identity was.
“Oh, I’m sure of it. I’m not the kind of person that has missionary style penciled in my agenda– sex, with a blow job kicker for birthdays and anniversaries. I’m a flip you over, pull your hair, plunge my finger into your hidden treasure and tell you to take it like a good girl. I’ll wreck you. You won’t want it any other way after me. And I’m not the matching retirement account and monogrammed towels kind of man.”
“The towels just end up going to the Goodwill anyway,” I tell him, before pushing myself into his space. It was all the invitation he needed. He cradled my jaw firmly between his thumb and finger, and plundered my mouth like there was buried treasure that could only be unearthed with a very adroit tongue.
My whole being melted. Liquid heat erupted down my spine, sending the most delicious of sensations from the tips of my ears all the way to my curling toes.
“Ahem.”
The bellboy appeared. Top notch customer fucking service. Great timing too. The Yelp review practically wrote itself.
“Ms. James, I’m here to take you to your room. I’ve just come from there, the staff is setting your dining room for dinner, so we best get moving so it doesn’t get cold.”
Alistair, according to his nametag, had the good sense to school his features and not indicate he’d just walked into what felt like a pornographic display of lips, teeth and tongue.
The atmosphere cooled. Finn stepped back wiping his lips and shooting me a sheepish wink.
“Feel better, Ms. James. Hopefully I’ll see you around.”
Before I could even say thanks for rescuing me, or hey come back to my hotel room and prove it, he was behind the wheel of his truck and pulling out of the roundabout.
Unfortunately for me, every blood cell in my body vibrated in concert, and the song it sang was about a bar owner named Finn with concrete gray eyes, and a dirty, pouty mouth.
About Willow Sanders
A marketer by day, and author by night, Willow Sanders is a best-selling author of sweet with heat Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. She loves to write spunky, take no shit women, and understanding men with a strong side of sarcasm and an extra helping of BDE. When not writing you can find her torn between her loyalty to the Fighting Illini and her husband’s loyalty to Michigan State, bemoaning traffic, feeding her caffeine addiction, and trying to find the connection between her and the Gilmore Girls–because she is certain she is a long-lost family member.
◆ Finn ◆ Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn’t take her away from me in the next two months, it’ll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does. ♥ Gemini ♥ All I wanted was a relaxing vacation. Fresh mountain air. Some uninterrupted time with a book. Yeah, right. Maybe I could relax if the bar I stumbled upon—literally– wasn’t run by the sexiest, and most annoying, man in the world. Five minutes in, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to drag him across the bar and kiss him or pour my beer down his flannel shirt. He won’t ask for help, but what he doesn’t know? I’ve never backed down from a challenge. Finn’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be. And maybe…we’ll find our happily ever after.
Set against the rugged charm of Baren Hill, this heartfelt romance delivers a swoony grumpy sunshine dynamic, a heroine rediscovering herself after divorce, and a cinnamon roll mountain man with a beard—and a bar—to fall for. Readers who love a confident, capable older heroine, romantic tension with payoff, witty banter, and filthy dialogue will consume Beard on Tap by Willow Sanders.
Blurb
◆ Finn ◆
Used to be, the family bar was hopping until last call every night. Now? If the bank doesn’t take her away from me in the next two months, it’ll be a miracle. All because some fatcat politician thought building a new highway would earn him a few more votes. The last thing I need? A firecracker who has curves in all the right places and a smart mouth, telling me what to do to save my own damn bar. I can do this alone; except I recognize the pain I see in those moss-colored eyes. Sure I don’t need any help, but it seems like she does.
Gemini
All I wanted was a relaxing vacation. Fresh mountain air. Some uninterrupted time with a book. Yeah, right. Maybe I could relax if the bar I stumbled upon—literally– wasn’t run by the sexiest, and most annoying, man in the world. Five minutes in, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to drag him across the bar and kiss him or pour my beer down his flannel shirt. He won’t ask for help, but what he doesn’t know? I’ve never backed down from a challenge. Finn’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be. And maybe…we’ll find our happily ever after.
Genre/Tropes: Small Town; Blue Collar; Alpha Male; Playboy MC; Sunshine FC; Best Friends Little Sister; Enemies-to-Lovers Vibes; Accidental Pregnancy
Release Date: June 9, 2025
Cover Design: Karen Hulseman at Feed Your Dreams Designs
Off-limits. That’s what we are to each other.
Eirik has been my older brother’s best friend since we were kids. Back then, he was nice to me, friendly, even though I was the annoying little girl who constantly shadowed them. But as we’ve gotten older, our relationship has become strained. Instead of showing kindness, we pick fights and bring out the worst in each other. He’s known as the town playboy, and was never supposed to be on my radar. So why do I find him so irresistible?
Amelia is the forbidden fruit that’s only gotten sweeter with age. I’ve been captivated by her since we were teens. I considered us friends once, but now we’re more like frenemies. We fight like cats and dogs. No matter what I do, I annoy her. But I’ve never lost sight of how incredible she is, and when I realize I have feelings for her that are more than just a passing fancy, I have to make my move. Damn the consequences.
But what if something unexpected happens just as we’re starting out? Will we be able to survive it?
Title: Rule #1: Never Call Him Grumpy Collection: Rules for Dating a Single Dad Author: Lily Love Release: June 1, 2025 Top Genres: Sweet romance, Small Town Romance, Closed Door Romance Tropes: Small Town, Billionaire, Single Dad, Nanny, He Falls First, Instalove, Forced Proximity, Grumpy/Sunshine
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life—gruff, intense, overprotective—but grumpy? That’s a new one.
After losing my wife, I left the noise of professional hockey and billion-dollar boardrooms behind, trading city chaos for small-town peace in Passion Pointe, Tennessee. I’ve got one mission: raise my son right and keep our world calm, quiet, and free from emotional chaos.
Then Linda Carter shows up, all curves, sass, and bright opinions wrapped in a nanny application.
She’s completely wrong for the job… and somehow, exactly what my son needs.
What I didn’t expect? That I’d need her just as much.
One smile from her turns my world upside down. One laugh makes the walls I’ve built start to crack. And the way she looks at me? It’s dangerous.
But she’s got rules, and so do I.
Rule #1: Don’t get attached.
Rule #2: Don’t mix business with pleasure.
Rule #3: Definitely don’t fall for the nanny.
Too late.
Because the more time I spend with Linda, the more I realize this fiery, big-hearted woman isn’t just helping us heal—she might be the piece we didn’t know we were missing.
And if breaking every rule is what it takes to make her ours?
Well then…
They can call me grumpy all they want.
“Rule #1: Never Call Him Grumpy” is a heartwarming closed-door hockey romance featuring a protective billionaire single dad, a sassy curvy nanny who refuses to be intimidated, and the small town that might just help them heal. Perfect for readers who love emotional stories with all the feels but none of the steam. A Sweet, Closed-Door Hockey Single Dad Romcom – Mistakes & Promises Book 2.5 & Rules For Dating A Single Dad #1
Each story in ‘Rules For Dating A Single Dad’ series celebrates the unique journey of finding love as a single father, showing that sometimes the most rewarding relationships are built on a foundation of Lego bricks and soccer practice sidelines.
Tropes: Billionaire, Single Dad, He Falls First, Instalove, Forced Proximity, Grumpy/Sunshine
Release Date: June 1, 2025
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life—gruff, intense, overprotective—but grumpy? That’s a new one.
After losing my wife, I left the noise of professional hockey and billion-dollar boardrooms behind, trading city chaos for small-town peace in Passion Pointe, Tennessee. I’ve got one mission: raise my son right and keep our world calm, quiet, and free from emotional chaos.
Then Linda Carter shows up, all curves, sass, and bright opinions wrapped in a nanny application.
She’s completely wrong for the job… and somehow, exactly what my son needs.
What I didn’t expect? That I’d need her just as much.
One smile from her turns my world upside down. One laugh makes the walls I’ve built start to crack. And the way she looks at me? It’s dangerous.
But she’s got rules, and so do I. Rule #1: Don’t get attached. Rule #2: Don’t mix business with pleasure. Rule #3: Definitely don’t fall for the nanny.
Too late.
Because the more time I spend with Linda, the more I realize this fiery, big-hearted woman isn’t just helping us heal—she might be the piece we didn’t know we were missing.
And if breaking every rule is what it takes to make her ours?
Well then…
They can call me grumpy all they want.
“Rule #1: Never Call Him Grumpy” is a heartwarming closed-door hockey romance featuring a protective billionaire single dad, a sassy curvy nanny who refuses to be intimidated, and the small town that might just help them heal. Perfect for readers who love emotional stories with all the feels but none of the steam. A Sweet, Closed-Door Hockey Single Dad Romcom – Mistakes & Promises Book 2.5 & Rules For Dating A Single Dad #1
Each story in ‘Rules For Dating A Single Dad’ series celebrates the unique journey of finding love as a single father, showing that sometimes the most rewarding relationships are built on a foundation of Lego bricks and soccer practice sidelines.
Lily Love is the Clean Romance pseudonym of USA Today Bestselling Author Deidre – Ann Anderson. She is a simple lady who loves Romance where sweet meets funny.
Lily Love lives in Canada with her husband in their own little love fortress. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, designing random covers, playing video games or watching a good Hallmark movie. She enjoys reading just about anything with romance, or suspense, and having a chat with friends and family.
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