Friday, March 11, 2016

Wade's Way: Installment 5

Hi Readers,

I'm seriously behind on uploading this installment. I'm so sorry about that. Life sometimes gets in the way. At any rate, here is the latest chapter of Bride and Wade's story. Enjoy! :)

Wade's Way by Anne Rainey

After a car accident leaves Bride Donner badly scarred and her boyfriend dumps her, she’s more than ready to retreat from the pain of living. When she inherits her dear grandmother’s large, old home in the country, Bride knows it’s the perfect place to do some serious soul searching.
But when she hires arrogant contractor Wade Jackson to restore the regal beauty, hiding is the last thing on his mind. In fact, the dangerously sexy man proves—over and over—that it’s not just the house he has designs on.
Very soon, Bride lets down her defenses and finds herself doing things...Wade’s Way.

 (please be aware that these installments are freshly typed and unedited)

Chapter Five


It’d been several weeks since Bride had hired Wade and Garrett’s Building and Remodeling. One part of the house or another seemed to be in a constant state of disorder, but the progress they were making was remarkable. Wade’s crew worked tirelessly. She had no complaints with the quality or the speed of the project. She kept in contact daily with her mom too. Although Bride tried to get her mom and Aunt Joan’s opinion on various things regarding the remodel, it was clear neither woman wanted anything to do with the house and were content to leave all the decisions up to her. They’d also discovered that her grandmother had left her mom and Aunt Joan a fairly decent amount of money in life insurance. And like the house, they wanted nothing to do with the money. Bride had tried to talk them both into putting the money to good use. They could pay off bills or go on an extended vacation, but they were absolutely determined not to touch it. In the end, both sisters agreed to give Bride the money for the remodel instead.


Now, Bride stood outside staring at Wade. She tried to drag her gaze off the man. Really she did. Damn, the view was just too delicious. Wade stood on a ladder, talking about the window shutters. She couldn’t concentrate on his words because her mind was mush. The old, worn jeans he wore rode low around his hips. She could see just a hint of the waistband of his black boxers. The white t-shirt he’d had on when he’d arrived early was now tucked into his back pocket. His strong, powerful back glistened golden tan in the noonday sun. She had the aching need to reach out and stroke him. Any part of him would work. His back. His muscular biceps. His delectable butt. Something.


“So, what do you think?” he said, as he turned to look down at her.


She mentally smacked herself back to the here and now. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”


He frowned at her. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”


I’m merely lusting after your amazing bod. That’s not at all embarrassing. “Oh, it must be the heat.” She waved her hand, fanning herself.


Between one breath and the next, Wade came down off the ladder. “Come on,” he took her by the hand and tugged her around to the front of the house and escorted her up the steps. “You need water.”


He held the screen door for her and she entered. “Water sounds perfect,” she said as he released her. She immediately missed the connection. As she walked through the house, Bride was acutely aware of how closely Wade followed behind. His presence seemed to reach deep inside of her, tugging at something that had laid dormant for too long.


Bride grabbed two cold bottles from the fridge and handed one to Wade. He unscrewed the cap and gulped half the contents before saying, “Damn, I needed that.”


She took a drink of hers more for show than anything else. It wasn’t the heat that was causing her throat to go dry and her blood pressure to rise. That honor belonged to Wade. “So, you were saying about the shutters,” she prompted, hoping to get her mind back on business and off of pleasure. And Wade would be immensely pleasurable, she was sure of it.


“Yeah,” he replied as he leaned against the counter. “I think we should replace the old, wooden shutters with vinyl. They’re a lot less upkeep.”


“That sounds perfect.” She looked around the house and smiled. “This house has been a lot of work, I know, but the longer I’m here the more I love it.”


Wade looked around the kitchen before saying, “Are you going to sell once it’s complete?”


“Well, the decision ultimately lies with my mom and Aunt Joan.” She sighed. “I suspect they want nothing to do with it. So, in the end they’ll want to sell.”


He crooked his head to one side. “Do you mind if I ask why they hate this place so much?”


“It’s not the house,” she started to explain. “It’s the memories that reside inside this big, beauty that give them so much trouble.”


He finished off his water and tossed the bottle into the trash. “Not a happy childhood, huh?”


Bride pulled out a chair and sat. “I don’t know the details. Mom never talks about any of that, but I’ve been going through my grandmother’s things and she’s kept so many childhood mementos. I can’t believe that a woman who would save all that stuff didn’t at least care about her children a little bit.”


“Maybe she had regrets in the end,” He said as he moved to the table and sat down across from her. “Will you show your mom the things your finding?”


“Yes, I think it would help give her…closure.” She shrugged. “If she still wants to toss everything after that it’s her choice, I suppose.”


He looked at the other end of the table where her laptop sat open and several papers were scattered about. “Is all the noise from the work interrupting your work?”


Bride smiled. “Goodness no. And if it does get too loud, that’s what the headphones are for.” She picked them up and said, “I put these on and the whole world drops away. Then it’s just me and my laptop.”


“That seems sort of lonely though.” His voice softened. “A woman as pretty as you shouldn’t be trapped in this giant house all the time by herself. She’s bound to go a little stir crazy.”


She squinted at him. “Did you just use a line on me?”


He chuckled. “Maybe,” he admitted. “What I’m trying to say is—even though it’s totally unprofessional—would you like to go to dinner with me on Friday? I know of a really great seafood restaurant in town.”


A date with Wade. God, how badly she wanted to say yes. Bride’s heart sped up at the idea of being alone with the man. Then she remembered her face, and the horrible scar. Could she really go out to a restaurant with him, knowing that everyone would stare at her? She went into town all the time and had to endure the gawking from strangers. Somehow she knew it’d be so much worse if Wade was privy to her embarrassment. The very last thing she wanted from him was pity. She couldn’t take it if he pitied her.


“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Bride answered, as she stood and went to the sink. “As you said, it isn’t professional.” She started putting away the few breakfast dishes she’d washed earlier for no other reason but to avoid Wade’s penetrating gaze. A hand closed over her shoulder and tugged. She turned and Wade stood there frowning down at her. His nearness overpowered her senses. He still had his shirt off and his chest beckoned her to reach out and stroke his pecs, then lower to his hard rock abs. She longed to dip her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans. But Bride wasn’t that brave in reality. That was just the make-believe Bride talking.


“How come I feel like you really want to say yes to me.” He tapped her nose. “Do you think I bite, sweetheart?”


She couldn’t look him in the eye. Not that staring at his massive chest was any better. “I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.”


He cupped her chin in his palm and gently coaxed her to gaze toward his. “It’s the scar, isn’t it?” he asked. “Do you think it bothers me?”


The tenderness in his eyes nearly did her in. “Maybe it doesn’t bother you now, but people stare, Wade. They stare and they don’t care if it’s hurtful. They whisper behind their hands at the poor girl with the messed up face. I really don’t think you want to deal with all that.”


His hand moved from her chin to her cheek where he stroked the jagged line with a calloused finger. His touch zapped all her strength. She no longer had the will to deny him. “If people stare it’s because they see a beautiful woman,” he murmured. “And they’ll know I’m a lucky son-of-a-bitch because she’s with me.”


That did it. Crap. How could she say no to a statement like that? “Okay, but I did warn you. Remember that later.”


His smile lit up the room. “I’ll pick you up Friday. Seven work for you?”


She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. At that moment, Garrett walked in and started going on about something in the cellar. She caught the words pipes and older than time, but Bride was beyond the ability to think straight. When was the last time a man had made her weak in the knees? She couldn’t remember.


After the brothers left the room, Bride took a deep breath. Okay, she was going on a date with Wade and it was going to be fine. Better than fine, it was going to be amazing. Her heart began to race as excitement skittered up and down her spine. Real excitement, which was something she hadn’t experienced in months. She grinned, and the movement sent a shaft of pain up the side of her face. Bride turned and caught just a hint of her reflection in the kitchen window. Her scar seemed to be bigger and uglier than ever. As if mocking her.


Could she really do this? She pictured a crowded restaurant and all eyes glued to her. And then Bride thought of Wade’s gentle smile and warm touch and knew that she needed to at least try. She couldn’t sit in her grandmother’s house the rest of her life. Wade was right, it wasn’t healthy to stay locked away from the world. Isn’t that exactly what her grandmother had done? She had shut herself off from everyone. Where had that gotten her? She’d died alone.


“That’s not going to be me,” she mumbled to herself. But for good measure she did send up a quick prayer. God, please don’t let this date be a disastrous mistake.

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A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!

Wednesday, March 02, 2016

Loving Amber is now on Kobo!

Hi Readers,

Loving Amber is now on Kobo!

Chapter One
Amber tapped out another e-mail, then sat back and picked up her coffee mug. She tipped back the last cold remnants before going over her schedule for the day. It was six in the morning, and she had most of the office to herself. She liked it that way. The quiet let her think clearly. Still, the early mornings and late nights were beginning to wear on her. In fact, she couldn’t think of the last time she’d had a vacation. It’d been at least two years. Her cell phone rang, and she peered down at the screen. Rachel, the only other person she knew up and about at this ungodly hour. She’d met Rachel in grade school. She’d been the shy girl in study hall reading Shakespeare, and not because it was a school assignment either. Amber had been intrigued and struck up a conversation. They’d been friends ever since.

Amber picked up the phone and hit the talk button. “Let me guess, you’re at the Brew already, waiting for that hot cop to show so you can ogle him from afar.”

Rachel tsked. “Mister Dreamy Eyes isn’t the reason I come here.”

“Ooh, he has a nickname now.” Amber knew her friend too well. Rachel was totally into the sexy blue-eyed officer, but she was too shy to do anything about it, so she would sit and stare and wish she had the courage to approach him.

“Okay, well, he’s not the only reason.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “Ask him out already.” When only silence greeted her, she added, “What’s the worst he can do? Turn you down?”

“Yes,” Rachel hissed. “And that would be mortifying.”

“Maybe he’s into you. Ever consider that?”

She scoffed. “Why would he be?”

“Because you’re a catch,” Rachel answered, wishing the woman would realize her own worth.
“Think about it. He goes there every day, same as you. Maybe it’s not just for the coffee.”

“I don’t know,” Rachel said, clearly hesitant. “He’s sort of a flirt. And I’m through with the flirtatious charmers of the world. I need a nice, stable guy. Someone who doesn’t lose his cool just because I forget to call—one time.”

“Okay, Jake was way too possessive. You can’t shut yourself away just because you had one bad apple.”

“That’s the thing, it’s been a string of bad apples. I have terrible taste in men. So, basically, if I like this guy, the cop, then that means he’s a loser,” she said, as if coming to some great realization. “What I really need to do is date the first guy I’m not into. That’ll be my Mister Right.”

Amber laughed. “That’s the most absurd bit of logic I’ve ever heard.”

“Whatever. Enough about me. What are you doing at work? Don’t you ever sleep?”

“Sure, you’re one to talk. And how do you know I’m at work? Maybe I’m at home, in bed.”

“First of all, of course you’re at work. You’re always at work. And the only reason I’m awake right now is so I can ogle, remember?”

Amber sighed. “Yeah. It’s been a long time since I stopped and ogled.”

“Maybe it’s time for a vacation,” she suggested. “You do tend to burn the candle at both ends.”
She flipped through at her planner sitting open on her desk in front of her. Meetings, meetings, meetings. God, when had her life gotten so predictable? “You’re right. It’s time I soaked up some sun and put some color back into my cheeks.”

“Great idea. I hear Miami is gorgeous this time of year.”

“Miami,” Amber repeated, remembering the last time she’d been to sunny Florida. Her senior year of college, she’d spent a week partying with some friends. Geez, Amber had done things then she wouldn’t even tell Rachel about. “I love it. I’m going to book a flight today. I’ve got a ton of vacation time coming.”

“And you deserve to use some of it.”

After they talked a bit more, Amber hung up and got back to work. At around noon, she took a break and called her mom. When a cheerful voice answered the phone, Amber said, “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, sweetheart. How are you?”

“Good, I’ve got a full day ahead, but I was thinking of stopping by on my way home. Feel like some company?”

“Always,” she answered. “I’ll be sure to have the coffee ready.”

It was after six in the evening before Amber reached her mother’s small white ranch-style house. “Mom?” she called out as she stepped through the front door.

“In the kitchen,” her mother yelled back.

When Amber entered the brightly lit room, her mom pointed to the chair at the kitchen counter and handed her a cup of freshly brewed coffee. “Thanks,” she said as she breathed in the rich aroma. “Smells like heaven.”

Her mom stood across from her and frowned. “Did you eat today? You have dark circles under your eyes.”

She chuckled. “Gee, thanks.”

“I worry about you.” She reached over and patted her hand. “You work too hard.”

Amber admired her mom. At fifty-five, Betty Price stayed in relatively good shape with weekly yoga classes, and she kept the gray in her hair at bay with store-bought brown hair dye. And even though she had some laugh lines, the woman could still turn a few heads.

“Actually, I was considering taking a vacation.”

Her eyes widened. “Wow, when was the last time you did that?”

“It’s been at least a year.” She propped her head on her fist. “I’m thinking Miami.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” her mom said, a smile curving her lips. “Going alone or with someone special?”

She rolled her eyes at the not so subtle probe into her love life. “Nice try, but there isn’t currently a someone special.” Unfortunately, she added silently.

“What about that new neighbor of yours?” Mom perked up at that. “The one who moved in a few weeks ago? Didn’t you mention that he’s tall, dark, and handsome?”

Amber laughed. “Yes, I did. But I haven’t even said hi to him, and you want me to invite him on vacation with me?”

“Well, no, but you could introduce yourself and then maybe take a vacation at home.” She paused. “Don’t they call that a stay-cation?”

“Yes, they do,” she replied, and much to her surprise, the thought had merit. “I suppose it would be a nice gesture to welcome him to the neighborhood with one of my famous strawberry pies.” She had been super curious about the guy. He seemed so mysterious.

“Hmm, good idea,” Mom said with the hint of a smile. “So, tell me more about this guy.”

“He has black hair that hangs down to his shoulders. He’s tall, over six feet if I had to guess. And sort of…rugged.” Too late, Amber realized she’d made it acutely obvious that she’d totally checked him out from afar.

“Rugged, huh?” She winked. “Rugged sounds nice.”

“Okay, so maybe I’ll take a stay-cation.” Amber felt like a teenager in high school, blushing at the mere mention of a cute guy.

“You know, Alison from church noticed your new neighbor too. She said he’s downright yummy.”
Amber frowned. “Seriously?” She rolled her eyes. “She’s too young to be checking out men like him. I mean, she’s barely twenty years old.” And why did it bug her that other women had noticed her neighbor? It wasn’t like she had any claims on the guy.

Mom laughed. “Better get your butt in gear or you’ll have to take a number to get a date with him.”

The thought didn’t sit well at all. “I know, Mom,” she said. “And what would I do without you arranging my love life for me?” She got up and gave her mom a hug. “Die an old maid, I suppose.”
Her mother started to speak, but Amber’s cell phone rang. She checked the number on the screen but didn’t recognize it. She said, “Hello?”

There was a beat of silence and then, “Hi, baby.” The deep voice on the other end sent a chill down her spine.

Amber paled at the sound of her ex-husband. “Ted,” she bit out. The world tilted on its axis, and for a split second, she was thrown back in time to when that deep baritone first melted her heart, and then would later freeze her in fear. Never in a million years had she expected to hear from Ted again. At the conclusion of their disastrous marriage, they’d said good-bye and never once talked again. Until now.

There were some details of her marriage Amber hadn’t revealed to anyone. Ted had a mean streak a mile wide when he picked up “the drink.” She’d witnessed it on a few occasions when she’d inadvertently made Ted mad. He quite simply frightened the hell out of her, and she wanted him to keep out of her life.

On one such occasion, Amber had come home from work late to find Ted drunk and sitting quietly in the dark. He’d asked where she’d been. She told him she’d been working, but he was disinclined to believe her. He got angry, and to teach her a lesson for lying to him, he landed a blow to her cheek. It had put her out cold on the floor. When she came to, Ted pleaded with her to please not leave him. He was so sorry, and it would never happen again. She naively believed he was sincere. Of course, it happened again. The second time it wasn’t just a blow to the face but also a kick to her stomach. She’d doubled over in agony, pleading with him to please stop. That was right before she’d caught him in their marriage bed with another woman. Amber decided enough was enough and filed for divorce.

“What do you want, Ted?” Amber tried to force a measure of calm in her tone, but found she was sorely lacking.

“Now is that any way to talk to your ex-husband, baby?” Ted said laughingly.

“Do not ever call me baby again,” she yelled. “You lost that right.” Now her temperature began to climb along with her temper. How dare he simply phone her after all this time and attempt to sweet-talk her. He was in for a rude awakening if he thought that tactic was going to work. She was no longer an innocent young girl.

“Come on, Amber. It’s been ages, and I’ve changed a lot,” Ted said earnestly. “I know I made lots of mistakes by you, but just hear what I have to say, and then I’ll leave you alone, Okay?” he implored.
Amber sighed and decided to let him say his piece and then hang up on the jerk. She turned and saw her mom watching, worry creasing her brow. In her anxiety over hearing Ted again, Amber had forgotten she wasn’t alone. She walked over to her mother and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Very well, Ted, get on with it, then,” Amber said, getting more perturbed every second she spent on the phone.

“I just wanted you to know I’m back in town, and I thought it’d be real nice if we got together and talked about old times. What do you say, Amber? We could go to the Tasty Freeze and have burgers and fries like we use to when we were married.”

She rolled her eyes at his sheer stupidity. “Ted, I’m going to say this once, and then I’m hanging up. I will not go anywhere with you ever again. Our marriage is over, and I’ve moved on with my life. I suggest you do the same. Do not attempt to call me again.” She spoke with calm authority and hit the end-call button. After taking a deep breath, she once again turned toward her mom.

“What did he want?” her mother asked fretfully.

“He says he’s back in town and wants to get together for old time’s sake. Can you believe the nerve of him to call and expect to just pick right up where we left off?” She clenched her fists, just thinking of the whole thing. “Of course I told him not a chance, and don’t call me again.” She sat across from her mother and took a long drink from her iced tea in an effort to cool her temper.

Mom began chewing her lower lip. “Is there anything you want to tell me, Amber? About Ted and your marriage, I mean?”

Did she suspect there was more to the story? Amber squashed her growing panic. “You already know everything of importance, and besides, I don’t want to rehash all that depressing stuff. I’d rather just forget about it and move forward.” She went on with forced cheer. “I won’t allow him to ruin our visit together. He isn’t worth my time.”

“Okay, dear, if that’s want you want. Just know that I’m here if you ever feel like talking, okay?” Mom said with love in her eyes.

“Thank you, that means so much to me.” She covered her mother’s hand with her own and squeezed. Amber only hoped she’d be able to keep the past buried where it belonged, but knowing Ted was back in town made all the old fears resurface and gave her a sense of foreboding. Ted wasn’t used to being told no. There was no telling what he might do. However, she was determined to live her life and deal with her own problems. She refused to cower and run to her mom or her brother every time something bad happened.

After they shared a dinner of pork chops and steamed asparagus, her mom saw her out the door with a hug. Before she left, Amber promised to call when she got home.

With them both alone in the evenings, they often had dinner together. Mom could never get used to cooking for just herself. She’d always cooked for herself and Dad before he passed away. Amber suspected her mom was lonely, but Betty refused to even consider dating. In her heart, she was still married.

Amber had done a good job of reassuring her mother that all was well and she shouldn’t worry about Ted, but deep down, Amber wished she could convince herself of the same thing. She shivered, but quickly shook it off. She was taking a vacation, and she wouldn’t let anything spoil it.
When Amber reached her own house, she closed and locked the front door, and finally kicked off her shoes. She sighed, emotionally exhausted. She was just glad the day was at last at an end. In two weeks, she would start her vacation. Or, stay-cation, as it turned out. And maybe, just maybe, she’d work up the nerve to introduce herself to her sexy new neighbor. She smiled. If there was a God, maybe she’d even go out on a date.


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A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!

Monday, February 29, 2016

Loving Amber is available on the Nook!!

Hi Readers,

I thought I'd let you all know that Loving Amber is now on the Nook for only .99!


She’s about to get up close and personal…

Amber is seriously overworked and in bad need of a vacation. At first she’s thinking a week in sultry Miami might do the trick. But when the sexy and mysterious Sean Gunner moves in next door, Amber decides a stay-cation is just the sort of break she needs. His dark hair and bedroom eyes give her lots of sinful ideas. And not even Amber’s nuisance of an ex-husband is going to derail her from getting up close and personal with the hottie next door.

Sean moved to the small burb for some much needed peace and quiet to work on his latest novel. But there’s just something about Amber. When she bakes him a strawberry pie to welcome him to the neighborhood, Sean sees it as a chance to get to know the sexy woman a little better. Later, Sean is forced to come to Amber’s rescue and save her from her ex, Sean finds he’s loath to ignore the sensual woman. In fact, before Amber’s vacation is over Sean intends to leave the woman breathless and begging for more.

A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Loving Amber--Excerpt

Hi Readers,

How about an excerpt from my newest release? You can purchase Loving Amber for only .99 on Amazon Kindle. (coming to other bookstores very soon!)



Amber was just getting a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator while Ruger talked about the case he currently worked on, when a knock sounded on the back door that led into the kitchen. Ruger got up to answer it. When she turned around, a frowning Sean stood in the open doorway. Jitters of excitement skipped through her bloodstream. God, she’d missed him.

The big man standing with one hand anchored against Amber’s doorjamb and the other on the door, effectively blocking the entrance, had the coldest eyes Sean had ever seen. He certainly would have intimidated the hell out of most men. Still, Sean wasn’t so much intimidated as pretty damned jealous. After all, the guy stood in Amber’s kitchen and she still wore a nightshirt. If you could call the tiny thing a nightshirt. It came to mid-thigh, had a plunging V line, and was plain white. It appeared suspiciously to be a man’s undershirt, and that thought incensed him even more. His mouth thinned and his body tensed in unconscious preparation to do battle.

“Can I help you?” the man asked, still not permitting Sean to enter.

“I’m here to speak to Amber.” He peered around the man’s shoulder and stared directly at her.

“She’s busy right now.”

“Oh for God’s sake, Ruger,” she growled. “I know Mom taught you better than that. This is Sean,” she explained as she motioned his way. “My neighbor and my date for Friday night. Sean, do come in, please.” She shoved at Ruger’s block of an arm.

“You need to get dressed, sis.” He stayed firm and eyed her nightshirt. “Like now.”

“That’s the second time I’ve been told what to do by a man, and I’m done with it. You both need to step into the twenty-first century and get your heads out of your butts.”

Sean watched her stomp out of the room, noticing the lovely way her backside bounced. Damn, she was sexy when she was mad. So much fire in such a small package, it made a man wonder what she’d be like in bed. His gaze locked on to the other man’s, and he arched one brow, silently asking if he was going to comply or risk Amber’s wrath.

“Might as well come in.” Ruger stepped aside to allow him to enter. “So you’re the new guy in town. I’d like to know your intentions toward my sister.”

“Your sister?” He thought about that for a second and then let out a huge laugh.

Happy reading,

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A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!

Friday, February 26, 2016

Loving Amber -- Out Now!

Hi Readers,

My first romance--in much too long--is now available for purchase on Amazon Kindle for .99. I'm super excited and nervous about this release. I dearly hope you all download a copy of Loving Amber and enjoy the first story in this fun trilogy. NOTE: It will be available at other bookstores very soon! I'll keep you all updated. :)

Loving Amber
Morgan County trilogy--book 1

She’s about to get up close and personal…

Amber is seriously overworked and in bad need of a vacation. At first she’s thinking a week in sultry Miami might do the trick. But when the sexy and mysterious Sean Gunner moves in next door, Amber decides a stay-cation is just the sort of break she needs. His dark hair and bedroom eyes give her lots of sinful ideas. And not even Amber’s nuisance of an ex-husband is going to derail her from getting up close and personal with the hottie next door.

Sean moved to the small burb for some much needed peace and quiet to work on his latest novel. But there’s just something about Amber. When she bakes him a strawberry pie to welcome him to the neighborhood, Sean sees it as a chance to get to know the sexy woman a little better. Later, Sean is forced to come to Amber’s rescue and save her from her ex, Sean finds he’s loath to ignore the sensual woman. In fact, before Amber’s vacation is over Sean intends to leave the woman breathless and begging for more.

 Buy on Amazon KindleRead Chapter One



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A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!

Monday, January 18, 2016

BookBub and other fun stuff!

Hi Readers,

I wanted to let you all know that I have a BookBub page. Click the link and hit the 'follow' button to keep up with all my new and upcoming releases!

Also, I felt A Diamond at Midnight wasn't really up for free very long so I've made it available to you all again for FREE. Grab this paranormal romance while you can!

And a quick reminder, Loving Amber is up for pre-order on Amazon Kindle for $0.99. It's the first story in my Morgan County Trilogy.

Loving Amber by Anne Rainey
Format: Ebook
Length: Novella
Release date: February 26, 2016

She’s about to get up close and personal…
Amber is seriously overworked and in bad need of a vacation. At first she’s thinking a week in sultry Miami might do the trick. But when the sexy and mysterious Sean Gunner moves in next door, Amber decides a stay-cation is just the sort of break she needs. His dark hair and bedroom eyes give her lots of sinful ideas. And not even Amber’s nuisance of an ex-husband is going to derail her from getting up close and personal with the hottie next door.

Sean moved to the small burb for some much needed peace and quiet to work on his latest novel. But there’s just something about Amber. When she bakes him a batch of cookies to welcome him to the neighborhood, Sean sees it as a chance to get to know the sexy woman a little better. Later, Sean is forced to come to Amber’s rescue and save her from her ex, Sean finds he’s loath to ignore the sensual woman. In fact, before Amber’s vacation is over Sean intends to leave the woman breathless and begging for more.

Pre-order here:

Read Chapter One

NOTE: And get a glimpse at the next two books in the trilogy, Teasing Rachael and Enticing Tabitha HERE

Happy reading,
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A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!

Friday, January 15, 2016

Wade's Way--Installment 4

Hi Readers,

Sorry for the delay in getting the fourth installment up, but here it is and I truly hope you enjoy it! :)

Two weeks later…

Wade glanced down at the address on his phone, then back up at the giant two-story with the wraparound porch. “This is the place,” he told his brother, who hadn’t stopped texting since they got in the truck.

Garrett looked out the windshield and his eyes widened. “Damn, that’s a lot of house. Didn’t you say the woman lives here alone?”

Wade nodded as he took in the impressive two-story. “When I talked to her on the phone she told me her grandmother owned it, but she passed away recently.”

“Uh-huh,” Garrett mumbled as he continued to stare. “Built in the 1800s for sure. By the looks of that porch I’d say there hasn’t been a lot of TLC given to her.”

“I didn’t get a clear picture of how much Miss Donner is willing to do to her now, but she seemed eager to get started.” Wade put the truck in gear and drove down the driveway. As he drew closer, he noticed another truck parked in front of a detached garage. A very familiar truck. “Tell me that’s not Dane,” he bit out.

Garrett cursed under his breath. “That piece of shit.”

As they pulled in next to Dane, a high pitched voice caught his attention. Wade glanced over and saw Dane nearly stumble down the front porch steps. A woman came striding out of the house and pointed at Dane. She said something that Wade couldn’t make out; her frustrated expression was clear as day even if the words she uttered weren’t.

“Well, she doesn’t look too happy,” Garrett said with a pleased smile. “If this is Miss Donner I like her already.”

“No shit,” Wade replied. “She must have been getting an estimate from him.”

Garrett chuckled. “Yeah, and clearly didn’t like what he had to offer.”

They watched as Dane turned and headed toward his truck. Just as Dane grabbed the door handle, Garrett cleared his throat. Dane’s head shot up. When he spotted Garrett and Wade, Dane quickly hid his irritation behind a fake smile. “So, she’s shopping around, huh?”

“Seems that way,” Garrett answered, he pointed toward the woman standing on the porch. “And from the looks of things you’re already out of the running.”

Dane’s smile vanished. “She’ll come around once she realizes her choices are limited.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Garrett replied as he got out of the truck and leaned against the door. “Nice seein’ ya again, buddy.”

Dane didn’t respond, merely got in behind the wheel and sped off.

Wade killed the engine and came around to meet Garrett. “One of these days you’re going to antagonize the wrong person, little brother.”

Garrett shook his head. “That guy just makes me see red. He’s such a sleazy bastard.”

“Put it out of your head for now. We have a client and we can’t afford to have her chasing us off. Our business just might depend on this remodel.”

As they approached the front porch, Wade got a better look at Miss Donner. The floral sundress she wore was perfectly appropriate for the August heat. And it didn’t do a damn thing to conceal her lush curves. Her light brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, which made her appear too damn young for him to be ogling. Her skin was fair and she had a long scar down one side of her face. It looked fairly new and Wade wondered if she were in pain. When she caught him staring her lips stiffened. He could well imagine how often she caught people staring.

Wade smiled and held out his hand. “Wade Jackson from Wade and Garrett’s Building and Remodeling.”

The woman hesitated a moment, then reached out to shake his hand. Her skin was soft and it made him acutely aware of how rough he was in comparison. “Bride Donner,” she replied, her voice every bit as soft as the rest of her. “Thank you for coming.”

Wade pointed toward his brother. “And this is Garrett.”

She nodded in his direction, then looked from one to the other and smiled. “Brothers?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Garrett replied. “Pleased to meet you.”

She smiled finally, which pleased the hell out of Wade. He didn’t want her uncomfortable around him. “Call me Bride. Ma’am makes me feel old.” She opened the screen door. “Come on in. I just got a batch of peanut butter cookies out of the oven.”

“Now you’re talking,” Garrett replied as he entered the house and sniffed the air. “Smells delicious.”

“Let’s hope they taste good too,” she said as she brought them to the kitchen.

Wade followed behind, silently assessing the house and it’s condition. It was lived-in, for sure. And it didn’t appear that there’d been many, if any, upgrades over the years. He wondered just how big this job was going to be. That brought his thoughts back to Dane. “I couldn’t help but notice Dane leaving. He didn’t look too happy either.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s an annoying and pushy jerk. Five minutes into the conversation and he was acting as if he’d already gotten the job. That’s not someone I care to work with.”

Her breathy, bedroom voice was sexy as hell and Wade had to force himself to concentrate on the job rather than how sensual she sounded. As she brought the plate of cookies to the table, Wade and Garrett both sat down. Garrett dug right in. God, his manners sucked. Wade kicked him under the tablet and Garrett glared at him.

“So, before discuss the house, we might as well get the number one question out of the way,” Bride said, as she handed them each a napkin.

Wade frowned, not following her train of thought. “Come again?”

“My scar. I know you’re both curious as to how it got there.” Her expression said she’d gotten plenty of questions about it from strangers. The thought pissed him off. Curiosity was one thing, but asking the woman about something that was clearly painful to her was despicable.

“That’s your business. You don’t have to talk about it,” he said, hoping to ease her mind.

Garrett spoke up then. “Wade’s right. In fact, I’m more interested in getting the recipe for these cookies. I

She smiled. “You’re both so kind, but if we’re going to work together then we might as well get it out in the open.”

Wade liked her already. She was fearless the way she’d handled Dane and she was totally open with the topic of her scar. “Is it painful?” Wade asked, hoping it didn’t cause her any discomfort.

She touched the pink, jagged line. “Sometimes,” she admitted. “If I laugh or smile too much. I do have pain medicine, but I hate taking it. It makes me drowsy.”

Wade winced. He didn’t like the idea of her in pain. “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “I was in a car accident and now I have this as a constant reminder.” She tapped her cheek a moment before standing and moving to the fridge. “So, now that we have that out of the way, what would you two like to drink? We have water, iced tea and beer.”

“Water’s fine, thanks,” Wade answered. Garrett replied with the same and helped himself to another cookie. How he kept from sporting a spare tire was a mystery to Wade.

When she bent and grabbed the water, Wade got a good view of her backside. “This house belonged to my grandmother,” she said. “After she passed it went to my mom and my Aunt Jane.”

“And you’re looking to do some upgrades?” Garrett asked, clearly less distracted by the sight of Bride moving about the kitchen. Get your head in the game, damn it.

“Yes. I’ve been entrusted to deal with my grandmother’s things, as well as fix up the house.” She sat down across from them and continued. “My grandmother wasn’t really a part of our lives. This house would bring back too many bad memories for mom and Aunt June.”

“Are you looking to get it ready to sell?” Wade asked.

“Right now, I’m only looking to bring it into this century.” She shook her head. “The bathroom fixtures are ancient. The living room carpet is a 70s shag. And that’s only the beginning.”

“Are you here alone? You aren’t married?” He held his breath, unsure why it mattered. Hell, that was a lie. He was attracted to her. Mixing business and pleasure? Bad idea. His brain knew that, but the rest of him didn’t much give a shit.

She snorted. “No, I’m not married. As a matter of fact, the guy I dated recently wasn’t a real fan of my scar. I kicked him to the curb and here I am.”

Wade was too damn happy to hear she was single. He tamped down his mounting desire and pushed away from the table, then got to his feet. “Well, how about you give me the two cent tour and we can see just how big this project is?”

Bride and Garrett both stood. Bride smiled and said. “It’s going to be a very time-consuming project, but that’s exactly what I need right now.” She started out of the room, then stopped and turned. “You’re hired, by the way. Figured I should get that out there and make it official.”

Wade liked the sound of that, but he didn’t want Bride being too hasty either. “Not that I don’t love the sound of that, but I do think you should get a few more bids.”

She stiffened her spine and replied, “I’ve already made up my mind. I want you and that’s that.”

Damn, he liked the sound of that. Too friggin’ much.

Happy reading,
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A Touch of Amber-- February 2016!