Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin': Love Unforgettable by Denise Wells & Giveaway

Release Date: October 17, 2018

Cover Design: MadHat Books

Synopsis

What was I supposed to do?

Trevor, my ex, had broken my heart. Again. My besties were floating on the sexual equivalent of cloud nine with their respective soul mates. My crazy, surrogate, Jewish grandma was drinking all my wine and sharing all my secrets. You would have done the same. Because Cole Mason was just standing there. The rancher from Texas who had me silently begging for him to call me ma’am. Beckoning me with those dark-brown eyes I caught staring at my tits and a body I wanted to climb like a tree. Never mind that he was my new neighbor, one that I disliked from the start. I knew in time he’d either lasso my broken heart and fix it, or I’d pull a Trevor and break his. Looking back, one thing is for certain, I don’t regret a damn thing.

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About the Author

I can't live without nail polish, the darker the better.

I drink a glass of wine every day, but if I could get away with it, I’d drink a bottle. My favorite things to eat are chips with salsa. But red vines and popcorn are a close runner-up. I currently reside with four dogs, two cats, and one husband. Three of my dogs are Siberian Huskies, so my clothes always have fur on them. Always. Given the opportunity, I would read books all day long. So far my record for a single day is five full-length books. Hoodies are my favorite item of clothing, bras are my least. Hats are my second favorite. They look good on my head. I’m lucky that way. When I’m writing well, I’m barely reading. And vice-versa. I’m a terrible dancer and have no rhythm. Like zero. Just ask my husband. I started an underground literary magazine in college, which I credit for really launching my narcissistic tendencies via writing. If I couldn’t be a writer, I would be a rockstar. Someone from Journey, preferably the Steve Perry years.