Do you love reverse harem romances? Love Christmas
books? Then check out Moonstone!
Moonstone is
a standalone contemporary reverse harem romance, which is part of the Jewels
Café series—all of which can be read as standalones.
Blurb:
Christmas gifts aren’t the only surprises Ginny is
going to get this year.
Moonstone Guinevere ‘Ginny’ Miles is in Silver Springs visiting her
parents for the holidays. They moved to the town five years ago, and adore
their new life here. Used to the hustle and bustle of London, England, Ginny
isn’t convinced at first—what’s so great about a small town in Upstate New
York, anyway? Despite her own opinions, it’s clear to Ginny the move has done
her parents the world of good—they look years younger. There’s clearly
something magical about this town.
Following some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs
has its charms—Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin spice
latte. Ginny’s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three years, but nothing
quite like this.
Her taste buds are still tingling from the tasty treat when she comes
across a broken-down truck on the way back to her parents’ place. And when she
spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it’s not just her taste buds
that are tingling.
Is Ginny’s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more
interesting?
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Excerpt:
Moonstone Guinevere Miles—known as Ginny to people who didn’t want to
incur her fierce and everlasting wrath—heaved her suitcase off the luggage
reclaim belt with an “Oof!” and placed it on the floor, a sigh of relief
escaping her. At least the thing had wheels—she didn’t really have the energy
for carrying a heavy suitcase all the way through Customs and out to Arrivals.
The long, tiring flight had seen to that. No matter how much she tried, no
matter how exhausted she was, she simply could not fall asleep on a
plane. Ever. Eye mask, ear plugs, meditation, bloody whale music—nothing
helped. She’d long since resigned herself to staying awake while snores from
other passengers emanated around the cabin. At least it had only been about
seven and a half hours since taking off from Heathrow—she couldn’t imagine what
state she’d be in if she ever flew any longer than that—to Australia, New
Zealand or somewhere.
Doubtful that would ever happen, though. It had taken long enough
for her to get her backside out to the east coast of America, where her parents
had been running a retreat since retiring five years ago. But then, things were
different now, weren’t they? Which was why she was even here in the first
place—it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.
Thinking of her parents brought an inevitable smile to her face, and
inserted a little more spring in her step. Despite the energy and mood suck
that had been the flight, she was excited to be here. She was eager to see her
parents, and to find out exactly what they’d built up over the last five years.
She’d seen photos and videos, but it wasn’t the same as actually being there.
When they’d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to
open a retreat in Upstate New York, she’d been floored. Who the hell retires,
only to take on a massive project like that? Surely the whole point of retiring
is to wind down, enjoy some free time, relax? But no, her mum and dad—who, to
be fair, had never been what one would call conventional—had set their hearts
on it. They’d had a huge purge of their belongings, sold their cars and house,
and jetted off across the pond, leaving Ginny shocked and not a little bereft.
She’d been so used to having them close by and had quickly realized just how
much she’d taken that for granted.
At the same time, her own career had taken off and she’d become so busy
that her parents’ sudden distance hadn’t made the blindest bit of difference.
She barely saw the inside of her own flat, never mind her friends and family.
This was the first Christmas she’d had off work since then, too, and she was
looking forward to spending it with her parents more than she could put into
words. They’d been big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as
such, Ginny’s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of Christmases
past. They’d been useful to get her through the last five crappy ones, too,
where a microwaved ready meal was the best she could hope for, if she hadn’t
managed to wangle a free meal from the place she’d been working at at the time.
Her smile widened, and she walked faster still—God, just how big was
this bloody airport?—desperate to see her mum and dad and start the
Christmas holiday with a bang. Anticipation rushed through her. They’d have
turkey and roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts
laden with enough calories to last them until Valentine’s Day, Christmas
carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights…
And Santa Claus. Two of them, in fact, jumping up and down
enthusiastically and waving wildly at her, with not a rotund belly in sight.
Ginny was so excited, she couldn’t even be bothered with the
embarrassment she might have felt at being greeted in a public place by her
parents dressed up in Santa outfits. Plus, nobody knew her here anyway, so who
cared?
She scurried around the barrier, almost flipping her case in her haste
to turn a corner, then covered the remaining distance between them in seconds
flat and released the handle of her suitcase. A series of squeals and
exclamations went up—from all three of them—and then everything went dark as
Ginny was enveloped in a warm, fluffy embrace, her face crushed up against what
she suspected was the white fur trim on her mother’s jacket, and kisses rained
down on her. It was all she could do to suck in oxygen as she was squeezed and
squeezed them right back. She was assailed by the scents of clean clothes,
shampoo, perfume, and cologne—all perfectly lovely smells by themselves, but
somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible murmurings reached her ears,
but she didn’t bother to reply since she had no idea what was being said. And
she didn’t need words, anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to
soak up the enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.
She was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.
Eventually, her parents loosened their hold enough so she could step
back and actually look at them. She took in her father’s handsome face,
his steel-gray hair—or what she could see beneath the hat, at least—his wide
grin, and her mother’s long, light gray, waist-length plaits, the glint in her
eyes and the glow of her skin.
“Guys, you look fantastic! If this is what retirement does for
you, I think I might sign up now.”
Her mother, Deborah, gave a nonchalant shrug—which, given her attire,
was way more amusing than it should have been. “What can I say, sweetheart? I feel
fantastic. I’ve got so much more energy than I ever had in London, even
when I was much younger.” She shrugged again. “It’s the retreat, I’m sure of
it—the moment your father and I first set foot there all those years ago, I
felt there was something magical about it. Silver Springs is the most wonderful
little town, and we’re lucky enough to live and work in the most spectacular
part of it—though it hardly feels like work.”
Ginny gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her father,
Charlie. “And you, Dad? You look twenty years younger, but how do you feel?”
His face took on a beatific expression. “The same as your mother, kiddo.
Exactly the same. If I’d known just how wonderful it would be, I’d have thrown
in the towel and moved out here years ago. Decades, even.” He grabbed the
handle of Ginny’s case in one hand, then looped the other around her neck and
pulled her in to drop a kiss on her chin-length blonde hair, which he then
ruffled. “I’m so thrilled you’re here, Moony. You’re going to love it in Silver
Springs. Just love it! Come on, let’s get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead
of us, and the weather’s on the turn.”
Ginny bit back comments on both his use of her childhood nickname, and
his messing up of her hair. She didn’t want to dampen the almost euphoric mood
that seemed to float between the three of them—a combination of being pleased
to see each other, and her parents’ obvious appreciation of their new home.
Though five years was hardly new anymore, was it? She really should have
visited before now, but the circumstances had been impossible. Now they
weren’t, and she was here, in the bosom of her family, at Christmas time, and
it was going to be magical.
And, at some point, she’d enlighten her parents about the fact she had
nothing in particular to rush home for, either. But that could wait. No need to
burst the happy, everything-is-perfect bubble just yet. She’d let them all
enjoy their first Christmas together in years before thinking about that.
They made their way out of the airport building. The cold air slapped
Ginny in the face, momentarily taking her breath. Her slight gasp drew her mother’s
keen eye. “I hope you listened to me, sweetheart, and brought warm clothes with
you. It’s even colder up in Silver Springs, you know.”
“The car’s not far,” her dad piped up. “I’ll get the heating on as soon
as we’re inside, and we’ll soon have you snug as a bug in a rug.” He tipped her
a wink, and warmth flooded her veins. She hadn’t realized until now just how
much she’d missed her wacky yet lovable parents. They might be unconventional,
but they’d given her a wonderful childhood. When she’d reached adulthood,
they’d remained incredibly close, with them managing to achieve the perfect
balance of loving and supportive without being controlling. They’d let her
forge her own path, make her own mistakes, and had been there to help pick up
the pieces without uttering so much as a “I told you so.”
They’d definitely earned this idyllic new life they’d carved out for
themselves, and she couldn’t wait to experience it for herself, if only for a
little while. Though she wasn’t sure how much fun there was to be had in the
back end of beyond. It was hardly going to be lively. Perhaps it was a good
thing she was only here for an extended holiday.
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Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of
Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an
Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner
of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon
bestseller), The Persecution of the
Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The
Heiress’s Harem series. Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name.
Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks
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