Do You like author Ava Miles?
Keeps your interest going to see what happens next and hard to put down.
—Eileen
Very good
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They say a title can sell a book. That’s definitely true for me with this book. I knew the moment I read the title that I would read the book. Nora Roberts sold this book to me. If you know me, you know that I love Nora Roberts/J.D. Robb. She has inspired me to be the writer I am today.Ava M...
Are you thinking "What's this, a three-star review by Gina? She doesn't do those." If you are, you are observant. I do not usually bother with three-star reviews because I could be off reading my next book instead of taking the time to post a review like this. I'm making an exception because I...
The Holiday Serenade is book four in the Dare Valley series by Ava Miles.Abbie Maven has worked very hard throughout her life to perfect her image and to be the best mom possible to her sixteen year old son, Dustin. Her brother, Mac, stepped in as a father figure and they have worked hard to keep...
Margie paused in front and peered through the glass. She saw the curved style of croissants, made mostly in France. From the research she’d done on French baking, she knew this signaled the use of faux fats instead of butter, which was used in the traditionally round croissant shape. To her amaze...
Making love to her had grounded him again, reminded him of who they were becoming. After she’d fallen asleep, he’d lain awake listening to her soft breathing, tortured by the decision he had to make. When he could take it no longer, he’d showered early to head out before she awoke. Normally, she...
The simple red letters of the alarm clock read five, so he expected it was his sexy landlord who was up and about and not the still-mysterious Martin. He was tempted to fall back asleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Margie in the shower. Soon he was awake for reasons other than the start o...
Talking about Terrance’s upcoming dance class. Clustered together in the large salon in The Grand’s penthouse, the guys were reclining on a massive sectional, beers in their hands. Rye had arrived with his friends from Dare River: Clayton Chandler, who helped manage his career, and John Parker Mc...
If his light snoring was any indication, Jordan was still sleeping. She could hardly blame him. Between the lack of sleep, emotions, and love play, she was exhausted, but she had to face the full consequences of her actions. She’d slept with Jordan. Twice. Her resistance had been waning ever sinc...
All the attention and the fuss was like getting a tooth pulled in her opinion. Her first wedding had been a simple errand to the courthouse with her intended, another no-nonsense police officer like her. Sure she’d worn a dress, but that had been about as much tradition as she’d allowed. Her seco...
Lucy was about to receive one of her mother’s firm butt-kickings. Since she’d been through them before, she went to the bar and ladled out a hefty cosmopolitan. “Lucy Marigold O’Brien,” her mother began, making Lucy’s mouth turn sour despite the sweet cocktail she’d just sipped. She’d always hate...
“Let me show y’all to your table,” the young woman said, and she gave Amelia Ann that look women gave each other when they approved of a friend’s date. Of course, he’d been to Eastland Café before. Part of his job as Rye’s deputy was to entertain business types, anyone from execs from his label t...
When Natalie drank too much, she either passed out or starred in The Natalie Show. It was famous among her siblings and friends. She became a flirty entertainer, completely uninhibited. Tonight he was going to get a show, it seemed. How could Jordan have forgotten that? His friend was dead meat. ...
Both of them drove faster than they should, but tonight she didn’t mind. She exited her vehicle and closed the door, waiting for the double embrace she knew was coming. Sadie smelled like butterscotch from her favorite lotion, and Shelby had on her signature Jo Malone Peony & Blush Suede. She...
Both kids had wet the bed again in the night, and Rory had insisted on taking a bath at half past four in the morning. Annabelle had followed them into the bathroom, crying, not wanting a bath, so Tammy had just wiped her down with a washcloth and put her in clean pajamas. John Parker, who’d appe...
Keeps your interest going to see what happens next and hard to put down.
—Eileen
Very good
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