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\"Moonstone<\/a><\/p>\n

Moonstone<\/a>\u00a0(@cw1985) <\/strong><\/p>\n

Do you love reverse harem romances? Love Christmas books? Then check out Moonstone<\/strong><\/em>!<\/p>\n

Moonstone<\/strong><\/em> is a standalone, contemporary, reverse harem romance, which is part of the Jewels Caf\u00e9 series\u2014all of which can be read as standalones.<\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/strong>
\nChristmas gifts aren\u2019t the only surprises Ginny is going to get this year.
\nMoonstone Guinevere \u2018Ginny\u2019 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\u2019t convinced at first\u2014what\u2019s so great about a small town in Upstate New York, anyway? Despite her own opinions, it\u2019s clear to Ginny the move has done her parents the world of good\u2014they look years younger. There\u2019s clearly something magical about this town.<\/p>\n

Following some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs has its charms\u2014Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin spice latte. Ginny\u2019s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three years, but nothing quite like this.<\/p>\n

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\u2019 place. And when she spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it\u2019s not just her taste buds that are tingling.<\/p>\n

Is Ginny\u2019s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more interesting?<\/p>\n

Buy now or read in Kindle Unlimited<\/a>
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\"Moonstone<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong>
\nMoonstone Guinevere Miles\u2014known as Ginny to people who didn\u2019t want to incur her fierce and everlasting wrath\u2014heaved her suitcase off the luggage reclaim belt with an \u201cOof!\u201d and placed it on the floor, a sigh of relief escaping her. At least the thing had wheels\u2014she didn\u2019t 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\u2014nothing helped. She\u2019d 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\u2014she couldn\u2019t imagine what state she\u2019d be in if she ever flew any longer than that\u2014to Australia, New Zealand or somewhere.<\/p>\n

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\u2019t they? Which was why she was even here in the first place\u2014it wouldn\u2019t have been possible otherwise.<\/p>\n

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\u2019d built up over the last five years. She\u2019d seen photos and videos, but it wasn\u2019t the same as actually being there.<\/p>\n

When they\u2019d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to open a retreat in Upstate New York, she\u2019d 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\u2014who, to be fair, had never been what one would call conventional\u2014had set their hearts on it. They\u2019d 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\u2019d been so used to having them close by and had quickly realized just how much she\u2019d taken that for granted.<\/p>\n

At the same time, her own career had taken off and she\u2019d become so busy that her parents\u2019 sudden distance hadn\u2019t 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\u2019d 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\u2019d been big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as such, Ginny\u2019s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of Christmases past. They\u2019d 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\u2019t managed to wangle a free meal from the place she\u2019d been working at at the time.<\/p>\n

Her smile widened, and she walked faster still\u2014God, just how big was this bloody airport?\u2014desperate to see her mum and dad and start the Christmas holiday with a bang. Anticipation rushed through her. They\u2019d have turkey and roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts laden with enough calories to last them until Valentine\u2019s Day, Christmas carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights\u2026<\/p>\n

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.
\nGinny was so excited, she couldn\u2019t 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?<\/p>\n

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\u2014from all three of them\u2014and 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\u2019s 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\u2014all perfectly lovely smells by themselves, but somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible murmurings reached her ears, but she didn\u2019t bother to reply since she had no idea what was being said. And she didn\u2019t need words, anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to soak up the enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.<\/p>\n

She was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.<\/p>\n

Eventually, her parents loosened their hold enough so she could step back and actually look at them. She took in her father\u2019s handsome face, his steel-gray hair\u2014or what she could see beneath the hat, at least\u2014his wide grin, and her mother\u2019s long, light gray, waist-length plaits, the glint in her eyes and the glow of her skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cGuys, you look fantastic! If this is what retirement does for you, I think I might sign up now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mother, Deborah, gave a nonchalant shrug\u2014which, given her attire, was way more amusing than it should have been. \u201cWhat can I say, sweetheart? I feel fantastic. I\u2019ve got so much more energy than I ever had in London, even when I was much younger.\u201d She shrugged again. \u201cIt\u2019s the retreat, I\u2019m sure of it\u2014the 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\u2019re lucky enough to live and work in the most spectacular part of it\u2014though it hardly feels like work.\u201d
\nGinny gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her father, Charlie. \u201cAnd you, Dad? You look twenty years younger, but how do you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n

His face took on a beatific expression. \u201cThe same as your mother, kiddo. Exactly the same. If I\u2019d known just how wonderful it would be, I\u2019d have thrown in the towel and moved out here years ago. Decades, even.\u201d He grabbed the handle of Ginny\u2019s 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. \u201cI\u2019m so thrilled you\u2019re here, Moony. You\u2019re going to love it in Silver Springs. Just love it! Come on, let\u2019s get going. We\u2019ve got a long drive ahead of us, and the weather\u2019s on the turn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ginny bit back comments on both his use of her childhood nickname, and his messing up of her hair. She didn\u2019t want to dampen the almost euphoric mood that seemed to float between the three of them\u2014a combination of being pleased to see each other, and her parents\u2019 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\u2019t, and she was here, in the bosom of her family, at Christmas time, and it was going to be magical.<\/p>\n

And, at some point, she\u2019d 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\u2019d let them all enjoy their first Christmas together in years before thinking about that.
\nThey 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\u2019s keen eye. \u201cI hope you listened to me, sweetheart, and brought warm clothes with you. It\u2019s even colder up in Silver Springs, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe car\u2019s not far,\u201d her dad piped up. \u201cI\u2019ll get the heating on as soon as we\u2019re inside, and we\u2019ll soon have you snug as a bug in a rug.\u201d He tipped her a wink, and warmth flooded her veins. She hadn\u2019t realized until now just how much she\u2019d missed her wacky yet lovable parents. They might be unconventional, but they\u2019d given her a wonderful childhood. When she\u2019d reached adulthood, they\u2019d remained incredibly close, with them managing to achieve the perfect balance of loving and supportive without being controlling. They\u2019d 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 \u201cI told you so.\u201d<\/p>\n

They\u2019d definitely earned this idyllic new life they\u2019d carved out for themselves, and she couldn\u2019t wait to experience it for herself, if only for a little while. Though she wasn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

Buy now or read in Kindle Unlimited<\/a>
\nAdd to your Goodreads<\/a> shelves
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\"Moonstone<\/p>\n

Author Bio:<\/strong>
\nLucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk\u2019s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You\u2019ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Caf\u00e9\u2019s Best M\u00e9nage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress\u2019s 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<\/a>, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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