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Witchy Woman (Vampire Quest – Book One) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Feb 11, 2026 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

A witch who’s ditched sorcery…a down-on-his-luck vampire…

and one fateful encounter between them that could be pure magic.

Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way — through hard work… specifically erotic dancing.

As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.

Desire sparks. Lips meet.

Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their shared paradise.

As they embark on their Vampire Quest.

AMAZON: https://tinyurl.com/mw84kawx

*****

Excerpt:

WREN

Easy, cowboy.

I grip his hand, keeping him from tilting my head to expose my neck.

Knowing what he wants, I’m not about to give it to him. Like most men—possibly all—he needs to learn some manners, self-control, and think of others besides himself.

I’m up to the task, liking what I’ve experienced with him so far.

I press my lips to his. They’re softer than I guessed. Warmer, too, considering he’s a vamp. And his scent… Wow. Something fresh, clean, and aquatic. Partly cologne. Mainly him.

Excitement bubbles up. I don’t deny it.

My pussy creams at his bristly cheeks. I like how he holds me. Firmly, like he means business, yet respectfully, too, no longer wanting to suck me dry.

I can live with that. To be honest, I crave it.

Deep down, I must be a hopeless romantic.

His self-control doesn’t hurt matters, while the previous pain and longing in his eyes touches me in ways I understand better than he likely knows. It’s also the reason I suck his tongue into my mouth and rub my ass against his stiffened cock.

Damn, he’s hard.

I tremble at the promise of his dick pleasuring, using, owning me, when I shouldn’t. Behaving like this, especially at work, isn’t my thing. Except, he’s a kindred soul, hating eternity as much as I do.

How could I pass that up?

He dips me to the right and cradles my boob.

Ah. Pleasure rolls through me, awakening need I’ve denied. I surrender all caution to the faint pulse beating within my passage and to my aching clit. It wants more of his kiss.

He angles his head and dips his tongue deeper into my mouth.

Slavishly, I suckle and taste him as much as I can, enjoying his flavor…something mystical and required, like a breath or a heartbeat. Whether that’s the vampire in him, I don’t know or care. His skilled touch proves he hasn’t been a virgin for quite a while. I’m guessing he’s in his late twenties…totally in his prime.

He pulls his mouth free and sucks my earlobe.

It tickles. I giggle.

He gathers me as close as possible, his face in my hair, his muscles tense either from passion, the pain of controlling himself, or both.

Damn, I want to hurt whoever turned him and stole his joy. Deep down, I sense he didn’t have a say in what he became any more than I did being born a witch. By human standards, I’m only twenty-three and already bored shitless with each new, never-ending day in my eternal existence.

Magic’s cool when it’s a fresh experience, mainly during my toddler years. Afterward, every spell’s the same old, same old.

I can conjure any material thing I want, which leaves nothing to strive for. Especially the important stuff…like love. Without breaking a sweat, I can put a spell on a man to adore me, but his devotion won’t be real. I can concoct a potion to fill me with whatever knowledge I want then get a high-powered job I don’t deserve.

Magic isn’t awesome. It’s a fucking curse.

*****

About Tina:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

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New Release Comic Memoir – More Manchester Than Mongolia by Jacqueline Lambert

by Lucy Felthouse | Dec 7, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 0 Comments

Blurb:

THE COMIC MEMOIR OF A GRAND PLAN GONE WRONG!

WINNER: Readers’ Favorite 5* Seal 2025

“I haven’t laughed so much at the written word since Pam Ayres released Some of Me Poetry in 1976!” Drew Johnson, author of the Andalucian Adventures series

When Jackie and Mark bought The Beast, a vintage, six-wheel army lorry sight unseen off the internet, they planned the ultimate overland adventure to Mongolia with their four dogs. But when COVID-19 slammed shut international borders – it abruptly rerouted their dream.

Stranded in the U.K., they tackle life on the road in a home-built truck camper laughably over-engineered for the quaint English countryside. What follows is a laugh-out-loud British road trip, filled with mishaps, mechanical mayhem – and the hidden marvels of their homeland.

Blending true travel tales with dogs, wit, and heart, More Manchester than Mongolia is a celebration of embracing life when it doesn’t go to plan. Perfect for fans of Bill Bryson, Tony Hawks, and Mark Wallington, this is a funny, feel-good memoir of resilience, rediscovery, and finding that sometimes, the best adventures are the ones we never intended to take.

More Manchester than Mongolia has already received multiple 5* ARC reviews and was awarded a Readers’ Favorite 5* seal.

Amazon Universal Buy Link: https://mybook.to/Manchester

*****

Excerpt:

(Victoria) made me a cup of tea and asked where we might stay that night.

“We’ve no idea!” I replied.

“Hebden Bridge is lovely,” she said.

So we went there.

***

‘Lovely’ is certainly not how Sir Bernard Ingham, former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher’s press secretary, described his hometown.

In his column in The Hebden Bridge Times, he declared it tantamount to Sodom and Gomorrah…

***

However, in 2011, British Airways’ High Life magazine named Hebden Bridge the fourth quirkiest town in the world!

Hebden Bridge boasts even more cafés per head of population than it does beardy blokes with straggly ponytails or man buns. It prides itself on its range of independent shops. So, if you’re running low on anything handmade, eco-friendly, renewable, sustainable, or farm fresh, HB is your baby. Likewise, if you want to workshop your inner wizard, discover your wild woman within, or line dance with your ancestors before you stock up on fair-trade fridge magnets and ethical ear muffs crafted from locally foraged lichen, squirrel poo, and repurposed barbed wire, this is the place to come.

I once heard about a woman in Barrow-in-Furness who offered rebirthing. Armed only with some drainpipes and a tin of castor oil, she’d pop you in at one end, and leave you to work your way through. Then, she’d slap you on the bum, give you a spoon of castor oil, and you were reborn.

In Hebden Bridge, she’d fit right in.

*****

Author Bio:

Jacqueline Lambert lives life outside her comfort zone.

A real-life adventurer, she has climbed, slid down, or thrown herself off six of the seven continents.

Since quitting work in 2016, she has been a permanent nomad.

Her award-winning road trip memoirs document her adventures, which involve history, culture, dogs, and more recently – a huge truck.

Her stories are funny, fearless, and uncensored, and her dearest wish it to inspire others to live their dreams – or join her on an unconventional armchair journey.

Web/Social Links:

If you want to join #TeamBeast, keep in touch, and be the first to know when Jackie releases new books, here are a few ways to connect with her:

BUY More Manchester Than Mongolia: https://mybook.to/Manchester
Follow Jackie’s Author Website: JacquelineLambert.co.uk
Follow her Doggie/Travel/Truck Blog: WorldWideWalkies.com
Follow Jackie on Amazon: to/JacquelineLambert
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New Release: Free Fall by Lisabet Sarai

by Lucy Felthouse | Oct 28, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 2 Comments

Forbidden love lights the darkest reaches of space – #NewRelease #LGBTQ #EroticRomance #SciFi

My new novella Free Fall began with an impulse purchase. Just of fun, I was browsing the website of one of my favorite artists, James Help (https://goonwrite.com). His strikingly original pre-made covers always impress me, while his hilariously snarky demo titles often have me laughing out loud. Most of the time, unfortunately, the genres on which he focuses don’t match my work very well. On this visit, however, I noticed a cover that really spoke to me. It featured an evocative image of two beautiful women, one blonde and one brunette, sitting close together in some sort of a futuristic night club.

I didn’t have a book for this cover, but the drama and passion lurking in that image were so strong that I just had to buy it. The JPG file sat, untitled, on my hard disk for more than a year while I worked on other projects. Finally I cleared my WIP backlog and started thinking about what to write next. I pulled up the draft cover and got the same punch-in-the-gut feeling about the women that I’d experienced when I first saw it. I realized that I had to write their story—even though, at the start, I had no idea, aside from their obvious mutual attraction, what that story might be.

Never Marry the Best Man (Whatever It Takes, Book 4) by Julia Kent

by Lucy Felthouse | Sep 9, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 0 Comments

Description:

There’s no way the hot relative of a minor British royal is hitting on her. She’s misreading everything, right?

Except there’s no mistaking that proposal.

When 50something Ranney Martini (yes, Nessa’s mom!) finds herself being courted by the very English best man in a minor royal’s wedding she’s managing, she can’t help but laugh. He’s 17 years her junior, smoking hot, and an award-winning architect. The flirting is all in her imagination.

Of course it is.

But when a strange twist of fate leaves them trapped in Las Vegas, and Tom has a sudden need for American citizenship – faster than fast – Ranney proves she’s the consummate professional.

Because when you’re a wedding protector, you do whatever it takes to make the perfect wedding.

Even marrying the very handsome best man.

Links:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Never-Marry-Best-Whatever-Takes-ebook/dp/B0DGJL6MD7/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Never-Marry-Best-Whatever-Takes-ebook/dp/B0DGJL6MD7/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/Never-Marry-Best-Whatever-Takes-ebook/dp/B0DGJL6MD7/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Never-Marry-Best-Whatever-Takes-ebook/dp/B0DGJL6MD7

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/never-marry-the-best-man/id6670730472

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/never-marry-the-best-man

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/never-marry-the-best-man-julia-kent/1146274015?ean=2940185784419

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Julia_Kent_Never_Marry_the_Best_Man?id=e_kfEQAAQBAJ

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/218680661-never-marry-the-best-man

*****

Excerpt:

But… marriage?

When he smiled, his whole face lit up, but those eyes stayed on her, appreciative and wanting. “This is bonkers, completely crazy. These are intelligent people, they aren’t going to believe this is real. You told me yourself a few hours ago that it isn’t real.”

All Ranney could do was lean in further, mesmerized.

Nessa’s words stirred a deep rebellious streak inside her. Was this abnormal? Impossible? Was she prey? Would marrying Tom on a lark like this be a stupid act of a woman seeking — what? What was she seeking?

Novelty, certainly.

One kiss did not a marriage make. Then again, she and Tom were far more compatible – on the surface, at least – than her and her first husband. And the Saltzman Prize was a big deal.

“Oh, now, that’s not so good. That is not what I thought. I drove you for three hours last night, I thought real.” Achilles had turned and was leaning on the console between the front seats. “Maybe I made a mistake. We should go.”

“You’re right,” Ranney said softly to Tom. “It is silly. I can be a bit too strategic at times. Marriage as a tool for helping a client might be a bridge too far. I mean, it could help. It would be quite a story to tell in later years. Our motto at work is Whatever It Takes, after all. But it’s impetuous and completely out of character for me, so — ”

“Hold on,” Tom said. “Achilles, we need a minute. We’ll be right back, don’t leave.”

Jumping out of the car, he ran around and opened Ranney’s door. She stepped out, the afternoon heat hitting her in a wave. The lightweight sweater she’d put on in Boston was now damp with perspiration but, as much as she wanted to strip it off, the silk camisole she was wearing underneath was not okay on its own. Pushing up the sleeves, she headed for the small patch of shade under some palm trees at the edge of the parking lot.

“You are talking about getting married,” he started. “That’s not a joke, not something you just say ‘never mind’ and walk away from a few days later, unless you’re that pop singer, whatever her name is. It’s a binding legal contract–very binding.”

“It’s a piece of paper,” Ranney countered. “You are technically a U.S. citizen, yes? Your mother was born here. You just haven’t claimed your citizenship.”

“Yes.”

“Then this is just till you get your dual passport. Or before that, if you find someone else you want to marry.”

“You are making marriage sound like choosing flavors of ice cream.”

“For some people, it is.”

“Not me.”

“Look, you have everything to gain and nothing to lose but the legal fee to annul it. We’re both single and neither of us is in a relationship. We don’t need to tell our families. We don’t need to move in together or even see each other in Boston. It’s a technicality, a marriage of convenience. Eyes on the Prize.”

As she listened to her own voice painting this transactional picture, though, less transactional images were forming in her mind. This would in no way be a traditional situation, not at all, but surely they’d see each other occasionally? Just to check in, catch up, maybe have dinner? They wouldn’t be together, really, but she had to admit he was right.

In some way they would be bound. Her pulse quickened.

“Why would you do this?” His eyes searched her face, but he was smiling. Broadly. “You have a life, a daughter, friends. You barely know me, and a few hours ago, you didn’t want to get to know me any better. So, why now?”

“A rabbi I know once told me not to ask the why questions,” she smiled. “He said there are some things that cannot be explained.”

He squeezed her hands, then used one thumb to stroke a spot on her wrist that made her blood race. “This is crazy.”

“Everybody should do something crazy once in a while. Too much sanity makes you old.”

*****

Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 21 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French, German, and Italian, with more titles releasing in the future.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.

She loves to hear from her readers by email at julia@jkentauthor.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, on Facebook at @jkentauthor, and on Instagram @jkentauthor. Visit her at http://jkentauthor.com

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Unearthly Desire (Outlawed Realm Book Five) by Tina Donahue

by Lucy Felthouse | Sep 8, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 1 Comment

Blurb:

They’re fighting for their lives, freedom, and love…in the realm of the dead.

Eeete, a pleasure slave, thought she’d found freedom in an underwater colony until a hated Palace guard abducted her for his carnal pleasure. Swept with him through a portal into E3, she faces danger from the deceased, grotesque monsters, and a dimension where few things are as they seem and nothing can be trusted…including her own desire.

Running from sure death, she comes upon Makam, another guard, sentenced to E3 for treason against their dimension’s depraved ruler. She’s determined to hate him—as she does all men who imprisoned her in the Palace—but survival depends on them fighting together.

Curious about Makam’s seeming honor and tempted by his untamed allure, she soon falls under his sensual spell, their nights filled with unrestrained passion, their days spent trying to stay alive…an increasingly impossible struggle.

When all appears lost, an unexpected chance allows hope for them to flee together toward a promising future.

Until a shocking secret threatens to tear them apart forever.

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US

*****

Book Trailer:

*****

Excerpt:

“My wetsuit keeps me warm.” She stroked the smooth fabric. “Only my face feels chilled. After I clawed the face mask off, it won’t work any longer.”

“Hmm.” He sat back on his heels and smiled. “Should I hope you brought a wetsuit for me?”

Eeete wished she had. “Sorry. No. Take mine.”

She touched the seam on her shoulder.

The silvery-blue fabric trembled then slid down, puddling at her feet.

Makam stared at her nudity.

Because he was a guard, she should have minded but didn’t. He’d been kind, protecting her like she mattered, speaking to her as his equal, answering most of her questions, including the ridiculous and painful ones.

“Go ahead, Makam. Put it on.”

He dragged his attention from her smooth cunt to her breasts and nipples.

His gaze blurred from desire, his breathing grew increasingly strained, and the bulge between his legs was pronounced…his cock’s outline thick and hard.

Her pussy dampened further, arousal spiking in her core.

She cleared her throat, hoping her voice wouldn’t tremble as much as her insides, and toed the wetsuit to him. “Wear it.”

He blinked slowly, his attention riveted to her nudity. “The suit won’t fit me. You’re shorter.”

“The suit fits everyone. Step on the material. You’ll see.”

“You’re cold.”

The chill in here proved worse than she thought…sharp and uncomfortable…not that she’d admit it.

And didn’t have to.

Her teeth chattered. She clenched them to stop the noise.

“Fuck this. You’re freezing.” On his feet, he gathered her into his arms, his inner heat warming her.

Eeete melted into his embrace, soothed and aroused by his size and musky fragrance.

His heart beat as wildly as hers.

She nestled closer then stilled.

Doing this was wrong. She adored Zekin.

He isn’t here.

Makam was.

Eeete tried to feel bad about her feelings, but couldn’t and pressed her mouth to his ear. “Do you want me?”

The question spilled out before she could stop herself. For some reason, she didn’t regret it.

She rubbed her cheek against his and drove her fingers through his dark curls. “If you do then—”

He slanted his mouth over hers, stealing her words, accepting what she’d offered him, not taking anything against her will.

Her trust in him grew, as did her affection.

Eagerly, she accepted and worshipped his tongue, then swirled hers around it, enjoying his flavor. A pleasant taste like the succulent fruit she’d eaten on occasion in the Palace, yet also indescribable and belonging to him alone.

He angled his head to deepen the kiss.

Her innermost being—the one she’d always kept hidden from others—rejoiced.

She slipped her arms around his neck and ground her breasts and pussy against his chest and cock.

A groan escaped him, the sound pleased and uncivilized.

He palmed her nipples. The tips hardened further. Grunting in delight, he fondled her breasts, his large hands imprisoning them for his use and pleasure.

Bursts of heat cascaded down her, gathering in her cunt, plumping those soft folds, her core’s moisture already coating them, preparing her for a man’s cock.

His.

With him, she didn’t need lubricant as she had in the Palace.

With him, she wanted this.

She drew his tongue deeper into her mouth then battled it so hers could fill his.

He allowed her what she wanted.

The greatest gift a man could give a woman.

Burning with desire for him, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, her passion savage and wanting. She slipped her fingers beneath his waistband and cradled his hot, rigid dick.

Naked lust swept through her. She weakened at his rod’s length, eager to work it in her palm.

At her wanton strokes, his breath spilled out.

She breathed him in and ran her thumb over the small opening in his velvety crown, wet from pre-cum. Using skill she’d achieved over a lifetime as a pleasure slave, she eased the warm liquid across the plump head to the bumpy skin at the back.

He pushed to his toes, and she followed, his muffled cry fierce.

She stroked and cradled his cock, making him harder, thicker, needier.

He tore his mouth from hers. “Enough of this shit. I want more.”

“Take it. Fuck me.”

*****

About Tina:

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

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New Release: Shopping for a Highlander’s Elopement by Julia Kent

by Lucy Felthouse | Jun 11, 2025 | Guest Bloggers | 0 Comments

Blurb:

I didn’t expect to fall for a Scottish footballer so annoyingly sunny you need shades to be around him.

I didn’t expect to say yes to his heart-felt, if loopy, proposal while he lay injured on the pitch, blathering on about banana pudding and sparkly unicorns.

What I definitely didn’t expect?

For our engagement to explode into a paparazzi circus, our mothers to turn into wedding bulldozers, and for our wedding protector’s perfectly reasonable elopement plan to spiral into a road trip escape.

So here we are.

In Love You, Maine, a town that celebrates Valentine’s Day every single day. We’re here to get married. Quietly. No drama. In disguise.

Although good luck hiding a 6’5” ginger Scottish striker wearing a knee brace and a perpetual extrovert smile.

Instead of being subtle and blending in? Our quiet escape is vibrating heart-shaped beds, mirrors on the ceilings, secret identities, interfering mothers, and one suspiciously enthusiastic moose that humps dumpsters.

This was supposed to be a simple wedding. Just me and Hamish. No fuss.

But nothing about us has ever been simple with us.

Still, this is what love is, right? It’s chaos. It’s compromise. It’s crying in a wedding planner’s office, then kissing in a hot spring.

It’s choosing each other again and again, even when everything goes sideways.

No matter what comes next… this is our comeback story, in more ways than one.

And no – that’s not a euphemism. 🙂

Shopping for a Highlander’s Elopement is a romantic comedy that blends the worlds of four bestselling series by New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent:

– Shopping for a Billionaire

– Shopping for a Highlander

– Whatever It Takes

– Love You, Maine

If you love sports romance, surprise proposals, grand gestures, chaotic weddings, Scottish footballers, golden retriever/black cat energy, and characters who love too hard, mess up spectacularly, and always find their way back to each other with plenty of laughter (and lovingly-used scrunchies) along the way, then this is your book.

Links:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Shopping-Highlanders-Elopement-Julia-Kent-ebook/dp/B0DM3CR6M4

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Shopping-Highlanders-Elopement-Julia-Kent-ebook/dp/B0DM3CR6M4

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/Shopping-Highlanders-Elopement-Julia-Kent-ebook/dp/B0DM3CR6M4/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Shopping-Highlanders-Elopement-Julia-Kent-ebook/dp/B0DM3CR6M4/

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/shopping-for-a-highlanders-elopement/id6737852494

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/shopping-for-a-highlander-s-elopement

Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shopping-for-a-highlanders-elopement-julia-kent/1146644693?ean=2940184489889

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Julia_Kent_Shopping_for_a_Highlander_s_Elopement?id=e3IvEQAAQBAJ

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/books/shopping-for-a-highlander-s-elopement-by-julia-kent

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/221247053-shopping-for-a-highlander-s-elopement

*****

Excerpt:

Shannon turns back to me, sliding into big-sister-who-knows-you’re-spiraling mode. A breeze catches her long, brown hair and lifts it across her eyes, warm concern radiating from them. Shannon got Mom’s hair and Dad’s eyes, while I’m the opposite, with Dad’s auburn hair and Mom’s bright blue eyes. Our faces are similar in shape, even if the genetic roll of the dice gave us different features. “You okay?”

I open my mouth.

Nothing comes out.

“Oh, boy.” She takes my hand and scoots into the row where Declan was sitting. “You’ve reached the blank-stare stage. That’s never good.”

We settle into two seats, my breath still shaky. Shannon nudges me with her shoulder.

“You know,” she says, “I’m not even sure where I’m supposed to sit. Jacoby side or McCormick?”

“You were born a Jacoby.”

“Sure, but I married into this madness. And now I’ve got a toe in each volcano.”

“Welcome to the lava pool.”

She laughs. “This is all still better than my proposal, though.”

Every little sister loves being reminded of her big sister’s screw ups. I laugh. “You swallowed your engagement ring.”

She grins. “And launched us into a seventy-two-hour medical drama called #poopwatch. Honestly, this whole spectacle? Glitter cannon, megaphone, and Hamish’s mom’s interpretive bagpipe routine? It’s still less traumatic than giving birth to a diamond solitaire.”

“I had to text you for stool updates.”

“I color-coded the spreadsheet. It was efficient. But I don’t recommend unexpected emergency room trips on proposal day.”

I crack a laugh, the pressure in my chest finally giving way. “Thanks for the warning. I have no plans to see the inside of an ER today, thank you very much.”

Shannon takes my hand. Her expression shifts to that rare sister-serious look I only ever see in moments that count. I’m so lucky that she and Carol are good, solid, kind, smart adults. I need them at times like this.

Need them more than ever.

We can wisecrack and one-up. We can razz each other and needle. But when one of us is in the fear zone, we’re there for her.

Always.

“This is love, Amy. Ridiculous, oversized, loud-ass love. It’s not perfect. It’s not quiet. It’s never going to be. But it’s real. Hamish is choosing you, all of you. And yeah, he’s doing it in a full stadium with a glitter fallout zone, but he’s doing it. He’s all in.”

I breathe.

“He’s just… so much.”

“I know. But he’s your much.”

*****

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