Kristy Marie’s next release, INTERPRETER is almost here! This is a standalone Contemporary Romance packed with so many feels and hilarious moments that it can only be topped by one crazy, tension-fueled couple! 


See what readers are anticipating as her best book yet!

 If you love:
 ✅ A broody, broken hero
✅ A sassy heroine
 ✅ A hilarious cast of characters
✅ A multicultural romance
✅ An unforgettable journey

 Then you will love INTERPRETER. Add it to your TBR today!

 Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43838319-interpreter

Blurb:

Heartbreakingly beautiful and devastatingly annoying, Timaeus Lambros, a deaf, former military translator, has just been assigned as my co-teacher for the rest of the school year. His stupid-hot face gets on my nerves.

So does his well-fitting jeans.

Charming and gorgeous men like him should not be teachers.

They should be locked away in a storage closet... with me.

But that’s just a teachers’ lounge fantasy with a big dreamy sigh attached.

Tim and I can never be a thing. He’s broody and closed off, while I’m the new owner of a one-way ticket back to Costa Rica, thanks to budget cuts.

But my Abuelita always said life wasn’t a fairytale. So even if Tim does have a magical tongue and a dreamy body, we still might not get a happily ever after.

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🖤 𝔹𝕃𝕌ℝ𝔹 🖤⁣⁣

⁣⁣𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ.⁣⁣

Fɪɴɪsʜ Rᴏʏᴀʟ Eʟɪᴛᴇ Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ.⁣⁣

Oɴᴇ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ’s ᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴡs ᴍʏ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ.⁣⁣

Oɴᴇ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ sᴜғғᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇs ᴍʏ ᴀɪʀ.⁣⁣

Oɴᴇ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪssᴜᴇs ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ.⁣⁣

Hɪs ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs sᴘɪʀᴀʟ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪʀʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.⁣⁣

“I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ.”⁣⁣

Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Aɪᴅᴇɴ Kɪɴɢ ɪs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ.⁣⁣

Bʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍɪɴᴅ.⁣⁣

Bʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.⁣⁣

Bʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴏᴜʟ.⁣⁣

I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ’ᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ.⁣⁣

I ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ.⁣⁣

I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀʀᴇᴠᴏᴄᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ.⁣⁣

Tʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇʟʟ.⁣⁣

Aɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, I’ʟʟ ᴘᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ.⁣⁣

Bᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ Aɪᴅᴇɴ Kɪɴɢ ɪs ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs. ⁣⁣

Bᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜɪᴍ ɪs ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ.⁣⁣

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𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.⁣⁣

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑨𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐. 𝑰𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝑳𝑳. 𝑺𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆.⁣⁣

🖤 Rᴏʏᴀʟ Eʟɪᴛᴇ sᴇʀɪᴇs 🖤⁣⁣

#1 Dᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛ Kɪɴɢ⁣⁣

#2 Sᴛᴇᴇʟ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss⁣⁣

#3 Tᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ Kɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ⁣⁣

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Rᴏʏᴀʟ Eʟɪᴛᴇ Fᴜʟʟ-Lᴇɴɢᴛʜ Sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ:⁣⁣

Cʀᴜᴇʟ Kɪɴɢ (Iɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ Nᴏʙʟᴇ Sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇs Bᴏxsᴇᴛ)⁣⁣

“Some stories had the power to change lives forever. This story changed an entire town".

Marni Mann, what did you do to me???? Holy emotions!!!! There is nothing that I can put into this review, that will give this book justice. This was timeless. This was heartbreaking in every sense of the word. This was emotionally driven in the best possible way and this right here? Was FANTASTIC!

Told in different pov's, this is the story of finding your soulmate, love, friendships, secrets and heartbreak. You’re immediately sucked in to this passionate heart stopping tale of these characters and once you're in, there’s no going back. Their story is profound and the impact that they made on not only each other’s lives but people around them, was a sight to see.

                   

I’ve read my fair share of love stories and I’ve felt a lot of emotions while reading them. Some were selfless sacrifices, others were passionate whirlwind romance, and the special ones, gave you an emotional turmoil with endless love. When I think back on the some of the stories that I’ve read and loved, one thing comes to mind quickly: How the book made me feel. There’s a warmth that spreads through your chest just from reading a few chapters but that’s nothing compared to what is going to hit you. So many times I’ve said that I want to feel what these characters bring, and what they’ve been through because I want to feel connected to the story. Well I got my wish with this one and let me tell you, I was not disappointed.

Billie and Jared's story is so poignant and intricately woven with so many emotional turns that you will never fully grasp what will happen next.
“Are you willing and able to help in the event of an emergency situation?” the flight attendant asked as she stood beside our row. She had appeared directly after the announcement that informed us that all of the passengers were now on board the plane to San Francisco and the pilots were doing their final preparations before Flight 88 pulled away from the gate. “Yes,” I answered, and I should have gone back to the article on the housing market in lower Manhattan that I’d started when I was waiting to board. Instead, my eyes were on her. The girl in seat 14A. She had dark hair that went well past her shoulders, a patch of freckles under each of her eyes, and lips that were pouty and full. She wasn’t beautiful. She was exquisite. And she had no idea at all. In the forty-seven years I’d been alive, I’d learned something about women. There were those you couldn’t help but look at and those you just shouldn’t look at. She was both. That was rare. “Yes,” she replied to the flight attendant, and then she looked at me. Before all of the interruptions, she had asked why I was going to California. I finally answered, “Some work, some pleasure. And yourself?” “Same.” Her eyelids narrowed. “Are you from Manhattan? I don’t detect an accent.” I felt the paper in my hands and knew there was no way I could go back to it. Not yet at least, not with her fiery green gaze on me. “When you’ve lived in New York for as long as I have, you tell people you’re from there. It’s easier.” She laughed, and it caused me to keep staring at her. “I’ve been here a while, too, and I agree. Once New York becomes home, you seem to forget everywhere else you’ve lived.” She tucked some hair behind her ear. “Why is that?” When I’d asked my assistant to book this flight, I hadn’t considered flying commercial would put me in a position for conversation, like the one she’d just started. I hadn’t thought much about the actual flight at all besides knowing I had to be on it. But now that I was here, I had no idea what the fuck I was thinking. I really shouldn’t be going to San Francisco at all. I looked away from her to glance up ahead. The main door was closed, telling me it was too late to get off the plane. The only thing I could do at this point was get some air. I excused myself, halfway to my feet, knowing we were minutes from leaving the gate and supposed to be in our seats, and I went down the aisle. “I’ll be quick,” I said to one of the flight attendants as she approached me, and I continued to the lavatory. When I got inside, I locked the door behind me, guessing I had about thirty seconds before I heard a knock. If I were in any other restroom, I would have washed my face, but I wasn’t going to do that with the water from a plane. What I needed from this tight, crammed space was to catch my breath. Because all of it had been sucked out of me, and there wasn’t any air to be found in row fourteen.

 
 
 
                           
                
 
 
               
 

                     

                                                       BOOK BLURB 
After tragedy struck, I vowed never to fall in love again.   For the last ten years, I kept that promise, never staying with a woman longer than it took to screw them.   Then she walked in…   Back then she was nothing but a little girl, but now she’s all grown up, with curves, and a smile that reminds me of everything I've spent the last ten years trying to forget.   My attraction to her is wrong, on so many levels and I’ll do anything I can, even make her hate me if I have too, to stop it.   She’s here to study, and I’m the newly appointed Dean.   I shouldn’t be tempted by a student, especially one who's ten years younger than me.   And I definitely shouldn't be having feelings for her.   But I am…   Because as badly as I don’t want to admit it Lily might just be the one person to make me fall in love again.   That is if I can let go of the hold her dead sister's memory has on my heart.   **This is book four in the North Woods University Series. It can be read as a complete standalone and contains NO cliffhanger, NO cheating, and a HEA. Please be advised this series contains material not suitable for all readers. This is NOT a YA series.** Add to your Goodreads TBR—> https://bit.ly/2SUFCBH


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“Another brilliantly written winner. Do yourself a favor and pick this one up, you will not regret it.” —Kate Stewart, USA Today bestselling author

Perfectly Adequate, an all-new must-read romantic comedy from Jewel E. Ann, is available now!

I have been a fan of Jewel E Ann for a long time and she has always managed to not only surprise me with her storytelling, but make me fall head over heels in love with the characters. She never stays inside of the normal box and with every word, she gives us something different. With every plot twist, every laugh out loud moment, every dramatic confrontation, this author has managed to bring her stories to life with her own signature style and that is what keeps us coming back for more.

Dr. Elijah Hawkins has had a rough year. Going through a divorce from his first love felt like his world was slowly falling apart and there was no way to stop it. How do you move on from the one person who was your better half? A simple encounter with the quirky and no filter patient transporter changes the course of his life and one moment, solidified his future.



Dorothy Mayhem is very unique. She has her own way of doing things and having a routine is a must. Being a medical transporter and going to school at the same time, life is not slowing down for this thirty year old anytime soon. But everything is about to get a lot more complicated and interesting when she catches the eye of the most talked about and well respected doctor in the hospital. Can a quirky girl and a handsome doctor change each other lives and find love with each other?

I will admit that I didn’t really know what I was getting into when I started this story and I loved that. These characters were had their own quirks and they did things that felt right to them. I did not agree with the way certain things played out and I wanted to shake some of them, but they did what they felt was best at the time and I cant be too upset over that.

If you’re a fan of this author’s work, then I think you’re going to love this one as well.
“You can call me Eli.” She swallows hard. “I don’t actually think I can.” “Why not?” I force my gaze away from her mouth. The second our eyes meet, she averts her attention to her feet. “Because you’re half of the Hathaway-Hawkins duo.” This is a new one to me. “I’m divorced.” “I know. I …” She makes an attempt to look at me, but her attention shifts to my temple then maybe my ear. “I mean you’re a brilliant doctor, and Dr. Hathaway is too—so brilliant. God, she’s just phenomenal. Like there are no words. But still … you change the lives of young children. You save them. You’re what every young person entering the medical field can only dream of becoming. You’ve earned the title. I can’t call you by your name. It’s too personal. I don’t know … almost intimate.” She has Julie on a really high pedestal. Me? Down a few pegs. Sounds about right for my life at the moment. It’s not that Julie doesn’t deserve to be on the pedestal. No matter how much I hate her, I still love her. And her skills as a pediatric plastic surgeon are unmatched. She deserves Dorothy’s admiration. But I don’t want to talk about medicine, accolades, and saving lives. I know … I know … how terrible of me. Sorry, but I need something for myself. Something personal and maybe a little selfish. Definitely intimate. “I don’t need a babysitter for Roman.” She jerks her head back, giving me her full attention, eyes squinted, gaze locked to mine. “What?” I trap my top lip between my teeth, drowning in coconuts as my heart races, sending ample blood to all regions of my body. God … I just want—need—to kiss her. “Oh jeez …” She shakes her head, closing her eyes for a breath. “You invited me to dinner to … flirt.” Her eyes open to their widest point. A tiny laugh escapes me. I can’t help it. Everything about this woman feels like a rebirth. “I invited you to dinner because Roman really likes you. And I just can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for him. You’re so generous.” Gah! I suck at this! What is my problem? Yes. The answer is yes! Yes, Dorothy, I invited you over to flirt, maybe even kiss. And other things … “Oh.” She takes a step backward, stumbling a bit as the front door catches her, and more embarrassment tints her cheeks. “Well, now I feel stupid. Yes, of course you invited me here because Roman likes me. Duh. Now I just look like an idiot for assuming you wanted to flirt with me. And really, no need to thank me. My generosity is selfish. It makes me feel good to do nice things. That’s all. And really, you’ve bought me coffee and made me dinner again. It’s like I should be thanking you again. But that’s probably weird. So … I’ll just go now.” Really, really weird shit goes through my mind as she fidgets. Dr. Hawkins is nowhere to be found. Neither is Roman’s dad. Raging-puberty-hormones Eli Hawkins invades my head—both of them really. And I just want to kiss Dorothy. That’s the PG version of my thoughts. Most of them are R-rated. Worse than the R-rating. All I can think about are the ways Dorothy and I can be generous with each other, leading to never-ending thank-you’s that don't involve stationary, replacement scrubs, superhero capes, pasta dinners, lunch boxes … or clothing. “Should we call it even? No more thank-you’s,” I suggest. “Okay.” She lifts her gaze, eyes going a little cross-eyed like her focus is centered on the bridge of my nose. “Okay.” I release a slow breath, but it does very little to relax all of my body. “Can I ask your age?” I’m not sure why I’ve been so chicken about asking her age. I think it worries me that she’s too young, and I’ll feel like a dirty old man having really inappropriate thoughts about her. “I’m thirty. Why?” “You just look young.” “I wear massive amounts of sunscreen.” I nod slowly. Just kiss her, you big chicken! What if she doesn’t want to be kissed by me? Or flirt with me? I internally laugh at the memory of her comment and at myself for being just as awkward. Why does something so simple have to be so complicated? “I have a forty-five-minute drive home.” And school the next day. Where is my head? Oh, that’s right … “Of course. I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” “Okay.” She smiles. I love her okay’s. They feel like more than the average okay. “I’ll walk you out.” “Have you not closed all of your rings?” She holds up her wrist, signaling to her watch. I chuckle. “All rings were closed hours ago.” “We could track each other. Share our rings. Did you know that?” Rings. Kisses. Trips to the on-call room for sex. For the love of God … get your shit together, Elijah! “Never mind. That’s weird.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes at herself just before opening the door and scurrying ten steps ahead of me. Her pace gains momentum with the hill of my driveway. My long strides catch up to her at the bottom of it. She looks both ways and bolts across the street to her car, clicks the locks, and opens her door. “Goodnight!” “Dorothy Mayhem … you’re killing me.” She turns just before ducking into the driver’s seat. “What do you mean?” Resting my hands on my hips, I drop my chin in defeat and stare at my untied gray canvas shoes. “What if I did ask you to dinner tonight to … flirt?” I glance up, digging my teeth into my bottom lip on a slight cringe. Her body remains stoic as her eyes shift from side to side, like she’s been caught on a hidden camera. “Well … then I wore the wrong outfit.” She refuses to look me in the eye. “I think you look amazing.” “Yes. But this is a playdate outfit. Maybe even one I’d wear to apply for a babysitter position. It’s fun, but wholesome. Practical and safe.” I just want to spend one day in her head. Everything about her fascinates the hell out of me. The curiosity gives me such a high. “Tell me about your flirting outfit.” “Well …” She clears her throat, keeping her focus on the big hill leading out of my development. And of course … her cheeks are perfectly flushed as she talks to the wind. “Since Romeo was involved, I would have chosen my red dress with white stripes. It hits just below my knees, but it’s strapless. And I would have worn my blue cardigan with it and matching blue wedge sandals with straps that tie around my ankles. Flirty … but appropriate for young eyes.” “And if Roman wouldn’t have been here tonight?” I stare at the side of her head, wondering if she’ll look at me again before driving home. She narrows her eyes. “I would have taken off the cardigan after you invited me into your house.” The picture she paints in my head does all kinds of wicked things to me. Why imagining her in a striped strapless dress has such a physical effect on me is a mystery. It’s not like she suggested showing up wearing nothing but high heels and a trench coat. Dorothy Mayhem possesses her own brand of seduction, and I’m completely entangled in every part of it. “And in this scenario, would you have kissed me after I walked you to your car?” She turns completely red. I feel certain even her toes hidden in those blue shoes have to be red. “You’re making fun of me.” Her comment knocks me back a good ten steps, even if my body remains right next to her. Why would she say that?