Steal My Magnolia (Love at First Sight #3) - Karla Sorensen Page 0,99
first person who gets a shout-out is Korrie Noelle. Thank you doesn’t even really seem sufficient, because she was so instrumental for me in approaching the character of Magnolia—her family background, her history, her reality, and her truth as a biracial woman. Korrie was honest and vulnerable about her own truth, her own reality, and answered any question I had during the process. Because of her help in approaching Magnolia respectfully and sensitively, I hope I came close to doing her character justice.
I’m also beyond grateful for Kathryn Andrews, who helped me plot and listened to me ramble and vent and gave me such valuable feedback on this story, as she does for all of my books!
In our little corner of the world at Smartypants Romance, thank you to Brooke and Fiona (who deserve sainthood), Penny for ‘giving’ me the characters of J.T. and Bobby Jo (who turned out to be some of the most fascinating secondary characters I’ve ever written), and the SRU authors whom I just adore unequivocally.
To my husband and boys, for letting me lock myself in our bedroom to write this book during one of the weirdest summers ever, and the rest of my family for their never-ending support.
To Najla Qamber for the most amazing covers. She took the CRAZIEST description I’ve ever given her for what I wanted and turned them into glorious reality.
To Rafa Catala for the mad photography skills on the cover.
To Jenny Sims and Janice Owen for the editing and proofreading.
To Michelle, who helps me during release, and my readers for being generally amazing and wonderful.
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.”
James 1: 2-3
About the Author
Karla Sorensen has been an avid reader her entire life, preferring stories with a happily-ever-after over just about any other kind. And considering she has an entire line item in her budget for books, she realized it might just be cheaper to write her own stories. She still keeps her toes in the world of health care marketing, where she made her living pre-babies. Now she stays home, writing and mommy-ing full time (this translates to almost every day being a ‘pajama day’ at the Sorensen household…don’t judge). She lives in West Michigan with her husband, two exceptionally adorable sons, and big, shaggy rescue dog.
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Sneak Peek: The One That I Want by Piper Sheldon, Scorned Women’s Society Book #3
Roxy
Tonight I could be nobody. I had no worries waiting for me. I was just a woman looking to get her dance on. And I was damn happy about that.
The club music pumped all around me, taking over my mind, drowning out the responsibilities that waited for me back in Green Valley, Tennessee. Lights flashed in a pleasing and disorienting way. Bodies all around me moved to the heavy bass and electronic beats; some faced the stage, dancing solo, others paired up, groups of girls clumped together to form that invisible, creep-repellent forcefield any clubbing regular immediately recognizes.
Blissfully in my own world, my arms reached for the sky and I rocked my hips to a sexy blend of hip-hop and Latin that had me flexing newly learned dance moves. Despite how my sweaty face probably looked, I was happy. One dance club in a foreign city, and I could take a full breath for the first time in years. Six years ago, I was given a second chance to change my life. I vowed I would never let down those who saved me.
But maybe just one night off to dance was okay too.
I danced until I forgot about what waited for me back home. The chaos that Diane Donner’s sudden disappearance left, the worry about the promotion I was desperate to earn, or the new manager that was in charge of that decision. I hopped up and down to the music, shaking off the thoughts that threatened to ground me.
An awareness of being watched had me twirl to scan the crowd. Something across the room snagged my attention. Rather, someone. A man stood at the bar, leaning casually despite intense eye contact that zipped through me. Or at least I thought he was looking