Today we welcome USA Today bestselling author Donna Marie Rogers, another
of the Romance Super Bundle authors. Donna inherited her love of romance from
her mother. Romance novels, soap operas, Little House On the Prairie--her mother loved them all. And though it
wasn't until years later Donna would come to understand her mother's
fascination with Charles Ingalls, her love of the romance genre is every bit as
all-consuming. A Chicago native, Donna now lives in beautiful Northeast
Wisconsin with her husband and children. When she's not doing the wife and mother
thing, you can usually find her sitting at the computer, creating exciting,
memorable characters, fresh new worlds, and always happily-ever-afters. Learn more about Donna at her website and blog.
I'm very
excited for the launch of our Romance Super Bundle: Ten incredible, full-length
romance novels on sale now for one extremely low price of .99 cents! What a
deal, right? So let me tell you about my contribution.
There's Only Been You
is the first book I wrote and the proverbial book of my heart. I sat down at my
spanking brand new computer back in 2004, and had no idea what I was doing, but
I knew I wanted to write a story. A scene developed in my head, about
a family who loved each other fiercely, and I went with it. Eight months
later, I wrote THE END, and the first book in my Jamison Series was born.
I've been
blessed with many wonderful reviews, including 4 stars from RT BOOK Reviews which called There's
Only Been You “...wonderfully heartwarming...” So let me give you a little
taste...
Lies destroyed their past - will the truth end their chance
at a future?
Sara Jamison has no clue where Mike Andrews' been all these
years, but she knows where she's been - busy raising their son. Two weeks after
he accused her of cheating and disappeared from her life, Sara discovered she
was something she never expected to be - an unwed pregnant teenager.
But with the love and support of her annoyingly alpha-male
family, she's managed to make a good life for herself and her young son. She
even owns her own business, Sara's Bakery, which she's built into a thriving
success. Sure, she works too hard and her social life is nonexistent, but for
the most part, she's content.
Until the day Detective Mike Andrews walks into her bakery
and back into her life...
She wasn’t
going anywhere with that faithless jerk…
Sara
glanced over her shoulder when the screen door opened. Mike.
“We
need to talk.”
The
pan she’d been drying fell from her hands and clattered to the floor. “Where’s
Garrett?” she asked, attempting to peer around his broad shoulders while being
careful not to make eye contact with him. As long as she didn’t look him
directly in the eye, she’d be able to maintain her composure.
“You’ve
always put him on a goddamn pedestal.”
She
bent over to pick up the pan. “Don’t you dare say anything unkind about him.”
“He’s
a pain in the ass.”
She
shot up and faced him, despite her own self-warning. “He’s certainly not
alone.”
A
slow smile curved his lips. “Now, there’s the Sara I know and love.”
“Don’t
you dare throw that word around. If you’d loved me, we wouldn’t be in this
situation.” A surge of emotion tightened her chest, and she silently cursed
herself for letting him get to her.
Hands
on his hips, Mike sighed. “Look, I know you have every reason to believe that,
but it’s just not true. I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on
you.”
She
paused. God, how she wanted to believe him. But if he’d truly loved her as he
claimed, he’d never have been able to stay away for so long.
She
swallowed past the lump in her throat and reached into the dish drainer for something
else to dry.
“All
right, I’m done playing. Come on, we’re going for a ride.” Mike reached out and
grasped her elbow.
“I’m
not going anywhere with you,” she said, yanking her arm free. “If you want to
talk, we’ll talk, but we’re doing it right here.” She threw the towel down on
the counter and crossed her arms over her chest to hide her shaking hands.
“You
either follow me to my truck, or I’ll toss you over my shoulder and carry you
there. But one way or another, we’re taking a ride.”
She
gasped. Arrogant son of a… “If you touch me, I’ll scream bloody murder.”
“Then
I guess I’ll have to gag you as well.”
He
took a step toward her. She took a step back.
“You
stay the hell away from me.” She took another step back and bumped into the
table, quickly grasping it for support. Her pulse sped up, though she feared it
was as much from excitement as anger. Damn him for making her…feel
something.
“Not
a chance. I made that mistake once, I won’t make it again.”
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