Hero Ever After

Behind the Cover of Contemporary Romance Book : Hero Ever After

If you subscribe to my mailing list or have read the post The Inspiration Behind the Contemporary Romance Book Hero Ever After then you know that my kiddo was integral to the idea for this book.

Because of that he is super excited for the release of this book (awwww, right?). When Mr. Ready and I were discussing cover ideas kiddo said that he had the perfect cover in mind. Then he opened up his drawing app, drew the cover and said, “this is what it should look like.”

Contemporary Romance Cover for Hero Ever After by Sarah Ready drawn by a child featuring two people in this single mom romance and super hero romance book
Cover idea from my kiddo

So, I sent on our ideas to my amazing cover designer and here is the final product. Pretty darn close to kiddo’s adorable cover art.

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An Excerpt from the Friends to Lovers Romance Book : Hero Ever After

I’m one of those people who doesn’t like to read book excerpts because I don’t like any spoilers at all. Sometimes (frequently) I won’t even read the description! I’ll just pick up a book based on the cover and the title and let myself be completely surprised. But sometimes I’ll be so excited, so crazy excited for a book, that I have to read an excerpt in advance. 🙂 If that’s you…you love contemporary romance, friends to lovers, single mom romances, what have you…and you are crazy excited to read Hero Ever After, then this excerpt is just for you! Enjoy! xx

I look at him, and he stares at me. His dark stubble lines his jaw and his eyes search mine. There’s something unspoken here between us. This quiet awareness that both of us are too scared to admit. Neither of us makes the first move. But the tension between us grows thick and heavy. His eyes flick to my mouth. My lips tingle under his gaze.

“You don’t want me,” he says.

“No,” I say.

His eyes stay on my lips.

“Not for a husband.”


“Not for a substitute father.”

“Not at all.”

“You just want to train.”

“That’s right.”

I swallow as his eyes go darker and his lids lower. His hands curl and my skin tingles as I imagine him touching me again.

“There’s nothing here,” he says.

“Nothing at all.”

He studies me for a moment. The only sound is a woodpecker tapping at a tree. I stand still under his gaze. Then, “I have to kiss in my movies.”

We’re both crazy. There’s no other explanation. Because I’m not surprised at all that he said this.

I nod, and it feels like I’m moving through syrup, the air is thick and sweet. It’s only natural that he’d mention kissing. His eyes go heavy and dark as he watches my mouth.

“I might need to add it to my training. Kissing.”

“Mmmhmm,” I say.

“Because you don’t want me. There’s no risk of misunderstandings.”

“Not at all,” I say.

He leans forward and I lean toward him.

“How would I do it, if we were in a scene together?” he asks.

I look at his mouth, the dip in his lower lip, and his strong chin.

I clear my throat. “You’d put your hands…”

He steps only inches from me and I feel the heat coming off him. “On your shoulders?”

“This isn’t a junior high dance,” I say.

He smiles and I tilt my head up to look at him.

“You’d put them on my hips.”

He reaches down and presses his fingers into the curve of my hips. “Like that?” he asks.

His palms spread out and he rocks me closer. “Perfect,” I say. My voice is throaty and I sway toward him.

“Then what?” he asks.

“Then you’d brush your lips over mine. Lightly. Just a taste.”

He bends his head down and runs his lips over mine. I open my mouth to him and lick at the salty flavor of him.

“Like this?” he whispers.

“That’s right.”

“Now what?”

I trace my lips over his and he pulls me closer. “You open my mouth with yours and—”

He doesn’t let me finish. His lips close over mine and he teases my mouth open. He sucks on my lips, and runs his hands over my hips, and sends his tongue into my mouth and I’m breathing hard and my hands are on his bare shoulders and I’m not standing anymore but pulled up against him and I wrap my legs around him and I’m…he carries me over to a tree and pushes me against it. Then he starts to move over me and I’m pressed between the tree and the hardness of him. I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him like I’ll never ever kiss anyone ever again.

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The Inspiration Behind the Contemporary Romance Book Hero Ever After

It’s really interesting where ideas for romance books come from, or really, books in general. Some ideas brew for a long time (months/years) in the back of your mind, others just smack you upside the head and say “write me! Write me right now!”

Hero Ever After was one of those romance books that appear out of nowhere and then jump up and down and demand to be written.

It all started innocuously enough. I was reading the children’s book Homer Price to my kiddo for a school assignment (side note: this book is by the author Robert McCloskey who wrote Blueberries for Sal, one of my favorite children’s books ever – I used to pick blueberries just like this as a kid (and my adventures also sometimes included black bears)). One of the stories in Homer Price was about a little boy who was obsessed with a comic book/movie star super hero. The boy insisted that the super hero was the real deal. Homer insisted he was a fake. The super hero visited the town and sure enough, he was a dud.

This little story in Homer Price caught my imagination and held on tight. I started writing Hero Ever After that very afternoon.

I had two characters cemented in my mind. A failed, washed-out Hollywood “super hero” named Liam Stone and a little girl who believed he was the real deal. The idea for the little girl, Bean, came first. Her mom, Ginny, came next. Most parents will probably agree, one of the scariest things you can go through as a mom or dad is your kid being sick and not being able to do anything about it. That’s Ginny’s story. She is willing to do anything to help her daughter, and that’s where Liam Stone comes in. Love is the happy consequence of their struggle.

Beyond love, I always want my hero and heroine to be better off than when the book began, so even if they don’t end up together they are still better for having known each other. The point isn’t to fall in love, the point is to grow and become a better person – love helps us do this.

I hope you enjoy reading Hero Ever After. I really enjoyed writing a book with so many wonderful characters. I fell in love with them and I hope you do too!

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Happy Holidays

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! To all my readers, a big, warm heart felt thank you. I hope your holiday season has been filled with joy.

I hope 2021 is filled with many blessings and lots of wonderful books to read!



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Pre-Order Hero Ever After – a contemporary romance novel

Hero Ever After: A Romance Novel by Sarah Ready

The pre-order for my next contemporary romance novel and romantic comedy, Hero Ever After is up! It will be available in ebook and paperback on January 26, 2020 at all your favorite retailers.

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She needs a hero. He needs a second chance.

Single mom Ginny Weaver needs a hero. Not an average hero. Not an everyday hero. A full-fledge, honest to goodness, super-duper A-list movie star, comic book action hero.

And she’ll do anything to get one.

Liam Stone is a washed-up, has-been, former Hollywood superhero – now dubbed “the super zero”.

He isn’t what Ginny needs.

But Ginny’s six year old daughter is sick and she has one last wish…

So, Ginny and Liam make a deal. Ginny will get a cape-wearing superhero for her daughter and Liam will get his chance at redemption. 

But deals come with unexpected consequences, like questioning what really makes a hero, or a family, and whether or not love has anything to do with it. 

Maybe, just maybe…love makes heroes of us all.

A feel good, heart-warming romance about the power of hope, family and love. 

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Hero Ever After cover reveal!

The cover for my next contemporary romance novel and romantic comedy, Hero Ever After is here and it’s amazing! I’m really excited, my cover designer is incredibly talented and I’m lucky to work with her.

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Found: Well loved romance novel

It’s a beautiful Sunday. This morning we decided to take a drive and visit a coffee shop we haven’t been to in months. This is one of those coffee shops that has all the best things. Great drinks, outdoor seating, a beach, ping pong tables and one of those leave-a-book, take-a-book libraries. Last time we were there I found an old copy of Captians Courageous (Rudyard Kipling) which was so much fun to read again. But this time I found a much loved, much worn, Judith McNaught romance novel.


The cover was torn, the pages were yellow and dog eared, and it looked like many, many people had read it and loved it. I took it to the counter and said, “I’m taking this book. I’ll bring it back next week.”

This is why, even though I have one hundred gazillion ebooks, I still love, love romance novel paperbacks. I read a statistic somewhere that said each paperback (on average) that is sold, is read by six different people. So, you’ve got the original reader, then friends and family, then someone in a used bookstore, then someone at a coffee shop 😉 then someone buying it at a garage sale, then…it goes on and on. It makes me wonder where this Judith McNaught romance novel has been, and who will read it after I take it back to the little coffee shop.

Paperback books, much loved romance novels, and serendipitous book encounters are a wonderful thing.

I hope you all have many “found” book moments in your future.

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It’s Release Day!

Everyone loves a book launch! The Fall in Love Checklist is out in stores.

Check out the links below and enjoy!

Read it on Kobo, Kindle, iBooks, and others.

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Seasons and an Excerpt from The Fall in Love Checklist

It’s dragonfly season.

You know how we mark time by the seasons? Spring, summer, winter, fall. The snow falls, the leaves turn, or the spring bulbs pop up. Well, here, in October it’s dragonfly season. Right now they are swirling through the air, twenty feet up, swooping and spinning in figure eights and circles. There are fifty of them, sometimes a hundred, in a literal dragonfly tornado. They come in groups, and when I crane my neck up I can see them against the bright blue, pink and orange sunset sky.

There are so many of them. Last Saturday when I ordered a local spinach salad, it had a dragonfly in it, and I thought, well of course.

There are other seasons here. In May, it snows.

Well, it doesn’t actually snow. We don’t have snow here.

It’s butterfly season. Every year, thousands of white butterflies fill the air for one week. There are so many of them flying by that it looks like it’s snowing butterflies. The air is filled with them.

In the 1700s Dutch explorers came through and described what they saw when they got off the boat. They said it was a cloud of white butterflies, more than the eye could see.

Three hundred years later, butterfly season still comes.

At our first sight of them my kiddo and I run outside, hold our arms wide and spin in circles. The butterflies fly around us like we’re in a snow globe. Because it’s snowing butterflies.

There are other seasons here that help mark the time. Flame tree season, land crab season, sea glass season. All equally magical.

When I write a story, I always ask myself what season it is in my book. What do the characters see in their world, what nature do they have, bugs, trees, flowers, how do they connect with their environment?

In The Fall in Love Checklist it’s early spring at the beginning of the novel. Here’s an excerpt.

Yellow roses, white lilies, purple hyacinth, butterflies and green grass. I can almost smell the grass—fresh mowed springtime. The sun is shining through the window and little rainbows are glinting on the white marble countertops. I smile at the farmhouse sink. There’s a hand-painted wheelbarrow in a flower garden.

“Mind giving me a hand?”

I startle at the man’s voice. “I’m sorry. I was admiring the view.”

He chuckles and the sound reminds me of warm honey dripping over freshly baked buttery biscuits. My mouth starts to water.

I peek around the kitchen and realize he’s on his hands and knees. His head is buried in a cabinet and his backside is…goodness. My mouth stops watering and goes dry. His backside is gorgeous.

“Admire away,” he says. I choke a bit when I realize what view he must think I’m talking about. “But while you look, do you mind giving me a Phillips head?”

“Pardon me?” I say. What’s a Phillips head?

He cranes his neck around and stares at me from the darkness under the cabinet. Prickles form along my skin. I feel an electric pulse and I’m itchy and uncomfortable. I shift under his hidden gaze. Then I wonder, is Phillips head another term for head? Is he propositioning me? My face heats.

“A Phillips head. There’s a connection here that I need to screw.”

I gasp. “I’m sorry, I came here about the rental. Not…” I clear my throat. Not about screwing.

That’s all for today. I wonder how you all mark the seasons and what sort of nature you like to see in the books you read. Do you have a favorite book that captures a season perfectly?

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What’s on your fall in love checklist?

If you could make a list of all the things you’ve never allowed yourself to do and then did them, what would be on it? That’s the question that Dany asks herself in The Fall in Love Checklist. She hit a point in her life when she realized that she hadn’t ever really lived – so, she made her checklist.

What’s on yours? Mine, well…someday I’m going to see those pyramids!

Here’s an excerpt for your reading pleasure:


“I didn’t know the list doing would start so soon,” I say.

It’s the next day and we’re in a booth at Chet’s Bar. The vinyl seats are sticky and cracked. The windows are blacked out. There are peanut shells on the floor. The tangy scent of old beer, cigarette ash and dirty fryer grease permeates the air. The room’s dark and the jukebox plays an old country western favorite. This is as dive as it gets in Stanton. If you’re looking for trouble, or running from trouble, this is where you come. I don’t know which side of the line we fall on. Maybe both.

“I’m hungry,” Dany says. “That’s rare lately. So I’m going with it.” She scans the stained paper menu.

I nod sagely. “What you said earlier…” I pause and consider my words.


“Are you really going to…uh, check out in three months?”

She sniffs and sets her menu down. “No. Didn’t you read my list? I’m going to survive and thrive. Starting with a bacon, onion stack, barbeque burger at my new favorite dive bar.”

“So you’re not—”
“I’m going to live,” she says.

“Alright,” I say. But I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that if I get too close to her, or fall in love, she won’t.

“What’ll it be?” a hoarse-voiced waitress asks.

We place our orders and in five minutes the food is plopped down in front of us.

“Oh wow. Look at the grease,” Dany says.

I take a bite of my double bacon burger and chew. Yeah, that’s good. “You said you wanted a dive bar. The grease makes it authentic.”

She takes a small bite. Her eyes widen as she swallows. “Oh, that’s good.”

I watch in awe as she wolfs down the burger. Grease runs down her chin. She dabs it away with a paper napkin. Tea party manners for a greasy burger. I smile.

“What’s so funny?” she asks. Her burger’s already gone.

“I like your enthusiasm.”

“I’ve never eaten a bacon, onion stack, barbeque burger before. I liked it. I really, really liked it.” She’s progressed to delicately licking her fingers. I watch, entranced as she places each in her mouth and sucks.

I clear my throat and throw my crumpled napkin in my basket.

“All set?” I ask in a choked voice.

She shakes her head. “I’m getting dessert. Did you know, I haven’t eaten red meat in almost two decades?”


“Red meat is uncouth. Not fit for proper young ladies.”

I wince. “It sounds like you’re reciting instructions from some freaky 1950s debutante instruction manual.”

She gives me a tight-lipped smile, the devil sparking in her eyes. “My life was a freaky 1950s debutante manual.” Cool as a cucumber Dany waves down the waitress. “I’ll have the deep-fried Snicker balls.”

“Side of ice cream?”

“Double scoop.”

She turns back to me. “I love dive bars,” she says.

“You’re drunk on grease and the second-hand fumes of old beer.”

She tilts her head back and laughs. I stare at the column of her neck. It’s smooth where it meets the pearl buttons of her cardigan. I flag down the waitress for an ice water.

A few minutes later, I watch Dany down the bowl of fried sugar. She pops ball after fried ball into her mouth and licks the vanilla ice cream from the spoon. She moans in appreciation.


“Want some?” she asks.

“No.” I shake my head.

“You look like you really want some,” she says. She holds out the spoon to me.

I shake my head again. This is the first time in my life I’ve had a hard-on from fried balls. I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“What’s happening over there?” Dany points to the other end of the bar. There’s a crowd of people cheering.

“That’s Chet’s mechanical bull contest. The longest rider on gets to wear the beer cap crown the rest of the night.” I’m talking to myself. Dany’s already off the bench. She strides to the other side of the bar.

I throw forty dollars on the table and follow her.

Her eyes shine. “I’m doing this,” she says.

Currently, there’s a champion on the bull. She has on hot pants and a midriff shirt showing off her six-pack.

“Really?” I ask.

Dany’s eyes shift to the bull. She bites her lips. Tilts her head. I think she’s going to change her mind. Then she pushes her shoulders back and she mutters under her breath, “You’re doing this, Dany. You’re living.”

When she looks up I can tell she’s decided on the bull.

“I’m signing up,” she says. She points to the emcee holding a clipboard.

After she’s signed in we work our way to the front of the sidelines.

“If I win, I also get a twenty-five dollar cash prize and a bucket of peanuts,” she says.

“Heck, maybe I should sign up too,” I say.

She elbows my side.

I try to hold back a laugh, but can’t.

“Laugh now, buddy. But you won’t be laughing when I don’t share my winnings.” She arches an eyebrow at me. I grin back.

Finally, the pro bull rider is bucked.

The crowd cheers.

The emcee silences them. Then he announces Dany.

“Next up, a virgin rider. We love our virgins here. Miss Dany. She’s here to get bucked with a capital F.” The crowd hoots. “If any of you boys have the school teacher fantasy, you might try our girl after she’s had her bull cherry popped.”

Heck no.

I send a glare around the crowd and let them know she’s not available for bucking with a capital F.

I look at her. Her face is white. Is she losing her confidence?

“You can do this,” she whispers. Then, “Just a minute,” she calls. She hustles over to the jukebox and slides in two quarters. When she turns around a 1980s dance song starts to play.

She winks at me and mouths trouble.


The guys in the bar go wild.

She struts over to the bull. She’s nervous, but I don’t think anyone else can tell.

She climbs onto the bull and wraps her legs over the saddle. Her pencil skirt rides up her legs. She has on thigh-high stockings with a dark line up the edge and stiletto heels. I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life. She rolls up the sleeves of her pink cardigan and sends me a wink.

“Holy shit,” I say.

The emcee turns on the bull.

Her body sways to the bucking. She clenches her thighs and rocks. As the music picks up and the electric guitar and drums play,Dany sends one arm in the air and starts doing the lasso. She sends the imaginary rope to me and mimics pulling me in.


The bull enters its beastly bucking stage. This is when most riders get tossed. I can tell Dany isn’t ready for it. Her arms are up and she’s doing, what is that, the sprinkler dance from the eighties?

Oh no.

The mechanical bull bucks.

The guys in the crowd cheer.

You have to give Dany points for class. As she flips through the air, she tucks under and, dang, she makes it look graceful.

“She’s bucked,” yells the emcee.

“Yeah!” The guy next to me pumps his arms in the air.

Dany bounces off the landing trampoline and knocks into a big guy at the edge of the crowd.

He falls to the ground with an “oof.” Dany lands on top of him. His container of cheesy fries and beer are squished between them.


That’s all for today. Let me know what’s on your checklist, or if you’re already living your checklist.

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