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Sneak Peek of My Better Life – Book 6 in my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance Series

Sneak peek of My Better Life: Book 6 of the Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series by Sarah Ready. Best selling romcom book has a woman and man on a farm featuring farm animals and the man is in a tuxedo.

My newest romcom launched July 19th, 2022 and I wanted to share a sneak peek of My Better Life – book 6 in my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series.

When East Coast elite and wealthy bachelor Gavin Williams wakes up in a rural West Virginia hospital, he doesn’t remember who he is or where he’s from. His life is full of holes and secrets, desires and dreams, and as Gavin learns more he begins to wonder—will he ever remember? And what happens when he does?

My Better Life – Book 6 in my Soul Mates in Romeo series is available now! 

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Excerpt #3 of My Better Life – Book 6 in my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance Series

The back of the station wagon smells like oily fish and wet dog. I grip the edge of the backwards facing seat and try to ignore the large, slobbering dog, with his maw less than two inches from my face. 

You always sit in the rear with the dog, on account that Granny gets carsick, my wife said. I shake my head, ignoring the pain, because…my wife.

Granny is an ancient, stick-thin woman, with garish orange lips and narrow beady eyes. She didn’t say anything when Jamie tugged me out of the hospital, gripping my arm, like she was afraid I was going to make a run for it. 

I nearly did when I saw our car. 

But Granny, she stepped out of the front seat, looked me up and down like she was taking my measure, and then spit on the dirt parking lot. I get the feeling my grandma-in-law and I don’t see eye to eye.

Then the kids tumbled out of the back and swarmed us, hugging my legs and jumping all over me with cries of Daddy! and We missed you!

Jamie pointed to them and said their names—Elijah, Tanner, Shay.

I figured I should’ve felt some sort of paternal love or some memory of holding them as babies. But all I felt was a massive headache and the urge to dunk them in a bathtub, give them haircuts, and find some flea powder. They’re filthy. They’re unkempt. They’re scabbed and dirty and missing teeth, and…the smallest boy, the one with orange hair and freckles like his mom, leans over the back seat and stares at me. 

“Hi Trevor.” I try on a smile. 

“His name’s Tanner.” The older boy, the more serious one with brown hair, rolls his eyes.

The little girl—she’d be cute, if she weren’t covered in oatmeal—meows and then licks her hand. I flinch. That hand is filthy. Then I sniff the air and gag. 

Tanner waves his hand in front of his nose. “That’s Scooter. He got into the coop and ate chicken poo this morning. It gives him gas.” 

I cough and then edge as far as possible from the overgrown, smelly mutt, but the darn dog just climbs closer. A long string of drool falls from his mouth and lands on my shoulder. 

The station wagon hits a bump and my head jackhammers. My wife drives like she’s in a police chase, taking hairpin corners at speeds that leave my stomach behind. I feel like I might be sick, and I can’t decide if it’s the smell coming from the dog, the kids staring at me, or my wife’s driving.

The car rumbles and coughs and we bump onto a gravel drive, moving into the shade of big pine trees. The whole drive, Granny’s been fiddling with the radio, trying to find the best reception for her banjo station. Now that we’re here, it comes in loud and clear. 

We passed the town limits a few miles back. The sign said Hollow Creek, but Jamie pronounced it Holler Crick. 

I take a deep breath and wipe my hands over my face. It can’t be that bad. My life can’t possibly be that bad. I’ve lived it, according to Jamie, for thirty years. I’ve survived, healthily and maybe happily, for decades. It can’t be that bad.

We pull around the bend in the drive and I lay eyes on our home.

It’s that bad.

The station wagon jerks to a stop. The kids cheer and practically somersault out of the back. The dog leaps over the seat and bounds after them. I shove open the back door. It swings wide with a rusty screech. 

I step out into the tall grass and take it all in. The moldering A-frame, the metal wire chicken coop, the piles of junk, the sound of a crowing rooster, the banjo still playing on the radio, and the musty scent of rotting cedar and wood smoke. My skin runs cold. This can’t possibly be my home. 

I thought I was wealthy. I’m poor. 

I thought I was single. I’m married.

I thought I was happy. I’m…

Jamie stomps through the grass and then stops next to me, looking out at the kids playing an impromptu game of chase around the chicken coop.

She beams at me.

I shake my head. This doesn’t feel right, it isn’t right, this isn’t where I’m meant to be.

“This…” I stop, my stomach knotting. “This is where I live?”

She squeezes me to her side. “Mhmm. Home sweet home.”

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Excerpt #2 from My Better Life

Sneak peek of My Better Life: Book 6 of the Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series by Sarah Ready. Best selling romcom book has a woman and man on a farm featuring farm animals and the man is in a tuxedo.

My newest romcom is coming out July 19th, 2022 and I wanted to share excerpt #2 of My Better Life with you.

When East Coast elite and wealthy bachelor Gavin Williams wakes up in a rural West Virginia hospital, he doesn’t remember who he is or where he’s from. His life is full of holes and secrets, desires and dreams, and as Gavin learns more he begins to wonder—will he ever remember? And what happens when he does?

My Better Life is Book 6 in my Soul Mates in Romeo series. 

Check out excerpt #2 of My Better Life:


Excerpt #2 of My Better Life

My head hurts. 

There’s a crowbar in my skull tearing my brain apart. I can’t think it hurts so much. I want to peel the pain away, scratch it out of my head. It’s been like this for two days now, ever since I woke up in this horrible place.

Amnesia. Who gets amnesia? Isn’t that something that only happens in made-for-television movies? The doctors don’t know who I am. No one knows. Not even me. 

And the doctors claim I may never remember. 

I try not to think about that, because if I do, I feel as if I’m entering a dark, tiny room, and for some reason, that terrifies me. 

The doctors also said that my memories may come back all at once, or in a slow trickle over time. But there’s nothing I can do but rest and wait and see what happens. 

I don’t know anything about myself. But I do know that I don’t like to wait and I don’t like not moving. Even now, I itch to get up and leave. There’s someplace I’m meant to be, someone I want to see, I can feel it. I just don’t know where or who.

I pray that I’ll remember, or that they’ll find me.

I glare at the woman standing in front of me. She’s not pretty. I don’t know why this strikes me as something I care about, but there it is. She’s not cute.

I don’t recognize her. Not at all. 

“Who are you?” I flinch at the noise of my own voice. It feels like nails punching into my head. 

She blinks at me. And I decide to amend my earlier opinion. She’s not pretty, but her eyes, her lavender blue eyes, are stunning. She nervously licks her lips, her pink tongue darts quickly over her wide mouth and she looks down at the hospital sheet pooled around my hips.

“Billy,” she says, her voice soft like flowing honey. “It’s me, Jamie.”

I start to shake my head, but then stop. Because that hurts too. I want to say, who is Billy, but then I realize Billy must be my name. 

I can’t remember…I can’t…I can’t remember my name.

Billy.

Okay.

Billy is short for William, and when I think William, there’s a whisper there at the edge of my lost memory. 

“Who are you?” I ask again.

She clasps her hands in front of her chest, innocent blue eyes wide, frizzy red hair a halo in the hospital light. “Baby, it’s me. Jamie. Your wife. I’m here to take you home.”

My wife? Her face blossoms into a beatific smile, like the Madonna under the shining light of heaven. I can’t say anything, except… 

“No.”

Because I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who she is, and I don’t know what’s going on. But I do know one thing. I never would’ve married a short woman with red frizzy hair, a flat chest, unflattering clothes bought off the rack at a discount superstore, and a southern drawl that sounds like it’s echoing off a hillbilly’s mountaintop. 

I would never do that.

I don’t know who I am. But I do know that I have a certain taste in women, and this Jamie person doesn’t hit the mark.

At all.

“Sorry. No.” 

She grins at me. “Aww. Come on, Billy baby. Gran and the kids are waiting in the station wagon.” 

That’s when my world screeches to a halt. 

“Kids?”

“Course. Elijah, Tanner, and Shay. Lord almighty, Billy. How hard did you hit your head?” 

She leans forward and brushes her fingers, cool as a spring morning, over my forehead.

I stare at her with rapidly expanding horror. 

We’re married?

We have kids?

I’m…Billy?

I grasp my pounding head in my hands.

“I’m Billy?”

The woman, Jamie, drops a sharp peck on my cheek. Her innocent smile has a jagged edge. 

“Always the jokester. Come on, honey, you’ve got work in the morning. Pumping the poo outta the outhouses.”

And that’s when I know. The reason I can’t remember who I am is because I don’t want to. An unattractive wife? A station wagon? A horde of snotty-nosed kids? Pumping poop?

Apparently, my life is hell. 

And by the stubborn look on the woman’s face, this nightmare life of mine, it’s not going away.


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What are you reading this weekend?

How about a contemporary romance novel with sexy movie stars, single mom romance, small towns, and second chances at love? Sounds like my contemporary romance novel Hero Ever After.

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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.”

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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.”

“Never.”

“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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