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Shake the present - Sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas, the best new RomCom coming October 18th. Best selling romance author Sarah Ready. Features a couple on a snowy landscape.

When you were a kid, did you ever shake the present to try and guess what it was? Well if you shake the present this year you will find it is full of laugh out loud moments and a sexy yule log romance!

My newest Christmas romcom is coming out October 18th, 2022 and I wanted to share a sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas with you.

What would you do with a Scrooge? When Christmas-loving Natalie Fiorre goes head-to-head with perpetual Scrooge Gabe Cavanaugh all bets are off. Opposites clash over holiday cheer in this cheeky, Christmas romcom full of laughter and steam – the perfect holiday romance read.

Check out this sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas:


Shake the present and get a sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas

“So today we’re going to cut down a Christmas tree and decorate it.” 

I shake my head, “No we’re not.”

She stares at me, and I’m pretty certain she’s surprised at my resistance. 

The coffee has slowed to a drip, so I take down two mugs and pour the steaming black liquid, enjoying the rich smell. I shove one across the counter toward her and take a long drink of the hot liquid. 

“Just like that?” she asks, frowning at me. 

“Just like what?”

“No. Just like that?” 

I take another sip. It’s good coffee, then say, “Of course. What are you going to do? Make me?”

She pulls the pan off the stove and holds it high in the air. “Here’s the deal. You come Christmas tree cutting with me and you get delicious sausage and pancakes. You don’t…and you get…you get…”

“The lotion?” I ask straight-faced. 

Apparently she’s not a fan of horror, because she waves that away.

“No. Last year’s fruitcake. It’s in the cupboard, soaked in rum. And lemme tell you. It’s fluorescent green and goopy brown. There are oozy bits. And when you take it out of the tin, it makes a squishy splooshy noise. Like it’s exhaling.” 

I stare at her, appalled at her fruitcake description. Maybe she is a fan of horror. “This is a real thing? A breathing fruitcake?”

“Of course. You should see the one we’re saving from 2012. Actually, maybe I’ll give that one to you.” She shakes the pan at me, the sausage smell drifting over. “You decide. Sausages and pancakes. Or respirating fruitcake.”

“You are diabolical.” 

There’s no way she knows that I can only cook two things: toast and microwave meals. And I didn’t see any bread or microwaveables in the pantry. So…am I actually at her mercy? 

I consider the pan of sausages, the maple scent drifting across the kitchen. It’s a homey smell, sweet and savory, matching the warm wood cabinets and the butcher block counters. My stomach lets out a growl, reminding me of how hungry I am. 

I haven’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch. A microwave noodle bowl that I half-ate while going through emails and making calls. 

I weigh the options. Go hungry. Go Christmas. Go hungry. Go Christmas. 

“Fine. I’ll kill a tree with you then decorate its carcass in lights and shiny balls.” I take the plate from the counter and hold it out to her, “Serve it up. Even prisoners get two hots and a cot. Something you’ll be learning very soon.”


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Romance writer Sarah Ready writes contemporary romance, romcom, romantic comedy, and chick lit.
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WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A SCROOGE?

Professional holiday decorator Natalie Fiorre loves tinsel, gingerbread, and the magic of Christmas. She believes there isn’t anything in the world that a dash of Christmas Spirit can’t fix—until she meets Gabe. 

Perpetual Scrooge Gabe Cavanaugh loathes candy canes, jingle bells, and all things merry and bright. He believes Christmas is the worst time of year. 

So when Miss Christmas and Mr. Scrooge meet, sparks fly. 

When Gabe threatens to evict Natalie and her neighbors on Christmas she does what any right-minded Christmas-lover would do… 

Natalie has two days to stop the evictions and help Gabe discover the magic of Christmas, but a lot can go wrong in two days, and in Romeo, the soul mate capital, there’s another kind of magic in the air. 

A delightfully cheeky rom com romp through the holidays, Scrooging Christmas is Book Seven in the Soul Mates in Romeo Romance Series by Sarah Ready. 

“A fun and sweet love story…”Kirkus Reviews on Chasing Romeo


Scrooging Christmas will be released on October 18th, 2022.

Pre-order on Barnes and Noble today for the special $0.99 deal.

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Pre-Order Josh and Gemma the Second Time Around now!

Coming January 2023.

Pre-order now: Cover of Josh and Gemma the Second Time Around features two people, Josh Lewenthal and Gemma Jacobs walking away from the view. They are reaching to each other but their hands don't quite touch. The colors are vibrant. This is the much awaited sequel to the best selling romance book Josh and Gemma Make a Baby by romance author Sarah Ready.

Do you want to know what happens next with Josh and Gemma? What do they name the baby? What about the wedding? So many questions that will all be answered on January 26, 2023.

You can pre-order now at:

www.books2read.com/joshandgemmathesecondtimearound

so you can jump right in when it’s released!


Here’s the blurb! 

Gemma Jacobs has life figured out. She’s upbeat, positive to a fault, and the master of her own destiny. She has a wonderful career in social media marketing, lives in a trendy apartment with her fiancé Josh Lewenthal, and is pregnant with their much-loved baby.

Her life is wonderful. Absolutely perfect.

Except…

What really comes after the happily ever after?

Josh Lewenthal is laid-back, fun-loving, and always finds the humor in life. He writes a wildly successful web comic series, and can’t wait to marry Gemma—the woman of his dreams.

His life is amazing. Terrific.

Except…

What happens when everything changes?

Suddenly Josh and Gemma’s lives are turned upside down, and their love and their future together are at risk. They realize their happily ever after isn’t the end, it’s just the beginning—and now they have to fight for it.

They confront a devastating separation, the return of world-infamous Ian Fortune, and the question of whether or not their love can truly survive when everyone says…it’s already gone.

Romance Writer Sarah Ready. Contemporary romance, chick lit, romantic comedy, romcom books
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Scrooging Christmas

Sneak Peek of Scrooging Christmas

Sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas, the best new RomCom coming October 18th. Best selling romance author Sarah Ready. Features a couple on a snowy landscape.

My newest Christmas romcom is coming out October 18th, 2022 and I wanted to share a sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas with you.

What would you do with a Scrooge? When Christmas-loving Natalie Fiorre goes head-to-head with perpetual Scrooge Gabe Cavanaugh all bets are off. Opposites clash over holiday cheer in this cheeky, Christmas romcom full of laughter and steam – the perfect holiday romance read.

Check out this sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas:


Sneak peek of Scrooging Christmas

December 21, 11:12 p.m.

The Christmas carols are horridly, ear-numbingly loud. The sleigh bells, the trilling trumpet, and the joyful voices boomerang inside my skull and jolt me out of unconsciousness. 

I lie still, my cheek scratching against cheap, prickly carpet, the scent of pine and gasoline sharp in my nose as I struggle to brush aside the veil of confusion. 

Darkness coats my vision, thick, and absolute. There’s the taste of fresh falling snow in the air, mixed with the copper tang of blood on my dry lips. 

So, there’s snowfall. 

Pine trees.

The icy darkness of the cramped trunk.

My knees are tucked against my chest. Hot needles prick at my calves just above my tied ankles. My wrists are bound behind my back. 

I wriggle my numb fingers, rotate my hands. It’s not rope, handcuffs, or zip ties that hold me, it’s…Christmas lights? 

I’m tied up with the green cordage of a hundred Christmas bulbs? 

The plastic cord digs into my wrists and ankles, cutting off circulation as I struggle. The trunk is coffin-like, too tight to maneuver. 

You’d think, if you were bent on stuffing a six-foot-two man inside a trunk, you’d find a car bigger than a roller skate. But I’m trussed up like a Christmas goose, stuck in an oven. Except this oven is a trunk and achingly cold. The sharp icicle teeth of December bite at my nose and cheeks.

The crunch of ice-filled potholes and snow grinding under the car tires is muted beneath the chirpy high-pitched chorus of Christmas cheer. The carols assault my ears, but I listen for the sounds beyond the singing. 

The night is curiously quiet, there’s only the music, the grumble of the engine, the tires crunching over ice-coated snow, and the claustrophobic noise of my own breathing. 

I’m not in Manhattan then. Not anywhere near my apartment. 

The car jostles around a curve and I roll and slide into the trunk wall, crushing my face against the unyielding metal surface. 

A package bumps into my back, brushing against my hands. Wrapping paper, a frilly bow, I run my fingers over the slick paper surface. 

I’m in the trunk with a present. 

My stomach rolls as we round another curve, bumping over a small hill. I’m on a country road, far, far from home, that much is clear. 

I jerk about and try to dislodge my cell from my suit pocket. Thirty seconds in I realize my phone isn’t in my pocket. I can’t feel the thick bulge of my wallet either.   

I draw in a deep breath of stagnant air and tell myself to think…think…think.  

They have to be after money. A million? Two? More?

I grit my teeth, the bitter smell of Christmas pine and snow lingering in my nose.

I don’t remember anything after hailing the taxi. Is that it then? Did the taxi driver render me unconscious and shove me into their trunk? 

I try to recall their appearance, to picture who is currently at the wheel, driving us farther and farther away from New York. But I can’t. When I rifle through my memories, looking for their face, I only see a blank empty space. 

I kick at the area where the tail light is. Maybe if I knock it out I can signal another car. But the only thing that comes of my efforts is an aching ankle.

I hate Christmas. 

I really, really hate Christmas. 

And wouldn’t it be just the figgy pudding to top it all if I died out in the snowy, pine tree wilds, in the car of some Christmas carol loving maniac?  

A curious calm settles over me, the pine needle smell tickling my nose, my heartbeat slowing to the lull of “Silent Night.” 

The car slows, crawling along at five miles an hour, winding down, I assume, a long country drive, deep in some craggy, forgotten woods. 

This is it then. 

My skin prickles from the icy cold, my blood pumps loud like a drum in my ears, the tang of gasoline and blood coats my mouth. 

The car stops. 

“Silent Night” cuts out mid note. 

I hold still, barely allowing myself to breathe, listening. My muscles tense and a surge of adrenaline crashes through me. 

The night is silent. It’s the silence that comes after a deep, wistful snowfall blankets the earth. For now, everyone and everything is quiet. 

Then the front car door opens with a loud, pained creak, its hinges rusted and misused. 

I lift my head, the carpet roughing my cheek as I turn toward the noise of snow crunching under boots. The car door slams like a gunshot and I stiffen. 

This is it. 

When they open the trunk, I’ll catapult at them, knock them aside, wrestle them to the ground, try…well, I’ll do whatever I can to overpower them. 

I’m not easy prey. I’m not going down without a fight. No matter that I’m tied hand and foot. I won’t make this easy for them. No matter what, I’ll fight. I promise that. 

Another footstep through the snow. I grip my right hand into a fist and strain at the ties. Another footstep. 

Who are they? What do they want? 

Another footstep, closer, the snow loud beneath their boots. 

Why did it have to be Christmas? 

I bite my tongue and shove down the unwelcome vision of a crooked Christmas tree decorated with a red and green paper chain, the scent of popcorn strung on thread, gingerbread baking in the oven, and the sound of laughter and “Deck the Halls” banged out on an out of tune piano. 

They take three shuffling steps closer and pause at the trunk. And I realize the gingerbread smell isn’t a ghost from my memory, it’s them. 

I can smell them through the trunk, the gingerbread flavor lingers mockingly on my tongue. 

A cold chill grips me and I prepare to lunge. Escape. 

They stand there for five seconds. 

Ten. 

Twenty. 

I can hear them breathing—loud, nervous pants. 

Thirty. 

They scuff their boots in the snow. 

Suddenly, the trunk lid flies open. 

The swirling cold wind bites me. 

I don’t wait to orient myself. I jerk upright, lunge forward. 

But instead of making a heroic leap, I hit the edge of the trunk and hurtle into the hard snow and ice drive. 

The air knocks from my lungs and I gasp, struggling to draw in the freezing, dry air. 

The night is deep, deep dark. Lit only by stars and a sliver of cold moonlight. 

The silent air presses at me, as if it’s that terrifying eternal moment, between the exhale and the inhale. 

Finally, I drag in a shuddering breath. My lungs fill with the flavor of bitter cold snow, cedar and pine, and yes, gingerbread, coated in sugary icing.

I struggle upright, digging my hands into the icy, hard-packed snow, and kick my tied ankles so that I move away from my abductor. 

The snow bites my hands and the slick ice hisses as I scramble back. I fall over a snow bank and land in a ditch. 

The soft snow exhales as I sink into the freshly fallen fluff, half-buried with a quiet whoosh. The snow has a peculiar way of dampening every noise. 

I growl and bare my teeth as I turn to confront whoever was foolish enough to take me from Manhattan, shove me in a trunk, and bring me here. Wherever I am. 

This is it.    

Then, in the silver moonlight—tiny needle points of falling snow sparkling like crystals in the dark—I see her.

It’s lucky I’m already on the ground because seeing her hits me like the winds of a Nor’easter, ripping roofs off in a gale of destruction. 

She’s backlit by the moon and lit by the obnoxiously flashing red and green Christmas bulb earrings and necklace she’s wearing. 

There’s a reason she smells like gingerbread and Christmas spice. She’s Miss Christmas personified. 

I curl my lip and blast her with an icy, contemptuous stare. 

She’s in a red velvet dress that strokes her curves, a handmade snowflake scarf, and black winter boots topped with soft white fur. 

There’s a halo of snow around her head, and she looks like a Christmas angel, or devil, more like. 

Her bright red lips probably taste like candy canes stirred in hot chocolate, but I swear I’ll never know whether they do or not. Because this woman is trouble. She’s worse than trouble.

Her lips turn up, she smiles at me and waves, like she’s Mrs. Claus at the Thanksgiving Day parade.

Her dark, wildly curly hair, her freckles, her button nose, they all shout innocence. But there’s nothing innocent about her. 

“You,” I growl, lacing that one word with everything I hate about Christmas, about Christmas spirit, and about this woman who thinks she can tie me up and cart me off to who knows where. “You are going to rot in prison for a very, very, very long time.” 

She laughs. It’s low, throaty, and warm like a mulled cider in front of a toasty fire. 

Her laugh strokes me and hits me down low, where even sitting in a freezing snow bank and loathing her with everything I am, I can’t stop my body from reacting. 

Her smile spreads into a wide kid-on-Christmas-morning kind of grin and her eyes light up like the Christmas bulb earrings flashing at her ears. 

Her nose crinkles with her smile and she walks over to the snow bank, her boots scraping over the snow. She puts her hands on her hips, and leans over me. Her warm breath puffs out in a whispery cloud curling between us.

Her candy cane-red lips purse together and then she winks. “Ho, ho, ho, Scrooge. And a Merry Christmas to you too.”


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Romance writer Sarah Ready writes contemporary romance, romcom, romantic comedy, and chick lit.
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99¢ Pre Order Deal!

Christmas comes early in Romeo NY with a 99¢ pre order deal!

Scrooging Christmas

is the 7th book in my

Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series

and is now available for pre-order!

Scrooging Christmas is book 7 in soul mates in romeo romance romcom series and is now on sale for a 99¢ pre order. Cover features a man and a woman in the snow with Christmas lights.

I love Christmas romances and if you do too you will want to check out the next book in my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series,

Scrooging Christmas.

Coming Soon (October 18th, 2022). You can pre-order it at

https://books2read.com/ScroogingChristmas.

This 99¢ pre order price is for a limited time pre so order your copy today before the sale ends!


Here’s the blurb! 

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A SCROOGE?

Professional holiday decorator Natalie Fiorre loves tinsel, gingerbread, and the magic of Christmas. She believes there isn’t anything in the world that a dash of Christmas Spirit can’t fix—until she meets Gabe. 

Perpetual Scrooge Gabe Cavanaugh loathes candy canes, jingle bells, and all things merry and bright. He believes Christmas is the worst time of year. 

So when Miss Christmas and Mr. Scrooge meet, sparks fly. 

When Gabe threatens to evict Natalie and her neighbors on Christmas she does what any right-minded Christmas-lover would do… 

Natalie has two days to stop the evictions and help Gabe discover the magic of Christmas, but a lot can go wrong in two days, and in Romeo, the soul mate capital, there’s another kind of magic in the air. 

A delightfully cheeky rom com romp through the holidays, Scrooging Christmas is Book Seven in the Soul Mates in Romeo Romance Series by Sarah Ready. 

“A fun and sweet love story…”Kirkus Reviews on Chasing Romeo

Romance Writer Sarah Ready. Contemporary romance, chick lit, romantic comedy, romcom books

Author Sarah Ready writes contemporary romance and romantic comedy. Her books have been described as “euphoric”, “heartwarming” and “laugh out loud”. Her debut novel The Fall in Love Checklist was hailed as “the unicorn read of 2020”. She loves to write fast-paced, emotionally compelling romances about quirky, smart women and the men who love them. 

Before writing romance full-time Sarah had lots of fun teaching at an Ivy League. Then she realized she could have even more fun writing romance. Her favorite things after writing are adventuring and travel. You’ll frequently find her using her degree at a dino dig site, crawling into a cave, snorkeling, or on horseback riding through the jungle – all fodder for her next book. She’s lived in Scotland, Norway, Portugal, Switzerland and NYC. She currently lives in the Caribbean with her water-obsessed pup and her awesome family. 

You can visit her online at www.sarahready.com

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Christmas in Romeo Cover Reveal

It’s time for a Christmas in Romeo cover reveal! Check out the cover for Scrooging Christmas! Book 7 of my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance Series is coming October 18th, 2022.

Cover of Scrooging Christmas by best selling author Sarah Ready. Man and woman standing together in the snow. This is the cover reveal for the next Romeo book.

I love Christmas romances and so I am very excited to share the first Christmas in Romeo book: Scrooging Christmas, coming October 18th, 2022!

You can find it at https://books2read.com/scroogingchristmas/. As a special pre-order gift from me, you can get this upcoming Christmas romance for only $0.99! This price is good now until release week so pick up your copy today and jump start the holiday season with an HEA.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A SCROOGE?


If you loved the Christmas in Romeo cover reveal, here’s the blurb! 

Professional holiday decorator Natalie Fiorre loves tinsel, gingerbread, and the magic of Christmas. She believes there isn’t anything in the world that a dash of Christmas Spirit can’t fix—until she meets Gabe. 

Perpetual Scrooge Gabe Cavanaugh loathes candy canes, jingle bells, and all things merry and bright. He believes Christmas is the worst time of year. 

So when Miss Christmas and Mr. Scrooge meet, sparks fly. 

When Gabe threatens to evict Natalie and her neighbors on Christmas she does what any right-minded Christmas-lover would do… 

Natalie has two days to stop the evictions and help Gabe discover the magic of Christmas, but a lot can go wrong in two days, and in Romeo, the soul mate capital, there’s another kind of magic in the air. 

A delightfully cheeky rom com romp through the holidays, Scrooging Christmas is Book Seven in the Soul Mates in Romeo Romance Series by Sarah Ready. 

“A fun and sweet love story…”Kirkus Reviews on Chasing Romeo

Romance Writer Sarah Ready. Contemporary romance, chick lit, romantic comedy, romcom books

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Scrooging Christmas

Coming Soon!

Christmas is coming soon in Romeo! Check out the next book in my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series now available for pre-order!

Coming Soon: Cover of Scrooging Christmas, Book 7 in the Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series by best selling author Sarah Ready. Cover is a snowy scene with a large bow over the scene.

I love Christmas romances and if you do too you will want to check out book 7 in my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series, Scrooging Christmas.

Coming Soon (October 18th, 2022). You can find it at https://books2read.com/ScroogingChristmas.


Here’s the blurb! 

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A SCROOGE?

Professional holiday decorator Natalie Fiorre loves tinsel, gingerbread, and the magic of Christmas. She believes there isn’t anything in the world that a dash of Christmas Spirit can’t fix—until she meets Gabe. 

Perpetual Scrooge Gabe Cavanaugh loathes candy canes, jingle bells, and all things merry and bright. He believes Christmas is the worst time of year. 

So when Miss Christmas and Mr. Scrooge meet, sparks fly. 

When Gabe threatens to evict Natalie and her neighbors on Christmas she does what any right-minded Christmas-lover would do… 

Natalie has two days to stop the evictions and help Gabe discover the magic of Christmas, but a lot can go wrong in two days, and in Romeo, the soul mate capital, there’s another kind of magic in the air. 

A delightfully cheeky rom com romp through the holidays, Scrooging Christmas is Book Seven in the Soul Mates in Romeo Romance Series by Sarah Ready. 

“A fun and sweet love story…”Kirkus Reviews on Chasing Romeo

Romance Writer Sarah Ready. Contemporary romance, chick lit, romantic comedy, romcom books

Author Sarah Ready writes contemporary romance and romantic comedy. Her books have been described as “euphoric”, “heartwarming” and “laugh out loud”. Her debut novel The Fall in Love Checklist was hailed as “the unicorn read of 2020”. She loves to write fast-paced, emotionally compelling romances about quirky, smart women and the men who love them. 

Before writing romance full-time Sarah had lots of fun teaching at an Ivy League. Then she realized she could have even more fun writing romance. Her favorite things after writing are adventuring and travel. You’ll frequently find her using her degree at a dino dig site, crawling into a cave, snorkeling, or on horseback riding through the jungle – all fodder for her next book. She’s lived in Scotland, Norway, Portugal, Switzerland and NYC. She currently lives in the Caribbean with her water-obsessed pup and her awesome family. 

You can visit her online at www.sarahready.com

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Cover reveal!

Check out the cover reveal for Josh and Gemma the Second Time Around is coming January 2023.

Cover of Josh and Gemma the Second Time Around features two people, Josh Lewenthal and Gemma Jacobs walking away from the view. They are reaching to each other but their hands don't quite touch. The colors are vibrant. This is the much awaited sequel to the best selling romance book Josh and Gemma Make a Baby by romance author Sarah Ready.

It’s cover reveal day for Josh and Gemma the Second Time Around!

❤️❤️❤️ This cover design is by Elizabeth Turner Stokes who always creates the most beautiful book art and makes the stories come alive. 🥰 

This book has my heart and I hope it captures yours as well. 

It’s coming January 26, 2023. You can find it at www.books2read.com/joshandgemmathesecondtimearound


Here’s the blurb! 

Gemma Jacobs has life figured out. She’s upbeat, positive to a fault, and the master of her own destiny. She has a wonderful career in social media marketing, lives in a trendy apartment with her fiancé Josh Lewenthal, and is pregnant with their much-loved baby.

Her life is wonderful. Absolutely perfect.

Except…

What really comes after the happily ever after?

Josh Lewenthal is laid-back, fun-loving, and always finds the humor in life. He writes a wildly successful web comic series, and can’t wait to marry Gemma—the woman of his dreams.

His life is amazing. Terrific.

Except…

What happens when everything changes?

Suddenly Josh and Gemma’s lives are turned upside down, and their love and their future together are at risk. They realize their happily ever after isn’t the end, it’s just the beginning—and now they have to fight for it.

They confront a devastating separation, the return of world-infamous Ian Fortune, and the question of whether or not their love can truly survive when everyone says…it’s already gone.

Romance Writer Sarah Ready. Contemporary romance, chick lit, romantic comedy, romcom books
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Look inside My Better Life – A new Romcom by Sarah Ready

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 was released on July 19th, 2022 and I wanted to share a look inside 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 this look inside My Better Life:


Look inside My Better Life

I wave my hand in the air, making a chopping motion. “I can’t do it. I’m done. I’m going to tell him everything. I can’t do it.”

It’s late afternoon. I rushed through cleaning houses and called Diedre and Gran so we could have this chat. 

Gran tosses the bean she’s shelling into the bowl. “Now why would you go and do a thing like that?”

Diedre narrows her eyes on me and I flush. “I…uh…well…” 

Gavin’s mouth on mine flashes through my mind, the way he touched me, the way he looked at me, what he said. 

Diedre gasps. “You had sex with him.”

Gran snaps her long, fat shelling bean in half, and I flinch at the violent motion, because if there was ever a woman imagining snapping a man’s willy in half, that was it. 

“Jamie Lynn.”

“I did not!” I deny, but then I go and ruin it because I can feel my face growing hotter. 

Gran shakes her finger at me. “Look at you wiggling like a worm in ashes.”

I hold still and stop shifting my feet on the old tile floor.

Diedre grins. She loves Gran’s old sayings. “Good one, Granny Allwright.”

Granny doesn’t have time for nonsense. “You hush, child. Jamie Lynn, you listen to me.” She points at the pile of shelling beans. “But while you’re listening, shell these. I’ve a truckload of them to get done.” 

I pull out a wooden chair, the one with the old cross-stitched chair pad with a whisk and the phrase “Don’t be afraid to take whisks.” I scowl at it.

I grab a handful of beans and start snapping. “Gran. Diedre. I’m having second thoughts. We thought Gavin was a terrible person, but it turns out, he’s not. He’s really not. I don’t feel right—”

“Listen here,” Gran interrupts. “Did he insult you?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Did he sign a contract, have you slave on a project for months, and then renege, taking nine thousand dollars rightly owed to you?”

“I mean, yes, but—”

“And did he cause you to fall and shatter the work you could’ve sold to someone else, robbing you of even that income?”

“Okay, yes, but—”

“And did he then walk out and tell you he would never pay and that your art, your life, and you were ugly and uninspired?”

“But Gran, I don’t think he meant it.”

Gran gives me a pitying look. “He meant it.” 

Diedre sighs. She has a small pile of shells in front of her that she’s shredding into fine strips. By the look of the pile, I don’t think she’s ever shelled a bean in her life. 

“I agree with Granny Allwright. I know a lot about men.” She opens her eyes wide. “A lot. Just the other day, one of those repressed city boys messaged me and…” She looks over at Granny Allwright, then thinks better about what she was about to say. “Well, needless to say, a man never speaks the truth when he’s trying to…err…make whoopie.” 

Gran snaps another shell and I flinch. 

Diedre widens her eyes at me and nods meaningfully. “I can guarantee, if a man is trying to…make whoopie…”

“Diedre, for crying out loud, just say sex. I’m eighty-seven years old. I was doing the deed long before your daddy was even old enough to wank his own stick.” 

Diedre coughs into her hand and I grin at her. Diedre’s dad was a legendary ladies man in his day, and everybody on the mountain knows it.

Finally, Diedre gets her coughing under control. She clears her throat. “That’s all well and good, but my point was, if a man wants to have sex with you, then he’ll say and do anything. If he doesn’t want to have sex with you, his true colors come out. Before Gavin lost his memory, he didn’t want to have sex with you, so he showed his real self. Now, he’s like a bear, chained to a tree, and you’re the only honey pot he can access. Of course he’s going to treat you nice. Of course he’s going to be charming. He’s being nice, right?” She narrows her eyes. 

I nod. “Yeah. Real nice.”

Gran snaps another bean.

Diedre gives a satisfied smile. “I thought so. It’s not that he’s changed. It’s that he thinks you’re the honey pot. Don’t let his charm the honey pot routine distract you from your goal.” 

I look at her forlornly. “What’s my goal again?”

Gran clicks her tongue. “Just desserts, Jamie. Getting what’s coming. And what’s coming is not a biddable wife and dancing in the sheets.”

Diedre coughs. “Uh, thought we were saying sex?” 

I block out the image of Gavin and me rolling on my bed, the sheets wrapped around us. 

“Shush. I’m serious here. Repeat after me.” Gran stares me down like a general preparing her troops for battle.

I nod. “Okay.” 

“Gavin Williams is a no-good, selfish, horrible man.”

I flinch, but say, “Gavin Williams is a no-good, selfish, horrible man.” 

Gran nods. “I will not be swayed by sweet words, handsome looks, or”—she glares—“rampant sex appeal.”

Diedre snorts and covers her mouth with her hand. 

I sigh. “Gran…” 

“Jamie Lynn.” She crosses her bony arms over her chest.

I look up to heaven. She’s right. Diedre’s right. To use a cliché, a leopard can’t change its spots, it can only shave them off, but the fur always grows back. Gavin might seem different, but he’s only being nice because he thinks I’m the honey pot. He’s still the same man underneath. 

I firm my jaw and look at Gran and Diedre. 

“Okay.” I nod. My resolve is back. “I will not be swayed by sweet words, handsome looks, or rampant sex appeal.” 

Diedre grins at me. “There’s my best friend. Go get ’em, tiger.”


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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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