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Scrooging Christmas

Shake the present!

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.

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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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Josh and Gemma 2

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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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Josh and Gemma 2

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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My Better Life

New Release : My Better Life is available now!

I am so happy to announce my latest Soul Mates in Romeo Romance romcom book My Better Life is available now everywhere! A billionaire playboy wakes up in Appalachia with no idea how he got there. Check out Book 6 in my Soul Mates in Romeo Romance series today!

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

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.

He doesn’t remember his heiress fiancée, his luxury homes, his exotic travels, or his private plane. 

And he especially doesn’t remember insulting local country-girl and fiery redhead Jamie Sutton, smashing her dreams, and leaving her in a pinch.    

So when a redhead in overalls stands over his hospital bed and convincingly tells him he loves banjos, hound dogs, and rustling chickens, what’s he supposed to do? 

Suddenly Gavin is scrambling to fit into a country life that doesn’t feel familiar and that can’t possibly be his. A wife? Kids? A chicken coop? 

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?

Book 6 in the Soul Mates in Romeo series My Better Life is available now.  

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

“…winning read about a little discussed topic.” Kirkus Reviews on Josh and Gemma Make a Baby by Sarah Ready

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Once Upon an Island

Sneak Peek #4 : Once Upon an Island

Once upon an island cover is a beachy retelling of Pride and Prejudice coming May 24th. The cover features a hammock tied between two trees with a beautiful ocean behind. This is an amazing new romcom by author Sarah Ready. Check out this sneak peek.

Want sneak peek #4 from my newest book? Once Upon an Island is now available. This stand alone romcom and the perfect summer read. Is there anything sexier than swimming in a secluded tropical bay with a billionaire? How about if the bay glows with bioluminescence and there is a swoon-worthy billionaire?

Fun-loving Isla Waterstone loves her laid-back life on Mariposa Island. She has everything she could ever want…a great job as a journalist for the local paper, amazing friends, and pink sand beaches with stunning tropical sunsets. The only problem with tiny tropical islands? There are more sea turtles than single men. So when British billionaire Declan Fox and his aristocratic friend arrive, Isla’s friends know this can mean only one thing. 

Marriage.

Check out this sneak peek #4 of Once Upon an Island:


Sneak peek #4 of Once Upon an Island

I gasp. Because the water lights up. Literally lights up. Everywhere I touch, neon blue lights spark through the water. Declan is surrounded by ripples and waves of electric blue dancing across his skin and in the water around him.

“It’s the bay,” I say excitedly. Then I realize that doesn’t make sense. “The bay is bioluminescent and these little microorganisms light up and…isn’t it beautiful?”

Declan looks at me, then down at the aura of electric blue surrounding me. I’m treading water again, and it looks like I have trailing blue angel’s wings.

“I never come out here,” I say. “I mean, when I was a kid, my mom brought me. I thought the lights were fairies and that they were going to pull me underwater to live in their kingdom. I used to dream about it.” 

I glance over at Declan to see if he’s laughing at me. He’s not, he’s watching me with that same, neutral, stoic expression. I pull my hand through the water and watch the trail of blue sparks flash and pulse everywhere I touch. I imagine the lights as little fairies flying around my fingers. I look back at Declan. He’s not watching the water, he’s watching me. I lick my lips nervously. They taste of salt and the sea. 

“My dad finally told me they weren’t fairies, they were Pyrodinium Bahamanse, a microorganism. After that, I didn’t ever feel like coming back.”

I stop and look at the blue lights shining around Declan. 

“Why not?”

Now that he asks, I’m not really sure. I swim closer to him.

“I’m not really sure,” I admit. “I used to think it was because the magic was gone once my dad told me the science behind the lights. But now…” I look around at the bioluminescence. “I see that’s wrong. It’s still magical, even though I know there’s a scientific explanation. It’s still magic.” 

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he turns over and floats on his back, spreading his arms and legs so that he looks like a glowing blue angel floating in the water.

Then, he turns his head toward me and says, “Come on then.”

I let out a surprised huff. “Alright,” I say. “But it’s not because I’m interested. It’s only because it’s magical.” Then I spread my arms and legs out and float on my back.

The moon spills silvery light over us, and from the corner of my eyes I can see the field of blue fairy lights sparking in and out of existence around us. It feels like we’re floating in the middle of the deep, black universe and stars and planets are being born in brilliant blue flashes and then fading quietly away, only to be born again. And again. 

The night is quiet. Neither Declan nor I speak. We just float together in bioluminescence. My arms extend out and I startle when my hand brushes against his.  

He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. 

Instead of pulling away, I leave my hand next to his. It’s sort of lonely in a universe of floating blue lights, and it feels comfortable to have his hand close enough to hold, even if I never actually do reach out and take it. 

He doesn’t pull away either. So we float there, staring up at the crescent moon, a minute, two, five passing by. Touching, but not.


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Romance writer Sarah Ready writes contemporary romance, romcom, romantic comedy, and chick lit.
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Once Upon an Island

Summer Romcom Book Cover Reveal!

Want my latest summer romcom book? Check out another amazing cover by the talented Elizabeth Turner Stokes! My latest summer romcom book, Once Upon an Island, is coming May 24, 2022.

Summer romcom Once Upon an Island by Sarah Ready. Cover features hammock between two palm trees with a ocean in the distance and tropical flowers in the foreground.
This amazing cover is by Elizabeth Turner Stokes.

Once Upon an Island is a beachy take on a classic romance.

Fun-loving Isla Waterstone loves her laid-back life on Mariposa Island. She has everything she could ever want…a great job as a journalist for the local paper, amazing friends, and pink sand beaches with stunning tropical sunsets.

The only problem with tiny tropical islands? There are more sea turtles than single men.

So when British billionaire Declan Fox and his aristocratic friend arrive, Isla’s friends know this can mean only one thing. 

Marriage.

After all, it’s a truth universally acknowledged, when a single billionaire travels to a tropical island, he must be in want of a wife.

But Isla isn’t convinced. Especially because Declan is the most rude, arrogant, prideful man she’s ever met.

Or is he?

From tropical Mariposa to England and back again, this playful summer romcom, finds that first impressions don’t always tell the whole story.

My latest summer romcom book, Once Upon an Island, is available May 24, 2022.

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Once Upon an Island

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Josh and Gemma

A Scene from Josh and Gemma Make a Baby

Josh and Gemma Make a Baby book in 3D. This cover features a couple standing in front of a graphic color display. She is pregnant.

My romcom Josh and Gemma Make a Baby is out now and I wanted to share a scene introducing some of my favorite characters from the book with you. This story, set in New York City, follows Gemma Jacobs’ journey to single motherhood and self discovery. Part of her journey brings her together with a group of amazing women in a fertility support group. Check out this scene from the fertility support group’s first encounter:


Meeting the Fertility Support group scene from Josh and Gemma Make a Baby

“You’re here for the fertility support group, right?” she asks.

She pulls a pack of cigarettes out from her suit pocket and

lights one. She takes a long draw and then slowly blows it out.

“Yes?” I say.

She grimaces at me, taking in my bright red winter coat and

my hesitant smile.

“Well, come on then. You first. I’ll shut the door.”

I hesitate, but then I hear female laughter from the

basement. Real, happy, full-belly kind of laughter and I think,

maybe my stupid rambling quote to this woman was right. The

true value is found within, and I won’t find it unless I go in.

So, I walk down the uneven stone steps into the basement

of Clive’s Comics.

The metal door clatters shut behind me. The woman steps

next to me. The entryway is dark, most of the light comes from

the glowing tip of her cigarette.

“It’s down there.” She points to a shaft of light coming out

of a doorway down the hall. “I’m Brook, by the way.”

I smile. “Nice to meet you. I’m Gemma Jacobs.”

“Alright,” Brook says, then she leads me down the dark, old

stone-walled hallway. “Watch out for rats. They bite. And their

piss will give you some freakish disease, so don’t lick the floor.”

I give her a quick look, certain she has to be joking, but she

takes another puff of her cigarette and then steps into the

doorway of the brightly lit room.

I stand behind her. The room is low-ceilinged, painted dark

pink, and there are boxes full of comics shoved against the far

wall. In the middle of the room a group of six folding chairs

have been set up in a circle. Only two of the chairs are

occupied.

There’s a glossy blonde-haired woman with bright blue

eyes who looks elegant and poised, like she could be a model

on the cover of Vogue. She’s talking in a clipped British accent to

another woman who is listening to her and nodding her head

intently.

The second woman has long, brown wavy hair that nearly

reaches her hips and warm light brown eyes. She’s in a shirt

and long skirt that look like they were hand dyed, and hemp

sandals, which wow, must be cold in the winter.

Brook clears her throat loudly and both women turn

to her.

“Hello, darling,” says the blonde woman.

“Brook, will you please put that out? My energy worker said

that all your smoking and negative energy is blocking my chi,”

says the wavy-haired woman.

Brook snorts, but she drops her cigarette to the concrete

floor and steps on it.

“We’ve got another one,” Brook says. She pulls me into the

room. I stumble to a stop in front of her and smile at the two

women.

“Hi,” I say and give a small wave.

Brook steps up next to me. “Her name’s Gemma. She

believes in never judging a book by its cover, has terrible

fashion sense, and is routinely late.”

“What? I am not, I—”

“She wants to have a baby, clearly. And she’s delighted to

make our acquaintance,” finishes Brook.

I give her an incredulous look. Who is this woman?

“Delighted,” says the blonde, she stands up smoothly and

holds out her hand.

“This is Carly,” says Brook. “She’s a former model. Check

out her nudies online.” Brook whistles and Carly gives a smile.

“She married a kazillionaire and never has to work again.

Unfortunately, she’s old, so her eggs suck.”

Carly shrugs and gracefully sits back in her folding chair.

I look at her and wait for her to deny any of Brook’s bio, but

she just says, “That’s all true.”

“I still don’t understand why we can’t meet in your

penthouse instead of this dump,” says Brook.

“Because I like this dump,” says Carly. “The pink reminds

me of a uterus ripe for action.”

“You are one sick Brit,” Brook says.

The brown-haired woman covers a laugh with her hand.

Then she stands and walks up to me. I smell lavender and

maybe sandalwood? “I’m Hannah, it’s wonderful to meet you.”

I hold out my hand, “Gemma. Wonderful to meet you too.”

“Right. Hannah is a crunchy granola type, if you couldn’t

tell. She likes almond butter, weaving her own shoes, and

connecting with the energy of Mother Earth. Nobody knows

why the hell she can’t get pregnant, so she spends gobs of

money on weird crap like fertility crystals and magic fruit pills

from the heart of the Amazon.”

Hannah rolls her eyes and sits back in her chair. “They’re

legitimate supplements, Brook. And I happen to like wearing

rose quartz and moonstone.” Then she looks at the expression

on my face and starts to laugh. “You should sit down,” she says.

I walk to the circle and take a seat next to Hannah in one of

the rusty folding chairs. Brook comes and sits across from me.

“Perfect,” says Carly, I look at her and try not to picture her

naked. Why did Brook have to mention those photos? Brook

grins at me like she knows what I’m trying not to think of.

“Since we’re all here, I’ll call to order the weekly meeting of

the Fertility Support Group,” Carly says. “The first item on the

agenda is welcoming our new member. It’s good to have you,

Gemma.”


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“We start now.” I look at Nathaniel and think through the options. Finally I decide on one. “I’m gonna need you to laugh.”

“Excuse me?”

I grin. “I know. It’s probably been years. Has Gertrude ever heard you laugh?”

His eyes go distant like he’s working through the years trying to locate a time when he and Gertrude laughed together. “Sure,” he finally says.

“In bed?” I ask, because that would work the best.

“No.” 

Ugh. “Oh well. So, what you need to do is laugh as if you’re in bed together.”

“Gertrude doesn’t laugh in bed. I don’t laugh in bed. Why would anyone laugh in bed?” He looks at me censoriously. Sort of like a principal might. I try not to smile. 

“Okay. Well, I’ll help you out. I’ll give you an example. Picture this.” I lean against the hay bale. Nathaniel stands stiffly a few feet away. That’s not going work. I stand up and tug on his arm, pulling him to lean beside me. “Relax,” I say. After a second he becomes less stiff. I lean into him. The smell of hay surrounds us. “Picture a field. It’s early fall, the air is cool, but it’s midday so the sun has warmed the grass enough for you to lie down. There are apple trees nearby, the apples are ripe and some of them have fallen, so the air smells crisp and sweet. There are a few farmhouses nearby, but not close enough for anyone to see you.” 

“What does this have to do with laughing?” 

“Shhh.” I shush him. “There are some bees droning overhead and a few birds hopping between the apple trees. It’s the weekend. You have nowhere to go and nothing to do. Except make love. That’s the only thing on your mind. Because your girl is on the soft warm grass beneath you, and her lips taste like Honeycrisp apples and she’s looking at you like she wants to taste you too.” I lean closer to Nathaniel, caught up in the smell of the hay and the memory of a crisp apple. “So you slowly lift up her skirt, play your fingers over her skin, taste the apple on her mouth. And then, she lifts her half-eaten apple up to you, like Eve in the Garden. You look at the apple and then you look at her, there’s a glint in her eye. You lick the apple and then you push inside her, and it feels so good, you feel so happy, that you laugh. You laugh from the joy of it…you…you…” My throat feels tight and painful. I look down and see that my fists are clenched. I slowly, carefully release them.

“I?” Nathaniel says.

I clear my throat and try to push aside the burning, scratchiness that has lodged there.

“You laugh. That’s how you laugh.” Then more angrily, because he still looks like he doesn’t understand, I say, “Just do it.”

He shakes his head at me then stands up straight. I push away from the hay bale too and look around it at Gertrude. “Go ahead.”

Nathaniel takes a deep breath and then laughs. 

Gertrude didn’t hear. Thank goodness. I look back at him. “That was terrible. You sounded like an anemic donkey.”

He holds up his hands, “I can’t laugh on demand.”

I purse my lips. “Try again. This time do it loud enough for her to hear. But picture apples and sex and pleasure.”

He rolls his shoulders, shakes out his arms, and looks, for all intents and purposes, like he’s warming up for a big game. My irritation thaws. Cute. He takes a big breath, then he looks at me. Wow. I take a step back. His eyes are all dark and dripping dream boaty-ness.

“Ready,” he says.

“Oookay.”

He closes his eyes, lifts his head and laughs. It echoes through the lobby. Little electric tingles rush across my arms and chest. It feels like his laugh is petting me. Goodness.

I stare at him in shock. 

Now that’s a sexy laugh.

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Married by Sunday is an opposites attract romcom by sarah ready. This is the cover featuring two people facing off over a wedding cake.

Opposites clash in this wild, unpredictable rom com, where two strangers team up to stop a wedding at all costs. 

Nathaniel Barry is monochromatic, meticulous, and uptight. Izzy Harris is wild, unpredictable, and free-spirited. Nathaniel has a trendy apartment, a successful career, and a girlfriend he’s about to propose to. Izzy has no home, no career, and nobody special to hold her down. 

They’re polar-opposites in every way. 

So when they sit next to each other on the train to Romeo, New York they clash from the very start. Naturally, Nathaniel decides he wants nothing to do with Izzy. And Izzy…well, she has a different opinion. 

No matter how much Nathaniel protests, Izzy knows it was fate that brought them together. Nathaniel’s girlfriend just ran off to marry another man, and Izzy swears she’ll help Nathaniel win her back. They have three days to stop the ill-advised wedding. It should be easy. It should be simple. But when two polar opposites team-up to stop a wedding, there’s only one guarantee – that nothing will go as planned. 

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