#AuthorLove All in for Love Boxed Set #Romance

by | Jun 6, 2017 | 99 cents, boxed set, romance, Romantic Suspense, Sharon Buchbinder | 7 comments


ALL IN FOR LOVE
An Inn
Decent Proposal
By Sharon Buchbinder
Perfect Odds By Lashanta Charles
A Ghost To Die For By Keta Diablo
Raising Kane By Kat Henry Doran
For Money Or Love By Margo Hoornstra
Take A Chance On Me By M.J. Schiller
ALL IN FOR LOVE
Six award-winning authors bring you six *sweet to sensual*
romances filled with suspense, thrills and maybe even a ghost or two—for less than the price of a cup of coffee—99
cents!

Welcome to La Bonne Chance Resort & Casino!

With thousands of people passing through the casino’s doors
on a daily basis, it’s no surprise that a variety of lives and loves are on the
line there. It’s said that you’re more likely to lose your heart at La Bonne
Chance than a hand of poker. Whether you are the Director of Casino Operations
or the guy who created its software, a jilted bride or a black jack dealer, a
past guest’s ghost or a sous chef–when it comes to love, the stakes are high.

Thank goodness what happens at La Bonne Chance, doesn’t
always stay at La Bonne Chance….
Ready to roll the dice?

An Inn Decent Proposal, Sharon Buchbinder
Can an hotelier with a past and a chef with a future revive the grand dame in a
neglected old inn?

Perfect Odds, Lashanta Charles
When a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the new plan,
or cling stubbornly to the old one?

A Ghost To Die For, Keta Diablo
She didn’t believe in ghosts…until one showed up in her room.

Raising Kane, Kat Henry Doran
Funny how a night in jail will change a woman’s outlook on life.

For Money Or Love, Margo Hoornstra
She’s the one woman he can’t afford to lose.

Take A Chance On Me, M.J. Schiller
Who do you count on when the chips are down?

  
* * *
Excerpt from An Inn Decent Proposal by Sharon Buchbinder
Post auction, a stunned Jim Rawlings and excited Genie King
go to a coffee house. 

Overwhelmed with self-doubts, Jim begins to question his
sanity.
“Why did you want this place?”

“The old girl called to me, begged me to save her.” He gave
Genie a wistful smile. “Do I sound crazy?”

“You call the Inn ‘she,’ too?”

“Yes, she’s like a grand old dame who’s fallen on hard times.  Remember the parties? The famous people who stayed
and played there? Celebrities came to the Inn because they knew their privacy
and secrets were safe with us. If those walls could talk!  Every day was new and exciting. I would love to bring back
her glory days.”

Genie leaped up, ran around the table and hugged him. “I have
the same dream. We
 can do it.”

He hesitated for a moment, then returned the gesture, his
hands unable to resist lingering on her luscious curves just a tad too long.
Genie’s inviting cleavage made him wish they were somewhere private. He could
scarcely breathe and had to shake his head to dispel naughty images of nuzzling
her soft breasts. “We can do what?”

She sat down again, but clung to his hands. “I’ve done the
research. The Inn should be in the National Park Service Historic Registry—but
it isn’t. If we can get her added to the Registry, there are laws and standards
about how we make the rehabilitation. We can bring it up to modern codes, but
have to use certain
 treatments—”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but where will we get the money
to do all this?” He wasn’t sure he could afford too many more big gambles like
this last one.

Her face flushed and her sapphire blue eyes sparkled. “If we
can get her added to the Registry, we’ll qualify for special low interest
loans.
 And for a major tax
credit. And we have a million dollars in equity.”
“Pretty, smart—and you say you can cook? If you can do all
that, you
 are a genie.”

She released his hands, pulled her shoulders back, and
inadvertently gave him a better glimpse of her bosom. Genie gave him a scalding
look. “Are you
 challenging my cooking, Mr. Rawlings?”

Uh-oh. He never dreamed of Genie
having a little temper. He couldn’t resist tweaking her. “I’m sure you’re a
solid cook.”

She stood, almost knocking her chair over. “Solid? What the
hell does that mean? Average? Good enough to make the turkey for Thanksgiving
dinner for the family—but not good enough to cook for guests? Tell you what,
Mr. Critic, you come to my house for dinner tomorrow night.” She scribbled her
address on a business card and threw it on the table. “My
 food makes men go weak at the knees.”

Hypnotized by the sway of her voluptuous ass as she stalked
out of the nearly empty café, Jim bet it wasn’t just this saucy woman’s cooking
that made strong men weak.
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Sharon Buchbinder has been
writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An
RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association
executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing,
she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with
family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.
Author Links
Twitter ID @sbuchbiner https://twitter.com/sbuchbinder
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7 Comments

  1. Good morning, Ruth
    thank you so much for offering us the opportunity to show off on your stunning blog. We appreciate it very much.
    Kat Henry Doran

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  2. Ladies the pleasure was mine! Have a great week.

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  3. Hi, Ruth! I'm late to the game. I apologize! Thank you so much for hosting us. I know it requires time and effort on your part to put these posts up, and we appreciate it! Have a great weekend!

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