Book Title: Whispers in the Snow

Series: Heartwarming Christmas

Author Name: Heidi Eljarbo

Publication Date: 27th January, 2026

Publisher: independently published

Pages: 140 (PDF)

Genre: Historical romance mystery

Any Triggers: n/a

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Whispers in the Snow

Heartwarming Christmas

by Heidi Eljarbo

Blurb:

Of course, a young woman in Norway during the late nineteenth century can be a successful amateur sleuth, and goodness knows, Cornelia’s days are always more exciting when she can devote her time to resolving a local mystery.

Cornelia Gran is a dedicated daughter, friendly and kind; although, she has an exorbitant amount of curiosity. She devours Arthur Conan Doyle’s magazine articles and tries to follow the fictitious Sherlock Holmes’s investigative examples, but her fascination with solving puzzles always gets her into mischief.

Each morning, Cornelia reads the newspaper, looking for a conundrum to solve. Searching for clues—and then chronicling her discoveries—thrills her. She certainly finds those activities more entertaining than taking her grandmother’s advice and attending one Christmas ball after another in search of a husband.

But chaos and danger turn Cornelia’s quiet days upside down when her attempt to find information about the owner of a nearby abandoned cottage takes her into dangerous territory. As winter winds rattle the windows and swirl snowdrifts against the doors, she faces off with a ghost, gets in trouble with the police, and finds herself staring down danger without thinking of the consequences. In the middle of it all, she meets Simon and is captivated by his charm, good looks, and personality.

Meanwhile, a real killer is after her, and he won’t stop until he gets information she doesn’t have! Christmas, with all its cheery festivities, hygge, and family traditions, has never been more threatened. Cornelia must call on all her investigative skills, not only to stop the ruination of her family’s holiday, but also to make certain Simon and his aunt keep what belongs to them. And maybe, just maybe, the amateur sleuth will discover the meaning of true love.

Set in a fictitious town in Norway in 1891, this cozy historical mystery is perfect for those who enjoy curious and determined women sleuths, clean and wholesome romance, and the discovery of buried secrets in an abandoned house.

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Author Bio:

HEIDI ELJARBO grew up in a home full of books, artwork, and happy creativity. She is the author of historical novels filled with courage, hope, mystery, adventure, and sweet romance during challenging times. She’s been named a master of dual timelines and often writes about strong-willed women of past centuries.

After living in Canada, six US states, Japan, Switzerland, and Austria, Heidi now calls Norway home. She lives with her husband on a charming island and enjoys walking in any kind of weather, hugging her grandchildren, and has a passion for art and history.

Her family’s chosen retreat is a mountain cabin, where they hike in the summer and ski the vast white terrain during winter.

Heidi’s favorites are her family, God’s beautiful nature, and the word whimsical.

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Book Title:  Dance of the Earth

Series:  N/a

Author Name: Anna M Holmes

Publication Date: 28 October 2025

Publisher: The Book Guild

Pages: 456

Genre: Historical Fiction

Any Triggers: war injury

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Book Title & Author:

Dance of the Earth

by Anna M Holmes

Blurb:

From world stages to theatres of war, Dance of the Earth is a sweeping family saga.

Set against the backdrops of London’s gilded Alhambra music hall, Diaghilev’s dazzling Ballets Russes, and the upheavals of the First World War, Rose and her children, Nina and Walter, pursue their ambitions, loves, and dreams. Dance and music shape their identities, helping each to find their place in the world.

Spanning the years 1875 to 1921—an era of profound artistic and social change—fact and fiction interweave in this tapestry of birth, sacrifice, and renewal. Art—both serious and comic—is at the story’s beating heart.

EXTRACT 2:

DANCE OF THE EARTH.  ACT 1.

Rose is a front row dancer at the Alhambra Theatre.

Brandishing a folded copy of The Globe, Rose burst into her dressing room. ‘Look at this, will you!’

Tousled heads looked up – yawning girls preparing for class – then they clustered around. She pointed to the entertainment column’s description of Don Quixote. ‘And here he writes, “The ever-popular Miss Rose Banbury…” Hear that? My first mention!’ It was thrilling seeing her name in a newspaper. Promotion on the bill was only a matter of time.

‘He must’ve enjoyed your little turn as a lady of Spain,’ said Ivy.

‘Or your legs,’ came an envious voice.

‘Now, now.’ Evelyn raised a hand. ‘That’s lovely, Rose, happy for you. I know you want to get on. Me, I’m thinking of getting out.’

‘Out?’ Rose was startled. ‘But you love dancing.’

‘I’m fed up with the nights. Regular hours would be nice – selling hats or gloves. A department store, I’m thinking.’

Conversation turned to Evelyn’s potential departure while Rose searched for her scissors. She’d clip out the article for Molly to add to the scrapbook.

It wasn’t just The Globe reviewer noticing her. Across Mr Jacobi’s raised baton – their musical director looking immaculate in his dress suit, moustache and beard well-clipped – Rose spotted a man in a three-pound front row seat, top hat perched on lap, who seemed to enjoy looking at her. She began to look out for him.

It was early December, she’d just turned eighteen, when she saw him waiting outside, standing apart from other stage-door Johnnies. Poised, leaning on a cane, he ignored girls who’d paused to call saucily, ‘You waitin’ for me, darlin’? ‘I’m ready for a drink if you are.’

He caught her eye, tipping his silk top hat. He was tall, and not bad looking, if he did have a rather narrow face and longish nose. Despite the chilly evening his knee-length frock coat was open revealing a very nice silk cravat and pin at his throat and an equally nice double-breasted waistcoat. Rose’s eyes travelled down his length, taking in tailored striped trousers ending with polished shoes. She knew a thing or two about fashion and the cut of cloth, and this gentleman with a waxed moustache looked just the ticket, and he was looking at her.

‘Good evening, Miss,’ he said. ‘I enjoyed the show enormously, and your contribution to it.’

Rose was a quick learner: well-spoken, well dressed, ten or so years her senior.

‘You noticed me then?’ She postured, chin tilted, hip angled.

‘You shine across the footlights. I am only surprised you have not yet been promoted. A girl such as you…’ A kid-leather gloved hand waved vaguely.

She glanced at Ivy who raised an eyebrow in a “are-you-coming-or-not?” way, but the gentleman was in no rush to leave. Neither was she.

‘Arthur Roberts,’ he offered. ‘May I call tomorrow evening?’ There’s a club we might—’

‘We?’ Ivy chipped in. ‘Rose and me stick together.’

‘Delighted. I have discovered Miss Banbury’s name—’

‘Oh, have you!’ Rose looked at him under her lashes.

‘…and yours is…? He smiled effortlessly at Ivy and Rose noticed his teeth weren’t snaggly. This gentleman, with a lovely warm voice, was entirely presentable and passed muster at the first hurdle.

She angled her hat and smiled. ‘A club, did you say?’

The following night, the show went well. From the wings she watched Mr Grais’s Baboon and Donkey circus act, amazed how well the pompadoured, striped-shirted showman trained his troupe of animals. He was a clever juggler too, rarely dropping a club. She hoped Mr Roberts was enjoying it. Then, with animals herded off, sweepers and cleaners moved on, bucket and mop in hand.

Taking her place on stage for Chicago – still running after all those months – she detected the lingering whiff of animals and disinfectant with top notes of floral perfumes she and other girls had doused themselves with. Rose tried to spot Mr Roberts, making sure a leg was artfully displayed through the high-cut slit of her costume when she posed.

In her dressing room, after smearing cold cream on her face and wiping off stage make up, Rose dressed carefully in a new red jacket with leg-of-mutton sleeves and tight waist. Her green woollen skirt was flared over a pale-yellow petticoat and bum roll, and her small hat, trimmed with flowers and stiff bows, was quite the thing. When she and Ivy stepped out of the stage door, she was fashionably attired – with a distinctive feel for colour that was all her own – with only the tips of her shoes peeping out with each step.

She waved. ‘Mr Roberts. Here we are!’

Arthur Roberts strode forward. ‘What a lucky man. Two ladies!’ Arm in arm, they walked in the direction of Soho and in Dean Street stopped at the iron railing outside Blacks. ‘Shall we?’ he said.

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Stories with big themes written as page-turners are Anna M Holmes’s speciality.

With an extensive background in dance and theatre, Dance of the Earth is a story she has longed to write. Her novels—The Find, Wayward Voyage, and Blind Eye—are all typified by deep research.

Anna worked as a radio journalist before embarking on a career in arts management. Originally from New Zealand, she now lives in South-West London.

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Book Title: Red Anemones

Sub title: A story of struggle, resistance, and hope

Author Name: Paula Dáil

Publication Date: 17 October 2025

Publisher: Historium Press

Pages: 449

Genre: Historical fiction

Any Triggers: No

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Book Title and Author Name: 

Red Anemones

A story of struggle, resistance, and hope

by Paula Dáil

Blurb:

Moving among generations of a German-Jewish-American family, Red Anemones is a poignant exploration of the intricate bonds, untold secrets, and unspoken legacies our ancestors bestow upon us.

Natalie Barlow’s journey of self-discovery begins when her estranged mother’s sudden death releases a storm of unrevealed family secrets reaching back to pre-WWI Germany.

As Natalie navigates the complexities of her newly discovered Jewish identity and her ancestral heritage, she comes face-to-face with the early 20th-century German immigrant experience, which included strong anti-German sentiment and deep antisemitism that prevailed across America.

Through diaries and letters her mother saved, Natalie learns of the personal costs this ugly reality extracted from generations of her own family. Ultimately, she must confront the question of her own identity.

Like Israel’s red anemones carpeting the western Negev and Dvira Forest of the Judean foothills year after year, Natalie is determined, no matter the personal costs, to find the courage, resiliency, and passion to embrace the changes that bring new beginnings. Inspired by a true story.

Praise for Red Anemones:

““Red Anemones” by Paula Dáil weaves a powerful narrative inspired by a gripping true story, infusing the text with authenticity and emotional resonance. This book is an absolute must-read for fans of the genre, as it expertly blends enthralling storytelling with fully realised characters and a rich plot.”

~ Yarde Book Promotion, Editorial 5* Review

“Poignant, disturbing, and historically and dramatically riveting.”

~ Kirkus Reviews

“As I read, I found myself utterly taken by Dáil’s writing. Her prose has rhythm and patience, tight, deliberate, and quietly powerful. She writes with tenderness but never sentimentality, allowing emotion to rise naturally from her characters’ choices. I could almost feel the weight of Nathalie’s conflict between family duty and self-determination, between love and freedom. The language is lived-in, grounded, and full of quiet heat.”

~ Literary Titan, 5* Review

Excerpt 4:

Not long after seeing the newsreel, a woman who calls herself Hannah appears at the walk-in clinic, explaining that she has some knowledge of medicine and offering to volunteer. Desperate for any help we can get, Sister Mathilde and I ask few questions before accepting her offer, and within days are very impressed with her efficiency. Used to people whose English is less than perfect, we ignore her limits with the language.

Late one afternoon a few weeks later, I overhear her whispering to her husband in German when he comes to escort her home on the streetcar, which occurs each day she comes to us. They are a handsome couple, both slender, with dark hair, sad, fearful eyes and the quiet demeanor of gentle souls who keep to themselves and are determined to be invisible. Hannah works hard, dresses plainly, says little and is so capable we are soon depending on her to keep inventory straight, take care of the minimal bookkeeping we bother with, and help with anything else we ask of her. We are flooded with patients, and the more Hannah is able to do, the more time Sister Mathilde and I have to administer much needed direct patient care. Nevertheless, with my suspicions heightened after the rally. I’m not sure how much we should trust her, nor do I have any idea how to figure this out. Finally, at the end of a particularly busy day, I invite her to sit down and share a cup of tea.

“Perhaps I misunderstood, but I thought I overheard you speaking German the other day,” I begin, leaking the German accent I’m normally careful to mask. Suddenly pale and obviously frightened at being discovered, Hannah fearfully admits she is a native German speaker. After a great deal of encouragement and reassurance, she reluctantly reveals she is a trained nurse, which accounts for her remarkable efficiency in the dispensary. Her husband, Chaim, is a rabbi, and they escaped Nazi Germany through Shanghai two years ago, eventually landing on the West Coast of California. A learned man, Chaim has a job cataloging books at the Los Angeles public library and she is hoping to parlay her experience with us into a paying job, perhaps in private duty nursing, which doesn’t require a license. I compliment her bravery, determination, and abilities, then suggest we have tea together more often.

The next week, she brings a tin of mouthwatering homemade pfeffernüsse, which she places near the tea canister. Slowly, we grow more trusting of each other, then begin worrying together over the growing anti-Jewish sentiment overtaking Los Angeles. Without outwardly admitting I am also a Jew, I make it clear where my sympathies lay and that I fret greatly over the growing ugliness in the world, even here in America.

One Friday, she stays later than usual, asking to speak privately with me.

“There is an underground Nazi resistance movement in Los Angeles that relies on eyes and ears in the community for information. You are German-fluent, Charlotte, and you could help enormously to fight the anti-Jewish, pro-Nazi effort,” she says, eyes wider than I have ever seen them. Several seconds pass before I respond.

“I really would like to help, Hannah, but I am not likely to overhear very much. People living in both the encampments and the barrios are barely surviving; they don’t have time to get caught up in political movements.”

“This is not entirely true. You’ve heard about the German Bund?” she asks. I nod, explaining I’ve heard it mentioned but know little about it.

“It is a German-American pro-Nazi organization with many members. They are recruiting in the barrios and encampments, promising that if the men sign up, they’ll have paying jobs after the war ends. It is very a clever idea,” Hannah explains. I admit having heard rumors about this but am surprised they are true and have no idea how I can help combat the problem.

“There are ways…”

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A native Californian, Paula Dáil is an emerita research professor of social welfare and public policy and award-winning author. Widely published in the social sciences, she has also been recognized for her non-fiction and fiction writing, both under her own name and her pen name, Avery Michael.

She is the recipient of first or second place Readers Favorite, Reader’s Choice, Independent Publisher, Bookfest and Literary Titan awards, a Booklist Starred Review and several other five-star reviews, including Goodreads, The Book Commentary, and Independent Book Review. Two of her books received the Non-fiction Book of the Year Award from the Council for Wisconsin Writers. She holds a PhD from the University of Wisconsin-Madison and lives with her husband and dog in the Great Lakes Region of the Upper Midwest.

Red Anemones is her tenth book.

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“Shifting Directions” is a final instalment of the Neglected Merge trilogy. It is a fantasy futuristic drama with thriller elements.

The Wingless and the Winged Ones make progress on their way to convergence. But the progress is slow. They seek common ground and find it, involving people from both sides of the border in political and everyday activities.

It is never easy to be growing up in times of big changes. “Shifting Directions” is a coming-of-age journey of one of the most likeable characters readers meet in the second book “Tangle of Choices”.

One person is trying to shake the foundations of equilibrium, having not found a way to enjoy the obvious benefits of society. He manages to attract attention. How far is he ready to go in his quest for the truth as he sees it? And who is he ready to hurt? Maybe this is just an innocent youthful protest out of hooligan motives. But maybe it will escalate into serious threats to innocent people’s life and health. Should someone interfere until it is too late?

The dilemma of resolving the situation so that no one gets hurt is often doomed to failure.

Who will be the victim and who will enjoy a happy ending?

My Review:

I found this book a superb ending to the trilogy. The fantasy world that Eve Coguce continues with the Winged ones and the non-winged ones. Eve wove in new characters mixed with the older ones that readers already know. It is full of substance, pain, nuturing, love, questions, change. Change is always the hardest in an environment such as this story. I found the ending to be palpable and complete. Thanks, Eve. Well done!

Book Title:                 Therein Lies the Pearl

Series:                        n/a

Author:                      Catherine Hughes

Publication Date:      January 19, 2026

Publisher:                  Historium Press

Pages:                                     474

Genre:                                    Historical Fiction

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Book Title and Author Name:

Therein Lies the Pearl

by Catherine Hughes

Blurb:

Normandy, 1064 

Celia Campion, a girl of humble background, finds herself caught in a web of intrigue when Duke William commands her to work as his spy, holding her younger sister hostage. Her mission: to sail across the sea to Wilton Abbey and convince Margaret, daughter of Edward the Exile, to take final vows rather than form a marriage alliance with the newly crowned king to the North, Malcolm III of Scotland. Preventing a union between the Saxons and Scots is critical to the success of the Duke’s plan to take England, and more importantly for Celia, it is the only way to keep her sister alive. 

In this sweeping epic that spans the years before and after the Conquest, two women from opposite sides of the English Channel whisper across the chasm of time to tell their story of the tumultuous days that eventually changed the course of history.  As they struggle to survive in a world marked by danger, loss, and betrayal, their lives intersect, and they soon come to realize they are both searching for the same thing–someone they can trust amidst the treachery that surrounds them. 

Together, their voices form a narrative never before told.

Excerpt 4:

By this time, Margaret had moved closer to the pair, coming to stand behind the kneeling man. Edgar was the first to heed her presence. His eyes lifted up toward her as if to ask what he should do.

This change in the boy’s gaze did not go unnoticed by Malcolm, a warrior trained to detect signs of danger. Immediately, he withdrew his extended hand, snatched the dirk from his belt, and swung round to confront the intruder.

Margaret squealed and jumped backwards, her eyes fixed upon the knife. In that instant, she could not know she was not the victim here. For although she stood before him without weapons or war gear, he was the one who had lost. Without shedding a single droplet of blood, he knew he had been conquered by a pair of emerald eyes that bore into his heart deeper than any dagger.

His hand trembled as the sunlight flashed erratically off the unsteadiness of his blade. Matching her look of shock with one of astonishment, Malcolm witnessed the young maiden falter, a move that coincided with the soft flutter of her pages drifting to the ground.

She paid no mind as to how they had slipped from her fingers so carelessly. His gaze held her captive. The connection between them held fast, like a rope encircling and cinching them together. Neither moved nor breathed.

Margaret broke the spell first when she leaned down to gather up the fallen pages that lay beside her feet. Before she could get very far, Malcolm was again on his knee, raising the sheets to her in offering.

“I am so verra, verra sorry, my lass,” he apologized in earnest. “I had no’ thought ‘twas a fine lady such as yerself who was movin’ behind me.” His hands shook and the pages rippled as he held them out toward her.

She cleared her throat that seemed clogged with emotion. “Thank you … Malcolm, son of Duncan.” Her eyes rested on the scarred hand and thick knuckles that clasped her writing before she reached out toward him to accept this token. Her fingertips lightly brushed against his as the exchange was completed.

“‘Tis my pleasure, milady.” He felt tongue-tied and foolish before this young girl and wondered if she could detect his frailty. He stood up and then bowed to her in deference. “Let it be said that I would be obliged to be o’ service to ye in more important ways beyond the mere retrieval of yer book.”

Looking around to acknowledge the splendor of their surroundings, he smiled amusedly and said, “And what ‘tis this great work that ye are writin’ that can rival the message o’ nature’s beauty in a meadow such as this? Surely, it must be o’ great import fer ye to choose to study dry pages rather gaze upon yon windin’ river and the billowy clouds above?”

Margaret found more of her voice. “Oh, yes, milord. Nature’s bounty is glorious, but God’s word surpasses all temporal glamour. For these scenes will come and go,” she swept her hand over the landscape, “they will enthrall and disappoint, but His message endures forever.”

Malcolm’s eyes flashed with interest at the depth of her faith. He wanted to linger here with her, all afternoon if he could, just to be in her presence. The melody of her voice charmed him, her words like velvet so soft upon his ears. He felt himself drifting into a kind of reverie just listening to it.

Everything about her was perfect. Her green eyes gazed freely into his, rich and full of innocence, and her lips turned up at the corners in a look of perpetual joy. The two long braids that hung down on either side of her face had loosened, allowing a few stray strands to float around like wisps of yellow silk. She wore no shawl or covering, so he could see the beginning contours of her shoulders as well as her long, delicate neck, accentuating her vulnerability even more. He longed to touch her, to let his finger trace a path from her face to her neck to the more private places that lay hidden beneath the fabric of her dress. He imagined a future intimacy between them where he would hold her in his arms, taste her lips, and ultimately have her as his own. Such thoughts were improper to consider, for she was too sweet, too angelic to be claimed. What had he done to deserve an encounter such as this, a chance meeting with so divine a creature? How he wished he could take this moment and make it his forever!

Edgar’s footfall went unnoticed. He marched over toward the two, feeling rather disgruntled at having been supplanted by his sister. He wondered what it was about Margaret that was distracting this man who had so recently been interested only in him. Displaced and out of sorts, he sat down cross-legged in a huff, and when the two continued to pay him no mind, he began to gather up a few stray leaves that had drifted to the ground, pulling apart the stems of pairs that had landed together.

In his full posture, Malcolm stood before Margaret like a column of stone that dwarfed her in size. The crown of her head came barely to his collarbone, and her frame seemed incredibly fragile next to the width of his chest and the spread of his shoulders. Speaking with a gentleness in stark contrast to his physique, he asked, “Would ye read somethin’ o’ it to me?”

At first, she doubted his sincerity and thought perhaps that he was mocking her piety. But after peering more closely into his eyes, she found reassurance and began to turn the pages. “Of course. This is from Matthew’s gospel. ‘Again, the kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and hid; and for joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it…’”

As the soft breeze tickled the reeds at the water’s edge, so too did her words dance lightly upon his own thoughts. When she paused to look up at him, their eyes met again. Tacitly, she asked if she should continue. He could form no words. He had lost the power to speak. So taken he was with her beauty and virtue. Assuming his silence was her answer, she started to fold up her pages.

Abruptly, he gathered himself and croaked the word, “Wait.” He opened his hand toward her. “Please. Dinna’ stop.” He swallowed purposefully so that his speech could flow more freely. “I know nothin’ o’ heaven nor hell, but I do know what it may feel like to come across a pearl o’ great price. Fer that is just what has happened this day to me. What is yer name, milady?” He made no move toward her save with his eyes which reached across the gap between them to touch her soul.

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Award winning writer, Catherine Hughes, is a first-time author who, from her earliest years, immersed herself in reading. Historical fiction is her genre of choice, and her bookshelves are stocked with selections from ancient, Medieval, and Renaissance Europe as well as those involving New England settlements and pioneer life in America. After double-majoring in English and business management on the undergraduate level, Catherine completed her Master’s degree in British literature at Drew University and then entered the classroom where she has been teaching American, British, and World Literature at the high school level for the last thirty years.

Aside from teaching and reading, Catherine can often be found outdoors, drawing beauty and inspiration from the world of nature. Taking the words of Thoreau to heart, “It is the marriage of the soul with nature that makes the intellect fruitful,” Catherine sets aside time every day to lace up her sneakers and run with her dog in pre-dawn or late afternoon hours on the beaches of Long Island. When her furry companion isn’t busy chasing seagulls or digging up remnants of dead fish, she soaks in the tranquility of the ocean setting, freeing her mind to tap into its deepest recesses where creativity and imagination preside.

In Silence Cries the Heart, Hughes’s first book, received the Gold Medal in Romance for the Feathered Quill 2024 Book of the Year contest, the Gold Medal for Fiction in the 2024 Literary Titan competition, and the 2024 International Impact Book Award for Historical Fiction. In addition, the Historical Fiction Company gave it a five star rating and a Silver Medal in the category of Historical Fiction Romance. The book was also featured in the February 2024 Issue 31 of the Historical Times magazine and was listed as one of the Best Historical Fiction Books of 2024 by the History Bards Podcast. Therein Lies the Pearl is her second venture into the world of historical fiction.

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Ophthalmologist secretary, Ava Beckenridge goes overboard on the exercise regimen and passes out at the gym. Dr. Keith Miles, OB/GYN stages a rescue when she falls. There’s an undercurrent of animosity between them from a spat they had earlier over a treadmill, but now there’s something else to go with it – an attraction neither one expected. He’s cocky. She’s stubborn. Their pasts keep them guarded and cause trust issues. In the midst of all that madness, they both claim to see something that may or may not be there – she says he has severe eye strain, he says he can see she’s with child. The humor is plentiful. The path to happiness is rugged. Will two more Miles fix everything?

My Review:

Mary Schmidt

5.0 out of 5 stars Lovely read

Reviewed in the United States on January 18, 2026

Format: Kindle

This is a lovely romance filled with love and angst here and there. Between misunderstandings and burning hot kisses, their love never wavered even when each thought the other had broken off their relationship.

Book Link

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The Love Mentalist: A Heartfelt Romance About Second Chances and the Science of Love

Samantha Page is Australia’s most celebrated love guru, a relationship expert who helped thousands find their perfect match through her unique blend of psychology, intuition, and body language secrets. Her bestselling seminars made her famous. Her charisma made her unforgettable.

But there’s one thing Samantha can’t seem to master… love itself.

When Samantha take America by storm, the media crowns her The Love Mentalist. Yet behind the confidence and success lies a dark secret from her past, one that keeps her heart carefully guarded.

Enter Chris Hayes, a man who doesn’t believe in coincidences, but in possibilities. The moment he meets Samantha, he knows she’s the one. She, however, sees him as just another admirer, until fate throws them together in the most unexpected way.

One chance encounter.
One misunderstanding that changes everything.
And a second chance that might rewrite both their stories.

As sparks fly and secrets unravel, Samantha must finally put her own advice to the test:

“You just have to imagine the possibilities of what ifs.”

My Review:

I found this story to be a great premise and idea to write about in a romance novel. Ms Chase brings to light all of the things most people don’t take note of around others. People watching and mannerisms come into play and those with preconceived ideas might have to adjust their way of thinking in order to truly find their own special someone.