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Collecting
Secrets
Secrets
Friends
& Lovers Book 1
& Lovers Book 1
by
PE Kavanagh
PE Kavanagh
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Contemporary Romance
A
grieving heiress.
grieving heiress.
A
celebrity psychologist.
celebrity psychologist.
A
decade of friendship.
decade of friendship.
UNDONE
BY ONE BOLD MOVE.
BY ONE BOLD MOVE.
When
Camille first met Jackson she was too young.
Camille first met Jackson she was too young.
Too
innocent.
innocent.
Too
traumatized.
traumatized.
Friendship
was less than what she wanted, but all she could handle.
was less than what she wanted, but all she could handle.
Ten
years later and she’s a different woman. Strong, successful,
brave.
years later and she’s a different woman. Strong, successful,
brave.
At
exactly the wrong moment, one bold move threatens everything.
exactly the wrong moment, one bold move threatens everything.
The
safe harbor of Jackson’s family.
safe harbor of Jackson’s family.
The
unconditional commitment of his friendship.
unconditional commitment of his friendship.
The
collection of secrets she never knew existed,
collection of secrets she never knew existed,
Claims
and confessions come hard and fast as Jackson and Camille navigate
all that has never been said.
and confessions come hard and fast as Jackson and Camille navigate
all that has never been said.
Each
step they take, closer to the truth and each other, demands another
layer of secrets must fall.
step they take, closer to the truth and each other, demands another
layer of secrets must fall.
Collecting
Secrets is a steamy standalone contemporary romance with no
cliffhanger. You will meet characters who will reappear throughout
the series.
Secrets is a steamy standalone contemporary romance with no
cliffhanger. You will meet characters who will reappear throughout
the series.
Coming
Home
Home
Friends
& Lovers Book 2
& Lovers Book 2
For
Ramona Barrett, a lot has happened in fifteen years.
Ramona Barrett, a lot has happened in fifteen years.
Her
maniacal grandfather finally died.
maniacal grandfather finally died.
Her
father sobered up and got his life in order.
father sobered up and got his life in order.
She
built an enviable life based on righting her family’s wrongs.
built an enviable life based on righting her family’s wrongs.
And
the chubby, awkward boy who used to be her best friend is now a man
she hardly recognizes.
the chubby, awkward boy who used to be her best friend is now a man
she hardly recognizes.
Lucas
Winston recovered from his law-school fiasco and is now the hottestchef in DC. The elite clamor for a seat in his restaurant, the
power-hungry vie for connections to his powerful family, and an old
friend demands a forgotten promise be honored. Everyone wants a piece
of him.
Winston recovered from his law-school fiasco and is now the hottestchef in DC. The elite clamor for a seat in his restaurant, the
power-hungry vie for connections to his powerful family, and an old
friend demands a forgotten promise be honored. Everyone wants a piece
of him.
Except
Ramona. She can’t see that he’s never stopped loving her. That
they are meant to be together. Even if he is about to marry someone
else.
Ramona. She can’t see that he’s never stopped loving her. That
they are meant to be together. Even if he is about to marry someone
else.
If
you’re looking for smart, sexy characters in a layered,
emotionally-gripping story, Coming Home will take you there.
you’re looking for smart, sexy characters in a layered,
emotionally-gripping story, Coming Home will take you there.
This
steamy, standalone contemporary romance has no cliffhanger, but
includes characters you will meet throughout the series.
steamy, standalone contemporary romance has no cliffhanger, but
includes characters you will meet throughout the series.
I
believe that everything we experience exists as a story within
us.
believe that everything we experience exists as a story within
us.
My
journey as a writer includes the award-winning poem I penned at the
ripe old age of seven, decades of hiding and doubt, and then finally…
finally!… realizing that art needs to be shared. Storytelling is
part of my heritage, even though I denied it for so long. The stories
I created – true and imaginary – have saved me numerous times.
journey as a writer includes the award-winning poem I penned at the
ripe old age of seven, decades of hiding and doubt, and then finally…
finally!… realizing that art needs to be shared. Storytelling is
part of my heritage, even though I denied it for so long. The stories
I created – true and imaginary – have saved me numerous times.
My
characters come to me, like old friends excited to tell me what’s
new.
characters come to me, like old friends excited to tell me what’s
new.
They
represent the world I see and the world I want to see.
represent the world I see and the world I want to see.
More
than anything, I care about recovery from life’s setbacks…
getting back on your feet after life has brought you to your knees…
and my characters fight the hard fight for the lives they know are
waiting for them.
than anything, I care about recovery from life’s setbacks…
getting back on your feet after life has brought you to your knees…
and my characters fight the hard fight for the lives they know are
waiting for them.
I’ve
drawn my inspiration from the many flavors of my life experience.
Once a sad, shy girl, I’ve also been an MIT-trained engineer,
biotech executive, professional dancer, yoga teacher and business
owner, school founder, spiritual counselor, entrepreneur, and
author.
drawn my inspiration from the many flavors of my life experience.
Once a sad, shy girl, I’ve also been an MIT-trained engineer,
biotech executive, professional dancer, yoga teacher and business
owner, school founder, spiritual counselor, entrepreneur, and
author.
And
I own a magic wand that I’m certain will work one day.
I own a magic wand that I’m certain will work one day.
When
I’m not typing, furiously trying to capture the stories that pour
from me, you can find me loving my people to excess, globe-trotting
to the next great adventure, and sporting bright red lips as a tango
diva. And of course on my digital homes: pekavanagh.com and
boldsoulcoaching.com.
I’m not typing, furiously trying to capture the stories that pour
from me, you can find me loving my people to excess, globe-trotting
to the next great adventure, and sporting bright red lips as a tango
diva. And of course on my digital homes: pekavanagh.com and
boldsoulcoaching.com.
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Lucas pulled a towel from a hook and turned around to wipe along the edge of the cooktop. His broad
shoulders shimmied as he worked a particular spot, sandy brown curls grazing the top of his white chef’s
jacket.
Ramona sucked in a breath, trying not to ogle the remarkable sight. He definitely didn’t look like he’d
been partaking of his rich, restaurant food. All the chubby softness of his youth had transformed into a
rock solid wall of a man.
He turned just as her gaze hovered around his bottom. Her eyes didn’t move nearly fast enough to play it
off. It was impossible to know if he knew that she was staring. And what she was staring at.
He shook the towel out. “What’s up, Mo?”
Something in the sweetness of his voice switched on a memory of a life she had all but tucked away. “It
feels like no time has passed. Like we’re kids again.”
His smile broadened. “Except that instead of being noon, it’s midnight.”
“And we’re in your phenomenal restaurant, instead of my mom’s kitchen.”
He looked down and swiped a crumb from the counter. “And I’ve learned how to clean up after myself.”
“Looks like you’ve learned a lot of things. Including how to grow facial hair.” And a super hot bod.
He stroked his close cropped goatee. “Yeah, I’ve had that one down for some time now. Speaking of
growing things, I see all those prayers for boobs finally paid off.”
shoulders shimmied as he worked a particular spot, sandy brown curls grazing the top of his white chef’s
jacket.
Ramona sucked in a breath, trying not to ogle the remarkable sight. He definitely didn’t look like he’d
been partaking of his rich, restaurant food. All the chubby softness of his youth had transformed into a
rock solid wall of a man.
He turned just as her gaze hovered around his bottom. Her eyes didn’t move nearly fast enough to play it
off. It was impossible to know if he knew that she was staring. And what she was staring at.
He shook the towel out. “What’s up, Mo?”
Something in the sweetness of his voice switched on a memory of a life she had all but tucked away. “It
feels like no time has passed. Like we’re kids again.”
His smile broadened. “Except that instead of being noon, it’s midnight.”
“And we’re in your phenomenal restaurant, instead of my mom’s kitchen.”
He looked down and swiped a crumb from the counter. “And I’ve learned how to clean up after myself.”
“Looks like you’ve learned a lot of things. Including how to grow facial hair.” And a super hot bod.
He stroked his close cropped goatee. “Yeah, I’ve had that one down for some time now. Speaking of
growing things, I see all those prayers for boobs finally paid off.”
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