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her life over again just months shy of the Big 4-0. But she didn’t expect her
husband to cheat on her either. She packs up her kids and heads home to Mom—who
happens to own the most popular restaurant in town. Joely immediately throws
herself into emotionally charged cooking, and her passion-infused sweets are an
good-looking, smooth-talking restaurant manager, can’t help but notice the new,
attractive addition to his kitchen. The only problem, as he sees it, is that
she doesn’t seem to know how desirable she is. He quickly decides to remind
Joely what it means to feel like a sensual woman again.
soon-to-be ex rethink letting her go. He uses the children to try to get Joely
back, but their sixteen-year-old daughter has other plans. She’s fallen head
over heels with none other than Xander, who has his sights set firmly on her
Voight serves up a heaping amount of sensuality and angst in a tale of sexual
and personal awakening, one that examines reclaiming womanhood no matter where
you are in life.
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door, who carried a large white box. “Miss Morgan?” he asked.
considering, like Xander and Novanna had said, that wasn’t who she was anymore.
“Yes,” she said as she approached.
before carrying the large parcel into the house and up the stairs. She didn’t
stop until she reached the bedroom, where she deposited the box onto her bed.
Before she could rip it open, her phone rang.
on the bed next to her gift.
away and moved the tissue aside to reveal a silky black and lace dress. “Oh,
Xander,” she murmured as she withdrew it, revealing a flowing skirt, snug
bodice with a sweetheart neckline that dipped low in front. The wide straps
were made of lace and the style was much like the other 50s-inspired clothing
he’d selected for her. He clearly preferred retro glamour. “It’s lovely.”
in it.” She shivered in spite of herself. “There’s just one thing,” he
in a voice so low it nearly made Joely groan out loud.
to me tonight at The Ranch, I want to know that I’m just a fine bit of silk
away from fxxxxxg you right there on that dance floor. And I want everyone else
to know it, too.”
the one in charge, remember? And you will be a good girl and do as you’re
wearing this dress.”
he’ll know that this weekend you belong to someone new.”
screenwriter and bestselling author with over twenty published titles in
fiction and nonfiction. She covers everything from travel to politics in
nonfiction, as well as romance, paranormal, and dark, “ripped from the
headlines” topics like Dirty Little Secrets.
discovered her love for writing in sixth grade, courtesy of a Halloween
assignment. From then on, writing became a place of solace, reflection, and
security. This was never more true than when she found herself homeless in L.A.
at the age of nineteen. There, she wrote her first novel, Chasing Thunder,
longhand on notebook paper, while living out of her car. Fittingly, this book
will be the first released through a traditional publisher in 2015.
she lost her nine-day-old son, she worked through her grief by writing the
story that would eventually become The Fullerton Family Saga.
on a new journey—to publish romance novels starring heroines who look more like
the average American woman. These “Rubenesque” romances have
developed a following thanks to her bestselling Groupie series. Other titles,
such as the highly-rated New Adult series, Fierce, tap into the
“reality-TV” preoccupation in American entertainment, which gives her
contemporary stories a current, pop culture edge.
writing gut-twisting angst, Ginger isn’t afraid to push the envelope with
characters who are perfectly imperfect. Whether rich, poor, sweet, selfish,
gay, straight, plus-size or svelte, her characters are beautifully flawed and
three-dimensional. They populate her lavish fictional landscapes and teach us
more about the real world in which we live simply through their interactions
with each other. Ginger’s goal with every book is to give the reader a little
bit more than they were expecting, told through stories they’ll never forget.