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Fake It Until It’s Real and Fight It Until We Can’t by Tina Gallagher & Cissy
Mecca. Fans who love forced proximity romances will sink their teeth into these
sexy, small-town romances. Keep scrolling for more details about these sexy
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Title: Fake It Until It’s Real Authors: Tina Gallagher & Cissy Mecca Release Date: 04/28/2026 Genres: Contemporary Romance Word Count: 58,000 Trope: Small-Town, Fake Dating, Forced Proximity,
Cinnamon Roll Hero, Friend’s Brother, Blue Collar Hero, Matchmaking Dog, Found
Family She's afraid she's too much. He's convinced he'll never
be enough. Maplemoor is Jess Harper's fresh start. A quiet place to
rebuild after a future that never happened. Now she has a book club that feels
like family, a coffee shop that knows her order, and a life that finally feels
steady again. What she doesn't have is a date to her best friend's
wedding—the one where her ex and his brand-new fiancée will also be there. Enter Caleb Ward. Dependable. Steady. The kind of man who
shows up before you even have to ask—for everyone except himself. He's got a
life in Maplemoor that works for him, but when it comes to love, he keeps his
walls firmly in place—and exactly where he wants them. Agreeing to be Jess's date to the wedding is just a favor.
Nothing more. Until it isn't. One weekend together. One very convincing performance. Turns out the line between pretending and real is thinner
than either of them thought. The hard part is knowing which side they're on.
Pre-Order on Amazon Add to Goodreads Here! Title: Fight It Until We Can’t Authors: Cissy Mecca & Tina Gallagher Release Date: 05/12/2026 Genres: Contemporary Romance Word Count: 65,000 Trope: Small-Town, Rivals to Lovers, Forced Proximity, He
Falls First, Found Fmaily, Competence Kink
He's a property analyst hired to find the cracks. She's the operations manager who will make sure he doesn't. Carli Porter runs The Lochwell like it's hers. The coffee
shop is her living room. Its book club members are her family. The residents
are her friends. The pub is her Friday night. The only problem? The building
belongs to someone else, and that someone just sent his best friend to decide
its fate. Alexander Grassi is smart and annoyingly hard to hate. He
also has the kind of forearms that make it very difficult to stay mad at him.
(She's tried. It hasn't worked.) He's supposed to write a report, hand it over
to his friend and leave. He wasn't supposed to start showing up to trivia
night. Or turning her coffee cup so the handle faces her. Or looking at her
like she's the best thing in a building full of things worth saving. She says his report could ruin her life. He says she's not wrong. She says that's makes him the last person she should want
around. He says he's staying anyway. Because some legacies (and people) are worth fighting for. Pre-Order on Amazon Add to Goodreads
Here! About Tina Gallagher
Tina Gallagher grew up and continues to live in Northeast
Pennsylvania. As a tween, she and her best friend would create happily ever
afters for their favorite soap opera couples. Eventually, the soap operas lost
their appeal, but the writing never did. Before living her dream as a full-time
author, she worked a spectrum of jobs ranging from baking and cake decorating
to marketing and project management. In between creating memorable characters,
traveling, and taking pole dance lessons, Tina enjoys spending time with her
two grown children and Golden Irish named Thea.
A "recovering" 8th-grade teacher and curriculum
consultant with a PhD in Language & Literacy, Cecelia loves writing
high-heat, emotionally charged romance. The Brands (The Mecca Romance
Multiverse): Cissy Mecca: Contemporary Romance, Cecelia Mecca: Medieval and
Scottish Historical Romance. C.L. Mecca: Fantasy and Paranormal Romance. Mecca
Romance Signature Style: Heroines: Bold, strong women who fall hard but never
lose their identity. Heroes: High-heat, protective, and intense. Vibe: Visceral,
sensory-rich escapes... from family-owned vineyards to the war-torn
Anglo-Scottish borders. Other Info: Representation: Katie Reed (Katie Reed
Literary) Personal: Married, two teens, Disney enthusiast, traveler, and wine
lovers Authority: PhD background makes her an excellent guest for craft-focused
podcasts or literacy-based panels.
Erika Kelly has revealed the cover for Until I Found You!
Releasing June 18, 2026
Pie-Baking Quarterback. Single Dad. Summer Road Trip. Decker McKenna lives for football--but a three-year-old with big blue eyes is about to rewrite his playbook. Willa Holland came home to restore her family's inn, not to get tangled up with a grumpy quarterback. But watching him try so hard--and stumble so sweetly--at being a father makes it impossible for her to resist. Late-night baking. Small-town charm. And a little girl who shows them what really matters. Steamy small-town romance with a grumpy quarterback, a charming innkeeper, and a daughter who changes the game.
Award-winning author Erika Kelly writes sexy, passionate, and emotional contemporary romance. Married to the love of her life and raising four children, she lives in the southwest, drinks a lot of tea, and is always waiting for her cats to get off her keyboard.
Izzy Summers' life changes instantly overnight, leaving her homeless and sleeping in her car at a Door County campground. With nothing left to lose, she hides out in the quiet town of Fish Creek with a job and a roof over her head, searching for a way to survive.
That plan unravels when a persistent--and dangerously attractive--sheriff keeps crossing her path. Izzy trusts no one, least of all someone wearing a badge.
Sheriff Tony Fontaine knows Izzy is running from something, and he's determined to uncover the truth. What he doesn't expect is how quickly his curiosity turns personal.
The Harbor is the second book in the Fish Creek series. It involves Izzy, a mysterious newcomer to Door County and Tony, the town sheriff. Izzy's life unexpectedly takes a turn when her husband is killed in a car accident and his family decides to take everything away from her out of spite. Arriving in Fish Creek, she sets out to build a new life and heal. I really enjoyed this installment. The friendship that formed between Izzy and Tony was adorable. Even though he was suspicious or her and he annoyed her, I loved how he slowly helped heal Izzy's heart. Izzy also was able to find a place to call home with a new found family. It was fun to catch up with the characters from the first book. I highly recommend this one.
About the author:
Terrijo passion for all things books began back in junior high. A dedicated reader from the very beginning, she started writing in her early twenties. She has published six novels under a pen name and co-wrote two anthologies about Deadwood, South Dakota.
Born and raised in Minnesota, Terrijo lives in the Twin Cities her pint size Morkie, Zoey, who loves to make an appearance in her small-town women's fiction.
She writes about genuine issues that many women face today, stories that not only entertain, but give hope, laughter and all the feelings in-between. When Terrijo is not hiding out in her writing cave, you can find her behind the chair of her hair salon in Stillwater, or out on the lakes sailing and dreaming up new plots to help her readers escape reality for an hour or two.
In suburban Westchester County, just outside the frenetic pace of New York City, a deadly murder occurs. After a violent struggle, FBI agent Shane Walsh is dead and his wife, Caitlin, has vanished. At the urging of a mysterious text, the Walshes’ nine-year-old daughter, Kennedy, has been safely whisked away by a close family member.
The FBI is determined to bring down whoever assassinated one of its own and is focusing on Caitlin as a prime suspect. Ryan McKay, Forensic Instincts’ chief technology officer, as well as Shane’s cousin and lifelong friend, vehemently disagrees. Ryan knows the Walsh family well. He insists that Caitlin is innocent, and that she, herself, is in danger.
After convincing his team to cast a wider net, Ryan leads FI on a zigzag course across two continents to locate Caitlin, sidestepping the FBI at every turn, and protecting Kennedy at all costs. But the FBI is on the warpath, and threatens to permanently shut down Forensic Instincts if they don’t back off. Undeterred by the FBI’s threats, FI goes underground in pursuit of their rogue mission.
As the pace quickens, Kennedy becomes the target of unnerving text messages. Both The FBI and the Forensic Instincts teams sense that the end game is near and that the chess match is spiraling to a stunning conclusion. Determined to declare “checkmate” before the killer, Forensic Instincts must not only protect Kennedy but make sure that their team doesn’t end up as collateral damage when the king falls.
Life Or Death Trailer:
Book Details:
Genre: Suspense Thriller Published by: Bonnie Meadow Publishing, LLC Publication Date: March 17, 2026 Number of Pages: 304, HC ISBN: 9781682320686 (ISBN10: 1682320685), HC Series: Forensic Instincts, Book 11 | Each is a stand-alone novel Book Links:Amazon | Kindle | Barnes & Noble | BookShop.org | Goodreads | BookBub | RBmedia, Audiobook Links
My thoughts:
Life or Death is the 11th book in the Forensic Investigations series. I've always been a big fan of this series because the characters are just so interesting. It always feels like visiting old friends when I pick up the latest book. While it could be read as a stand alone, I feel like at this point in the series, there is so much back story that you miss with the characters. You will really be shorting yourself if you don't read from the start.
The entire team have all come so far since book one. It's been amazing to watch. This one takes place a few months after the end of the last book, Struck Dead. In this book, the team is drawn into an investigation involving members of Ryan's family. The mystery was solid. I always enjoy watching this team work together to put the pieces together. Ryan and Claire really shine this time. I won't spoil anything especially the very sweet ending. I'll just encourage you to read the book as well as the series.
Read an excerpt:
Bronx River Parkway
Friday, 3:55 p.m.
It wasn’t rush hour—not quite yet. So the drive was an hour plus away. That now left a short distance to go.
Ryan remained quiet and tense, staring out the passenger window as he had throughout the trip to Westchester County.
“Where are we going in New Rochelle?” Marc finally asked, glancing at his GPS, aware that he didn’t recognize the address Ryan had given him.
“To my cousin, Shane Walsh’s, house,” Ryan replied.
Marc nodded as they reached their exit and he eased his car around a loop and off the parkway. “Tell me only what I need to know. I’m not going to pry.”
“You’re not prying. I’m just really freaking out.” Ryan cleared his throat and relayed the entire situation to Marc.
Marc took it all in. “You’ve mentioned that you had a cousin with the Bureau. But that’s about all you’ve said, other than the fact that he has a wife and a young daughter.”
Ryan shrugged. “Shane’s a private guy, so I don’t talk about him much. He’s a Special Agent, Violent Crimes division, at the New York field office. He’s been there since he joined the FBI about eight years ago.”
“Does Hutch know him?”
“I never asked. But I doubt it. Hutch is in charge of all the Violent Crimes divisions. That’s too high up to know every agent who works under him.” Ryan pointed, shifting to the edge of his seat, and reiterating what the GPS was already showing them. “Make your next right. Two blocks down and make a left. Go through a few lights. You’ll see a cul-de-sac on your right. Marigold Terrace. Shane’s house is number 15.”
Marc understood that Ryan’s redundant supply of information was a manifestation of his anxiety. He just nodded again, then pressed his foot a little harder on the gas pedal to speed them up without accelerating too much. Suburban cops lived for speed traps.
Four minutes later, Marc turned onto Marigold Terrace and eased slowly around the curvy road.
“Three down on your left,” Ryan instructed. “White clapboard house, blue shutters.” His tension intensified as Marc reached Shane’s home. “That’s Caitlin’s car parked in the driveway. And Shane’s parked in his usual spot on the street. If they’re both home…but they don’t want Kennedy there… Shit.”
Ryan flung open the passenger door before Marc had brought the car to a complete stop. He was halfway to the front door, digging in his pocket for the key Shane had given him long ago, when Marc reached his side.
“Ryan, wait.” Marc grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
“Why?”
Marc tugged out the two pairs of latex gloves and shoved one pair into Ryan’s hand. “Put these on.”
Ryan gritted his teeth, while he and Marc worked their hands into the gloves. “Can’t leave any new fingerprints,” he muttered. “In case this is a crime scene.” He sounded ill.
“Is the door unlocked?” Marc asked, quickly assessing the garage door, which was up. He might have suggested accessing the house through there, but Ryan was already in motion. And time was precious.
Ryan jiggled the doorknob. “No.”
“Okay, use the key. I’ve got my Glock. Let’s go.”
Ryan’s hands were shaking as he turned the key and pushed open the door.
He and Marc stepped inside. The foyer was empty and quiet. In fact, the whole house was silent in a way that suggested no one was home.
“Shane?” Ryan called. A pause. “Caitlin?” No response. No sound of footsteps. Nothing.
Marc eased his way in front of Ryan, then crept ahead, sweeping the area with his gun.
Ryan followed behind him, aware that, not only was Marc armed, he was former FBI. He was trained at this. Ryan was not.
They’d barely gone fifteen feet, when Marc caught something in his peripheral vision, and swerved to his right. “Shit,” he muttered.
Ryan peered around him and gasped. Just outside the bathroom was a crumpled body, unmoving and lying in a pool of blood. Beside it, were two shell casings and a cell phone that had been crushed. On the other side of the cell phone was a jagged line of blood.
The inconsistency of the blood pattern struck Marc at once. Reflexively, he whipped out his cell phone and took a few quick photos.
Ryan was in a whole different headspace. Pushing past Marc, he strode over, squatting as he reached the body. “Shane,” he managed.
“Oh my God. Shane.”
Marc was beside Ryan in a heartbeat, restraining him from doing anything that would contaminate the scene. He leaned over Shane’s body, checking for a pulse, a breath—any sign of life.
There were none.
Marc gripped Ryan’s arm, standing and pulling him to his feet. Ryan’s entire body was stiff with shock, but Marc knew that consolation would have to wait.
“Ryan, we’ve got to get out of the house,” he said, visually sweeping as much of the ground floor as he could. “The killer might still be inside. He might have Caitlin.” A hard swallow, as Marc considered the possibility that she might also be dead. That additional jagged line of blood didn’t bode well. “I’ll call 911 as soon as we’re on the front lawn.”
Ryan didn’t budge. He was staring, wild-eyed, down at Shane’s lifeless form. It was only when Marc tugged insistently at his forearm that he regained some semblance of awareness. “No, Marc.” He gave a firm shake of his head. “I have to stay with him.”
“He’s gone,” Marc stated simply, placing a supportive hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “But Caitlin might not be. Let’s get the EMTs and the cops here. We might be saving her life.”
Slowly, Ryan turned, allowing Marc to lead him outside the house and to the front lawn, where he sank down on the grass, still unable to process this horrific occurrence.
Marc kept his Glock at the ready—just in case it was needed. “I’ll watch the windows and the doorways to block any attempt at escape,” he told Ryan. When there was no response, Marc glanced down, giving Ryan a worried look. The poor guy was staring off into space and wasn’t even hearing him.
Stationing himself close to his friend’s side, Marc took out his iPhone and called 911.
“What is your emergency?” was the immediate response.
Marc supplied his name, the address of the crime scene, and then, in staccato phrases, the necessary information.
He disconnected the call, knowing that it would be two minutes, at the most, before the ambulance showed up. He used the time wisely, pressing the button to Hutch’s private cell phone line.
One ring. Then, “Marc?”
“We’re in New Rochelle,” Marc said. “Ryan’s cousin, Shane Walsh, has been killed at his home. He worked for the Bureau, New York field office, Violent Crimes. I called 911, so the locals must already have been dispatched.”
Not even a heartbeat of a pause. “Text me the address.”
“Already done.”
“Then I’m on my way.”
***
Excerpt from Life Or Death by Andrea Kane. Copyright 2026 by Andrea Kane. Reproduced with permission from Andrea Kane. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Andrea Kane is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirty-three novels, including nineteen psychological thrillers and fourteen historical romantic suspense titles. With her signature style, Kane creates unforgettable characters and confronts them with life-threatening danger. As a master of suspense, she weaves them into exciting, carefully-researched stories, pushing them to the edge—and keeping her readers up all night.
Kane’s first contemporary suspense thriller, Run for Your Life, became an instant New York Times bestseller.
She followed with a string of bestselling psychological thrillers including No Way Out, Twisted and Drawn in Blood.
Her latest in the highly successful Forensic Instincts series, Life or Death, forces this eclectic team of investigators to navigate a high wire act between the FBI on one side and a vicious killer looking to terminate the rest of a young family on the other. The first showcase of Forensic Instincts’ talents came with the New York Times bestseller, The Girl Who Disappeared Twice, followed by The Line Between Here and Gone, The Stranger You Know, The Silence That Speaks, The Murder That Never Was, A Face To Die For, Dead In A Week, No Stone Unturned, At Any Cost, Struck Dead and Life or Death.
Kane’s beloved historical romantic suspense novels include My Heart’s Desire, Samantha, Echoes in the Mist, and Wishes in the Wind.
With a worldwide following of passionate readers, her books have been published in more than twenty languages.
Kane lives in New Jersey with her family. She’s an avid crossword puzzle solver and a diehard Yankees fan.
Natalie Dugan thought starting a cleaning business
would bring freedom, not danger. Between caring for her sick mother and
juggling new clients, she has no time for romance—until she meets Aaron Marino,
a scarred ex-firefighter who makes her question everything. When a series of
suspicious fires spreads through their Virginia town, suspicion falls on every
man around her, leaving Natalie to unravel a deadly mystery before vengeance
consumes them all. Readers who enjoy high-stakes and forced proximity romances
will devour Burning Vengeance by Tricia T. LaRochelle, a small-town, fireman
romantic suspense.
When Natalie Dugan trades spreadsheets for scrub brushes,
she hopes her new cleaning business will give her independence—and the chance
to care for her ailing mother. Love isn’t on her agenda, but everything changes
when she meets Aaron Marino, a reclusive ex-firefighter scarred by the blaze
that nearly claimed his life.
As a string of suspicious fires threatens their quaint
Virginia town, every man in Natalie’s orbit becomes a suspect: her hard-working
new boyfriend, her mother’s unfairly maligned partner, her unsettling neighbor,
and even Aaron himself. But the closer Natalie gets to Aaron, the harder it is
to ignore the spark that refuses to extinguish.
When the truth behind the fires finally ignites, Natalie
will have to confront betrayal, vengeance, and danger that hits far too close
to home. Survival—and love—depend on whether she can brave the flames of the
past … before they consume her.
Excerpt
Copyright 2026, Tricia T. LaRochelle
Yaz and I were the new owners of cockapoos. Daisy was my
baby, and Sadie was Yaz’s. We adopted the two sisters six months ago, when we
had both decided to try our hand at pet parenting. And we were smitten. Our
little spitfires kept us busy.
Embracing the doggy craze, I’d bought pj’s with images of
dogs adorning them, tote bags, and throws of the same type of pattern, and of
course, the scrubs. Hell, I even had stemless wine glasses with doggy prints
etched into the glass—a gift from Mom last Christmas. She doted on Daisy more
than I did.
“You the cleaning lady?”
Aaron’s voice brought me back to the moment.
I do have a name.
Other than his gaze lingering on my outfit for a millisecond
longer than normal, Aaron never really looked at me as he spoke. He stayed
focused on the area behind me, mostly. He also kept lightly scratching at his
beard, like someone would do when they were either anxious or prone to such
habits.
Handsome or not, I kept my mind on high alert as I watched
for signs of crazy from this guy. One hand remained in my pocket, gripping my
pepper spray.
“Yes, I’m Natalie. Natalie Dugan.” I reached my free hand
out, and he shook it, quickly releasing his grip.
Here's one with a sense of danger:
Daisy wandered the backyard by the fence bordering Alan’s
property. I hated it when she did that, but it was late, and what difference
did it make? As long as she did her business in a timely fashion, I was
fine.
“Okay, go potty, Daisy.” Not sure why I had to ask her this.
I hoped certain words and phrases would register. During the day, I had taught
her to ring a potty-training bell that hung from both the front and back doors
of the house. She and I were a work in progress.
I wrapped my jacket around my waist and wiggled my legs for
warmth. “Hurry up, Daisy. Go potty, so we can get back to bed.”
While the little pup sniffed the ground along the fence
line, I waited, my gaze wandering the surrounding area, especially the pitchy
woods growing thick out back.
I loved the privacy, but couldn’t help but wonder what
animals lurked. Especially on a night like this one, when the moon was hiding
behind a dense layer of clouds, the darkness so thick, I could barely see my
dog.
You forgot to turn on the outside light, genius. Oh,
well, this won’t take long.
Movement cut through my thoughts, my senses on guard. If a
raccoon or a fox came bounding over the fence, I was ready to grab Daisy and
whisk her inside.
A shadow appeared on the other side of the fence. Alan?
Oh, shit. What was he doing out here at this hour? My heart slammed against my
ribcage, and I lost my breath. What was it about this dude? He’d been harmless
so far. Rude, but otherwise benign. Maybe it was those gas cans? His
uncanny resemblance to the man in that Netflix show? Or just a sixth sense?
“D-Daisy, w-we gotta go,” I whisper-yelled.
At this point, she was in full squat mode, doing her
business.
The shadow moved closer as my body trembled and my lungs
strained to accept any semblance of oxygen. I wanted to run, but I stood
paralyzed.
The shadow lifted something large. A flick of a lighter
followed. All at once, a dragon-sized ball of fire illuminated the night.
All went dark. Alan moved closer. The fire ignited again,
and I could see flames escaping Alan’s mouth. It was like something out of a
circus. The heat flushed my cheeks with its warmth.
Daisy, having finished, backed away from the fence and
barked at the wild display.
In an instant, I could see Alan clearly, until the firebomb
extinguished, and darkness returned.
Alan lifted the bottle and spat more flames. His head turned
slightly, his gaze meeting mine.
Holy shit. What if he spat his flames over
here?
About Tricia T. LaRochelle
Since she was a little girl, award-winning author Tricia T.
LaRochelle has been obsessed with tragic love stories. No beach reads for her.
Bring on the grit with a double side of turmoil. She likes to feel the
character’s anguish as they fight to overcome obstacles to be together. Growing
up in central Vermont, she has seen her share of tragedy but remains a hopeful
romantic. She now lives in central Virginia, where she continues to foster the
possibilities of how love can conquer all.
Authors: Lori Foster & Maisie Yates Publisher: Kensington Date of publication: March 2026
A heartwarming duo of tales about unexpected love and family, from the bonds of sisterhood to the magic of friends to lovers, and the joys of infants and fur babies, plus all the surprises romance has to offer, even amid life’s missteps . . .
THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE * LORI FOSTER
Compared to her smart, responsible twin, Laylee has always been labeled the party girl sister. Now she’s really screwed up by finding herself possibly accidentally pregnant, and definitely not in love. With her sister away on her honeymoon, Laylee’s only confidant is her guy friend, Knox. There’s mutual attraction there, yet they’ve been tiptoeing around it. But telling Knox everything may change . . . well, everything. Especially amid a comedy of pregnancy test errors, a robbery, a cat rescue mission—and the realization that Knox sees her as so much more than a pretty face . . . .
I'll admit that I read this only for "That Special Someone" by Lori Foster. I won't be reviewing the other story because I only skimmed it and I don't feel like I can give it a full review. That special Someone is kind of a continuation of a last year's story "The Odd Couple" from The Two of Us. Laylee is Skye's sister and is watching Skye and Ford's dogs while they are on their honeymoon. Knox gets a frantic call that Laylee might be pregnant. Clearly in the friend zone, he vows to help her through no matter what.
I thought this was a great follow up the The Odd Couple. Watching Knox and Laylee finally give into their attraction was so fun to watch. Laylee had a lot to work through and Knox was the best person to help her. There are a lot of hilarious scenes and shenanigans packed into this short story. We also get a visit from characters from other "Best Friends" series stories. They added a lot of fun to the story as well. I highly recommend this one.
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