Explore the unlimited nature of love and its many incarnations in the Love Unlimited Anthology, featuring eleven stories that cross generations, cultural backgrounds, and borders. Love Unlimited will warm your heart, tickle your funny bone, and envelop you in the wonderful and complex human emotion the world calls “Love.”
Bryana Beecham — Love Letters to the Universe
When Ursula aims her cupid’s arrow at an office colleague, the drama begins with a series of handwritten letters. Penned to charm and disarm, the one-sided letters take on a life of their own… until one day Ursula decides it’s time to take their relationship to the next level. What could possibly go wrong?
Geralyn Corcillo — In Her Space
A sixty-four-year-old woman lives quietly, content with all she has survived in life. But things change when she discovers a homeless young man living under her small house.
Laura Chapman — Smyth Saves the Date
While clashing with his stern but swoon-worthy producer, George, about the show’s direction—and trying to plan his best friend’s wedding—Smyth will have to choose what he needs more: fame or love.
Katie Leonard — SuperMom and the Theory of Mind
When her mother-in-law is injured, Lauren is forced to bring her wife’s son (okay, he’s her son, too) to a comic book convention. As she navigates a world of masked heroes, flirty villains, and a giant gorilla, she learns unexpected lessons about empathy and love.
Kelly Cain — Summer Healing
A contemporary enemies to lovers romance about a poly-sci major home for the summer from college. While visiting her ailing grandfather in the hospital, she meets a hot RN with strong political opinions, completely opposite of her own.
Anne Hamilton — The Shining Girl
Surviving a cyclone, Caroline travels from India to London and back again, to find – maybe – the man she once loved but shouldn’t have. En route, a surreal encounter with her would-be guardian angel helps her redefine love, life, and what she really wants from both.
Zainab Muhammad Shahid — Kaneez’s Bulbul
Set in Lahore, the capital city of the Pakistani province of Punjab, this love story features a young couple whose marriage of convenience reveals dark family secrets from the pre-Partition era. If love gives life, it certainly has the power to take it away.
Samantha Bryant — Flygirl’s Second Chance
Jessica “Flygirl” Roark has no problem with flying headlong into danger to save the citizens of Springfield, but that doesn’t mean she’s immune to nerves on the eve of her wedding. Sure, she’s survived ovarian cancer and learned to control her new powers of flight, but is she ready for her second chance at romance?
Therese Gilardi — Paris in April
An American woman has her life upended on an April day in Paris.
Lizbeth Durano — Starting Over
When her flight is delayed due to a snowstorm, a young painter, recently betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, finds herself stuck overnight at Gate 27. But she’s not alone for she finds a new friend in a carefree young man who just might be the perfect friend for the duration of the wait… maybe even longer.
Amy Gettinger — Kiss My Sweet Skull
Is Indiana sugar cream pie seriously the only answer for Betty, an anthropology professor with a daunting forensic task and suffocating skull dreams that haunt her nightly? Or could a perfectly timed, yummy kiss be just the thing she needs to see her through this Halloween?
About two years ago, a group of five novice writers signed with the same small publisher, each inexperienced in the publishing world yet committed to understanding the process and finding success. Through their mutual dive into unchartered territory, Amanda Linsmeier, Bianca M. Schwarz, C.H. Armstrong, Kelly Cain, and Jamie McLachlan reached out to one another and became instant friends, sharing laughs, tears, and the struggles of life and writing. We soon dubbed ourselves “Book Besties.”
During the fall of 2016, we decided to write a book of short stories together. As friends, we wanted to combine our talents to create a collection that would inspire hope and happiness. After much deliberation, we chose the theme “Second Chances” and decided to title this anthology, “Déjà You.” Though each story contains the same theme, they all are as unique as the author who wrote it. Including New Adult, Women’s Fiction, Fantasy, Historical, and Contemporary Romance, each short offers a different take on the theme and involves varying heat levels, from sweet to steamy.
In Déjà You, five authors share stories of second chances, as varied in telling as the writers themselves.
Kelly Cain’s We’ll Always Have Oahu takes us on a whirlwind New Adult romance set in the 80s between a young woman on a high school graduation trip and a handsome Navy sailor.
Bianca M. Schwarz transports us to 1760 in The Pearl with the story of Marcus Landover, who attends a card party and ends up with more than he bargained for in the beautiful Sophia Chelmsford.
Amanda Linsmeier’s Joy and Sorrow reunites lovers separated by death in a Women’s Fiction tinged with the unusual.
The Eyes of the Heart by Jamie McLachlan gives us Rosalina, who is forced to confront her attraction and the truth about her blindness when a new gardener is hired at the Greystone house.
Finally, C.H. Armstrong brings us Mr. Midnight, where tragedy reunites two star-crossed lovers, but misunderstandings soon rip them apart. Now, six years later, the stars are realigning with the help of the smooth voice of a late night radio DJ.
Some of the stories are sweet, some sad, some steamy, but all carry the same theme. Déjà You is a collection of stories for those who believe in love, but most of all, second chances.
To say Casie Armstrong is shy on first dates is an understatement. When she receives a Twitter message from a tattooed, self-identifying IT nerd, she finds comfort in online anonymity. After weeks of messaging, texting, and phone calls, they finally decide to meet. When they do come together, will it be as hot as their online hookups? Or will Casie revert to her normal introverted self?
Connections was first published under the name Spending Time with RandyRob in Fuse Literary’s annual holiday reads anthology for charity, The Stockings Were Hung (Hot Holiday Reads #3). Connections is the standalone version with an added scene.
Liv is a young woman in her a first semester of law school. When her fiancé abruptly breaks things off, Liv is heart-broken.
Enter Nicholas, a classmate who is so withdrawn that he is an enigma to everyone around him. Nicholas is unusually young and unusually quiet, and keeps his past a tightly guarded secret.
While Liv is still reeling from her break up, Nicholas begins appearing in her life and coming to her rescue. Intrigued and grateful to this quiet young man, Liv becomes determined to unravel the mystery of who Nicholas is.
“I absolutely loved this book! It told a sweet love story! Lots of suspend and drama which I enjoyed the most. Altered should definitely be a BEST SELLER!!!” – Amazon reviewer
“The story developed believably, and the intimacy that eventually develops between Liv and Nicholas was sweet, sexy and completely natural… Altered is worthy of a full and enthusiastic 5-star review. If you like NA and are sick of reading the same tropes over and over again, you’re gonna love Altered.” – C. H. Armstrong, author of The Edge of Nowhere
“What I really liked was how it seemed to be a predictable story but it really wasn’t. I will definitely go check out more form this author.” – Goodreads reviewer
“I loved Nicholas’s character. He was intelligent, endearing, and sweet. On the flip side, he’s traumatized by the events of his past—a secret he desperately tries to hide... the romance between Nicholas and Olivia was sweet and sexy in all the right places. An excellent and refreshing tale of friends-to-lovers that will appeal to a variety of readers, especially those who love New Adult.” – Jamie McLachlan, author of The Memory Collector series
“This is a great read. Visual, Real, Relevant. I easy transported into the narrative because of the well developed characters. Could easily translate into a movie. Great work. Looking forward to the follow up.” – Amazon reviewer
“I wasn’t expecting to laugh out loud, but I actually did more than once. And, if a book can make me laugh, it is a huge perk...And one more note about the author- she can write food! I actually salivated in a few parts ha ha.” – Amanda Linsmeier, author of Ditch Flowers
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Prologue
I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hot-and-bothered before. Even my upper lip has beads of sweat forming. I sneak a glimpse of all his glorious-dark good looks and wonder what I’m doing here with him.
His eyes, so emerald green.
His hair, so luscious and rich and dark.
His body, so muscular and lean and tall.
His butt, so tight.
How is this man even possible? I actually have to wrap my arms around my body to keep from reaching out to him. I’m in serious trouble here. Drowning.
“Nicholas…”
CHAPTER ONE (excerpt)
The Beginning of the End
Eight months earlier
I pull into the driveway of the two-story townhouse I’ve shared with my roommate, Julia, since we were sophomores in undergrad four years ago. While I wait for the garage door to open, I look up to the front balcony out of habit. It’s right off my bedroom, although it’s a high-walled one so you can’t see the street unless you’re standing up. I’ve spent many nights staring up at the stars from that balcony, contemplating my life choices.
I head in through the kitchen and grab a bottle of water out of the pantry before heading into the spacious dining/living/family room area where Julia’s handiwork at decorating is easy to admire. There are chairs and tables of different sizes and shapes strategically placed throughout, almost like an art installation—it’s aesthetically pleasing, but it means no room for the big-screen television I mostly watch sports on, and the occasional Irish or British television show. The big-screen’s been relegated to the upstairs “game room” that has no games—unless you count the board games under the cabinet. But, there’s a comfortable couch up there and a mini fridge, so all is good. Or it was, before law school started a month ago. Rockets and Texans have been replaced by con law and torts as the rulers of my life.
I can’t tell if Julia’s home. Everything seems quiet, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t here, soaking in her garden tub, one of her favorite pastimes on a Sunday afternoon after church. I’m Baptist and she’s Catholic, so we normally attend different churches, but she’s usually here by the time I get back, unless she’s gone for the entire weekend, which has been happening more and more lately.
Her bedroom is in the back with another balcony where we do a lot of semi-private sunbathing. But for the moment, I take a right at the top of the stairs and stop in front of her closed, white bathroom door. I rap quickly because I need to tell her what happened.
“Liv?” comes a curious voice from within.
“Yes, it’s me.” I reply briskly. “Who else would it be? I need to talk. Are you busy?”
“Come in, as long as you can stand to witness my sensational nakedness,” she quips. I was right about the tub soaking.
Julia’s realm looks as though she’s been in there all morning. Her skin is puckered and her avocado mask is sliding down her neck. I must look a little taken aback because she narrows her hazel eyes at me.
“What’s your problem?”
“Wow, exactly how long have you been soaking, Jules? You look a little overdone.”
“Well, I’ve refreshed the hot water five times if that gives you a clue.” She looks it too. Her skin is wrinkled and puckered. She looks more like an eighty-year-old instead of her twenty-two years.
I wonder what this is about. I know it isn’t a man, because she doesn’t have those type of issues. She’s definitely a “love ’em and leave ’em” kind of girl. But I’ve also known her long enough to know that she’ll tell me in her own good time. Besides, I’m dealing with my own minor calamity.
With a breath, I hesitantly begin, “I’m not sure there’s going to be a wedding.”
Julia raises a well-arched eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything.
I hurriedly continue on: “I think Kye’s having second thoughts and he’s not communicating with me. He seems really distant and closed off. Even at church this morning, he seemed distracted. I asked him if he wanted to have some lunch over here before I need to start reading for crim law and he said he needed to do something with his mom.
“He’s on his phone a lot too when I’m over there, but always in another room and mostly late at night. I saw a balled-up paper with “Kayla” written on it and a local phone number, which is weird because if it’s his ex-fiancee, then she should have a California area code.”
Julia purses her full lips and looks at me thoughtfully. “Have you asked him if he’s seeing his ex?” That’s Julia, always straight to the point.
“Why would I do that? If he’s carrying on with her, he’ll lie until the end of time. I think history proves that.”
The history I’m speaking of is a couple of years ago, when Kye and I first started our relationship. He always came over for dates, or picked me up from my townhouse if we were going out. We spent a lot of time together at school, too. For the first six months, I never saw where he lived but I wasn’t suspicious—I lived less than three miles from school and he lived out in a suburb with his mother.
I only met the woman once, at his niece’s dance recital, where she barely spoke to me and then promptly turned her head back to the front. It was a suspiciously frosty reception, my first suspicion against him in all honesty, but he explained it away as that she just wanted him to have his life totally together before embarking on a new relationship.
There’s a long story there too.
After a subtle hint from his godmother, a little investigation, and a message left by me on his home voicemail, turns out he was actually engaged (not to Kayla, this was a completely different engagement, let’s call her “engagement #2”) and that she lived with him…and his mother.
He completely tried to play it down like he was only doing her a favor until she could get back on her feet because he owed her (reference that long history I mentioned before-that they had their own separate bedrooms, they weren’t a couple, and there was no intention of ever being one again. I gave him an ultimatum to move out or we were done.
He moved in with his godparents that weekend.
Now, he lives nearer to campus than I do. Since then, mutual friends have told me engagement #2 was devastated and had no idea they weren’t getting married until he said he was moving. He still denies there was anything between them. When she saw our engagement picture in the newspaper, she called to congratulate him. He didn’t seemed phased, and she seemed sincere, so I lied to myself too in thinking she was just delusional and misconstrued his kindnesses.
“At least if you ask him if he’s been seeing Kayla, that would put him on notice,” Julia says from the tub, bringing me back to the present. “You don’t think there’s a possibility he actually cares for Kayla or is thinking about getting back together with her, do you? Isn’t she engaged or something too?”
“Yeah, I think she lives with her boyfriend or fiancee or whatever, but really, what does that mean to some people?” I huff and put my hands on my hips.
“If that’s where you’re coming from, I think we have some serious red flags here. I mean, even if it turns out to be nothing, if something like that is in the back of your head about your man, it can’t be a good sign.”
I was really thinking about Kayla, not Kye, but I don’t feel like clearing that up right now. I’m just so tired of guessing with no concrete answers. Would it be difficult for Kye to just be open for once, no matter the consequences? Anything else is cowardly.
Still, I haven’t spoken to him about it. Maybe that means I’m a coward too.
I run my hand through my hair and sigh. “Thanks for listening and for the advice, but I need to make lunch so I can hit the books.” On a whim, I crack a hard-won smile. “Are you joining me or will you be eating that avocado mask?”
I’m not entirely certain Julia sees the humor in what I just said, but she sinks back into her bubbles and replies that she’ll come down in a few minutes.
I go into my bedroom so I can change out of my church clothes, which consist of a pink sundress and strappy, low-heeled, beige sandals.
I love this townhouse and my room in particular. It’s huge and has a tremendous walk-in closet that I mostly use to store my books. My bathroom doesn’t have a garden tub, but I can live with that. I really don’t have time for soaking anyway.
I slip on some yoga pants and a T-shirt, slide into my thong sandals and I’m ready to go. I may have lived in Houston for the past five years, but I’m still a California girl at heart. They’re thongs, people, not flip-flops.
Julia loves the townhouse too, which is why she’s still rooming with me even after she’s finished undergrad and has a really awesome job as an entertainment reporter for a local newspaper. The pay isn’t astronomical, but the perks are really awesome: carte blanch to all the great events, concerts, parties, restaurants, and any other interesting happenings going on. There are cool junkets too-for my graduation present, for instance, we went to Puerto Rico. That was in December, and started I law school promptly after in January, so that was the last good time I was going to have for a while. Even now, Kye and I weren’t planning a honeymoon because of my schedule.
Kye didn’t come on the trip because he was working as a set dresser on a movie production that was filming here in town. I think that’s when he really got the bug to work in cinema. Ever since I met him two years ago, he had always wanted to be in the entertainment industry in some way, but hadn’t figured it out completely. His major is radio, television, and film, so he was thinking more road manager or something related to music, but now, it’s full-fledged director or bust. That was another reason why we weren’t planning a honeymoon—he plans to move to Los Angeles right after he graduates in May, which is exactly one week before we’re set to walk down the aisle.
I sigh again as I make my way down the stairs. What were we thinking? Law school, graduation, cross country move, and a wedding to boot. No wonder I feel stressed…and am probably making something out of nothing. “Borrowing trouble” as my mother would say…
I log into Pinterest on my phone and see what looks good for lunch. Something I can snack on later too, since I’ll be knee deep in reading the remainder of the night. I feel a little like Mexican, and not taking too much time either, so I pull up the first fast recipe I see-spinach enchiladas. Yep, that should do.
As I sit down to eat, Julia comes downstairs, doing her best prune imitation. She has put on a pair of jeans and a tank top, but no shoes.
“That smells yummy. What, no salad?”
“They’re spinach, you’re getting plenty of vegetables. You’ll be fine.”
“Hmm, I guess.” She actually looks forlorn, like she really thinks I’m getting up from my hot enchiladas to make her a salad. I just give her a little side eye and continue filling up, glad for some easy-to-understand company for once.
***
I’m at the desk in my room trying to concentrate on the cases in front of me, but I’m so incredibly sleepy. I finished eating about an hour ago and now all I can do is daydream about lying in my bed.
I guess a few minutes won’t hurt…
When I open my eyes again, my head is laying on the desk and it’s dark outside. My phone reveals it’s eight PM.
And there are no text or call from Kye.
That’s strange. I usually receive some sort of communication from him by this time of night. I could call him, but… I do have a lot of studying to do. I’ve already lost too much time napping, which is probably stress-related to this whole Kye situation anyway. I eye the stack of bricks that is my book pile, ever waiting for attention.
…Time to buckle down and get my reading done.
The next time I look at my phone, it’s three AM and still no call from Kye. I’m done for the night so I better get a few minutes’ shut-eye to have some semblance of having myself together when I head for school in less than five hours’ time.
