#teatime teaser from L.B. Joyce.

It’s wonderful to host you, L. B. Joyce. I’m exited about your teaser from, Goodbye Heartbreak, Hello May.

What better time than to feature a love story taking place in the same month?

Give us the scoop on your latest release.

Goodbye Heartbreak, Hello May is the 8th book of the of the series, Twelve Months, Twelve Love Stories. A Contemporary and New Adult romance series, think of it as falling somewhere in the middle between sweet romance and erotica. Each month, a new love story – find out who among this group of friends will be the next to fall in love.

Excerpt (Chapter 19)

She chattered on, unable to stop. “It doesn’t help that I’m not used to wearing heels this high. So, when I do, I have to learn how to walk in them all over again. I’ve grown too comfortable wearing my work clogs. Or tennis shoes. For work, those are the best choice.”

His silence, along with the closed expression on his face, had her falling silent. But she got it. It was bad enough he had to come to her rescue. And now he was expected to listen to her lecture on the importance of the proper footwear?

This is when the events of the night finally caught up to her. On the verge of tears, she watched as he unlocked the passenger door of his car. 

The door opened, he turned to her. Huddled deep in his jacket, her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up as though she was trying not to cry. 

She looked absolutely miserable. 

And just like that, something gave way inside of him, a tenderness washing over him. That he was responsible for her distress was the last thing he wanted to happen. 

You need to fix this.

He moved closer. 

A smile tugging the corner of his mouth, he brushed his thumb over her cheek, sending her lashes flying open. “Hmm…If I’m not mistaken, on a night not too long ago and in a parking lot very similar to this, uneven and filled with potholes, I recall sharing a dance with a woman wearing these same shoes.”

He nodded down at her feet. “This was after she claimed she couldn’t dance. But I soon found out how wrong she was. She was a beautiful dancer. The memory of that dance is one I’ll keep forever.”

Now, as a woman who loved shoes—but then again, what woman doesn’t—Stephanie zeroed right in on this.

He remembers your shoes?

A smile curving her lips, she searched his face. “You remember my shoes?”

He smiled, moving even closer. “Ah… there is so much I remember about that night. That it came at a time I was in such need of hope in my life made it even more memorable.”

He shook his head. “It was a night every man dreams of… a chance encounter with a beautiful woman. You might say it was magical… enough to make one believe in fairytales.”

Her lips parted, Stephanie stared at him. Yes, she would agree. Indeed, it had been an evening of magic. But she didn’t understand… if this is how he remembered that night, why didn’t he call her?

She shook her head. “I’m not sure if I–”

At the loud crunch of gravel, they both turned to watch a car pull into the parking lot, the headlights passing over them like searchlights in the night.

Evan moved to shield her from the blinding light before he smiled down at her. “Whoa… I think this is a sign we should leave. Come on, let’s get out of here.”


Never in her wildest dreams had Stephanie imagined three men would vie for her attention. And all at the same time. This just doesn’t happen to girls like her.

There’s Noah, the sweet-talking doctor who gets her heart in a flutter every time he sends her one of his smiles. But he had already made it clear commitment wasn’t his style.

Then there’s Jack, the drummer in her brother’s band. With his movie-star good looks and charming demeanor, he could easily be one of the city’s most eligible bachelors. If only he weren’t so shy. 

Finally, there’s Evan. A freelance photographer, his mysterious coming and goings leave her wondering if each time she saw him, it could be her last. But he needs to move on from the past if they’re to have a future together.

When things get even more complicated, Stephanie has two options.

Be the sensible Stephanie she’s always been.

Or let her heart lead the way.

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Meet the author, L. B. Joyce

A freelance artist by day, with designing Christmas ornaments her specialty, L. B. Joyce is also a writer by night. She loves getting lost in a good book, has redecorated almost every room in her house more times than she’d like to admit, is a prize-winning recipe contender, hates housework with a passion and will drive just about anywhere because of her fear of flying.

To keep up with the news about the series, Twelve Months, Twelve Love Stories – A Million Decembers, For the Love of July, February’s Angel, Promise Me November, An Unexpected June, A January to Remember, September’s Moonlight Serenade, and Goodbye Heartbreak, Hello May – Check out these links: 

#Teatime with Robecca Austin and an excerpt from a slow-burn alien romance

Do you enjoy a good slow burn with your romance? I hope you do! This week, we are reading an excerpt from Kayelle Allen’s book. It’s an alien romance, y’all. I hope you enjoy it.

Meet the heroine from Crystal Clear Truth

Though she ached to slam it, Shohn Lexius eased her office door shut, then took a civil and polite step back. Hissing, she swiped the air with her claws and stuck the smallest ones straight up.

Claws retracted, she stalked to the narrow window, braced her hands on the sill and pressed her forehead to the glass. The spring sun offered no heat. And why? Because on human worlds, builders installed special glass so their precious little sun wouldn’t hurt their precious fragile skin.

Humans. Honestly.

Oh, all right, she’d admit human skin was sleek. Nice to stroke. She even liked its smoothness against her tongue, but come on. Would it hurt to let in a little heat?

Humans protected themselves from such trivial ‘dangers’ as sunbeams. On this world, indoor temperatures never fluctuated. And forget opening a window.

Not on the seventieth floor of the city’s tallest building.

She laid back her ears, aching for the fresh air of her homeworld. The freedom of a hynder beneath her, galloping full speed in sunshine along the beach. Charging through the forests, cantering in the rain. A purr rumbled in her chest at the memories.

Working up an honest sweat mucking out stalls, tending the stock, shoulder to shoulder with family, everyone laughing and singing. Accepting her word that when she asked for something, she should get it. No one telling her how much money she could spend or asking why she needed it. She reined in her thoughts. That was her old self talking.

The person of privilege her family had reared her to be, not the fighter for equality she’d become. Sometimes, though, living off-world rankled. Here she was, a Kin warrior with the honor blade at her side to prove it, stuck working in a human-oriented office on the capitol planet of what she’d once considered her people’s enemy.

Well, she’d brought this on herself, hadn’t she? She’d left her homeworld of her own accord. It was her fault she spent every day with round-eyed humans whose ears could hear a third less than her own. A race oblivious to the overpowering reek of its own species.

A Kin’s sense of kahlah caught the scent of human lies no matter how small. A handy skill during interrogations. She knew before humans spoke if they would try to pull a fast one, and they all tried. As for the tartness of their fear, well, a clawed Kin had better get used to that pretty fast, because a fanged smile was no help whatsoever.

A knock at the door pulled her back to the here and now. She picked up a notereader tablet and fanned herself, dispersing any scent of frustration she might have released.

After straightening her green-and-black uniform jacket, she squared her shoulders. “Come.”

Crystal Clear Truth

How can you trust when your own truth is a lie?

Shohn has only one goal: live a lie-filled life undercover. The elite head of security permits herself no family ties and few friends. But when firestorm scientist Joe needs help to locate his birth mother, and hires Shohn, she begins to rethink her rule of isolation.

Unknown to them, their intensive search triggers an alert that brings powerful, dark forces into play. Every attempt to uncover the truth results in more cover ups. But why? Who is this young woman, and who is the unknown person or power foiling Shohn and Joe’s attempts to find her?

But maybe the better question is–what is she?

*Crystal Clear Truth – A slow-burn, forced proximity scifi alien romance set in the far future, in an empire full of treachery and secrets…

*If you like books with take-charge feline heroines and solid romance plots, this happy-ever-after friends-to-lovers story is for you.

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Send a screenshot of your preorder before April 25th and when the book releases, you’ll get a bonus book that won’t be available to the public until June.

About the Author

Kayelle Allen writes stories filled with misbehaving droids, immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She is the author of multiple books, novellas, and short stories, a US Navy veteran, and has been married so long she’s tenured.Become a Tarthian Empire citizen (or an immortal) and help rule the Empire at
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