As sisters, they tell each other all their secrets...except one.
With divorce and infidelity hanging from nearly every branch of her family tree, Katherine Fuller sees no point in marriage. Boyfriends? Sure. Sex? Of course. Wedding vows? No, thanks. Still, when her younger sister Amy gets engaged, Katherine gathers all the enthusiasm she can. She won’t let Amy down. She’s done enough of that for a lifetime.
As the sisters embark on wedding plans, Katherine’s college love resurfaces. It nearly killed Katherine to part from sexy Irish musician Eamon more than a decade ago, but falling under his spell a second time forces her to confront everything she hid from him. The secrets surrounding her mother’s death are still fresh and raw in her mind, but one has haunted her more than the others. She can’t bear to tell anyone, especially not Amy. It could ruin far more than a wedding. It could destroy a sister’s love forever.
“Tender and touching, hot and heartfelt, Karen Booth’s Secrets of a (Somewhat) Sunny Girl is a joy to read. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I’ve rarely rooted so hard for a couple as I did Katherine and Irish crooner Eamon. This was a love story I could truly believe in!” – Tiffany Reisz, USA Today Bestselling Author
Katherine and Irish musician Eamon had a super-steamy relationship 11 years ago that ended abruptly when she had to return to the US. Now he’s back in her life, but has been out on the road for a month. This is his return to see her in New York.
At ten on Sunday morning, Eamon showed up at my apartment dressed as the man in black. Black bomber jacket, black jeans, charcoal wool scarf wound around his neck. His dark hair was pushed back from his face, showing off his now-feral beard. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. I could see how excited he was to be here. This unbelievable man was happy to see me.
“Hi.” I didn't know what else to say. I was so painfully aware of what we both wanted first from each other—everything we stopped short of doing at the Four Seasons.
He carefully set down a battered acoustic guitar case along the wall just inside the door. His canvas duffel didn't get the same treatment, forcefully flung across the floor. “I hope you had the sense not to make any plans today. We are not leaving this apartment.” His voice was rough and my head dizzied with the possibilities.
Plans. If only he knew. The sheets had been washed. Every square inch of my place was immaculate. I was not only wearing really nice underwear, it was a matching set. “I’m not dumb, you know.”
“Wasn’t saying you are. I didn’t want to take off your clothes and have you tell me you got tickets to see Hamilton.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s still impossible to get tickets.”
He smiled wide and uncoiled the scarf. “Funny. You’re funny.” He unzipped his jacket. My breaths got shallower with every tiny stretch of his skin. He looked skinny, and that made me want to feed him, but dammit, I had to focus. All the while, he didn't take his gray eyes off me. He wrapped one arm around my waist, dug the opposite hand into my hair, and nearly made me collapse on the floor with a whisper of a kiss on the corner of my mouth. There was tongue—the sweetest amount, except there was nothing sweet about it. The subtext was nothing but hot sex.
“I don't even get a hello?” I wanted to continue to be amusing or at least get my bearings before this happened. Why couldn't I shut up already and rip off his clothes?
“This ismy hello.” He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling my hips into his.
I smiled as our lips drifted closer together. “I like your hello. I like it a lot.”
“My hello misses you.” Skipping a real kiss, his mouth roamed to my neck. I closed my eyes and gave into his apparent need to torture me. Every inch of Eamon was meant for making me feel good. He was going to remind me of it. With meticulous detail.
"Rich, warm, and complex, Secrets of a (Somewhat) Sunny Girl is a story for anyone who's ever lost her way, a story about being found again, about what it means to believe you deserve to love and be loved."
– Serena Bell, USA Today Bestselling Author of Head Over Heels
About the author:
Karen Booth is a midwestern girl transplanted in the South, raised on ‘80s music and repeated readings of Forever by Judy Blume. An early preoccupation with rock ‘n’ roll led her to spend her 20s working her way from intern to executive in the music industry. When her kids came along, she traded late nights for early mornings, writing contemporary romance and women’s fiction. Karen was a finalist for RT Magazine’s Series Romance of the Year and Gold Seal of Excellence, and the 2018 National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award. Her books have been translated into seventeen languages.
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About Bring Me Back: Nearly forty, Claire Abby had thought life would be a whole lot smoother by now. Single parenting her college-bound daughter is trying, her journalism career is fading, her sister’s a handful, her dad is worse, and her mom has been gone so long it’s hard to remember what it was like when she was here.
So it’s both a lucky break and a jaw-dropping distraction when Claire lands an interview with British rock star Christopher Penman. Claire spent her teenage years fantasizing he was her boyfriend. In person, Chris is everything Claire feared—off-the-charts sexy, ridiculously charming, and utterly nerve-wracking. He's not about to discuss the rumors he’s dodged for a decade. She must earn his trust and unearth the truth, but she never banked on the heartbreaking secret behind it.
His blockbuster story is her first priority when she returns home, a nearly impossible task when Christopher starts calling. And flirting. There's no denying his wit or his buttery British accent, and once she agrees to see him, it's beyond anything her teenage brain ever imagined. But when Christopher's painful past repeats itself, can Claire smooth out her life and save the man she could never forget?