NIGHTINGALE - An anthology for the Ukraine
- aleatharomig
- Apr 4, 2022
- 4 min read
There's over 800 pages of original stories from bestselling authors, so order your copy now.
NIGHTINGALE is a romance anthology with over FIFTY original, never-before-seen stories from bestselling authors. 100% of the royalties will be donated to relief and human rights organizations working in Ukraine. NIGHTINGALE is only available for a limited time, so one-click your copy before it's gone.
AUTHORS INCLUDE: Katee Robert, Siobhan Davis, Robin Covington, Xio Axelrod, Vanessa Vale & Renee Rose, Terri E. Laine, Lucy Lennox, C. Hallman & J.L. Beck, Sara Ney, Willow Winters, Rebecca Yarros, Sienna Snow, Ana Huang, Willow Aster, Pepper Winters, Piper Rayne, Rebecca Zanetti, Honey Meyer, Alta Hensley & Livia Grant, Samantha Chase, Parker S. Huntington, T.K. Leigh, Kate Canterbary, Laura Thalassa, Carian Cole, Natasha Knight & Ashleigh Zavarelli, Rina Kent, Lauren Rowe, Rachel Van Dyken, Karla Sorenson, Claudia Burgoa, Kelsey Clayton, Helena Hunting, Aleatha Romig, K.A. Linde, Carly Phillips, Meredith Wild & Chelle Bliss, Kelly Elliott, Brenda Rothert, A.L. Jackson, Jenika Snow, Katie Ashley, Amo Jones, Susan Stoker, Harloe Rae, L.B. Dunbar, Gina L. Maxwell, Tijan, Amelia Wilde, Skye Warren, Penny Reid, Susannah Nix, Caroline Peckham & Susanne Valenti, Ilsa Madden-Mills, Dylan Allen, Kandi Steiner, Raine Miller, Toni Aleo, Natalie Wrye, Debra Anastasia, Brittney Sahin, Heidi McLaughlin, Melanie Moreland, Jay Crownover, Catherine Cowles, Roni Loren, Shantel Tessier, Aly Martinez, Julia Kent, Jennifer Probst
All royalties from this project will be donated to relief and human rights organizations working in Ukraine. We aren't affiliated or endorsed by these charities. We are simply authors who want to help.
GRAVITY... my contribution.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Adelaide Montague and Oren Demetri. Wait until you see the VIP guest list!
SNEAK PEEK at GRAVITY....
Charli Demetri
Staring at the website, I marveled at the responses to Mom and Oren’s wedding. After all these years, even more if I went back to before…before it all, my mother had finally agreed to marry. From the first time I saw her with Oren—or Oren with her—I knew there was more between them than she’d ever had before.
I couldn’t blame my mother for being hesitant about marriage. After all, as a two-time widow from two loveless marriages, my mother was burnt. While I’d been much more fortunate in the love category, until Oren, a father’s love was something I only remembered in childlike dreams. Despite my mother and father’s relationship, I knew he loved me. He died when I was young and memories fade. Mother never shied from telling me stories of him reading bedtime stories, swimming in the pool, and picnics near the lake at Montague Manor.
Her second husband, the marriage that was arranged by my grandfather Charles Montague, was barely worth the breath it took to say his name—which I wouldn’t. That brought me to Oren Demetri.
There was something about the man from the first time we met. The father of my boyfriend/contract owner—never mind, that was complicated too. The father of my sexy and loving husband, Oren was an enigma. His background was complicated, yet despite what Nox thought at the time, Oren was a man capable of immense love, whether for his first wife—Nox’s mother—his son, daughter, daughter-in-law, grandchildren, or the woman who captured his heart at a time he believed himself incapable of love—my mother—Oren loved fiercely. Through the years, his capacity to heal and love became more evident.
Oren never rushed Mom. He didn’t push her to take his last name. He saw her in a way that no other man had. Oren saw my mother for her beauty and talents, a woman beyond his means, and a gift to be treasured. If that meant that they would live and love until their dying day remaining unmarried, Oren was there for the ride, sitting beside Mom, and holding her hand.
Imagine our surprise after all these years when Mom called to tell Nox and me that she and Oren were going to marry. Her plan was for a small private ceremony at the Manor. She wanted Nox, me, our children—Angelina, Dominic, and Janie—Silvia, and her husband to be present.
It took some convincing, but Nox and I won. We convinced our parents to let us throw them a wedding. We promised it wouldn’t be too large or ostentatious. The world needed the opportunity to celebrate the union of two damaged souls who over the last decade made one another whole.
The venue was set. Woodland Cliffs Country Club in Monterey, California. Sitting on the coastline, it was a spectacular private country club. Working with their new director of services, Rae Watson, I hoped we’d planned a wedding and reception worthy of the two people who loved our family unconditionally.
Sitting in my office in our home in Rye, New York, I began to count the affirmative responses as my stunningly sexy husband entered. He’d aged since our first encounter, but like a fine French wine, time only made him bolder, stronger, and better.
“Have you seen Angi?” he asked.
Angelina Demetri, named after Nox’s mother, was ten years old and a bundle of energy with a vocabulary that rivaled college students. She had both her parents’ love of learning and an uncanny ability to get her way. Nox said she’d gotten that skill from his father. Now looking at the website, I believed Nox was right.
Oren Demetri finally got his way.
“She’s next door at Lindsey’s,” I replied.
Nox took a deep breath. “I thought we said no playdates on school nights.”
I grinned. “She had a very convincing argument.”
My husband shook his head, his light blue eyes shining my way. “She’s only ten. We’re in so much trouble.”
“Dominic and Janie are upstairs with Jane.”
In only a few strides, Nox was at my side, peering over my shoulder. Sweeping away my long auburn hair, his firm lips came to my neck, sending goose bumps over my flesh and causing my nipples to tighten.
His deep voice sparked nerves, setting off explosions throughout my body. “Since the children are occupied, we should slip away for a bit and have our own playdate.”
Turning, I met his gaze. “I love you. We can have a playdate later tonight. Look at this list.”
Nox’s focus went to the computer screen. “Look at that. The Rawlingses will be there.”
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