Wednesday, May 14, 2014


Second chances don’t come around often, especially not in a town known for its scandals, and almost definitely not with the one that got away, but Morgan and Charlie get theirs in Elley Arden’s latest Harmony Falls novel, MARRYING THE WRONG MAN. Will they take the chance and make it work? This is a story that’ll tug at the reader’s heartstrings!

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by Elley Arden

Author Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May12th, 2014
Word Count: 50,000words
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Format: Digital eBook
ISBN: 9781440579639

Synopsis: Morgan Parrish returns to Harmony Falls after her spectacle of an almost wedding and her father’s colossal fall from grace. She’s broke and infamous. But that’s nothing compared to the secret she’s been keeping.

Life is finally on the upswing for Charlie Cramer. He’s sober and chef of Chargrilled Bistro. But his peace is shattered, when the woman he loves—the woman who left him—shows up in town with shocking cargo: the baby he’d begged her to keep and raise with him.

When fate steps in and Morgan takes a job working in Charlie’s bistro, things heat up—in and out of the kitchen. Can they learn to trust each other enough to love again? And is that love enough to keep them up when everyone else is trying to tear them down?

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About Elley Arden:

Elley Arden is a born and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English toffee is the key to happiness.

Elley writes provocative, emotional, contemporary romances, where Mr. Not-My-Type ends up being Mr. Right.

Excerpt: Unfinished business
 A few seconds later, Charlie heard a door click open and the words, “Good luck to you.”
He met Bryce’s wide eyes as the man exited his office with a woman behind him. Charlie’s heart hammered against his rib cage. She wore her dark hair in a ponytail—something Morgan never did—and the baggy sweatshirt was wrong, too. But he’d have known that face anywhere.
Her mouth opened when she saw him. Maybe his did, too. He was so numb he couldn’t feel a damn thing except the vicious thrashing in his chest.
“Well, well, Charlie Cramer, isn’t this a surprise?” Bryce grinned. “I’ll be right with you.”
Morgan stepped toward Charlie, looking different enough he couldn’t help but stare. It took him a few seconds to realize she wasn’t wearing makeup—not a stitch. For a woman who used to leave smudges of color on his white T-shirts after a hug, it was a shocking change. Was she sick? He used to pray she’d pay for agreeing to that wedding her father wanted and choosing Justin over him, then leaving town the minute they actually got their chance to be together. But he didn’t want her to be ill.
“Charlie,” she rasped. “I’m … ” her mouth closed, and he watched the muscles of her throat move as she swallowed, “visiting my aunt.”
Which was weird, too. The high and mighty Parrishes had stayed far away from Kitty’s reclusive sister, Phyllis.
“5w20,” Roberta said. Her voice ended in a whoop, and the plastic container thudded loudly on the counter.
He might have things to say to Morgan, but he wasn’t going to say them here in front of an eager audience.
Reaching into his back pocket, he grabbed his wallet and tossed a twenty onto the counter. “Thanks, Roberta.”
“I’m going to call you,” Morgan said.
Charlie clenched his jaw. Two years too late. He gave Morgan a curt nod but otherwise stood stock still until she and Bryce left the building.
“I should’ve warned you.” Roberta handed him his change. “I was hoping they’d stay in the office long enough for you to get out without seeing her. It must be hard. Is that the first time you’ve seen her since she left town? ”
Charlie’s nostrils flared. He didn’t like to share details about his life or talk about his feelings with people close to him. He sure as hell wasn’t going down that road with an auto parts store cashier. Small towns. These people needed to mind their own business.
A growl caught in the back of his throat as he retreated.
It wasn’t until he stepped out of the building, clutching the quart of oil, that his head cleared enough to go on the attack again. Phone call, my ass. He wasn’t waiting around to hear from her.
Charlie jumped into his truck and headed for Phyllis Marion’s farmhouse. They had unfinished business.


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