Discover the magic of New York Times bestseller Melissa Foster's writing, and see why millions of readers have fallen in love with The Love in Bloom Series.
In SISTERS IN BLOOM...
Kaylie Snow has always been the fun, flirty, pretty sister. Now her burgeoning baby bump, hormone-infused emotions, and faltering singing career are sending her into an unexpected identity crisis. Watching her older sister, Danica, glide through a major career change and a new relationship with the grace of a ballerina, Kaylie's insecurities rise to the forefront--and her relationship with fiance Chaz Crew is caught in the crossfire.
Chaz Crew has everything he's ever wanted: a lovely fiancEe, a baby on the way, and soon, the film festival he owns will host its biggest event ever. When he's called away to woo the festival's largest sponsor--and the lover he's never admitted to having--secrets from his past turn his new life upside down.
With her baby shower around the corner and her fiance's big event looming, the pressure is on for Kaylie to pull herself together--and for Chaz to right his wrongs. In a few short weeks, the couple who had it all figured out will learn things about life and love that may change their minds--and their hearts.
All Love in Bloom novels are written to stand alone without any unresolved issues or cliffhangers. Love in Bloom features alpha male heroes and sexy, empowered women. They're flawed, funny, passionate, and relatable to readers who enjoy contemporary romance and women's fiction. Characters from each sub-series appear in future books.
Love In Bloom Series
The Bradens at Weston
The Bradens at Trusty
The Bradens at Peaceful Harbor
The Bradens & The Montgomerys (Pleasant Hill - Oak Falls)
Wild Billionaires After Dark
Bad Billionaires After Dark
The Whiskeys & Tru Blue
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Kaylie Snow didn’t just have to tinkle. She had to pee. If she wasn’t out of bed in two minutes, she’d very likely not make it to the bathroom, and then she’d have to explain to her fiancé why the carpet was wet. She pulled the sheet over her naked, burgeoning belly and sat up, watching Chaz’s chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath. She stifled the urge to lean over and kiss his barely parted lips. He’d been working so hard; he really did deserve to sleep in. The morning light streamed through the curtains, reminding her of the morning after they’d first met. Surely her bladder could wait one small minute while she savored those memories. She’d had far too many margaritas celebrating her best friend Camille’s impending wedding, and Chaz had been only mildly tipsy when they’d left Bar None together and headed to his place. She remembered thinking that she wanted to run her hands through his wavy blond hair, which set off his ocean-blue eyes like jewels. And she’d desperately wanted to kiss him, just as she did now.
She’d waited a long time for that first kiss. They talked until five in the morning, whentucked perfectly into the curve of his arm, her head against his muscular chestthey’d fallen asleep on the couch in his living room. When she awoke, the sun was warming the room, and his unkissed lips slightly parted as he slept. She could feel their connection as if it were another person in the room, and she’d known in her heart that she’d found the man she’d one day marry. She reached over now and ran her finger over the prickles of whiskers that lined the chiseled edge of his jaw.
He rolled onto his side, snuggling deeper into the pillow, and shifted just enough to jiggle her bladder. She winced, pressing the heel of her hand on the mattress to push herself to her feetnot an easy task at thirty-five weeks pregnant. As she raised herself off the bed, she felt Chaz’s hand fold into her own.
“Come back,” he whispered.
Kaylie turned, holding the sheet across her heavy breasts. “I have to pee,” she whispered.
“Then come back.” He squeezed her hand gently and then let her go.
After Kaylie went to the bathroom, she washed her hands and inspected herself in the mirror. Naked Buddha. She turned sideways. Beached whale. She turned to the rear and looked over her shoulder. Oh, God, that’s even worse. What had she been thinking last night, believing each of Chaz’s compliments about how gorgeous she looked? The evening before came tumbling back to her. The phone call from the Denver nightclub, the one she’d sung in for the last two years. Just another in a long line of lost singing gigs that she’d hoped to secure for after the baby was born. She was a good singer! Audiences loved her, and she’d never missed a single gig. She’d always dreamed of being offered a record deal; now it seemed as if her pregnancy changed everything, like she had a tattoo on her forehead that read, Don’t hire me. I’ll have a baby soon and it’ll make me unreliable. She’d cried for twenty minutes, blaming herself, the baby, and even Chaz. Later she realized she hadn’t really meant a word of it; she’d just been overwhelmed. Chaz had stuck right beside her, calm and empathetic, and she’d fallen for every one of his lines about how sexy and beautiful she looked and how wonderful of a mother she’d be. He’d reeled her right into his loving, secure arms and whisked those worries away.
Look at me. That’s it! No more sleeping naked. She ran her hands along the pockets of flesh that had somehow gathered above her waist. Jesus, I have love handles? She’d been a size five since she was a teenager. How could she have love handles? Babies grew in the uterus, not above the hip bones. What the hell is this all about?