ROMANTIC FEASTS ANTHOLOGY
The Girls Gone Writing presents “A Romantic Feast”
Strong, spicy women.
Brewed for strength men.
And a delightful sprinkle of laughs.
In this collection you can read different genres, find new book boyfriends or girlfriends; and fall in love with a new author, or two. All while helping us raise money for The Christopher & Dana Reeves Foundation, a cause close to our hearts.
Come in, grab a glass of wine, a snack and get ready for something new and enticing. Enjoy this amazing mix of stories from authors that know what it’s like to be a boss, support their military family and laugh—even when the laughter makes them look a little crazy.
The publisher’s proceeds from Romantic Feasts will be donated in their entirety to The Christopher & Dana Reeves Foundation. Please note that Romantic Feasts and it’s authors are not affiliated with or endorsed by The Christopher & Dana Reeves Foundation.
Featured Authors: Annabella Stone - Barb Shuler - E.m. Leya - H.J. Marshall - Jas T. Ward - Tiffany Carby
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Available for preorder - Releases 10/5/21
More About The Romantic Feast Anthology & Authors
About MY Stories
A CRESCENT ROOM SHORT STORY
Lust. Love. Desire.
My life was complete—until I realized it wasn’t..
A new job brought a world full of love, lust and a devotion that I’d never had—never knew existed. The satisfaction of being with someone that thought of me and my pleasures over their own. The art of loving someone that had no qualms of showing that love in return.
But he wasn’t the only one.
Desires of the heart took me over and with that came a choice I wasn’t sure I was ready to make. Could I really be happy loving more than one person? Would I allow myself to be pulled into their embrace forever?
Because there was one certainty I had. There was no going back.
A RESCUE SERIES SHORT STORY
Fire fighter. Fiancé. Cancer patient.
I never thought I’d be in a position where I needed machines to pour poison into me to fight a disease determined to take everything from me.
I wanted to give in; let the pain win. I felt like less of a man due to this weakness.
That was the old me, though. The new me is more than ready, and willing, to pull myself up by the bootstraps. I will be the man my fiancée sees when she looks at me. We will put our gloves on and battle this cancer like we did fires. Hard and fast, pushing it back until it is nothing but ashes.
She needs me to be the warrior she fell in love with. For her, I’ll take on the world. For her—for me—I will win this battle. There is no other option.