Once Again in the Falls by Becky Monson and Honeymoon for One by Jennifer Peel -- Cover Reveal

Becky Monson and Jennifer Peel are excited to share with you their gorgeous new covers for Once Again in the Falls and Honeymoon for One. Not only have the covers been updated but they have re-branded their books under a new series: A Christmas at the Falls Romance.

Each book in the series is a standalone. They can be read in any order or on their own. In order to re-brand, some minor elements were changed in the stories and new additional material was added, including new last chapters and bonus Valentine's Day chapters. The love stories between the main characters remain the same and the focus of each book. Minor plot changes include a focus on only London's and Piper's friendship. We are excited about this new direction and hope you will be too. If you already read these stories, you can visit our websites to read the Valentine's Day bonus chapters.

Also, for a limited time, we are making the books available for 99 cents. They are also available in Kindle Unlimited.

Please be sure to visit Becky's and Jennifer's Facebook pages today, as they are each doing a giveaway to celebrate the relaunch of their books.

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Honeymoon for One by Jennifer Peel

"The charm and romantic tension oozes off the pages . . ." - Lilac Queen, Romance Blogger ★★★★★ "Honeymoon for One is beautifully written, and the plot is an engaging one that's perfect for the holiday season. Most highly recommended." - Readers Favorite ★★★★★ Is there room for two on this honeymoon for one? Piper Wyatt's Christmas wish is to get promoted to manager at Blackstock Hotel and Resort. Not only does the promotion mean more money, but it means more time with her son and proof that she's not such a disappointment after all. Jace Petersen, successful owner of a national chain of sporting goods stores, finds himself alone and miserable on what should have been his honeymoon. That is until he literally falls onto the lovely Piper Wyatt. He's intrigued with this woman who can fix a car in high heels. Too bad for him, he makes a horrible first impression, and Piper's not allowed to mingle with the guests. While Piper tries her best to steer clear of Jace during his stay, she can't help but notice he's not the man from their first meeting. But is he worth risking her promotion? Jace hopes so, because he'd love nothing more than to kiss Piper atop the Falls on Christmas day to see if the legend is true. Will they both get their Christmas wishes? Find out in this charming Christmas tale about finding love in the most unexpected place, a honeymoon.

Excerpt from Honeymoon for One

I stood up and made sure his head was clear before I slammed the hood shut. “I’m off to buy one. See you later.”

He stood puzzled. “You’re not going to call a tow truck or a repair shop?”

“No need. I can replace it myself for a lot cheaper.”

His smile said I was putting him on. “You can replace an alternator?”

“Sure.” At least I thought I could. I watched my dad do it once and there were YouTube videos. I walked around him to grab my purse from the car. I needed to hustle if I wanted to make it home before my parents dropped off Finn. I headed back to the hotel to see if any of my coworkers were leaving and could give me a ride. If I had to, I would bribe Ollie, who drove our courtesy van, to take me.

“Are you going to walk to get the alternator?”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Do you have someone you can call for a ride?”

“I’ll figure it out. Enjoy your evening.” As in please leave.

He continued to walk with me but didn’t respond right away. “I can take you. I rented a car yesterday.”

I glanced over at him. “I don’t think that would be appropriate but thank you.”

“Why? Are you too young? Or am I too old?”

“Probably both, but you’re a guest and . . .”

“And what?”

“People might get the wrong impression, and I can’t afford that.”

His lips curled into a devious smile. “And what impression would that be?”

“You know very well.” I stalked off.

“Let me help you.”

He caught me off guard. I stopped again, catching the sincerity in his brown eyes. “Why do you want to?”

“Because I can, and I like you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“True, but what I’ve seen so far is likable. And if it will make you feel better, I’ll let you drive so you don’t have to worry about some old man trying to lure you away.”

He got me to smile.

“Is that a yes?”

“I . . . I . . . My job . . .”

“Don’t worry about your job; I’ll talk to April if I have to.”

I blew out the breath I’d been holding. “Hand over your keys.” I held out my hand.

His eyebrow arched, only making him appear better looking. “You’re serious?”

“Very.”

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Once Again at the Falls by Becky Monson

***2018 Readers' Favorite Gold Medal Winner!*** "The chemistry is so swoony and the kisses will curl your toes!" -Katie's Clean Book Collection ★★★★★"Becky Monson has written a fabulous story of friendships rekindled, talents rediscovered and, of course, romance." -Christine J ★★★★★ In one day, London Walsh finds out her ex is going to be her boss and that her parents are getting a divorce—and they want her to referee the situation. So when she’s offered the chance to spend the holidays in her old hometown of Christmas Falls, far away from all the drama, she jumps on it. But the quaint town doesn’t feel quite like the home it once was. London shed the goth image that defined her in high school long ago, but no one recognizes the woman she's become. Except for Andy Broll, London’s childhood next door neighbor. He recognizes her immediately, which sends London’s heart fluttering as she starts to see Andy in a whole different light. But when her time in Christmas Falls doesn’t go as planned, will London face it head on? Or will she find a reason to run?

Excerpt from Once Again at the Falls

“So sorry,” I said, looking toward the ground as I realized I had knocked a bag of chocolate covered almonds out of his hand. “Where did you find these?” I asked the stranger I’d just plowed into as I bent over and picked up the bag, handing it back to the man. I nearly dropped it again when I saw who the owner of the almonds was. “Andy?” The lanky boy I once knew now had broad shoulders framing his tall figure. I did a double take, wondering if I was mistaken, but it was definitely him. His same hazel eyes and dark brown hair, the same pair of square-rimmed glasses he always wore perched on his nose. This was Andy Broll, for sure. He looked at me, and I braced myself for the who-the-heck-are-you response I was surely about to get. “London?” he asked, pulling his brows together. “London Walsh?” “Yes,” I said, feeling a sudden desire to jump up and down and squeal like a sorority sister. “You recognize me?” “Yeah . . . yes, of course,” he said. A full smile took over his face as his eyes moved over me, taking me all in. “How are you here?” he asked. “I took a plane,” I said, a teasing grin on my face. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms wide to give me a hug, and I so needed a hug right then. I basically threw myself into his arms. It wasn’t graceful in the slightest, but it was exactly what I needed. The hug was tight, warm, and genuine. Andy felt strong and manly. There was some definite muscle action happening there. This was nothing like the skinny kid I used to hang out with. “I’m so happy you recognized me,” I said as we pulled out of the hug. “Why wouldn’t I recognize you?” he asked, a confused look on his face. “No one else has so far,” I said, adding a super pathetic shrug for emphasis. “Well, I mean, your hair is different,” he said reaching up and gently touching a lock of my brown-highlighted hair. “Yeah, I got rid of the black,” I said, feeling utterly thrilled to have someone recognize me—and Andy, of all people. “And the makeup,” he made a circle around his face with his index finger. “Got rid of all that too,” I said. “I like,” he said, and I beamed. That was something he always said back in high school. “But you’re still you,” he said. “I still see London.” He smiled brightly again, and oh, how I’d missed that smile. At that moment, I couldn’t believe I had ever lost touch with him. I couldn’t even remember how it had happened.

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