Meet an author edition!
Hello friends! I want to introduce you to an author I think you'll love.
Do you like romance with a touch of danger? I have a treat for you.
Meet Breanna Lynn. I'll let her introduce herself:
Hi, I’m Breanna Lynn, the girl with her nose in a book growing up who ended up an author.
I write steamy contemporary romance and romantic suspense and every book has its own playlist—because music is what feelings sound like. When not trying to get words on the page, I’m either at my day job or managing my zoo—my two sets of twins that are seventen months apart, my boyfriend, his son, and our three cats and two dogs.
I have an unhealthy addiction to coffee, love popcorn, rom-coms, and Jane Austen (not necessarily in that order) and watching bad reality TV.
If you love swoony heroes, heroines with a quiet strength, and stories that show the power of love—you’re in the right place.
And her book Detective for the Debutante
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Tropes:
- Romantic Suspense
- Age Gap
- First Responder (He’s a Detective)
- Damsel in Distress
- Fling Turned More
- Tattooed MMC
- She Falls First, He Falls Harder
- Gaelic Terms of Endearment
- Protector Vibe
- Friend’s Little “Sister”
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Blurb:
A steamy first responder, AGE GAP, romantic suspense.
He swore he’d never fall in love… until she became the only thing worth falling for.
Leigh Whittaker was never supposed to mean anything more than a memory—a woman I helped rescue, my friend’s younger sister.
Sweet. Off-limits. A line I promised never to cross.
But then something shifted.
A glance. A touch. A feeling I couldn’t ignore.
Now I can’t stop thinking about her.
Being near her feels like gravity—like coming home when I didn’t even know I was lost.
Her world is unraveling, and mine isn’t far behind. She won’t admit she’s in danger, and I’m barely holding my own life together. But somehow, in the chaos, she’s the calm. The light. The only thing that makes sense.
I told myself I’d never fall in love.
But what if the one woman I never saw coming…is the one I was always meant to find?
Get a little taste of Detective for the Debutante:
“You were so young when it happened. I worried about you.” I start to lift to my tiptoes, ready to kiss him after standing here staring at each other for so long, but his next words drop me like a rock back to my feet. “All I kept thinking about was my sister. How I wanted to protect her and other girls like her.”
And that’s how he sees me. Like his little sister.
Clearing my throat, I step back, then turn back toward the inn. He falls into step beside me, and silence envelops the two of us as we walk. It’s a mixture of past and present. Of wishing he could see me as something more—a woman instead of a victim he compares to his little sister.
But I don’t regret tonight. Spending time getting to know him.
And he’ll probably still take over my imagination in private moments with my vibrator. But that’s all tonight was.
We’re at the bottom of the porch steps of the bed-and-breakfast when he rests his hand on my arm, stopping me from ascending the stairs.
“What is it?” I ask.
“This time it’s me who needs to tell you something.”
“Okay?”
“I don’t want you to read anything into this. But I also know if I don’t say something, I’ll regret it.”
He lifts his hand, his fingers sliding along a piece of hair that had fallen from my updo at some point in the evening. He tucks it behind my ear, his thumb softly grazing against my jaw, close to my lips.
“Okay?” The question comes out as a whisper.
“You’re hard to forget, Leigh Whittaker. You were beautiful then. But tonight? In that dress? I haven’t been able to focus on anything else. You’re fucking stunning, Leigh.”
“S-stunning?” I ask, stammering over the word as the moment stretches between us.
“Stunning. If I were a few years younger or you were a few years older…” He closes the distance until his chest brushes my breasts. “I have to keep reminding myself I can’t kiss you.”
My lips tingle as his gaze fastens on my mouth.
“Can’t?”
Why not? I’m absolutely on board with a kiss. With more if it turns into it.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t?” I parrot, my forehead wrinkling as I try to understand what he’s saying.
“Little Bit, don’t look at me like that.”
I try to ignore the zing his nickname gives me. It’s not flattering. Little Bit. But it wasn’t what he said, so much as how he said it. Half groan, half plea. It’s his tone that has my core throbbing to life the longer we stand here with him staring at my mouth.
“Like what?”
“Confused. Disappointed. You have a line here.” He lifts his finger, running it between my eyebrows.
I huff out a breath.
“You said you shouldn’t kiss me.”
“Yes.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m old enough to know better. Nothing can come from this. And I respect your brother-in-law too much to lead you on.”
What would Sydney do?
Lifting on my tiptoes, I bring my lips millimeters from his.
“What if I want you to kiss me? What if I’m okay if nothing can come from this?”
It’s not like I’m looking for a lifetime commitment from him either. Just to enjoy the attraction sizzling between us all night.
His sighs, the breath washing over my lips.
“I can’t.”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I can,” I murmur and lift my hands to thread through his hair as my lips fasten to his.
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🌸 Second chance at love
🌸 Single mom
🌸 He falls first
🌸 Comfort/Hurt
🌸 Ugly cry
🌸 HEA
Courage, Dear Heart is a second-chance at love romance featuring a single mom and the man who falls for her first. This story weaves together themes of comfort and hurt, love and loss, guilt and redemption, and the healing power of connection. There’s a touch of heartbreak, a lot of heart, and a guaranteed happily ever after. (Tears optional, but highly likely.)
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My friends call me Sister Callie. I'm the good girl. The responsible one who never took a risk and always did what was expected of me.
But that was before Jayden Reed stood before me, shirtless, jeans unbuttoned, and a sinful smile that promised to do wicked, wicked things to me.
I want him. I want to be reckless. I want one wild night. Consequences be damned, it’s time to be a bad, bad girl. Except I never imagined the consequences would come with a side of murder.
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"The love of books is a love which requires neither justification, apology, nor defense." —.A. Langford
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Until next time!
Thank you for being a loyal reader and part of this incredible journey. Your support and love for stories means the world to me.
May your year be filled with unforgettable tales, and may every book you pick up be a five-star adventure.
Happy reading!
Much love,
Erica
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