Diverse Romance Novels by Elle Wright

22 May


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There was never a time when Elle Wright wasn’t about to start a book, wasn’t already deep in a book—or had just finished one. She grew up believing in the importance of reading, and became a lover of all things romance when her mother gave her her first romance novel. She lives in Michigan.

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Wherever You Are (The Jacksons of Ann Arbor) by Elle Wright
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Take a second chance on me…

Avery Montgomery created a hit show about her old neighborhood, but there’s one secret she can’t reveal: the reason she left town. Avery felt like an outsider in Dr. Elwood Jackson’s world, thanks to his brother’s disapproval. Elwood has never forgiven Avery for leaving. But when a crisis lands her in El’s emergency room, passion sparks hotter than before. Will it be too late for another chance at love?


Wherever You Are Excerpt

“Duty calls,” she mumbled to herself with a quick roll of her eyes.

“No time to greet your fans?”

Avery tripped and almost hit the floor. Fortunately for her, that smooth baritone voice belonged to someone whose reflexes were unrivaled. His smell wrapped around her brain while his strong arms snaked around her waist, preventing her fall.

She backed out of his warm grasp quickly and tugged on her suit jacket. When her gaze met his, she knew he’d felt the spark, too. It was like a bolt of lightning whenever they were within arm’s distance of each other.

Dr. Elwood Jackson. Still fine as ever.

A sexy smirk flashed across his face before it was replaced with…apathy. “Avery,” he greeted her.

“El,” she replied, willing the warmth that had pooled in her belly away. “What are you doing here?” Avery gestured to the guard, and waved him off. The burly, six-foot-two man stepped back, giving her and El some space.

“Maybe I just wanted to come and see for myself if you were real. Or if you were a figment of my imagination.”

The barb hurt, but she didn’t blame him. The last time they’d seen each other hadn’t been pleasant. In fact, she’d rate it as one of the worst moments of her life.

Three years hadn’t been long enough to erase the hurt or the longing she felt simply being in his presence.

Massaging her aching temple, she answered, “Touché.”

They stood in silence, each of them taking the other in. His gaze traveled down the length of her body, causing the hairs on her arms to stand on end and her stomach to do the crazy flips it always had when he was near. Like a magnet, his pull made her want to step forward, right into his arms. She wouldn’t, of course. Too much had happened between them to ever go there again.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern now shining in his dark orbs. “You look like you don’t feel well.”

“I’m fine,” she lied, knowing he wouldn’t believe her. He’d always been able to see right through her. Except the one time he didn’t.

“Good speech,” he told her.

“Thanks. I was nervous.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

This wasn’t right. Awkward conversation wasn’t something she’d ever have associated with the two of them. Not even on the day they met had their conversation consisted of averted gazes and start–stops.

“Why did you really come, El?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and she followed the motion intently. “Honestly, I don’t know. I heard you were asked to give the keynote speech, and I know it’s something you’ve always wanted to do. I guess I was just curious, interested in hearing what you had to say.”


He edged closer to her. “You said exactly what I thought you’d say.”

Avery sucked in a deep breath when he inched even closer. Swallowing, she croaked, “And what’s that?”

He shrugged. “Be open to possibilities. I wonder, though…” He brushed a hair off her forehead. His touch was feather soft, yet Avery felt like he was winding her up, pulling her at all ends.

She wasn’t sure what he was about, but she needed to do something, say something, that would put them back on an even footing. Because right then he was in control and she was…wanting him to be in control—of her body and her mind. The thought was sobering, considering it had been several years since they’d even conversed. El was still the only man who had that effect on her.

“What do you wonder?” She asked, leaning forward against her better judgment.

Sighing, El glanced at his phone. “Nothing.”

( Continued… )

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Touched by You (Wellspring Series) by Elle Wright
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Unimaginable luxury. Longstanding wealth. A powerful family empire that controls the town of Wellspring, Michigan. But three heirs are done—with all of it. Now one by one, these very different siblings are seizing control of their lives . . . and daring to find real hometown love.

Brooklyn Wells has fought her dominating father, CEO Parker Wells, every step of the way. Instead of taking her appointed place in the boardroom, she’s a social worker. Instead of living for diamonds and designer gowns, she helps her community’s poor and lost. And now she’s falling hard for the troubled newcomer who saved her life—and holds dangerous secrets . . .

For Carter Marshall, Wellspring offers a chance to put tragedy behind him and start again. Caring too much is not in the plan—until the irrepressible Brooklyn teases him to live once more . . . and recklessly lose himself in passion.

But Parker Wells has a major deal riding on his daughter’s arranged marriage. And he won’t stop at using Brooklyn and Carter’s pasts to drive them apart. As they fight scandal, betrayal, and their own vulnerabilities, will the fire between them burn even hotter—or flame out for good?


Touched By You Excerpt

The music faded and the chatter dimmed. Parker Sr. approached the podium, Patricia close to his side and . . . Sterling right behind him. Dread coated her insides as she watched the trio on the stage. What the hell is going on? When she met Parker’s concerned gaze across the room, she guessed he felt she same way.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen,” her father’s baritone voice greeted over the microphone. “I’m so glad that you’ve joined us tonight. We’re on target to meet our fundraising goal for such a worthwhile organization. But I hope you don’t mind me taking a few minutes to make an announcement and a toast. The servers will be around to make sure your glasses are filled.”

With a smile, Brooklyn took the offered glass of champagne from a short server and waited for her father to speak again. Something told her that what was coming next was a game changer.

With his glass held high, her father smiled and wrapped his arm around Sterling. “I’ve watched this young man grow into quite a remarkable young man, capable of greatness.”

Brooklyn gulped down her champagne.

“I want to congratulate him and my beautiful daughter on their engagement.”

Brooklyn choked on the champagne and it sprayed out on the woman in front of her.

“Congratulations, baby girl,” her father announced before turning to Sterling. “You will be a fine addition to the Wells family, son”

She glared at her father, standing in front of the crowded room with a satisfied Sterling. That son of a—

“Brooklyn, come here,” her father commanded from the stage.

Before she could stop herself, she shouted, “Hell, no!”

Gasps from the crowd filled her ears as her gaze met her brother’s across the room. Parker started toward her, but she backed away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw appalled older women frowning at her. But she couldn’t care. She didn’t care.

I have to get out of here. But her legs didn’t seem to want to work right. As she stumbled toward the door, as if she was stepping in quicksand, she tried to block out the loud whispers from the guests. Focused straight ahead, she finally took off at a sprint, intent on getting as far away as possible. Vaguely, she heard Parker calling her name, but if she stopped to look at him or speak to him, she’d never make it out of there.

The cold, bitter temperatures smacked her in the face when she made it outside. She hugged herself, rubbing her arms. Glancing back to see if anyone followed her, she shuffled down the street. Her dress was long, her toes were bare, and the snow was coming down, but she had to keep going. To where, she didn’t know.

Grabbing her phone, she tried to dial her friend Nicole. No answer. She typed a quick “911” text to her friend. Distracted, she started across the street. She heard the blaring horn before she saw the truck heading straight for her. She tried to run, but slipped and fell on her side. Opening her mouth to scream, she frantically searched for someone. The street was empty. Bracing herself for the impact, she prayed for mercy and forgiveness for being such a bitch sometimes.

Only there was no pain. Instead she felt like she was wrapped in a warm, heavenly cocoon surrounded by trees and ginger and . . . Gain detergent? Was she in heaven?

“Are you okay?”

Her eyes popped open and she was met with beautiful, brown, unfamiliar ones staring back at her. Her mouth fell open when she realized that she wasn’t sitting at the Lord’s feet. She was still, in fact, outside in the brittle Michigan cold, lying underneath a stranger. She bucked up and the man stood to his full height.

She peered up at him and back at his waiting hand. Sliding her hand into his, she let him pull her to her feet.

“Are you okay?” he repeated, surveying her face with a worried expression. “You were . . . I thought that truck was going to . . . I picked you up and pulled you out of the way, but slipped on ice and we both went down.”

“It’s . . . okay.” Suddenly, she felt warm again and it wasn’t because the man had taken his own coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders. She had a strong feeling it had something to do with the man himself standing before her. Brooklyn had never seen him before, but she was immediately intrigued by him, which surprised her. Maybe it was because he’d saved her life? Or maybe it was because he was fine as hell. Either way, she wanted to find out more about him.

He swayed back and forth on his feet and scanned the immediate area. “Do you need me to call anyone?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

She shook her head and waved a hand in dismissal. “No, I’m just going to head over to my friend’s place. It’s right around the corner. I’m . . . I can’t thank you enough for saving my life. I thought for sure that truck was going to take me out.”

“No worries.” His full lips held her attention as he asked her . . . Lord, she didn’t even hear what he’d said. Was it weird that she was focused on some strange man’s mouth after she’d barely escaped death?

Shaking herself from her haze, she asked, “What did you say?”

He chuckled. “Just that I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sure I have a few scrapes and bruises from the fall. But I feel okay.”

“Good to hear,” he said, glancing at his watch.

“Thanks again. I wasn’t paying attention. I was distracted,” she babbled on as she brushed the snow off her dress. “I don’t know what got into me. It’s just . . . I was trying to get as far away as I could, but I didn’t bring my coat, and Nicole didn’t answer her . . .” The rest of her sentence died on her lips when she looked up and realized she was talking to herself. The mystery man was gone.

( Continued… )

© 2018 All rights reserved. Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Elle Wright . Do not reproduce, copy or use without the author’s written permission. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only.

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