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Too Close for Comfort by Lynne MarshallToo Close for Comfortnerfafinaltransp_web
The Wild Rose Press


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Dissove the partnership…or renegotiate between the sheets…

Blurb: Joy Waltham is stressed out. Before she can expand her business empire, she needs her ex-husband’s signature dissolving his silent partnership. A trip to Maine to find her ex, get the signature, and chill out seems ideal. But instead of relaxing, Joy winds up in the middle of a mystery—and wrapped in the overprotective arms of Comfort’s chief of police—her ex-husband.

After retiring from LAPD, Paul Donovan took charge of tiny Comfort’s police department. Bored senseless, he’s still not ready for chaos in the form of his ex-wife shaking up his life. Joy arrives just in time to meddle in his investigation of a string of accidental deaths. Now forced to work together, Joy and Paul confront some unexpected challenges.

It’s emotional deja vu as they dig through their thorny past, reawaken old sexual attraction, and face the fact they never stopped loving each other.



“It could have been crazy,” she said, straightening her shirt.

Paul didn’t believe her. She read it in his expression. They had no business reopening their past, and that was exactly what they’d do if they got it on right here right now. She stared at him, desire whispering for a reprieve. Joy cleared her head with a sigh. He swallowed. So did she.

He patted her hip, a sure sign that the party was over. “Let’s go.”

Not quite understanding what had come over her in the first place, she attempted to sound upbeat. “Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

She pulled up her corduroy pants while Paul backed out of the car, ass first. He tucked in his shirt and pulled off his knit cap then scratched his head. He made a sound in his throat like a quiet self-deprecating curse. With lips drawn tight, and eyes crinkled at the corners, he stepped back while she crawled out.

“So what’d we learn from this?”

He didn’t waste a beat as he opened the passenger door for her. “That I had no business bringing you out here.”

She stopped close by his face, and ran her hand along the jaw that had just rubbed her cheek raw. She caught a whiff of his aftershave mixed with a surge of testosterone, and wished she’d had the chance to breathe more of him. “You’re right, Mr. Straight and Narrow,” she said, staring at him, her mouth still tingling from his kisses. “This was probably a mistake. Heaven forbid we should have some mind-numbing sex for old time’s sake.”

Romantic Times: “Marshall has a knack for writing stories that target her middle-age audience to a tee. The finely detailed characters and situations may even lead readers to believe parts of the story are based on their own lives…the finish is as warm and satisfying as a bowl of fresh “chowdah.”

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Romancing the Book – A Rose that Rules All!

My Book Addictions – 4 stars

Single Titles – 5 Stars

Coffee Time Romance – 4 Cups

Contemporary Romance Reviews – 5/5

Between the Pages – 4 Stars – a Keeper!

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Finalist in the Colorado Romance Writers’ Award of Excellence contest, 3rd place in Ancient City Romance Authors Heart of Excellence Readers’ Choice Contest, and 2nd place in the Wisconsin Write Touch Readers’ Award contest – Mainstream with Strong Romanctic Elements category

Romantic Times Review4 STARS, R.T. Magazine.

Smart Bitches blog Over Forty Romance Discussion  Follow the link for an interesting discussion, plus recommendations for other older character romances.


D’Anne Palmer and her husband had a life others dream of—traveling the US in a luxury forty-foot motor coach, going where they wanted. But his sudden death leaves D’Anne a widow with her only asset being the motor home. Without funds to return to California, she decides to hire out the RV.

Tyler White was a “one-hit-wonder” ten years ago. At a crossroads, he decides to attempt a comeback. He’s hoping the three-week tour he’s put together will reignite his career. All he needs now is some cheap transportation, and the widow with the RV might just fit the bill.

D’Anne and Tyler discover a lot about themselves—and each other—as they journey from Nashville to Las Vegas, via Texas, with the band and Tyler’s dog. Can close quarters really help a has-been singer on the comeback trail and a widow with California style find love?


Long and Short Reviews
“If you’re in the mood for a funny, touching and amazing story, then One for the Road is not to be missed. It’s full of heart, wit and charm.”

Romantic Times Reviews
“…a delightful, feel-good story that will have you grinning from beginning to end.”

Romancing the Book
“Since country music was a large part of the storyline I didn’t expect to like this book as much as I did. One for the Road had plenty of adventure along with romance and heartache. Marshall made the characters real with strengths, flaws, successes and failures. She wove love, friendship and family in so well that you had no choice but to root for Dee and Tyler to come out on top along with the rest of the band members. The book flowed, introducing characters throughout as well as some mystery. I enjoyed this book and look forward to reading others by Lynne Marshall.

Joan’s Boomer Blog


D’Anne grinned at Tyler. “It really is a great song, Ty,” she whispered, using Bear’s term instead of Tyler’s full name.

“Is that so, Slick?” He moved from sitting on the picnic table to right next to D’Anne on the bench. His arm crept around her shoulders. “Well, why don’t you tell me exactly how great it is?”

She felt young, silly, and filled with awe. “How did you do it?”

“What?” His face was much too close for comfort. She caught a trace of his spice-scented aftershave mixed with a long night on the stage. Dappled in shadows, he had deep creases on either side of his mustache and looked all man.

“Write a song in one day. A great song!” She leaned into his body and relaxed.

“Sometimes things just come to me.” He set his hat on his knee. “You made this one happen, Dee.”

“Really?” She felt thirty years younger, busting with silly pride and admiration for Tyler. Gee, did I really?

He turned his head and looked into her eyes. She smelled the drink they’d shared on his breath and longed to taste it with her lips. His skin looked smooth yet broken-in. He had a kind face when he wasn’t so busy trying to look stern. She heard him quietly swallow.

Even now his eyes beamed clear and deep under the starlight. He regarded her with interest and subtle intensity. She wanted to take a deep breath in and sniff the good-smelling cowboy…all over.

For an excerpt of Chapter One go here

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