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“I can’t.” Her voice cracked. Exhaling a heavy sigh, she stopped tapping and slumped her torso. Without the rush of adrenaline, she could barely hold up her head and definitely couldn’t fight the truth. “I don’t have the luxury of running everything on my own. Until I have a full managerial staff, I’ll be extinguishing fires and lighting other ones.”

“What happens when you do?” He lowered his brow and fixed his stare. “Don’t you want to score and direct your shows?”

She caught her bottom lip. He had a point. Growing up, she was slotted into various roles assigned by others. Starting her business, she seized control of her choices. Agreeing to share the responsibilities and consult with a partner had never been part of her plan. Could she share her dream? “To be honest, I don’t know. At some point, I’d like to return to the productions. When the time comes, maybe we collaborate, or we have another conversation about roles. We’re talking a long way off.”

He crossed his arms and nodded. “I’ll consider your offer on one condition.”

When he spoke, his gray-blue eyes lightened, matching the turquoise she’d painted the backdrop Atlantic Ocean. Her heartbeat quickened, and her mouth went dry. Anything. She swallowed, snapping to attention. “What’s your requirement?”

“Change the name. It’s confusing. You aren’t operating a hotel. People aren’t staying overnight.”

“Fair point.” She nodded. “Do you have any suggestions?”

“I do.” He stuffed both hands in his pockets and shrugged. “What about Holidays, Inc .?”

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Love Overboard By Rachelle Paige Campbell Contemporary Romance Paperback & ebook, 202 Pages February 24th 2020 by Wild Rose Press

Forced to share a stateroom with her ex-fiancé, Caitlyn fakes amnesia to stay on board her dream Alaskan cruise. Torn over deciding his future, Cruise Director Gregory tumbles into helping her. As they grow closer, unspoken secrets threaten to rip them apart, for good.

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Excerpt

Breathe in, breathe out.

Caitlyn slowed her breathing and willed calm to her tingling limbs and her pounding heart. After disembarking the ship, she and Greg boarded a bus to the airfield. Her fear of heights didn’t extend to flying in commercial aircraft. During the thirty-minute drive, she watched a safety video and signed waivers about accidental death. She reconsidered her opinion.

Standing in a group of eager tourists, she studied the scene. Ice-capped green mountains surrounded the large flat landing pad. Across the pavement, the helicopters gleamed in the bright sunshine. The choppers looked well cared for and innocuous, but she didn’t know the quality of the parts or experience level of the pilots.

Greg bumped her with his shoulder.

She caught her lip with her teeth. If she showed her fear, then he wouldn’t force her to board the deathtrap. They were barely acquaintances, but she knew him. From under her lashes, she studied his chiseled features and noted the concern in the line forming between his brows. How could she share such bone-deep understanding with a stranger? “I’m fine. Just a little anxious to get underway.”

“I’m sure.” He nodded. “You’ve waited a long time for this excursion.”

Longer than you know. She pulled back her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I’m excited.”

“Come on.” He lowered a hand to her shoulder. “They’re waving us over.”

He dropped his hand and brushed her fingers. If she grabbed his hand, would he pull free? Or would he squeeze her hand in reassurance? She crossed her arms and trailed him to their designated helicopter.

Excerpted from Love Overboard by Rachelle Paige Campbell. Copyright © Rachelle Paige Campbell. Published by Wild Rose Press.

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Rachelle Paige Campbell writes contemporary romance filled with heart and hope. No matter the location—big city, small town, or European kingdom—her feel-good stories always end with a happily ever after. She’s grateful for the support of her family, her robot floor cleaner, and her reluctant writing partner (her dog).

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“May I help you?” Her voice cracked.

“I’m not sure.” He swiveled his head, scanning the entire room. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugged. “I must have wandered into the wrong building.”

“Oh, of course.” She stopped tapping and lifted the corner of her mouth in an approximation of a friendly smile and relaxed her shoulders. With her lifetime experience of constantly meeting new people at auditions and on sets, she should be used to the basic conventions of polite introduction. Six months of interacting with the same faces, however, she’d grown rusty. “I’d be glad to guide you to the right building but…” She pursed her lips. Why was he so familiar? His eyes glinted like chrome and triggered some recognition past her memory’s reach. Did she know him? “Since you’re here, do you mind helping me?”

He stood taller and puffed out his chest. “Do you need me to move something?”

She scanned the muscles straining under the basic T-shirt. He probably purchased a multi-pack on a grocery run, yet the cotton hugged like a custom fit highlighting a trim figure. As she met his gaze, she spotted the fine lines around his eyes. He was definitely a few years older than her, but not by much.

Her chin trembled. “No, no, heavy lifting.” She smoothed a stray tendril behind her ear, brushing her fingers against her warm cheeks.