Single mother
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Seasons of Love by Ginnie Carmichael
Elsie seems to be the only person Alex is willing to let into his life. She wants to be with him more than anything, and is ready to give him the space he needs to confront his demons. What she doesn’t know is that the man she is slowly falling in love with might need more time than she can give.
Alex has been at rock bottom for far too long and Elsie seems to be the only person who can put some sunshine in his days. That is, until he realizes that she wants commitments he’s not yet ready to make. Dealing with his past is harder than ignoring it, but he’s going to have to face it if he wants to be with Elsie.
They both deserve a happy ending, but are they willing to put in the effort to make it work? Is their love for each other stronger than everything that tries to break them apart?
Pumpkin: a Cindermama Story by Ines Johnson
Single mother Malika “Pumpkin” Tavares lost faith in fairytales after she fell for a toad. Now she believes she’s not cut from the storybook, heroine cloth and searches for Mr. Good Enough amongst the sidekicks and supporting men of the town.
Love at first sight isn’t a cliche for town royalty Armand “Manny” Charmayne. For generations the Charmaynes have spotted their soulmates by seeing a golden aura the first time they laid eyes on The One.
When Manny meets Pumpkin he sees…nothing, but sparks fly off the richter scale. The more he gets to know her the more he considers defying fate, if only he can convince her to take a chance on love again.
Trust Fall: Book One of The Trust Trilogy by Tess Quince
I didn’t know what I needed. Then he gave it to me.
I was doing okay, not great, but okay. I was a single mom with a five year old son. I had a successful, professional career that allowed me to provide a good home for both of us. My son’s father, my man-child ex-husband Josh, had come back into our lives.
Ben Sheppard was only in town for a month. Handsome, confident and perceptive, he saw the woman I didn’t know I was. He saw what I needed and wanted.
Then he gave it to me.
I thank him every day for that.
This is my story, my autobiography. I tell it honest as I can. I’ve changed the names to protect myself and my family. Otherwise, the story is written as I lived it.
