Book Tour: Welcome to Paradise, by London Saint James.

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Title:  Welcome to Paradise, A Paradise Ranch Novella

Author:  London Saint James

Publisher:  Roane Publishing

Release Date:  August 18, 2014

Keywords:  Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Western, Novella, Series



Just three days before her thirtieth birthday, Acquisition Editor for Starling Press, Sutton Callaway, has buried the last of her family in the cemetery on the plot of land she inherited.

After turning down the powerful and wealthy owner of Triple Bar-S Ranch to sell her inheritance and walk away from the obligations of running one of the biggest cattle ranches in West Texas, Sutton puts her Dallas condo on the market, resigns her position from SP, packs the contents of her life into boxes, and heads for the one place filled with bittersweet memories—Paradise Ranch.

Will Sutton be able to handle the pressures of being the newly appointed cattle baroness, the rough and tumble men under her employ, and the temptation of a sexy mystery man? Or will her grandmother’s matriarchal boots be too big for her to fill?


I stepped back, biting my bottom lip, and wondered if my contraption would hold. When it did, I pumped a fist in the air. The breeze tickled my knees as I released the lacey curtain from the mangle I’d made of it. Knot free, I let loose of the rough material, watching it flutter into the room

That’s when I noticed the orange glow in the distance.

Eye’s narrowing, I gingerly moved one curtain panel aside a few inches and stared into the murky middle-ground of predawn and a stormy sky, before I focused on the unmistakable glow of the end of a cigarette.

There, just off the edge of the side porch, knee bent, with the sole of his booted foot resting against the bark of the tree, someone—who I assumed must be one of the ranch-hands I hadn’t met yet—was smoking. And, shirtless, I noted. He wasn’t looking in my direction, but up, as if studying the sky. The perfect silhouette.

When lighting crackled, the brilliance shot down the length of him. A snap shot. He casually flicked the butt to the ground, dropped his foot, and stepped away from the tree. He crushed the remnant of the cigarette into the dirt with his boot toe.

As the right side of his mouth quirked up, I frowned, wondering why he was smiling to himself. He took another step forward, causing one side of his face to be cloaked within the secrets of shadow. He took another step and I could see the well put together features of his handsome face. Sharp cheekbones, a sturdy jaw, inviting lips. I took in his mussed hair, the width of his shoulders. His biceps, defined pectorals and stomach muscles any body builder would kill for. Blue jeans—button fly.


London wrote her first short story in the second grade. Her teacher informed her parents she had a big imagination, and as far as he was concerned, having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing, so she placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while. After all, she needed to grow up and do the “sensible thing.”

Life moved on, London grew up, and the sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology. She took a serious job in the real world, doing serious things and being a responsible adult, although the need to be a little irresponsible crept in. As a result, she started scribbling again.

Happy to find her imagination was still alive and kicking, she decided to pursue writing, walked away from doing the sensible thing, took on the world of the written word, and has never looked back!

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