Beautiful and successful, Lisa Dunbar didn’t need anyone or want anyone until she met Doug Bader, Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor. The lawyer was nothing that she thought she’d ever want. Stuck up, conceited, commitment-phobic, and white. When she said it was over to her family, she never expected for him to propose that same week. And never expected that she’d say yes so easily to his Southern charm.
Doug Bader, the pride of Whitman Stacks’ legal team, has never been more serious than the moment he asked Lisa to marry him. And he couldn’t be happier about that choice. With her smart attitude, strong personality, and deep convictions, she’s the perfect woman for him, no matter what anyone says about the color of her skin.

But now, with unexpected news on the way and their families weighing in on the intensity of their relationship, will the love Doug and Lisa share between them be enough to withstand the wait to their wedding, or will their Southern Romance fizzle and burn out under the hot Atlanta sun?

Chapter 12:
Lisa and Doug rose early on Saturday morning with a full day of activities scheduled.
Lisa was spoiled by the fact that Doug was always up first to make coffee. She was never one to make a big deal about breakfast but now she had to be concerned for her and the baby. Doug scurried around in his morning hyper mode when she walked into the kitchen. He stopped what he was doing long enough to give Lisa a hug and a morning kiss before moving back to the egg whites frying in the nonstick pan, no butter or salt.
“Decaf for you and 4 ounces only.”
As Lisa sat, herself at the table, Doug zipped a small teacup in front of her and kissed her on the forehead.  She inhaled the brisk smell of the beans and sighed it back out. “Doug, what does your brother think about our engagement?”
Doug paused at the stove and turned to look at her with the spatula half raised. “He was a little surprised but happy for me. I’m glad we’re going to dinner at his house today.  I know him and his wife are anxious to meet the woman who took Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor off the market.”
He turned up Lisa’s favorite R & B station and started singing along. He butchered a few of the words which made Lisa laugh.  He changed to a top forty station and started singing a song that he was familiar with. He extended his hand silently requesting that she dance with him.
Grasping her hips and pulling her tightly next to him he started swaying her from side to side.  He rubbed his scratchy cheek next to hers, taking in a deep breath closing his eyes and serenading her.
Lisa’s heart was pounding fast and breakfast was the last thing on her mind as Doug had her wrapped in his arms.  She squeezed his arms tightly and looked up into his eyes.  Whatever may have been on her mind was now gone as she pulled him in tightly for a passionate kiss.
Gently moving Lisa away Doug brought himself back into focus and gazed into Lisa’s eyes.  “Breakfast first, and then, rest.”
“I’m not hungry yet.” She lightly kissed his lips.  He laughed and motioned for her to go back to the table.  She pretended to pout as he made a plate for her.
“I’m still not hungry yet.”  She said as she stood up to leave the kitchen. “I’m going upstairs.  Joining me?”
“You bet I am.”

My name is Mia Mae Lynne, author of the contemporary multicultural romance series Southern Men Don’t Fall in Love. I would love to tell you about my journey of bringing this series to life.
I started writing the books in 2008 and named the series The Chronicles of Fate. Life events happened and I had to put away the series; death of my father, 20-year marriage dissolved, unemployment, health issues, and a host of other life-changing events. Up until that time, I had eight books written. The first book was titled Tempting Fate and the series was copyrighted in 2010.
In 2015, the first release was published. The series was renamed to Southern Men Don’t Fall In Love, and the first book was retitled to Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor.  I currently have five releases in English and two releases in Spanish. El Soltero Mas Codiciado de Atlanta is in European Spanish and Spanish of America’s.
My son Carlos translated the first book into Spanish and called two of his friends to edit the books. All three books released November 4, 2015, which is Carlos’ birthday. I’m not versed in the Spanish language but both of my children are bilingual. I’m planning to have more of the series translated so if you or someone you know reads Spanish language romance books, more releases are coming at a date to be determined in the future.
I am self-published through Book & Spirit, LLC, and I release twice a year. The second release date is April 26th, which is my youngest son Marcus’ birthday. I may add additional dates in the future.
During the release of my first book, I met my current editor, Lex Hupertz. She designed my covers and edited my books. I could not stress enough the importance of an excellent editor and specifically, one that understands your writing style as well as assists you with the development of your work. It makes a difference in a decent book to a great reading.
My series is about family connections, trials, and tribulations, love, and loss. It’s also about six degrees of separation. As the series progresses, my readers will see how the characters relate to their families beyond the romance. Immediate families have a major influence on our romantic relationships which is the reason why I gave them a very present voice in the romance and don’t focus solely on the couple and their interactions with each other.

Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor – November 4, 2015
El Soltero mas Codiciado de Atlanta (Spanish versión of Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor) – November 4, 2015
Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor II – April 26, 2016
Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelor III – April 26, 2017
Fulfilling Katie’s Needs – November 4, 2016
The Man Who Needs You – November 4, 2017




Rad-Reader:  The character Jenna Reid was she based on someone you know or just a someone you come up with?

Marci:  I think all my female leads have a little bit of me in them, but overall, no, Jenna was not specifically based on anyone.

Rad-Reader:  Daniel’s character had many different levels or traits was that planned or came as you were writing?

Marci:  I’m a pantster, so nothing about the book, except certain high points are known when I start. I usually know the beginning and some events throughout, but the story just evolves as I write. I gave up writing outlines a long time ago because I never stick to them anyway.

Rad-Reader:  Did you always plan to use a café in the story or did it from your original idea?

Marci:  The first novel I ever wrote was called This Old Café many years ago. I won third place in the Texas Writers’ League Manuscript Contest. So when Jenna started appearing in the Stonehill Series (, I realized I could use that old manuscript. But when I opened it and read it, it was terrible! I used the title because I loved it, but none of the old manuscript remained.

Rad-Reader:  Was Daniel’s uncle character always part of your story or was he, someone, you added as you were writing?

Marci:  Charlie popped in unexpectedly. It was a challenge to make Daniel homeless and have anger issues but still be a ‘hero’ for my heroine. He had to have depth and be someone the reader could empathize with. Having Charlie there to discuss his past opened the door to giving Daniel a stronger history and the reader better understanding of his situation.

Rad-Reader:  When you came up with a character like Jenna, how do you make her look strong with all that she has gone through?

Marci:  We’ve all been through things, some things are just worse than others. Hopefully, we’ve grown and gotten stronger. I tried to show that in Jenna. Even though she had bad days, she did her best to get through and not give up.

Rad-Reader:  Did you write this story by using an outline or did you come up with a rough draft and just start writing?

Marci:  I’m a complete pantster. I can’t use and outline. I never stick to it anyway! I have an idea in my head and it evolves as I write. Sometimes that means major rewrites when brilliance strikes later in the story, but usually I write straight through.

Rad-Reader:  Was Janna’s brother always the antagonist in your story or did you think of using a different character?

Marci:  Marcus has always been a bit stubborn, which is how he had the patience to win Annie over in The Forgotten Path. But he’s also incredibly protective of his little sister for reasons that, again, manifested in his story—The Forgotten Path. He’s not trying to be a jerk to Daniel, he really is just trying to keep Jenna from getting hurt.

Rad-Reader:  I know that there is a lot of homeless veterans.  Was that one issue that you wanted to address?

Marci:  Veteran homelessness is definitely an issue in this country that needs to be addressed and highlighted. I brought a little light to it here, but his living situation wasn’t the main focus of the book, so I don’t feel I fully addressed that problem here, as much as acknowledged that there are good men and women on the streets that shouldn’t be so easily discarded.

Rad-Reader:  Did you research or talk with someone with PTSD?

Marci:  I always do research for my books to bring authenticity. The extent of research depends on the amount of emphasis on the subject. For PTSD, I knew quite a bit about it just from watching documentaries and reading news features, but I did research a bit more to make sure my information was accurate.

Rad-Reader:  Was Daniel’s uncle character someone that grew into a bigger role, or was it always the same?

Marci:  Charlie was never intended to have a large role in the book. I try to keep my supporting cast in the background where they belong, but Charlie was needed to give Jenna and the reader a better understanding of Daniel’s childhood.

Rad-Reader:  When you are writing a story when do you decide to bring the two main character’s together from being friends to being lovers?

Marci:  It varies with each story. For instance, in The Road Leads Back, Kara and Harry come together rather quickly because they had a history. Kara is naturally spontaneous and tends to leap before looking, which is a huge part of her personality, so it was only natural for her and Harry to jump into relationship territory more quickly than the others.

Rad-Reader:  Did you have to make very many changes from when you finished to publication?

Marci:  I self-published this series, so I had a bit more say in the final product. The editor I work with, Jeanne De Vita, has been my editor for about five years so we know each other fairly well. I bounce a lot of ideas off her and we hash things out quite a bit before I get too far into a scene. She always has great feedback, so after our first pass, I make some content changes, but for the most part, the book is very similar in production to the original storyline.

Rad-Reader:  What were your thoughts in having Daniel leaving without talking to Jenna or sending her a letter?

Marci:  Daniel needed to get his head together in order to be the man he wanted to be. Some things had transpired throughout the story that had caused him to worry that he could turn into his father. In order to prevent that, he needed to be on his own to pull himself together. I think that was an honorable thing to do—to an extent. She certainly had reason to be angry with him.

Rad-Reader:  Was it always your idea to have Daniel leave and come back?

Marci:  No, that came about as I was reaching the climax of the story. Obviously, with his PTSD, his emotions had to come to a head at some point. The things that pushed him to the edge were, as always, him trying to protect someone. But this time, he didn’t want to lose that person, so he recognized he had to take steps to prevent that. He did what he felt was the best for both of them.

Rad-Reader:  Was there anything special you did with the first check you got for writing?

Marci:  My first royalty check was for just over $93. It wasn’t much, but I was thrilled with it and treated myself to dinner…which was all I could justify out of that meager check!

Rad-Reader:  Do you come up with your own stories or does your publisher have any input?

Marci:  Other than a publisher asking me to take part in a specific series, they’ve never told me what to write. I spent the last two years writing and self-publishing my Stonehill Romance series, so I’m just now getting back into the publisher/agent game. I needed a break from that for a while. Sometimes the constant rejection (which is a given for this industry) can become daunting. I loved this series and I didn’t want a publisher telling me it wasn’t quite right, so I put it out on my own. And I LOVE every single book in this series.

Rad-Reader:  If your book was made into a movie who would you have play…

Jenna:  Lacy Chabert

Daniel:  Jensen Ackles

Daniel’s Uncle:  Louis Lombardi

Marci:  I’m not the greatest at this game, but I think Carly Pope would be adorable as:


Daniel:  Sullivan Stapleton

Daniel's Uncle:   Brendan Gleeson

Rad-Reader:  What song best describes your couple or your book as a whole?
“Somebody – Reba”

“Five Finger Death Punch – Wrong Side of Heaven”
Describes Book Overall

Marci:  Since Jenna is all about classic rock, I’d probably pick that genre.

 “Your Song” - Elton John

The Song For Overall:
  “I Want to Know What Love Is” - Foreigner

Rad-Reader:  If you could have been anything growing up what would that have been?

Marci:  I knew I wanted to write or work in broadcasting, but I didn’t start perusing it until I was in my 30s.

Rad-Reader:  Where do you like to go for a getaway?

Marci:  I love traveling. My husband and I have spent some time recently traveling to the Ozarks and that part of the country is so beautiful. We are considering retiring there.

Rad-Reader:  Does your family like that you’re a writer and does it flow with their life?

Marci:  I have two very active teenagers and a teenage foreign exchange student. I am constantly on the go—volleyball games, swim meets, theatre, band, choir…they do it all! I am the family chauffeur, cook, errand girl, etc. as well as a freelance editor ( so being able to work and write in my own time and around everyone else’s schedules works perfectly for our family.

Rad-Reader:  What time of day is your favorite time to write?

Marci:  My most creative time is midafternoon through the evening…unfortunately, that’s also my most busy time with the kids. I spend my mornings getting caught up on editing and other work, then squeeze in writing when I can in the afternoons and evenings. While I’m always picking up and dropping of kids, that does mean I have extra time in between to get some work done.

Rad-Reader:  What is your next project and when is it due out?

Marci:  I’m kind of all over the map right now. I have a new romantic suspense series that I have submitted with a publisher and am waiting to hear back. I am not doing simultaneous submission with this one right now because I want to write at least one more book before I start hitting hard, but my editor found a submissions call that she felt was a good fit, so I subbed the series with only the first book done.

I also have an erotic romance trilogy that I have with an agent right now. I’m hoping she’ll like it and want to represent it to some larger publishers.

And I’m writing a women’s fic that is so depressing I can’t open it without sobbing!

So, a little of everything right now. I do always come back to romance, but I’m trying some new things this year.

Rad-Reader:  Where can our readers buy your books?

Marci:  My website has all my books listed as well as where to buy them:

Rad-Reader:  Where can our readers find you on the Web, Links?

Thank you for your time and for a wonderful book I really enjoy reading it.

I have to say you were the first author that I have sent an invite to an interview and you sent all items asked for the next day before you even said yes or new what dates were still open.  I was so flustered I miss read your letter before my morning meds kicked in or having my second cup of coffee. LOL!  So, thanks for making my life beyond easy with this one.  Come back and use our Shout Out: An Author's Place to showcase a new book coming out anytime.  You are now a 1 Rad-Reader Misfit.  
Thanks again,




Jenna Reid purchased the Stonehill Café to prove to herself that her ex-husband was wrong...that she could make her dreams come true. Three years later, all she has is a crumbling building, no social life, and her bruised pride. 

Pride is something Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Maguire lost long ago and isn’t likely to find living in the alley behind the café. He just needs a little time to get on his feet. In the interim, keeping an eye on the overworked café owner gives him a sense of purpose. He has no intentions of making his presence known until he hears the woman screaming late one night. 

He rushes into the café but instead of finding her in dire straits, he finds a broken pipe and Jenna—soaking wet and holding a wrench. With her last bit of hope fading, Jenna accepts Daniel’s help to fix up her building, but it doesn’t take long for them to start trying to fix each other.

Jenna sat up in bed, her breath stuck in her throat. She didn’t know what had woken her until blue light flickered behind her curtain. She exhaled slowly as thunder thudded across the sky like a bowling ball rolling over an uneven floor. Wind whistled for a moment, the pitch accentuated in the tunnel created by building next to her, and then the rain started peck-peck-pecking against her window.
A quick glance at the clock told her it was nearly four a.m. She pulled the blankets around her shoulders, silently counting when her window brightened again. One-two-three…
Then another sound caught her attention. Something heavy had been tossed down. In the bed of a truck. Her stomach dropped. She’d hesitantly left the café unlocked when she’d finally called it a night. Daniel had wanted to pull off some of the old paneling so he could check the condition of the walls before they went to Carson’s Hardware to get the supplies he needed to put up new wainscoting. Obviously, he couldn’t do that when the café was open, and she couldn’t stay up all night supervising. She had wavered between trusting her gut where Daniel was concerned to hearing Marcus warn her against hiring someone without the proper references to Peter mocking her for being too trusting.
She’d gone with her instinct and trusted Daniel to be in her café without her—and to have a key to lock up when he was done. And now someone was tossing heavy items into the bed of a truck just outside her window.
Had he left the café open? Was someone stripping the kitchen of all her expensive equipment to sell for profit?
Was he stripping her kitchen?
Jumping out of bed, Jenna flipped the locks on her front door—Marcus had installed three—and rushed down the stairs, squinting at the truck in an attempt to commit the make and model to memory so she could file a proper police report. The truck was black. Maybe dark blue. Big. Dual tires in the back. There was something written on the tailgate.
Burke Construction along with a phone number.
Burke Construction?
Daniel had said his uncle owned a construction company. And that he was borrowing a truck.
She looked to the café’s kitchen door when a man stepped out carrying a sheet of paneling. He tossed it in the back and the sound echoed through the alley. Guilt and a bit of shame washed over Jenna. As much as she’d wanted to trust Daniel, she hadn’t. She hadn’t trusted him not to steal. Not to leave her door open. Not to take care of the things he’d said he’d take care of.
He turned and jerked to a stop when he locked eyes on her.
The rain had increased and his hair and T-shirt started clinging to his skin as he stood there. Finally, he took a few steps. “Jenna, are you okay?”
No. She wasn’t okay. She was mortified by the depth of her doubt in him. He’d proven himself reliable more than once, and she still didn’t believe him. But trust hadn’t come easy to her for a long time. So many people in her past had taken her confidence in them and used it against her. She closed her eyes to stop her train of thought before looking at Daniel again.
Though his broad chest and brooding look would frighten most who crossed him in a dark side street at four in the morning, she only felt shame. “Y-yes. I’m…fine. I heard a noise. I thought there might be trouble.”
He flicked his gaze over her before staring into her eyes. “So you come running out like that to investigate?”
Startled, she glanced down at herself. A thin charcoal-colored tank top and tiny shorts were all that protected her from being naked. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but thankfully the dim light made it difficult to see the effect the cool night air was having on her. Even so, she crossed her arms over her breasts.
Something flashed in his eyes when she looked at him again. She couldn’t quite determine was it was, but his voice was clipped when he spoke again.
“Get back inside, Jenna.”
She glanced at the truck. He followed her gaze.
“My uncle has a dumpster on his work site. I can toss this there instead of you paying to have it hauled away. Unless you want to pay to have it hauled away.”
She shook her head and rain-damp strands clung to her cheeks. “No.”
He stared her down, and she knew he’d seen through her excuse before he said the words.
“You thought I was stealing.”
Guilt hit her again. “No. I…I thought you forgot to lock up and someone else was stealing.”
She hadn’t had to say what her next thought had been. She had considered the possibility that he was robbing her blind. Though the light in the alley was hazy, saw the change in his eyes as he clearly heard what she hadn’t said. She’d hurt him by not trusting him. She wanted to explain. She had a way of trusting the wrong people. She was a terrible judge of character and had been burned before. But the words stuck in her throat.
“Go inside,” he said more gently before turning away from her.

Jenna Reid purchased the Stonehill Café to prove to herself that her ex-husband was wrong...that she could make her dreams come true. Three years later, all she has is a crumbling building, no social life, and her bruised pride. 

Pride is something Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Maguire lost long ago and isn’t likely to find living in the alley behind the café. He just needs a little time to get on his feet. In the interim, keeping an eye on the overworked café owner gives him a sense of purpose. He has no intentions of making his presence known until he hears the woman screaming late one night. 

He rushes into the café but instead of finding her in dire straits, he finds a broken pipe and Jenna—soaking wet and holding a wrench. With her last bit of hope fading, Jenna accepts Daniel’s help to fix up her building, but it doesn’t take long for them to start trying to fix each other.

Kara knew the guilt trip was coming so she wasn’t surprised when Phil walked into her makeshift studio—which was really the back corner of her mudroom—with a steaming coffee mug. He looked so much like Harrison it made her heart ache.
Harry had been terrified to face his mother, and Phil seemed to have that same fear in his eyes.
He held the mug out to her. “I made you some tea.”
Kara frowned as she looked at the blank canvas that had been staring at her all afternoon. She exhaled and accepted the cup. “You want to go to Iowa.”
He sat on the stool that Jess usually occupied and clasped his hands between his knees. “It makes sense, Mom. And not just for the job. I want to know my father. I know we can call and e-mail and all that, but it’s not the same.”
“I know.”
“I want you to come with us.”
Her heart started pounding just at the mention of going home. “I can’t do that, Phil.”
“I know your parents hurt you,” he said softly, “but Harry cares about you. He wants to make things better. For all of us.”
She looked at him and scoffed. “Are they so bad now, Phil? Really? Jess is happy. She’s settled. We have a nice little life, don’t you think?”
He nodded. “For now. But reality will crash in on us sometime. When I was a kid, all I needed was food and shelter. Jess needs medicines and special care that you can’t get in exchange for a mural, Mom. I have to put her first, and if that means taking a job where I’ll have insurance and job security, then I need to do that. Besides all that, I spent my entire life fantasizing about my father. I have the real thing now, and he seems like a good guy.”
She focused on putting her brush down. “He is a good guy. He always was.”
“He was just a kid, but I think he would have done what he said and given up school to be there for us. Don’t you?”
“Yes. I think he would have. And I think he would have grown to resent me for holding him back. I think he would have tried to squeeze me into a mold, and I would have started to hate him. I think we would have had a miserable marriage, an ugly divorce, and you still would have grown up blaming me for not having the life you wanted.”
Phil sighed. “I don’t… Okay, I do blame you, but I also know you did the best you could given the circumstances. But the circumstances have changed now, and Harry deserves the opportunity that was taken from him. He wants to help us out. I think we should let him. Now is the perfect time. Jess is on summer break. She’ll have time to adjust before school starts. We’ll all have time to adjust.” Leaning forward, he put a kiss on her head and handed her an envelope. “He asked me to give this to you.”
He left her sitting in her little room, holding a coffee mug and staring at her name scrawled in black ink. Setting her mug down, she gently tore the envelope open and pulled out several folded sheets of notepad-sized paper with a hotel logo at the top.
Dear Kara,
I cannot begin to express how sorry I am for not responding to your letters sooner. Though I can’t make up for the years you spent waiting, I hope you will accept this delayed reply as the answer you were hoping for.
Since you told me about our son, I have been trying to imagine what your life must have been like. I wish I had been there to help ease the pain of your parents’ rejection. Even more than that, I wish had been there to stop my parents’ deception. I know you must have felt incredibly alone raising a child on your own. While I was at college thinking my life was difficult because I had tests to study for and papers to write, you were providing all of life’s necessities to Phil, nurturing him, and teaching him things he should have learned from me.
The last twenty-seven years of my life seem incredibly selfish and shallow in comparison to yours. I spent my time growing a business, catering to strangers, while you created an amazing man and became a grandmother to a wonderful little girl.
I wish I could have been there to see Phil grow and to help carry your burden. The fact that my mother sent you money every month eases my guilt somewhat, but I know nothing can ever make up for how abandoned you had to have felt by everyone involved in this situation.
I can’t change the past, Kara, but I hope, more than anything I have ever hoped for in my life, that we can move forward. We had twenty-seven years taken away from us without our consent; I don’t want to lose another moment.
Kara read the letter and second and a third time, letting his words sink in. Finally, she pushed herself up and walked through the house until she found Phil on the couch with Jess. The girl was bouncing up and down as he showed her something on his laptop.
“Look how big the backyard is, Punky,” he said. “I bet Harry will let us put up a swing set.”
Jess noticed Kara in the door and waved her over. “Grandma, look. Look at the pictures Harry sent.”
Easing on the sofa, Kara laughed quietly. The house couldn’t look any more conventional if Harry had built it himself. White siding, black shutters, two stories, and a white-picket fence to round it all out. It was so traditional, so perfect, so…so Harrison Canton.
“This is where we are going to stay when we go to Harry’s,” Jess said.
Kara nodded. “It’s lovely.”
Jess took her hand. “You’re going, too, right, Grandma? Harry says there are only three bedrooms but that we can make it work. You can sleep in my room if you want. Maybe we can put rainbows and unicorns on the walls.”
“Maybe we can.” Kara hugged Jess closer and looked at Phil. She sighed and nodded.
Yes. Fine. She would go. She would give Phil the house, the yard, the fence…the life he’d always wanted. She would forgive Harry’s unintentional neglect, put the resentment and anger behind her, and yes, damn it, they would move on.


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