The Anthony Brothers - Accidental Love (#1), Contemporary Romance Series
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Authors: Harmony Bryce
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Praise For Harmony Bryce
The Anthony Brothers – ACCIDENTAL LOVE
"
This story is one of the best I have read for a while now in the romance genre. It has an engaging story line which kept me reading right through in one sitting
." – Carolc
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When I reached the end I was soon left with a need to hear more about these Anthony guys. I love knowing there will be more stories for each of them; each of them is so different it will
be interesting to see where the author takes them
." - Mandy I Read Indie
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This story is fresh and satisfying with unexpected twists ... a real page turner! I was drawn into the Anthony family and fell in love with each member. A promising series, an
unconventional family
." - Walden2013
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This book will fill your void and longing for a good love story. A fascinating and inspiring journey
!" - Val Han
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Harmony draws you right in to the story of these boys lives so you are sitting in the living room. Love the storyline - and can't wait to read the next one
!" - Gail E Morris
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I think Harmony Bryce has a good idea for a series and I look forward to what she comes up with next. An author to watch."
- Iona Martin
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The plot of this story is simple and charming
" - Diana M Hockley
Dear Friends,
Hello :O) How are you? I'm SO excited to meet you.
My name is Harmony Bryce, and I live in beautiful Sydney, Australia, with my family...including husband, three children, a sausage dog and a cockatiel.
I love reading...and I love writing. And my personal favourite is reading AND writing series novels...because, quite frankly, one book about a family is NEVER enough :O)
Welcome to the first installment in The Anthony series. I can't wait for you to meet Mavis, the "matriarch" of the family. She's warm, kind and loving. None of Mavis Anthony's five sons were born out of her womb, but every single one of them was born out of her heart. She's super excited at the thought of all of her sons coming home to be with her and desperate for grandchildren.
By the way, you'll love their brotherly antics. If you've got brothers chances are you'll be reminded of your own.
In this installment, you'll meet the first Anthony brother, Jin Anthony...he's so sweet and shy...and someone who very much likes being in control. All hope is lost for him though when he catches a glimpse of Mei-Lin, a beautiful holistic healer who can't speak a word of English :O).
This is their story. Chances are you'll be feeling on edge till the very last page.
Now please, make yourself a cup of tea, and sit back and relax. The Anthony family is eager to let you into their world.
Oh, something else I love is feedback. I'd love to hear what you think of Accidental Love. You can connect with me in a number of ways.
Have a wonderful day and, please, enjoy The Anthony Brothers - Accidental Love.
Warmly,
PS: I have quite a story in mind for Jin's brother Markus. Make sure you're on the mailing list for announcements about The Anthony Series, giveaways and special offers.
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Don’t miss books 2, 3, 4, and 5 in this series, available on kindle!
She sat cross-legged at the center of the king-sized canopy bed she used to share with her beloved husband. Strands of graying hair framed her face as she laid the leather-bound scrapbook in front of her.
Memories of what was filled her mind even before she opened the scrapbook. Evidence of moments shared between loved ones. The ever-present ache in her heart over her husband’s demise heightened as she flipped through the pages.
If only Simon could see how they’ve all turned out.
A surge of pride overtook her grief at the thought of her five sons and how well they’d fared in life, especially considering their rather unconventional upbringing.
The pensive expression on her beautiful face was replaced with a smile, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes crinkling as she thought about what was to come that day.
My sons are coming home.
She shut her eyes, anticipating the noise that would replace the constant silence of the large Victorian home she’d lived in for the past decade.
I miss them so much.
The house had been so lonely since her sons began to forge lives of their own one by one. They didn’t need her to hold their hands anymore. This was even true of her younger son who technically still lived there, but was usually away in pursuit of his now very promising music career.
She was happy for them, but she missed them.
None of Mavis Anthony’s five sons were born out of her womb, but every single one of them was born out of her heart and they were
hers
– she was their mom. Nothing could dampen her spirits that day, because they were all coming home.
The knock on the door jolted Mavis awake, making her sit up on the bed with a start. She blinked her eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She saw the scrapbook on top of the bed and was reminded of how she’d been reminiscing. She frowned.
I must’ve fallen asleep.
A surge of panic hit her as she began to wonder what time it was.
I wonder where they are.
Fond images of her sons began to once again play in her mind.
Once again, someone knocked on her door.
“Ma?” a questioning voice called up from outside her open window.
She could immediately tell who it was and clapped her hands together. She wasn’t sure why he was knocking; he technically still lived there. It was her youngest son. “Come in, Santana!”
The knob twisted and the door creaked open, footsteps taking the stairs two at a time. Santana’s handsome face emerged around the corner of the master bedroom to see her, smiling wide. “Did I wake you?” he asked, concern suddenly traced in his brown eyes.
“No,” she lied. She then pointed at the scrapbook she still held on her lap. “I was just… remembering.”
Santana made his way inside and sat on the edge of her bed, a small smile forming as he looked at the worn scrapbook with affection.
She studied his features – his black hair and bronze, sun-kissed skin – such a stark contrast from her once golden locks and alabaster complexion. When Simon brought Santana home sixteen years ago, he was a frightened three-year-old who’d been passed on between five foster homes in the span of three years since he was put up for adoption. Now, he was a confident, charismatic musician who was already forming quite a following in their hometown.
“Did you get back just now?” she asked him. He’d been away for the past three days for an out-of-town gig with his band.
Santana nodded. He then brushed a stray strand of her hair from her face, tucking it beneath her ear. “You alright, ma?”
She smiled at him, squeezing his hand. He’d always been the affectionate one among the brothers.
Santana. Always so passionate about everything that he does. Always refusing to be held captive by rules and regulations -- never afraid to chase after his dreams.
She nodded. “I’m just excited to have you and your brothers all in one roof again.”
A mischievous grin then appeared on his face. “Then you’ll be happy to know that three of them are already waiting for you in the living room.”
Her face lit up like a light bulb and she couldn’t get out of the bed fast enough. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? How long have they been there? Who’s there?”
“Relax, ma,” Santana chuckled as she frantically searched the room for her slippers. “They’re not going anywhere. Don’t break your back running after them.”
She was giddy, and absently muttered, “now, where are those slippers?”
Santana got up from the bed to crouch on the ground, checking underneath the bed. As always, her slippers were there. “See, ma? I got your back. So just chill, okay?”
She was visibly relieved as she grabbed the slippers from him in a hurry to put them on. Without another word, she linked arms with him and began dragging him down the stairs with her.
Santana was laughing all the while, making fun of her excitement. “I really don’t get why you’re so excited to see them. Compared to me, there’s really nothing particularly special about any of them.”
Mavis rolled her eyes and playfully slapped him on the arm. “You’re all special -- every single one of you!”
“Yeah, yeah…” Santana’s eyes were twinkling. “I was just joking, ma. But admit it really… I’m your favorite, right?”
Mavis gave him a pointed look before chuckling and shaking her head. They then stepped into the living room where Markus, Jai and Zack were already waiting. Her immediate reaction was to wonder where Jin was, but she didn’t have time to worry about it. Four of her sons were home.
Jin would be along soon, and then Mavis would be on top of the world.
