Author: Anna Bloom

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Anna Bloom is a contemporary romance writer with the sole ambition of writing about life as it happens. Dedicated to real characters, real problems and real romance Anna writes tales to stir your heart and head. Combining a busy schedule of looking after two young children, working in a local school and writing swoon worthy romance for Mature Teen and Adult readers, she also spends a lot of time imagining kissing hot guys and talking to the voices in her head- all in the name of her art.

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GIVEAWAY and Excerpt:This Love by Anna Bloom

GIVEAWAY and Excerpt:This Love by Anna Bloom

EXCERPT: “Amber French.” His eyes meet mine and the blue pulls me under as I study them for flecks and contrasts. His head is bent so close to mine I could just lean in and kiss his generously curved lips. “You don’t have a problem with crazy, do you?” His voice is low, but his eyes are dancing. I glance at my mum’s patchwork dressing gown ensconced figure peering out from the front door. Nope. Crazy isn’t something I have a problem with. “Crazy is okay.” The close proximity Freddy Bale currently has with me, transforms my words into a strangled squeal. “Good.” The door slams shut and I sit for one moment waiting for him to climb in the other side. What am I doing? Why is this happening? Is there even the slightest chance he’s going to kiss me? In which case I wish I’d brushed my teeth… Read more »

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GIVEAWAY and Happy Release Day Anna Bloom… This Love is Releases TODAY

GIVEAWAY and Happy Release Day Anna Bloom… This Love is Releases TODAY

RELEASE DAY EXCERPT! My former home looked on the very edge of being derelict. The four walls have never provided the warmth and comfort a childhood home should, but seeing it in a state of disrepair, littered with dirty china, lined with old newspapers and filmed in a greasy layer of dust made me doubt my choice of leaving ten years ago more than ever, and my decision to come back. I did the right thing. Didn’t I? You see, I’m the grown up now. Ten years ago I left home, my heart broken, and my ego bruised. With the hindsight of age, I realise my heart wasn’t really that broken, I probably wasn’t even really that in love. For the last ten years I’ve only had room for Isaac in my heart. Isaac is mine. Dragging my mind back from my sadly lacking welcome home yesterday, I keep my… Read more »

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