STEAL of a DEAL: The Best of Winter Renshaw

I don’t know if you saw this beauty hiding amongst the 300 other deals this weekend, but it’s too awesome to pass up. Winter Renshaw is one of those authors whose work I always look forward to. There’s an unpredictability to every book, mixing angst and with thought-provoking storylines. And she’s decided to give her readers an early Christmas present in the form of a limited collection – for only $2.99!

The Best of Winter Renshaw includes 8 full-length books – over TWO THOUSAND PAGES. Each one stands on its own and has a different feel, but they’re all worth a read. The Cruelest Stranger is even one of my absolute favorite books of the year.

Grab the collection today, before it disappears!
Amazon: https://amzn.to/3nlX3td

Need more info on the books that are included? I’ve got the blurb for each below.


One of my favorites

The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia’s on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and two cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind. 



Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.



They say never to judge someone unless you know their story. 



I never could have anticipated his…

And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again—or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric. 

They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.

This one’s ours.


His name is Royal, but he’s no prince charming. He’s not even a prince – though you could say I loved him once upon a time.

He was my older brother’s best friend.

Growing up, he sat at our dinner table every Sunday, teased me mercilessly, and pretended I annoyed him.

When I was old enough, he took me on my first date.

Royal taught me how to drive. Escorted me to my junior prom. Gave me my first kiss…amongst other things. He was my first taste of toe-curling, all-consuming, can’t-sleep love.

We had our whole lives ahead of us. There was never anyone else for me but him.

And then he disappeared. No letter. No explanation. Not even a goodbye.

My sisters and brother never forgave him, and my parents forbade me from speaking his name in our house ever again. For all intents and purposes, we were to pretend Royal Lockhart never existed.

I’ve spent the last seven years trying in vain to forget my first love, but just when I think I’ve finally moved on, guess who’s back in town?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a full-length, stand alone, older brother’s best friend/unrequited love romance with a happily ever after and no cliffhanger. Enjoy! xoxo


Dear Isaiah,

Eight months ago, you were just a soldier about to be deployed and I was just a waitress, sneaking you a free pancake and hoping you wouldn’t notice that my gaze was lingering a little too long. 

But you did notice. 

We spent one life-changing week together before you left, and we said goodbye on day eight, exchanging addresses at the last minute.

I saved every letter you wrote me, your words quickly becoming my religion.  

But you went radio silent on me months ago, and then you had the audacity to walk into my diner yesterday and act like you’d never seen me in your life. 

To think … I almost loved you and your beautifully complicated soul. 

Almost.

Whatever your reason is—I hope it’s a good one.  

Maritza the Waitress

PS – I hate you, and this time … I mean it.


I wish I could say our meeting was happenstance.

I wish I could say we took one look and we just knew.

I wish I could say falling for him was the best thing that ever happened to me.

But none of that would be true.

Rhett Carson was as cold as the ice on which he skated. He was as calloused as the hands that shot the goals that won world championships. He was also damaged. And broken. And he didn’t know it, but I knew all about him … and his unfortunate connection with my estranged older brother. 

I knew why he was so bitter and angry. 

I knew why he was so cold hearted.

But I didn’t know why I let myself fall in love with him. 

And I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop–even when he told me to. 

But when the truth came out, I knew I’d lost him for good … until he came back, more cold hearted than ever before.


My obsession was born of innocence and good intentions, and it began the day I spotted a handwritten journal lying in the bushes outside a townhouse on Lexington Avenue. It was raining sideways that morning, and my plan was to return it the next day; safe and dry. 

Only I kept it. 

I kept it, and I read it. 

A week later, overwhelmed with curiosity and feeling guilty for harboring secrets that didn’t belong to me, I tried to return it. 

Only I wasn’t expecting to meet him. 

Unapologetically heartless and enigmatically sexy, he claims he knows nothing about the journal I found outside his place, but the reticent glint in his blue-green gaze tells me otherwise. 

There’s something different about him; something damaged yet magical, and I’m drawn to him; pulled into his orbit. 

There’s just one problem.

The more I get to know him, the more I’m positive the journal belonged to him . . .

. . . and the more I find myself hoping, selfishly, that I’m wrong.


It’s only pretend…

And it’s only three months.

I’m in the midst of scrawling “I QUIT!” onto his fancy cardstock letterhead when my boss corners me. He needs a favor, he says. And then he asks how well I can act … 

Hudson Rutherford needs a fiancée. 

With his old-moneyed parents forcing him to marry some bratty hotel heiress and his hedonistic, playboy lifestyle at stake, the only way to get them to back off is to make them think he’s truly, madly, deeply in love … with me—his third personal assistant this year. 

But I can hardly stand working for him as it is.

Hudson is crazy hot and well-aware. He’s arrogant, spoiled, and silver-spooned. He checks me out when he thinks I’m not looking, and his life is a revolving door of beautiful women. Plus, he can’t even pronounce my name correctly—how’s he going to convince his family he’s in love with me?! 

I’m seconds from giving him a resounding “no” when he flashes his signature dimpled smirk and gives me a number that happens to contain a whole mess of zeroes … 

On second thought, I think I can swallow my pride. 

But, oh baby, there’s one thing I haven’t told him, one teensy-tiny thing that could make this just a hair complicated … 

Here’s hoping this entire thing doesn’t explode in our faces.


All I wanted was a tattoo.

What I got was a broody, enigmatic demigod with an electrifying touch and a mysterious past.

We were night and day in every way possible, not an ounce of anything in common, and yet, I wanted him in the worst way.

It didn’t matter that he was emotionally unavailable or that he was exactly the kind of man who would give my father a coronary should I dare to bring him home. It didn’t matter that his heart was wrapped in barbed wire or that he made me promise never to fall for him.

None of it mattered because he was the most perfectly imperfect, beautifully tortured soul I’d ever known, and I was besotted, addicted to all the thrilling and wondrous ways he made me feel when we were together.

They say a single moment can change the entire trajectory of your life. But looking back, I never could have imagined all the ways my world would change the moment it collided with his.


Falling for him was easy. Finding out who he really was? Devastating.

Jude Warner was just a handsome stranger in an expensive suit. The last thing I needed was another one of those in my life.

But then I found out he was my neighbor. He quickly became the knight in shining armor who saved me from a late night plumbing fiasco, and offered me ice cream during a storm-fueled power outage. I considered nominating him for sainthood when he volunteered to accompany me to my crazy sister’s wedding.

He made falling for him so easy.

They say when something’s too good to be true, it probably is.

He was.

Turns out Jude was just a pawn recruited by my ex to put a ring on my finger. I vowed I’d never forgive him.

Now he’s back, and something tells me he has an even bigger secret this time—one that could change everything. But if he wants a second chance with me—if he thinks he can win my heart—after everything he’s done, he’d better be prepared to go to war and fight for it …

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This book was previously titled WAR AND LOVE.


Grab the collection today, before it disappears!
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