New Release: Encore by Bernadette Marie

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: July 4, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-58-5  ISBN 10:1-939217-58-X
Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-57-8  ISBN 10:1-939217-57-1
Newly unemployed concert pianist, Thomas Samuel has spent
most of his adult life escaping his upbringing. He’s become an expert at hiding
his feelings and remaining professional. But when he meets cellist Carissa
Kendal he’s faced with one emotion he can’t escape—love.
Carissa hadn’t expected her mother to take on the art of
matchmaking and she was convinced she wasn’t very good at it. Strong minded
Carissa had her work cut out for her with the emotionally scarred Thomas, but
love always wins in the end—or does it?
By the time Thomas realizes his past does not define the man
he has become it might be too late. Big venues and scenic places might just win
over the heart of Carissa and take her away from him—unless he hurries and
faces the man who ruined his career and convince Carissa that every
performance, even love, deserves an encore.
About Bernadette Marie:
Bernadette Marie has been an
avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook
with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing
started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old
typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back
porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22
In 2007—after marriage, filling
her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children—Bernadette began to
write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books.
In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born.
In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing
house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary titles. She
also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.
In 2012 Bernadette Marie began
to find herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes, Amazon, and Barnes and
Noble to name a few. Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with
the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope
that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.
Bernadette spends most of her
free time driving her kids to their many events—usually hockey. She is also an
accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An
avid reader, she enjoys contemporary romances with humor and happily ever
Author Contact Info:
@writesromance on Twitter
EXCERPT of Encore:

Chapter One

Her young student pulled the bow across the strings of the
violin, and the sound was pure evil. Carissa Kendal winced, then quickly
smiled. She’d get it in time. Eventually, they all got it if they stuck around.
The dropout rate of students was the one dark cloud over her
next venture, the Kendal School of Music. It had been her dream to teach music
in her own school, and she was about to dive into it. She’d hoped her mother
would want to be by her side more, but Sophia still had Hope to raise. Carissa
had accepted that, but to have her mother call up an old friend to help her
wasn’t settling.
Did Sophia not think she’d look him up? That she wouldn’t
find out who he was?
At the moment, he was nobody. Every musical endeavor he’d
pursued in the eight years since the renowned tenor Pablo DiAngelo’s ensemble
broke up had failed spectacularly.
Why was Sophia soft on him? Her mother’s name carried far
more influence than that of the failed pianist, and it would have given
Carissa’s music school all the prestige it needed.
The student pulled another evil note and snapped Carissa
from her thoughts.
“I’m never going to get this,” the young girl complained
with her nose wrinkled.
“You will. If you want to, you’ll get it.” She smiled
encouragingly, remembering when she’d been that young girl. “You need to
remember to practice the material I give you.” Carissa raised her eyebrows with
the subtle demand.
“Okay. I promise I’ll be better next time.”
“And if you practice, that will always be the case.”
As her student gathered her instrument, Carissa marked off
her lesson sheet and handed it to her.
They left the study of the old boardinghouse, where Carissa
lived with her grandmother, and stood by the door as her student’s mother
walked toward them. Carissa gave the girl a squeeze on her shoulder.
“She’s doing wonderfully. A little extra practice each day
will help,” she said. “Don’t forget your peppermint on your way out the door.”
The young girl fished in the bowl for the right piece of
candy as Carissa opened the front door. The violinist’s mother handed Carissa a
check for the lesson.
“Thank you, Carissa. She enjoys her lessons very much.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. We’ll see you both next week.”
As the woman and her daughter descended the front steps, a
man paid a cab on the street in front of the old house. He stood with his
suitcase in his hand and looked her way.
He was tall and too thin for her taste, but he looked almost
regal in the way he carried himself. He removed his sunglasses and stroked the
wisps of dirty blond hair from his eyes. She almost didn’t recognize the man
from the pictures she’d seen on the Internet.
He looked like a blond Jimmy Stewart, and her stomach did a
little flip.
“Hello,” he called as he neared the house. She smiled
despite her misgivings. He even walked like Jimmy Stewart.
Like most of Pablo’s ensemble, he’d always walked behind the
man with the million-dollar smile, never next to or in front of him, not like
her mother who had been paraded on Pablo’s arm. It was no wonder she hadn’t
recognized him.
She extended her hand to him, and as his fingers enclosed
hers, she gulped in air. He was strikingly handsome. She hadn’t expected that.
To have played for Pablo, as Sophia had, Thomas had to be
tremendously talented. Yet would the curse that hung over his career affect her
music school?
“You must be Thomas Samuel. I’m Sophia’s daughter, Carissa
Kendal. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
When Sophia Kendal had said her daughter would meet him at
the boardinghouse in Kansas City, he hadn’t expected she’d look like the woman
standing before him. The woman before him stood erect as a dancer. Her hair
fell to the middle of her back like an ebony waterfall, and her dark eyes were
soft. She wore a flowing, orange blouse and a long skirt of the same orange,
mixed with earthy browns that swirled around her calves when she moved.
She was mesmerizing.
“Please come in.” She stepped back through the door. Heat
rose on the back of his neck as he passed by her. “My mother says you’ll be
staying with us until you get settled.”
“Uh. Yes.” He felt like his tongue had swollen. “I’m sorry
if I seem out of sorts. I knew Sophia for so long that to think of her as your
mother, well, that’s a stretch for me.”
Carissa smiled at him again. “I was seventeen before she
adopted me, so I can understand. I’m sorry you couldn’t make it out for their
“Yes, so am I.” Had he made that wedding, he’d have made it
his business to become more familiar with the dark beauty who, with the most
subtle gesture of tucking her hair behind her ear, had his pulse climbing.
Guilt halted his thoughts. He should have been at the
wedding because he’d promised Sophia he would be. It was just another broken
promise, and he feared he would let her down again. And given his past, he had
no business fantasizing about Carissa—or any woman. It could end only in
heartache—or worse.

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Stutter Creek by Ann Swann

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre:Fiction, Romantic, Suspense
Release Date: June 1, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-50-9  ISBN 10:1-939217-50-4
Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-49-3  ISBN 10:1-939217-49-0
Stutter Creek
She went looking for an old
flame and found a serial killer instead.  
Following her father’s death and
the collapse of her marriage, Beth retreats to the family cabin at Stutter
Creek where she she stumbles across the path of a serial killer and winds up
fighting just to stay alive.
About Ann Swann:
Ann Swann is the author of All For Love, a contemporary love story also published by 5 Prince
Publishing, and The Phantom Series,
young adult tales of the supernatural (coming soon).  She is also the author of numerous award
winning short stories.  Ann lives in West
Texas with her husband and several rescue pets. 
She loves libraries and book stores and owns two different e-readers
just for fun.  Her to-be-read list has taken
on a life of its own.  She calls it
How to Contact Ann Swann:
Twitter: @ann_swann
EXCERPT of Stutter Creek:
Amanda Myers was making a conscious effort to keep her heavy
foot off the Toyota’s gas pedal when she spied what appeared to be a small boy
standing beside the road. An old fashioned newsboy cap nearly obscured his tiny
Mandy hit the brake and steered the Celica toward the gravel
shoulder. With a practiced hand, she quickly texted her coworker, Myra, and
asked her to concoct a cover story for her tardiness.
The kid had seemed very small in silhouette—maybe five or
six years old—and no house or vehicle in sight.
When Myra texted back to say the boss was on the warpath,
Mandy replied, “Well, just tell him I stopped to pick up a boy on the edge of
town. That should really turn his face red!” It was an inside joke. Everyone
knew when the boss’s face was red it was wise to give him a wide berth.
Myra sent back a row of question marks.
“L8R,” Mandy responded. She looked all around. She had
assumed the little guy would come dashing up to the car as soon as she had come
to a stop. But even when she could no longer hear the crunch of her tires on
gravel, he still hadn’t materialized.
I didn’t pass him by
that much.
Craning her neck to see past the Toyota’s blind spot, Mandy
dropped the phone into the center console drink holder and shoved the gearshift
into park. A thick stand of live oaks cast a deep shadow over the bar ditch. The
setting sun made the trees appear as black-paper cutouts in a landscape
After checking her mirrors to make sure no one was behind
her, Mandy pressed the button to lower the passenger-side window.
      It was almost all
the way down when a man yanked open the door and exploded into her world like a
tornado into a trailer park.  Her hand
flew to the gearshift, but she couldn’t engage it.  Even as her flight instinct kicked in, part
of her mind was telling her this was almost certainly the same strange guy who
had requested her section at the restaurant the night before.  His eyes had seemed to follow her all around
the crowded dining room, and his oily stench had made him stand out like a spot
of mold on white linen. 
      Mandy drew in
breath to scream, her hand scrambling across the console for her phone or the
gearshift, whichever came first, but he was too fast.  With lightning speed, he dove across the seat
and slapped a rectangle of duct tape across her mouth.  At the same time, he buried his free hand
knuckle deep in the thick blonde braid at the base of her skull even as his
other hand slid down to her windpipe and began to squeeze.
Mandy’s fight instinct kicked in then, and she whipped her
head back and forth in an effort to dislodge his hands. His stench, and the
oily filth of his unkempt hair, was sickening. She clawed at his eyes, ripped
at his skin, but it was no use.  The
psycho laughed and simply leaned his head back out of her reach.
That’s when Mandy began to claw at her own face, attempting
to scratch the silver tape off her mouth. It didn’t matter. There was no one
around to hear her scream even if she could have gotten it off.
She wasn’t a quitter, though.  Mandy did her best to get her feet out from
under the steering column to kick. But he was pressing down on her with his
whole weight. She was trapped. Calmly, the psycho took one hand off her throat,
doubled up his fist, and hit her so hard the back of her skull struck the
driver’s side window with an audible whap!
Then he went back to her throat. As his deceptively thin
fingers crushed her windpipe, Mandy’s grip on reality began to loosen.  Tiny strobes flashed inside her skull.
He squeezed even harder, the tips of his fingers
disappearing into the flesh of her throat.
At the last second, as her world began to grow dark, a
memory flashed through Mandy’s mind. She remembered how as a small girl of six,
she had begun to worry about running out of air because if you couldn’t see
something, how did you know how much of it was left? She could see balloons, though. So she had begged her mom to buy
several packages of the colorful party staples, which she’d then blown up and
stored in her bedroom closet. Her mom humored her. Her older sister, Kami,
however, couldn’t let a good thing like that go unnoticed.
She had waited until Mandy was out, then she’d tied all the
balloons together and attached them to the stop sign on the corner. Mandy had
felt so humiliated when she came home from school and saw them. She’d wanted to
get them down and put them back in her closet, but she couldn’t bring herself
to do it. She would have let herself run out of air before giving her sister
that satisfaction.
The balloon bouquet had wilted quickly in the hot New Mexico
Now, even as she was dying, Mandy grasped the irony of that
memory. She really had run out of air. Her last coherent thought—as the
fireworks behind her eyelids exploded in the grand finale—was of those wilting,
multicolored balloons.

Bernadette Marie


Unexpected Admirer

Bernadette Marie


Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Romance/Contemporary

Release Date: March 29, 2013

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-22-6 ISBN: 10:1939217229

Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm


Unexpected Admirer

The bright lights of stardom are sometimes too bright.


Jesse Charles, the chart topping, pop-sensation has fallen head over heels in love with small town biology teacher Melissa Mathews. However, not only does their age difference worry her, she’s a widowed mother of a young son who needs her attention. But her unexpected admirer isn’t one to give up so easily. He’s willing to give up everything just to make them a family and settle in her home town—but his manager and mother have a different opinion.


Jesse will have to convince Melissa that he can be the perfect husband and father before he loses her—and loses his career over stories circulated by the easily persuaded media.



Bernadette Marie Bio:

Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends.  Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter.  At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years. 

In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children – Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published.  That year she wrote 12 books.  In 2009  she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born.  In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and began the process of taking on other authors in other genres. 

In 2012 Bernadette Marie found herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes and Amazon to name a few.  Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events.  She is also an accomplished martial artist who will earn her conditional second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do in October 2012.  An avid reader, she enjoys most, the works of Nora Roberts, Karen White, Megan Hart, to name a few. She loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and she always promises Happily Ever After.









@writesromance on Twitter






Unexpected Admirer Excerpt:

A crowded arena on a weeknight was not where Melissa Mathews wanted to be. She’d spent her day teaching thirteen-year-olds the fundamentals of biology, attended a staff meeting, and drove an hour to Grand Junction. She was beat.

But when she looked over at her son, who stood next to her, his grin as big as the sun, she knew she’d recuperate. After all, it was her fault they were standing with thousands of people who chanted Jesse Charles’s name. She’d won the tickets to see the pop star on the radio. The show had been sold out for months, and she didn’t have the funds to take her son anyway.

It was a mystery to her why he even wanted to go. Jonah was a huge Jesse Charles fan, but Melissa wasn’t. Oh, he seemed to be a fine role model, but between her son playing his music morning and night and the kids at school incessantly talking about him, Melissa could care less about the man.

And the night was just beginning. No, she couldn’t have just won some general admission tickets. She won the whole package. A nice dinner at a local restaurant. Front row tickets to the show. And what would a night like this be without meet and greet passes for later.

Jonah was in heaven.

Melissa was in a teenager-fueled hell.


Jesse Charles paced back and forth in his dressing room. He’d been performing since he was ten, professionally since he was fourteen. However, stage fright was a real thing and he had it bad.

His assistant, Bryce, was busy taking notes and talking on his cell phone in the corner. He’d thought his manager would take the time to fly to Colorado to catch the show, but again, he was busy with his own, fantastic life.

Jesse let out a sigh. His career was nothing less than spectacular. He was the number one recording artist in America, and the world had taken note.

But at twenty-five, Jesse Charles was tired.


Melissa fidgeted with the backstage pass around her neck. The woman at the radio station had told her to keep it under her shirt. She’d seen people mobbed over them. It was killing Melissa to have it pressed against her skin, but the last thing she needed was to have it ripped from her neck. Jonah hadn’t been happy about tucking his in either, but he’d done it. What did it matter anyway? He was going to meet his idol. All Melissa could hope for was to be in bed before two a.m. and that maybe Friday would be quiet for the middle-schoolers she’d have to teach—but she knew better than that.

The lights in the arena dimmed, and the crowd around her went wild. She looked over at her son. An enormous smile permeated his lips. He hadn’t been so happy in a very long time. Melissa owed him this night. She put her arm around him and gave him a squeeze just as the arena filled with lights of all colors. A whine of a guitar pierced her ears, and from the center of the stage in a smoke-filled cloud, Jesse Charles emerged in all his glory.

She had to admit, the atmosphere was infectious. Girls swooned and screamed. Jonah clapped his hands and sang along with the songs she was familiar with, but she didn’t know the words. Never would she have expected to enjoy herself, but among Jesse Charles’s fans, she was happy too.

The show was loud and spectacular—and never ending.

Melissa looked down at her watch for the third time. The show was moving into its second hour, and the man hadn’t taken a break. He’d sung and danced the entire time—he had endless energy. She, on the other hand, was exhausted.

Melissa scanned the crowd. She was sure she was the only person aware of the time. She looked back up at the stage, and at that moment, she was sure her eyes connected with Jesse Charles’s. The very moment hit her.

She diverted her eyes. Certainly he was that good of a showman to make the entire audience feel as though they were the only ones in the room.

It wouldn’t be long before she’d be right in front of him, shaking his hand. But that was all for Jonah. She wasn’t interested. She was sure he’d say hello, sign a picture, and move on to the next person. Yes, that would be how it would go. She told herself there really hadn’t been any eye contact. Thousands of scantily clad girls screamed his name. If he had seen her, it was probably a look of disgust for someone so average in his crowd.

Jesse Charles went about belting out the song of the moment. He danced his way to the side of the stage, motioned to someone, and without missing a beat, he was back at center stage making the crowd go wild.

A few minutes later, Melissa felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Ma’am, would you mind coming with me?” An enormous man with a security shirt was standing next to her.

“I’m sorry,” she yelled over the music. “Did I do something wrong?”

“If you wouldn’t mind just coming with me.”

He was trying to guide her away from her seat. “My son!”

She reached for Jonah and grabbed hold of his arm and then quickly picked up their coats.

As she followed the man, another security guard stepped in behind them. Jonah moved up closer to her.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know.” She reached out for the man in front of her as they headed toward the side of the arena. “Sir, where are we going?”

“I’ve been asked to take you backstage.”

Melissa let out a breath. “Is this for the meet and greet?”

“No.” The guard narrowed his gaze on her.

“Oh, we have passes.” She pulled the pass
from under her shirt.

“No, ma’am, this has nothing to do with that. Mr. Charles would like to sing to you. He’s requested you on stage.”

Certainly there was some kind of mistake. The radio station hadn’t said anything about getting on stage.

Her heart pounded faster than the rhythm of the song blaring thought the arena.

Jonah had grabbed hold of her hand. “Mom! He wants to sing to you!”

“I don’t like this.”

The men were leading them down a corridor The music was muffled, but as they turned the corner, she could see the stage and Jesse Charles was only a few feet in front of them, performing for thousands.

“What if I don’t want to do this?”

The security guard gave her a shrug.

Jonah stepped between them and looked up at her. “Mom, this is fun. Go.”

When did a ten-year-old tell his mother what to do? But then she noticed the glimmer in his eyes and the smile that still turned his lips up at the corners. She couldn’t let him down.

She handed Jonah her coat, straightened her clothes, and ran her fingers through the wild curls which went every which direction. This had to be some kind of a joke for the superstar. What a mother wouldn’t do for the joy of her child.