Loretta Ellingsworth: 30 books

Aubergine St. Valentine is the Queen of Romance. Everyone agrees on that. What no one realizes is there are monsters lurking just behind her and she is losing her race to outrun them. First and foremost was the black hearted mortgage banker who didn't understand that a Queen could have empty...

Can your soulmate be hidden, a tree among the forest of your acquaintances? Libby knew Jerrold to speak to but until Barbara dumped him in the most humiliating way and with a quick divorce, Libby had never noticed hte sparkle in Jerrold's eyes. When she did notice, it rocked her world.

Aubergine St. Valentine loves her life as a best selling romance writer. At least she loved it until everything slid a little sideways. Handsome husband. Check. Sweet baby. Check. Blinking cursor at the top of an empty page. Check. Publisher? No check there. New...

Mary Claire loves Robinhurst, through the green seasons, the brown seasons, the white seasons, and has since she was a toddler. Through most of those seasons she waits for the magic day when she will be deemed responsible enough to claim her heritage. In the meantime she tends the land as a sacred...

Aubergine St. Valentine, Queen of Romance, contemplated the necessity of deadlines. Students had deadlines, but you outgrew the obnoxious term paper deadlines, end of term deadlines, end of summer vacation deadlines. Writers had deadlines, did she have deadlines! Women had deadlines, all of them bad—puberty,...

Helen had exhausted her strength and energy against a bully and did not win. She needed a champion--someone bigger, taller, stronger, bolder--Guinevere had had Lancelot, a lot of women in legend and lore, when challenged by a dragon or a dark knight, found a champion to right the wrongs. Helen found...

Stormy: I am here because there are cattle rustlers on the range and Aunt Quina and her foreman are in the hospital and, if they have good sense, are never coming home. Someone had recognized several Unbroken Circle cows as they crossed the auction block and had anonymously tipped Aunt Quina...

Violet owns and operates Violetta, an upscale ladies wear boutique. If you haven't found the right fashion for that special occasion, check Violetta, or you can start at Violetta and save yourself shopping frustration. Violet keeps her friends fashionable and their secrets secret. Colin returns...

Clara has reached the end of her rope. Her name and her picture are splashed across OpenCloset.com. Who is going to vote for her now? What is left but a final shopping trip and then . . . Violetta's prides itself on having no two of its clients dress exactly alike. Things on its racks and shelves...

The first big 0 birthday is a goal. The second  big 0 is still anticipated but once you reach the third big 0 birthday, there’s not a lot of time between that and the big FOUR 0. Gwenna worked with women trying to cram their life, their career, and their last chances at motherhood into a tiny little...

Aubergine St. Valentine stared into the mirror. It was a bad day when your caftan didn't fit. The Queen of Romance did not wear a tailored caftan, that was for the older romance ladies with flaws to smooth over. A caftan, if the Queen should choose to wear one, should be gossamer and float lightly...

Aubergine St. Valentine has to face her reality. She has two groups of fans who regularly read her books: the incapacitated (old ladies who reside in senior housing) and the incarcerated (not so old readers who reside in secure housing), neither of whom enjoy unlimited funds. Her new Acquisitions...

The neighborhood children had finger printed witch and bitch in the grime on Lizzie's car. Did everyone know she didn't have a man? Where was Mr. Right when you needed him? It had been a long and fruitless year. It was time to get love back into her life. To restore the shine in her hair. To regain...

Aubergine St. Valentine has a problem. Life has intervened between her and her career. Instead of being the Queen of Romance, she may be detrhoned if she can't find her way through a spell of writers' block. Mother Nature enjoys a good surprise and it's at Aubergine's expense, but she wouldn't change a minute of it.