Entertainment Weekly named Marie the fifth most prolific Romance Writer in their Oct. 24th edition--after Barbara Cartland and Ursula Bloom!
USA Today and Publisher's Weekly bestselling author Marie Ferrarella is releasing her three hard-to-find women's contemporary novels written in the tradition of Danielle Steel, Nora Roberts and Debbie Macomber.  Finally available again, these heart-tugging stories explore the tangled emotional lives of three women. Presenting: FLASH AND FIRE

She's smart, she's tough, she's beautiful.  But can she type?

Never mind.  She knows what she's doing and she doesn't need the incredibly annoying Pierce Alexander, who thinks he's the world's gift to women, trying out his latest seduction techniques at every turn. But there he is, getting under her skin, being adorable with her baby, befriending her nanny, and ambushing her at the supermarket. She gives in--just a little--only to find him taking over her job when her main antagonist at the Dallas, Texas television station where she's an anchor sets her up for dismissal. Can she fight them all on her own? Just watch her. 

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Almost in defiance, Amanda stuck out her chin and tried to pay attention to the game. God, she wished she had something to drink. The inning progressed in slow motion. Hernandez hit a single. That left just Rafferty between Amanda and her turn at the bat.
Time to strike out again, she thought wryly.
"You look as if you could use this."
Amanda started, surprised that someone had come up so close to her without her having heard him. Shading her eyes, she looked up. Pierce Alexander was standing next to her, his tall, well-muscled body blotting out the sun. He would have liked that image, she thought. He was offering her a bottle of soda.
Beware of investigative reporters bearing gifts, she mused.
But the orange soda looked tempting. As did, she thought with a critical eye, the man who was offering it. She knew there were a lot of women at the station ready and willing to catch Pierce Alexander's eye. A lot of women who would probably think she was crazy because she was trying to avoid him.
But a lot of women didn't have her drive, her goals, or her temperament. And they didn't have her background. She'd been burned enough.
The last thing she needed was a smoldering male in her life who thought life was the biggest joke of all.
Though he was good-looking in a dark, dangerous sort of way, that didn't negate the fact that she found him exasperating. He went about his job in an entirely different fashion than she did. While she struggled, he leaned back. And frequently enough, their results were about equal.
Because of his looks, Pierce received more recognition than she did, even though hers was the prime spot on the air. Last month, a popular women's magazine had run a contest asking women to write in and name the man they would most like to be marooned on a desert island with. Pierce had come in third.
As far as she was concerned, he came in dead last. She had more important things to do than opt for a quick tumble between the sheets, satin or otherwise. And that was all, rumor had it, that the man was interested in. Quick, impersonal sex with no strings. Well, she had strings, and they were all going to stay tied.
Raging thirst or not, she ignored the bottle of soda. "No, thank you," she answered, turning her face away.

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