You Are on the Air Series by Joanne Markey

The ghosts of his past are clowning around.What Zander León doesn't know about love could fill a library, but here he is, doling out advice on stuff he knows nothing about. He’d prefer to stick to a predetermined playlist or answer general questions about fishing and boating, but he signed a contract and being a man of his word, he'll follow through and hope for the best. Gulp... moreThe ghosts of his past are clowning around.What Zander León doesn't know about love could fill a library, but here he is, doling out advice on stuff he knows nothing about. He’d prefer to stick to a predetermined playlist or answer general questions about fishing and boating, but he signed a contract and being a man of his word, he'll follow through and hope for the best. Gulp.Known for being the kid who never took life seriously, he still lives to put a smile on people’s faces, but when Gabbi Shepherd, the ghost from his past, shows up on the beach one morning, why is smiling so hard for him? And why does the advice he dishes out every night apply to everyone but him? If he can’t take himself seriously, how can anyone else?Dial L for Lovely: Will she teach the ex-class clown that sometimes, laughter is the best medicine, even in relationships? less

What goes up must come down… or so they say.Angus McAngus here. When I prayed for a wife, the effects of gravitational pull never even crossed my mind. Mine had been more of a figurative prayer. A general, "Can you make this happen, Lord?" kind of prayer. Not a literal, drop a woman into your arms, affair.But when that branch above me broke, I had to make a split second decision. But the outcome was predestined (and I'm not even a Calvinist). I couldn’t just let her fall... moreWhat goes up must come down… or so they say.Angus McAngus here. When I prayed for a wife, the effects of gravitational pull never even crossed my mind. Mine had been more of a figurative prayer. A general, "Can you make this happen, Lord?" kind of prayer. Not a literal, drop a woman into your arms, affair.But when that branch above me broke, I had to make a split second decision. But the outcome was predestined (and I'm not even a Calvinist). I couldn’t just let her fall.That woman was me, Georgie Frost, and I definitely hadn’t planned to lose my footing. Rather, I’d been trying to avoid an obnoxious relative and panicked. Which subsequently landed me in Angus’s arms. I can’t say that was too upsetting.What is upsetting is the way our lives seem to have been set on a collision course with danger. Starting with that frail voice on the radio asking whether it would be proper to make cookies for the intruders prowling around her attic and ending with… sharks?Like, how did that happen?Dial G for Gravity—where the biggest problem in protecting a heart is when it won’t stay protected. less